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[mokiepuppymaster]

xxx

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Is it possible Mr. Loveable || Is already in my life?
Right in front of me || Or maybe you're in disguise
Who doesn't long for someone to hold || Who knows how to love you without being told
Somebody tell me why I'm on my own || If there's a soulmate for everyone ||
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The feelings that Yulia was experiencing right now...were...hard to explain. She felt terrible. She felt like all of the things she had spoke against back in highschool. Those sluts. Truth be told, she figured that there were a lot of girls that they went to school with that fell into the category. It was almost as if not having sex when you're in your teens was considered lame or something. The more you valued yourself, the more you focused on your studies, the less likely you could relate with society. And yet, it wasn't even like she really had anything against Roirdan's girlfriend. She and him...were right for each other. It reminded her of a scene she would most likely read in a romance novel. Though, unfortunately she most likely would pick up the ones with the tragic endings. That's how she viewed love. If you fall in love, most likely in the end you'll only get hurt. Logan, Justin and Roir were the lucky ones she supposed. But what if it was simply be design that things occurred like this? What if statistics proved that 1 out of 4 people would experience a broken heart? They were a group of four. It'd make perfect sense. But who was to say she even felt that way? She...wasn't sure how she felt. It didn't change the fact that no matter what she did, in the end she would only say the wrong thing. Logic wasn't helping. She could tell by the look on his face.

He was quiet. The fact that he was actually listening to what she was saying made her feel nervous. She felt like she was being over-analyzed in the very way she most likely would have done to anyone that wasn't her friend. Then again, she was doing it now. She was trying to take note on everything he was doing, hoping that there were lines behind the already hidden ones that she could pick up. Unfortunately she didn't see any. Her mind wouldn't stay focused long enough. Why were his answers so short? She wanted him to say more. She wanted him to say exactly what he was thinking. Instead at one point of time, she felt his eyes upon her. She didn't even know that he was thinking about the once possibility of a pregnancy. Still, she supposed it was should have been relieving when he mentioned his girlfriend. And yet, the majority of her didn't feel any form of happiness. It was good to hear that his girlfriend had a reasonable explanation for last night. It meant that he and her could most likely continue on with their relationship as though nothing happened. She could drift out of the picture and simply be that friend. That friend who deep down inside had terrible motives and would be a hypocrite if she dared to mention morals. In the end all she softly replied was, "That's good." Logic wouldn't help in this situation.

Logically speaking, Roirdan liked his songbird. She probably would be his songbird that would sing to him during the coldest winters. There was this strange overwhelming feeling of sadness she was experiencing. She was so disgusting. Her eyes squinted slightly as they fought to stay in control. She honestly felt this sensation as if she were going to cry. No, Yulia was not the type of person to cry in front of anyone. Maybe locked away in her room if she didn't get the grade she wanted, but not over people. Then again, maybe she could understand if she was more upset with her apparent 'whorish' ways. She repeated his words over in her mind. Of course it was wasteless, she was wastless. It was idiotic, she was an idiot. She shouldn't have drank, she knew better than that. She knew she could get drunk easily, and yet she did it anyways. Why? She couldn't even remember. He was right, why dwell on it. It was...stupid. Or was it that everything that happened to her body, mattered to her. She felt her phone vibrate within her hands. Her eyes trailed down towards the screen. Technically she had three unanswered messages. She was tempted to open it, but wasn't sure...since she and Roiry were technically having a conversation. Well, sort of. She wanted to tell Roiry that she felt confused. she wanted to be able to tell anyone...but things like these were better kept to yourself. She wanted to smile, but couldn't.

'Where's all that confidence from before?' It wasn't much, but it's a lot better than what she had now. Maybe it was the room? Maybe the awkwardness in the air simply had the power to break anyone down? It was only when he started replying to his text message that she looked down at her most recent one.
It was from Logan. She said that she could tell her, but Yulia knew it wasn't true. No one would understand what she was going through. Simply she replied to Logan:

It's unnecessary.


She looked up from her phone when he mentioned that the text came from Justin. "Mine was from Logan," she softly mumbled. "Obviously I didn't tell her..." Chances were, Roiry didn't even find her attractive. Who would? When he suddenly apologized she blinked twice, but soon stared at him with complete shock. He was staying things like, 'she deserved better' and then swiftly changed it into an invitation for breakfast. The suddeness of it all embarrassed her; her face was practically red as an apple from all of the blood that rushed to her face. "No; don't apologize...apparently I-I must have seduced you," she lightly stammered. Wait, seduced? Then that'd mean that in her drunken state she wanted him. Yulia wished she simply accepted his apology. It would have been easier. "I mean, yeah, I...I don't mind," she voiced, as she stood up from the bed. Then that's when she remembered her attire. "I...just don't think that I look...decent." Her hair was messy, she smelled of alcohol and was wearing the same dress she wore from the night before.

"But...um...if anything Roiry, I...should be sorry about last night," she spoke up, and yet just as she was about to say the last part, she felt even weaker than before. It was almost as if there was a lump right in her throat. "you already have better." It was taking everything within her to not cry. Honestly she didn't deserve to. Sluts don't have that right.

((Sorry it's not the best. x.x I've been...mentally drained))

xoxoYulia Evelyn Littlexoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxox
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[mokiepuppymaster]

"Justin Elliott Knight"
The DREAMER aka the Med Student
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.::ITSABEAUTIFULLIE::.

Justin hadn't thought much about the fact that he texted at the table. Ever since highschool, he sort of had his phone practically glued to him. He thuroughly enjoyed texting. It was only during class, he unfortunately had to turn it off. Secretly he kept it on vibrate when he was working. Only for the off chance that he could secretly sneak in a few texts when he wasn't having to prepare anything. Maybe he was addicted? He wasn't exactly sure. Even if he had his phone out, he was ultimately paying attention. It was ultimately necessary for him to learn how to multi-task. Love, what did love taste like? Towards the question, he actually took the time to act as though he were honestly giving it thought. Love. Did she love him? The possibility that she had honestly loved him, brought him to brought him to wear a grin that practically stretched from ear to ear. Still, love...if he loved her, then why did yesterday turn out like it had? Why did it always feel like everything had to be so...complicated? In his eyes, at least back then...he truly did see her as perfect as they came. He felt she completed him. And yet part of him still didn't understand why she cheated on him.

It didn't make sense.

For that split moment, punching Chris felt so incredibly good. It was almost like being able to release a great amount of pressure that just was attempting to bottle itself within your body. And it wasn't like he didn't believe he had any reason to be upset with Chris. Just as he didn't think it was fully random. Well, it was random to see him show up where he and Shaant had been. He felt that the only reason he was there, was not only to make him look bad in front of his idol...but just seeing him reminded him of what Oliver did. It reminded him of how Chris helped cover it up, even though he thought the two had understood back in highschool. At least he didn't have anything against Chris before hand. He didn't think it was good that he smoked as much as he did, but he didn't hate him. Not like he does now. All at once, just by seeing him, Chris reminded him of that terrible moment in his life...which reminded him of his history of failed relationships.

Still, that flirty look she presented him, he supposed it gave him hopes of today being better. Was it terrible that he didn't think that anything could make up for screwing up in his grand plan of meeting Shaant, becoming bestfriends and living the rest of his life in a state of bliss. Well, at least Shaant didn't see the fight...but Hyori's friend had. He was surprised that Hyori didn't know that she knew Shaant. At first he thought it was some kind of surprise set up by her. Maybe it was just a lucky guess that he was big fan? However when she mentioned the possibility of meeting Shaant again, he honestly had to blink a few times. Though soon looked slightly disappointed. Chances were, the Child-Star, most likely didn't want anything to do with him. He most likely embarrassed her to no end. He continued to snack on the remainders of his breakfast as she started washing her own plate. She mentioned the rain, and Justin paused a moment as he thought more about it. He supposed he hadn't noticed...because he didn't hear anything, and from the window, he figured it hadn't looked too much like it. But when she seemed to agree with it, he couldn't help but glance over. And then she mentioned the next part...about being Bandit's mommy and daddy.

It was...he wasn't expecting it, but then again, this was the girl he had considered marrying. Still he lightly chuckled. It was a joke. It wasn't like she was really thinking about parenting, was she? No, that's why the shared his dog...to help with that sort of thing. "Well, I suppose we'd need ta bring us an umbrella ta share," he mused lightly as he leaned back in his chair. Walking together with an umbrella, it may be considered romantic and yet simple. He watched her as she refilled Bandit's dog bowl, and the entire time he kept thinking...how did this person cheat on him? How did she bring herself to do it? She seemed so...in love with him. Even if he pushed himself to obtain all of the knowledge in the world, he didn't think he'd ever understand that. Even when she moved to him and wrapped her arms around him, and offered him kisses upon his cheek. The thought remained...how...is this the same person who had broke his heart to the point where he wanted to end his own life?

'She's not Angel,' he told himself mentally. Angel, was the girl who he had dated back before he moved to New York. Well, her name was Evangeline. Angel had broken him so badly back then...that he didn't even know if he whether or not he was straight or asexual. None of his options had worked, and he felt at an all time low. When Hyori cheated on him, he practically revisted it. Then those words that were whispered, seemed to tickle lightly within his ear as she moved ever so close to him. "'kay," he voiced lightly towards her request. And then she moved off to take her shower. He pushed himself up from his seat, and headed over to the sink to take care of his dishes so that they could be set off in the draining board. And wouldn't you know it, he suddenly got a text message. Truth be told he recieved one back when he washing his dish. One of the messages were from Logan, and he found himself wincing. Hyori wanted him to spend the day with her...but...but his friends...he was definitely at a loss. Still he replied:

If you're going 2
kidnap me, might as
well. I'm tech spending
the day with Ri.
Sorry
-JK

Now that was difficult. Next came Roir's text. Which was rather thick. His eyes trailed down the words. Shoot, so they really were planning on meeting up with each other? Justin was wondering if there was a way he could make everyone happy. But how? He wasn't even sure. Lightly his finger tapped upon the side of his cellphone, in the end he texted:

Lemme get back to you
sched wise. Ri's wanting
me 2 spend the day w/
her. But I'll try to
work something out.
-Jk


His eyes trailed over towards Bandit wagging his tail eagerly. Justin could only roll his eyes, before lightly commenting, "Well, you don't have ta worry now do ya? Your schedule is already lied out for ya." Speaking of which he'd have to make sure to let his cousin know that he wouldn't need her assistance today when it came to Bandit. After all, she was the one who typically looked after the little dog whenever he and Hyori had to pretty much be out the entire day. Still he was curious about the whole 'Shaant and Child-Star' thing. He wondered if they thought of him as a violently out of control monster. Just as he wondered...what were the chances that he'd run into Chris last night? It made him wonder if that meant that Oliver wasn't too far behind...

Then again, he had nothing to worry about. Did he?

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We built it up, To watch it fall || Like we meant nothing at all
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[Frustrated Writer]

xI’ll take your pants,
xxxxxYou take my hair
xxLet us dance and choose the happy and depressed
xxxxxxHug me ‘til you drug me, honey, hug me
xxxxDrug me ‘til you love me, honey, hug me
xxxxxxxxxWait
xxxxxxxxxxxxW a i t
I swear I’ve seen that face somewhere
xxxIt’s very face I fell for in the human race



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While Corey Mae was home, and waiting for a text, she did homely duties. She washed the dishes that were in the sink, granted there weren’t many. Not like when she was with Chris. It was a little depressing to her. To wash dishes that only she made dirty. Yes, she told herself, it was a silly reason to feel depressed so she did the only sane thing she could do in a situation such as this. She blamed the growing baby in her stomach. If this had not have happened to her she would still be happy with Chris. Chris never liked kids. . . she knew all along that Chris would hate the idea of her having a baby. More so if it was his baby. Why did she have to share that information with him during that stupid fight? She wasn’t thinking. Life would be much better if. . . If. . . Yeah and if ifs were a dollar we’d all be rich. Corey shook her head and finished with the dishes. She made her way to her donuts she bought and ate another one in dark silence. It was her own damn fault, now that she really put thought into it, that all this happened to her. She was one of the women on though, “Oh, nothing’s going to happen” when it happens. This was her own doing and she shouldn’t blame the kid in her stomach.

Corey was odd that way. Half the time she blamed the baby and the other half the time she blamed herself. She wasn’t sure what was going on in her head. Her thoughts were all just a jingle-jamble mess. It didn’t help at she was alone. There was literally no one in her apartment. Just her and her stuff, and some of Chris’s stuff. She hardly treated the thing in her womb like person, she fed herself when she was hungry, not because she had a baby. She never talked to it or held her stomach like an expecting mother would. She just. . . left it alone. After all, she had no one to love her, why should she love the thing growing in her? So what if it was her fault or if it was the baby’s fault. Fault aside, the mess still happened and she had no one. She should just give it up for adoption. She hadn’t ruled that option out. Abortion she ruled that with Patty, but adoption she hadn’t. She could put the baby up for adoption, after she birthed it, parents who couldn’t have children would have one and she’d be back to herself. . . but would Chris want her back baby-free? Or was he still enjoying himself with that damn Princess b***h? It hurt, it hurt a lot, to think he was over there with her. Her. Child free woman. Corey didn’t like the girl to begin with, but. . . now that Chris was back to being hers and left her. He could be anywhere. . . and with that princess b***h was a big possibility. Wasn’t he dating her before he and Corey got back together? It would only make sense to go to your ex in a situation like that.

Corey didn’t notice she had tears falling down her face till her phone went off and she looked at it. Had crying became that much of an everyday activity that it happened without her knowledge? The text did make her a small bit happy. It was Patty agreeing to spend time with her today. Corey almost hugged the phone, but she didn’t. She forgot that Patty never came to her apartment on her own so she wouldn’t know the address. She shook her head at herself for being so absentminded and texted back.

Oh, yeah, sorry, my bad. I forgot you
don’t know where I live. xD Anyway
Yeah, sure, I’ll meet you at the game
shop. The one by subway, right? I’ll
bring the donutz. :]
<3333333333333Core-Core

Corey sat there and drank a little bit of her strawberry milk. She’d have to force herself to get up. She didn’t really want to get up right now. Hence why she asked Patty to come over. She didn’t want to leave the comfort of her empty apartment or the comfyness of the jogging pants and oversized hoodie. She let herself rest a bit before she got up, after all Patty would want to check out the games by herself first. Corey wasn’t a gamer. She hardly played any games besides Guitar Hero and that was at a party . . . and she still sucked. She couldn’t hit the right colors fast enough. Was hand-eye coordination needed for games anyhow? The point is, Corey wouldn’t be much help for Patty. She didn’t know what type of games the girl liked or even which ones were worth the fifty-something dollars. Games and game systems were just too expensive to Corey. Right as she was just about to get up her phone went off again. It was too soon to be Patty. She looked at it and a bright smile filled her face. If anything could make her smile in a empty room it had to be her two friends, Basil and Sami. Why Sami hadn’t checked in with her yet, she wasn’t sure. But. . . Corey was semi-glad she didn’t. Lying to Sami was a tad harder than lying to Basil, who just texted her. He said something that made her lightly giggle and then something that made her confused. What game? She had most likely forgotten something. With all her worrying about herself, Chris, and her. . . the, the baby, she didn’t have time to figure out what was going on with anyone else, much less if there was some sort of game?




Thanks. :] I’m hanging in hanging in here.
Game? What game? Did I forget something?
o_o
<3333333333333Core-Core

Since Corey was going into a game shop, she felt that she shouldn’t wear a jogging outfit! That just felt a little to. . . not herself. She got up from the couch and made her way her closet. She threw her phone, that she still had in her hand for some reason, on her bed while she looked at her brightly colored clothes. Some of the she couldn’t wear anymore. Her favorite pair of skinny jeans being one of them. Every time she went into her closet she’d look at them for a second before sighing and putting them back. A normal Mother would have looked at her belly and said, “See what mommy is giving up for you?” but Corey didn’t. She just mentally cursed he pregnant belly and looked back inside her closet. Her phone went off again. But she thought it was Patty just saying it was the same game shop by the subway, so she didn’t go and check it so soon. She ended up taking out three pairs of shirts she bought recently and her pair of “fat” jeans she kept in the very back of the closet for years. She walked over to the bed and though it best to answer Patty incase it wasn’t the same game shop she was thinking of. When she grabbed her phone it went off again. Was Patty in that much of a hurry? She slid her phone open and gasped almost dropping the phone. She deleted this guy’s number from her phone when they broke up and it was apparent they weren’t going to be friends. “I have got to change my number.” she mumbled as she read both messages. “Impatient son of a b***h.” Corey rolled her eyes. Did he really need to send her two text messages. It wasn’t like she believed him. What was that saying? Fool me once shame on you, fool me twice shame on me. Well, she didn’t want to put shame on herself, not more than there already was. But. . . there was a little bit of a problem. Any other time, she would have told him to ******** off and find someone else bully, but. . . she was pregnant. And he could be the father. In order to get some peace of mind and find out who’s it was. She had to get someone to do a DNA test. She didn’t have enough guts, no matter how big her tummy got, to ask Chris for one. Mostly because then she’d have to tell him that Kaiser might be the baby’s father. She didn’t want to break his heart. . . not again, anyway.

If you are willing to do a truce, then
so am I. I am sick of all this stupid
fighting. Right now, I am kind of busy,
got to meet a friend of mine. We can get
together later….
Core-Core.

She sent the message with a look of disgust on her face and threw the phone back on the bed as if it were some strange thing growing on her hand. IF, and Corey means a really big if, If Kaiser really was asking for a truce, then she’d gladly agree. She wasn’t lying when she said she was sick of all the fighting. Not like it was really fighting. He just poked fun at her whenever he could. Thinking of different ways to call him an insensitive asshat was starting to get hard. She turned her back on her phone, almost as if Kaiser would know she was changing if she faced it, and started to change. She managed to start to look like her old self. The shirt, having no whacky print sadly, was just an oversized band-shirt she picked up at the mall recently and a pair of way oversided pant with plenty of room. Which is what she wanted. She already felt overweight, wearing pants two sizes too big made her feel like she wasn’t at least too big. She was slipping her shoes on when her phone went off again. My, was she a popular one. This time, it just had to be Patty. She finished putting on her shoe and grabbed the pone she once thought was an growing fungus. She recognized the number before she read the name. Here was the text she knew she didn’t know she knew she was waiting on. It would have been ten times better if it had been a call. But then maybe he would be able to hear the new set of tears she started crying as she read the message. So Chris did care? At least a little bit to text her, right? If he didn’t care all together then. . . then he wouldn’t have texted at all and told himself she was dead somewhere, right. . . right? This just had to mean he still cared. . . She wiped away the few tears with the back of her free hand and sighed. What he had said worried her a little bit. She didn’t know what he was going for. . . “Don’t sound needy. Don’t sound needy.” She told herself. She had to show Chris she had changed at least a little bit if she wanted him back, and she did want him back. He was the person she loved. . . but. . . he didn’t but “love” at the end of his message. . . Corey must have screwed up bad for him not to put that.

Hey… uhm Well, I’m… okay. If that is
what you… wanted to know a little
bit about. How are you? Today I’m
going to say hello to Patty.. . . Do you
have anything planed?
<33333333333Core-Core

She read the message about seven times before she sent it. She wasn’t sure what else she could possibly say over text messages. . . what she wanted to do was talk to him. Tell him that. . . if it made him happy and made him come back to her she would gladly give the baby up for adoption. That way he wouldn’t have to deal with it and things would be back to normal . . . and she’d stop being so. . . clingy. So needy around him. She made the mistake of going to someone else while they broke up and she’s paying the price. But she didn’t want to lose Chris forever. She loves him. That’s just how it worked now. Back then she was young(er) and didn’t know what she was doing. Corey sighed and shoved the phone in her pocket. She stopped by the bathroom to hide the redness of tears as best she could before she grabbed the donuts and car keys. To leave for the game shop . . . that Patty still hadn’t told her if it was by the subway or not. Oh well, she’d just have to guess. If not she’d get a text back at some point.

It didn’t take long to get to the game shop. It was pretty much the only game shop she knew. And the only reason she knew this was because Corey really liked subway. She parked her car and got out. Walking into the game shop she was sure she looked like some type of gamer-noob or something equally as embarrassing. The games were so small but so costly. Corey would never spend that much money on just a CD. She didn’t understand why some games you couldn’t even get the day they were available. How could they be that popular. Corey didn’t even like Guitar Hero, the game that most the kids in the United States liked. Corey shrugged as she looked over some small game cases that she read were for the “PSP”, what is a PSP anyway? Play Stupid People? Corey shrugged at herself and looked up to look for Patty, who she saw looking at games. Corey forced a fake smile and walked over to Patty. She tapped the girl on the shoulder and waved. “Hey, Patty. What game are you lookin’ at? It was a simple question right? Something to start a conversation. . . things would go well right? Patty wouldn’t get bored so easily right, and tell her to go away?


The Scene

[xAscoldrainfalls]

It's not as easy as 1, 2, 3, L-O-V-E;
Line it up and forget everything.

тнє ғℓσяιsт

Getting ready this morning wasn't like she did most mornings. Yeah, she did get ready like this some mornings, but the days where she had to go into the florist shop, she got ready completely (i.e. actually showering). She didn't have really any friends around here, so she really didn't plan on doing anything today except for getting her game then coming back and playing xbox for the rest of her day. That's how she spent most of her days. Even when she got home from work, she would hook up one of her game systems and play until she decided that it was time to go to bed (which was pretty late). She even made an attempt to get up and play video games this morning, but getting a new game sounded like more fun. Not to mention she had the money to go out and one new game, therefore she was going to. Her xbox live account was still gold and she had a few more months on it so why not indulge a little? Sure, she played more than xbox, but she favored the sexbox. The amount of games that she owned was endless. It was like a time line of the systems in her apartment. She had the older ones tucked away in a box somewhere, but her games were all set out. Well. She had different shelves for them. She had her own cabinet for her games. It stood taller than she did and she had most of it filled. Each system had one to one and a half shelves of games. Maybe even two shelves.

Checking the time, she knew that she'd be able to go get a tea and then catch the bus. She would just be making it barely though. Thats why she hurried up to get ready and then left. She walked to the nearest starbucks and getting her tea was pretty painless. She went to the bus stop that was closest to where she lived. It would take her to the stop that was closest to gamestop. She didn't mind the little walk down the street to get to her destination. She never cared. She sat down at the end of the bench for the fact that she didn't want to bother the other male that was there. She really didn't have the social skills to do so. Well, she had social skills, especially since her job dealt with people, but when it came to making friends, that was a bit of a different story all together and it was slightly embarrassing for her to admit. When Corey texted her, she was really shocked, but she went about her response. When she responded to the scene queen, she set her phone in her lap and thought about the text. It seemed to go on longer than it should have. The text more so called for a yes or no answer, but due to Patty's lack of knowing when to shut up or say something, she kind of rambled a little in that text. How embarrasing... maybe Corey wouldn't have seen it as rambling. Who knew. All she knew is that the text had been sent and there was no way she could get it back now.

She looked to see the guy who was standing at the stop as well. He looked oddly familiar, but where she thought she had seen him, she had no clue. Seriously, thinking wasn't really that much of her forte right now. She didn't really remember anything from the night before, so she wasn't really trying to think all that hard about who was who for the simple fact that she might have seen him at the party the night before or something. If she did, well then this meeting was going to be very awkward because she wouldn't be able to remember his name. She looked back towards the street, dealing with the awkward silence. Maybe the other guy didn't notice the silence. Afterall, they were just two people in New York, waiting for the bus. Nothing unusual about that. She started to think about which games she had and which ones she wanted. There weren't too many games out there that she was desperate for. When the brunette sat next to her on the bench, she honestly didn't notice it because she was too deep in her thoughts. It wasn't until he said something to her that she noticed that he had sat down next to her. She jumped slightly being pulled out of her thoughts and then she looked to him and then he made the comment about the bus never showing up. She chuckled lightly and then looked down the way that the bus would be coming from.

Still no bus.

She really hoped the bus did come soon. Not necessarily beacuse she wanted to get away from this guy that was talking to her, but because it was so cold. Not to mention now she was all self conscious about herself seeing as she didn't take a shower before she went out this morning "Eh, I'm not too surprised" She said. After all, they WERE in New York and a lot of people got a taxi, walked, or rode the bus. Right before she was about to say something else, it turned out that he made a reference to gaming. She chuckled. The first thing that she had thought of was Kung Lao's third fatality in Mortal Kombat: Shaolin Monks. Which made her laugh a little harder. It didn't register that he might have thought she was laughing at him. She was afraid to say what she thought of. It was embarrassing "how bad of a fatality do you think?" She asked him while she was calming down. If he listed any Mortal Kombat fatality, she was going to make a new best friend. Sure there was other fatalities that weren't just in Mortal Kombat, but whenever she heard that word that was the first video game to come to her mind. When the horn beeped, Patty looked up, even though she knew that the person beeping the horn wasn't going to be for her. She was still waiting on Corey to respond to her text message.

It seemed as though that the person that beeped knew the guy she was talking to. She felt like she knew him too, but she also thought a lot of people looked alike. She never would have guessed it was Qwerty from online. It seemed as though he had another method of getting to gamestop. It seemed almost as soon as he left, that the bus showed up 'How ironic...' was the only thought that she could think of. Not only did he practically wait there until the bus showed up, but then he left. When the bus pulled up to the stop, she got on, paid the dollar fee and then went to take a seat in an open seat. The bus wasn't THAT crowded, she was able to get a whole seat to herself. Which was a good thing. As the bus was going about the route, her phone vibrated in her pocket. Well, it had a few minutes before. She figured with the slight shivering of being outside and the big bag that she had, she didn't feel the vibration. She saw that Corey had responded to the message a few minutes before she had gotten on the bus. She opened the message and saw that she had asked about which gamestop she was talking about. Patty thought about what was around that shop and when she ran through the stores close, she did remember the Subway. She had never actually gone into that subway, but she did remember seeing it once or twice. Hitting 'reply' she started another text to Corey:

Yep, the one by subway.

She sent off just that. She'd be seeing the female soon anyways, why go into a big lengthy text, not to mention there wasn't really anything that was lengthy to write back to that. She kept her phone in her hands in case Corey decided that she needed to text her back. Patty rested her head against the window and closed her eyes for a few seconds as the bus was going. She pretty much had timed out how long it took to get to gamestop from where she got on the bus. A couple of minutes later, she felt the bus come to yet another complete stop. She opened her eyes and saw that this was definitely her stop. She grabbed her bag and then got up and took her exit from the bus. When the bus doors closed and was out of her way, she waited til it was safe to cross the street to get to her destination. She walked in and then immediately went over to the xbox games. Sure, she had many, many systems, but the xbox games is where she always started whenever she entered the store. She said hello to one of the workers that always seemed to be here when she was here, but then she was lost in her own search. She had picked up F.E.A.R., hearing that it was a great game and the second one was coming out soon and it was going to be better. She was looking at a few other games that she didn't have that she wanted to give a try when she was tapped on the shoulder.

She jumped and almost dropped her game, but caught it in between her palms. She heard Corey's voice and then looked up to see the female. Yeah, she had gotten a scare, but then just laughed about it for a second "Hey Core." She just held up the game that she had in her hand "Right now, F.E.A.R." She informed the female. She then looked back at the rack that she was previously looking at "But I think I'm about done in this section." She said. She was planning to look over most of the store (she only looked at PC games every so often) "Do you have anything planned for today?" She asked. Patty didn't want to get in the way of any of Corey's plans. Even though Corey got a hold of her, she felt as though she would be a burden. Who knew. Patty didn't know Corey's life. Maybe she wanted to be friends with Patty or something? Who knew. All Patty knew is that she was going to have to have Corey run her home so she can get her game system. She then moved to the PS3 section of the store. It hit her while looking at another game that Corey might scare easily. Patty was used to things popping out at her in video games, but was Corey? Patty knew virtually nothing about her... except that she was preggers "Do you scare easily?" She asked her.

[mokiepuppymaster]

QWERTY YESSIREE-BOB PORTER: feels like Charlie Brown, now all needs is that paper bag.
coin_operated_quarter86 just logged in.

WxW

Still Doing that Gamer Thing?

I guess I am. Yep.

Niiice.

He couldn't believe he even made a Mortal Kombat reference, but she didn't seem creeped out by it. If anything she started chuckling, which turned to laughter. Well, unless that's the laughter of 'you're such a loser, I can't believe you even said that' sort of thing. The second one was technically more believable. Qwerty's eyes trailed away, but soon shifted swiftly back to her when she asked how bad. So she knew what a fatality was? Did she honestly pick up the MK reference? "Pretty bad," he replied with a slightly squeak in his voice from him trying to clear his throat and talk at the same time. He was trying his hardest not to seem 'too eager'. "One by one all of the pieces of the bus were ripped out, until finally it was sliced to bits, like Scorpion's ultimate fatality on Mortal Kombat: Armageddon. But I mean...this is New York--- and I'm going to officially stop talking now." You know that feeling you get when you've said something stupid, to the point where it left that awkward feeling in your mouth? Especially when you know you can't take it back?

Yeah, he had felt stupid, awkward and uncomfortable. Though it didn't really hit him until after he was in Mercedes' car. His eyes had trailed back to the girl. He wondered if it would be weird if he asked Mercedes if she could get a ride too, but figured it would be strange, wouldn't it? But there was something familiar about that bundled girl. He just couldn't place it. And then the question was asked. Why was he going to take the bus? "My car is---" 'don't say MIA, AWOL, or any references like that. Just have a normal answer.' "sort of...dead right now." Unfortunately it was as normal as he was going to get. Though she suddenly asked why he and the girl on the bench broke up, he felt his face heat up greatly. "I...I don't even know who she is," he instantly mentioned, though he felt as though he did. "And we didn't break up--- I mean, it wasn't like we were together in the first place. I don't typically have girlfriends, not to say I have boyfriends, I don't have anyone...and...that came out sounding a bit more pathetic than I planned...yeah...a bit..."

What was up with him today? If anything, he needed just stick his foot in his mouth and keep it there. Anything to keep him from constantly rambling. Not even the honking of the cars behind them could fix this. Towards not side-seat driving, he could deal with that. "As long as you don't have the 'need for speed'." Damn it, another game pun. Well, he did start to feel sort of nervous when she started driving and texting. Personally he didn't care to know about Trinity's business...Trinity often made it pretty clear that her business and him never needed to go in the same sentence together. Still Mercedes asked him to remind her to talk to Kaiser. Kaiser? God, just another guy who made him feel smaller than he already made himself feel. Well, just wait, one of these days, when he comes into the possession of an ancient spirt who happens to be able to use magic and monsters sealed within cards to their own bidding, he's going to use 'shrink' on Kaiser and Trinity and see if he could at least dint their egos. 'Yuugiou's not real,' he reminded himself. And then the car started drifting off the road bringing Qwerty to tense up greatly in his seat, before shutting his eyes tightly when they jerked back on the road.

He wondered if he should text to Bradley to not bother picking him up. That is if Bradley was even going to pick him up in the first place. He tugged out his cellphone, no new messages. He resisted the urge to sigh. Sighing...about not getting a reply from Brad was sort of the gay side he figured. Instead he texted:

U don have2 give
me a ride. I have
1. thnx if u were
tho.

Bobby
<LEVEL UP!>

For a moment there, he almost typed out the .25 as his tag. Simply because twenty five cents is a quarter, and Quarter was the nickname he wanted to be called back in highschool because it was Qwerty and Porter fused together. But it never caught on. Why didn't it catch on? That would have been an awesome nickname! It was only after he sent his message that he heard her say 'whoops'. His eyes trailed over, apparently she dropped her cellphone. Was it bad that he was embarrassed when she asked him to get it for her. Wouldn't that mean reaching down near her legs? His nervousness only seemed to grow the more he thought about it. Mentally he told himself that if life were a cartoon, he'd probably have a moment where he'd start breathing hard, thump his foot and have his tongue shoot out of his mouth as if he just couldn't control himself. Just as he told himself that if life were an anime then he'd probably have blood shoot out of his face. If life were just a game, then chances are he could go for this, and somehow or another it would lead to sex. Because everyone knew in games like these, you take the most loser-like in the world and surprisingly all of the women left are innocently horny and want nothing more than to have him in the end.

Qwerty would prefer it if life were anything but what it was now.

"I-I can do that," he stammered before unbuckling his seat belt, just so he could reach better. Carefully he leaned over so his arm could reach just by her leg closest to him, so he could grab the phone. For visual purposes, he unfortunately had to have his head just above her knee. She could easily kill him if they had an accident, but surprisingly he didn't think it'd matter. Maybe it was because for some fluke reason he and Mercedes had dated back in highschool. Even back then, it shocked him for those little bits of months that it lasted. Or maybe it shocked him even more that he went to that party with the hopes of picking up Melody only to wind up with Mercedes as revenge against her neglectful boyfriend. His hand had brushed against her leg when he tugged back the phone and moved once more back in his seat and handed the phone to her. He was blushing. He was redder than anything, but tried to keep his attention else where. The way he was looking out the window, you'd think something interesting was out there. Honestly there wasn't, just people...walking.

"Yeah, it's the one in the mall I typically go to," he voice.

It wasn't until they were in the mall he wondered if he should say anything. He could clearly see the gamestop store, but somehow he wanted to say goodbye. He just wasn't exactly sure of how to go about it without seeming like a complete dork. "Th-thanks," he stuttered nervously. "Um, who knows, maybe we could...um...get something later. I don't know, maybe something from the food court? Or um...I know this one suishi bar...if you're interested." Ah, he was ready for the rejection. Game stop was only a few feet away now. If she rejected him, he could easily take refuge. Besides she had things to do, didn't she? Ah, he couldn't take the pressure, so he swiftly blurted out, "Uhyourprobablybusysothanksfortheridbye." And darted off into gamestop. The embarrassment was still there, but now worst. How on earth could he do that? Up and leave a hot cheerleader who he had once done things with, that he could possibly rekindle. He...sucked when it came to girls. They just made everything so difficult for him. At least he felt at home in the store. Then that's when his phone suddenly chimed from a text message. It sounded more like the leveling up tone that played in FFXII. Still, he looked at it. Right, Cole. His cousin who surprisingly had money, while his family on the other...didn't. His parents were drug addicts for crying out loud, and met in a strip club. Or was it that his family had money, but typically spent it stupidly? Sometimes he wondered if his cousin really...liked him? Still, he wanted to hang out with him. It was amazing that they were even able to run into each other to begin with, and now they actually hung out? Was it bad that in the back of his mind he wondered if it were genuine? Or would he just feel stupid in the end, like how he thought Bradley truly wanted to be his friend. Still he replied:

Not that I know of.
My plans...always
change. But we can
if you want.


Now to get his game. Too bad it wasn't later in the year, he really was in the mood for a new release...
[edited]

ss

You're only a >> LOSER
when the screen reads of >>GAME OVER

[Demophon]

Kadence Lily Michaels
xx xx xxthe songbirid

♩♪♫♬ - - - ► PLAY
i got a pocket got a pocketful of sunshinexx xx xx
xx xx xxi got a love and i know that it's all mine
oh oh oh oh


-❁-


There was a moment where Kadence stared at her roof, her mind deep in thought about everything that had unravelled in the last 24 hours. She had organized a date with Roir, been wrapped around Brad’s pinkie finger, stood Roir up and slept with the wrong man. That was the basic gist of how it had happened which left her with a deep frown on her face. This was not good, she felt dirty but no matter how hard she scrubbed. It didn’t wash away. She’d already showered once that morning, but it didn’t feel like it was enough. Her manager’s phone rung from the lounge room of her apartment and she exhaled deeply. He was probably calling to remind her she had studio time today and she couldn’t miss it. Caydie tucked her personal cell into her dress’s pocket, her feet taking her out of her bedroom and down the hall to the main room. It was a new apartment; nearly nothing in it was hers besides her clothes and her cell. Her manager handed her the keys with a, ‘superstars need super apartments, not dumpsters’. Kadence missed her old apartment, it was just big enough for her and it had her furniture in it. It wasn’t a dumpster in her mind, it was home. This apartment was shiny, clean and huge. Kadence felt out of place in it.

The girl’s second cell was dancing on the kitchen bench and she immediately scooped it up, answering the call she knew was from her manager. “Hello Wesley, I know, I know. Studio time today. I’m not that forgetful” Kadence got out before her manager, Wesley got in a word and he laughed through the phone. The man was nice; he just could be a little pushy with Kadence but she stood her ground. “Well, good morning to you to superstar. And FYI, I was actually calling because I have an idea” Wesley said with more enthusiasm then Caydie really liked to hear from the man who suggested she get caught doing drugs or stealing something from a shop. The man had crazy ideas, and he always got grumpy with her when she put her foot down. “Mmm. What’s it this time Wesley?” The girl asked as she made her way around the kitchen bench and towards the fridge. Her fingers wrapped around the door handle as she heard her manager shuffling around with something. Caydie pulled out a bottle of water before closing the stainless steel door. “I wrote it down. It’s... ‘Get Kadence to get photographed going into a hotel with a mysterious man’. It’s genius right?” Wesley answered with a loud laugh, which made Caydie shake her head and roll her eyes. There was no way she’d ever do something like that, not to Roir.

A sigh came from her lips as she thought about the boy. He was smart, honest, cute and completely sincere. Caydie adored every inch of him, and yet she’d slept with his polar opposite just the day before. “What? Don’t like that plan? Come on Caydie, you don’t even have to sleep with him. Just get photographed” Her manager pleaded through the receiver but the girls mind was else where. Like in the Brad’s sports car, she’d only gone there to meet and ask him not to tell about the first time. The first time was a mistake, she was drunk and in a good mood. Celebrations. The second time, just yesterday, she had not one drop in her system. But she was panicked and stressed out. The worst part was that in that moment, she’d asked for it. Where was that sweet girl she dressed herself up to be? ‘Probably on vacation..’ Caydie thought bitterly, she was mad at herself for it. This was not her and yet, there she was. “Caydie, you there kid?” The voice of her manager cut though her thoughts, and shocked her back to reality for a moment. He was asking her about getting photographs and dirtying up her image but she needed time to think. “Can we talk about it later?” Kadence said into the phone forcing her tone to be more than a disappointed mumble and it was like she had pinched Wesley on the a**. The man jumped to life on the phone.

“REALLY? Talk about it later? Sure! We can do that. I’ll see you in the studio later, we’ll talk then. Ciao Bella~” Wesley’s voice sounded like he was standing next to her and shouting in her ear, not to mention he kept changing his tone and his words. She’d never had him call her Bella before. He hung up sharply, so she followed suit, hanging the phone up and tucking it in the dress pocket with her own. There were two phones, one was for business and the other was personal. Wesley’s idea for her, to help her keep things sorted for her. A new message buzzed on her personal phone and she pulled it out, anxiously. Would her lie work? She had stood Roir up. It was wrong, but she just couldn’t face him, not after yesterday. But she’d decided, she’d have to tell him or at least, try to. She had decided he would either, one, break up with her or two, yell at her and then break up with her. Neither idea she liked, but if she didn’t tell him. Every time she looked at him, or heard him say he loved her, or complimented her, she’d feel like a horrible person. Unworthy. And she didn’t want to live like that, but she didn’t exactly want to live alone.

Kadence read the message like it was cryptic. Did he believe her, or did he not? A sigh came form her lips as she tucked the bottle of water under her arm and made her way into her favourite place. The room held her piano, her vinyl records, her record player, her stereo and her CD’s. It was what she had decided was her music room. Caydie placed her bottle of water on the floor as she looked at the text message once more. This one lie was going to take a lot of effort to substantiate until she told him the truth. She wondered if she should tell Brad to keep quiet about it, but that would involved talking to him and if yesterday was any bit her, being around that male was just a bad idea. To make herself feel better about it, Caydie decided it was like going shopping, you see something that catches your eye, but you know you can’t afford that and what your meant to get. But it’s hard to resist, so you toss caution to wind, buy the thing you wanted instead of what you needed, and now regret it. ‘Maybe if I explain that to Roir, he won’t yell..’ Caydie thought miserably, today felt like was not going to end well. She typed up a response to Roir, trying her best to act as casual as possible.

‘I’m still sorry Roir. Deeply. I’ll make sure to
find a way to tell you, if it ever happens again.
Promise. <3 Okay, I’ll figure something to
make it up to you tonight. Okay? Yes, they
were like usual. Sing it over and over until
they’re happy with it. Tiring.
xo Caydie <3’

The text message was sent to her boyfriend, and she took a large drink of water before popping the lid closed. Her eyes glanced over at the clock; he studio time was from 11 until 2. Not as many hours as usual, but it was a Sunday. Kadence only sat there for a moment before she got sick of wallowing in her own self pity. She’d have to figure out something to organize to make it up to Roir, before ripping his heart out of his chest with the facts of what occurred the day before. The girl felt like the truth was brutal, if only she could sugar coat it. Make the axe look more like a gift. Maybe her best friends would know, she pulled the phone back up to her eyes as she typed two messages.

‘Shay, I need some advice. For a friend
say.. My friend did something stupid
and now she has to tell her boyfriend.
What’s the best way to do it? And it’s
not me, just a friend of mine. You
don’t know her.
xo Caydie ’

That message was sent to Shay, the boy had a boyfriend, maybe he knew something. But she decided to message Hyori as well.

‘Hylee, I messed up really bad and
I need to tell Roir. It’s bad. Really,
bad. How should I tell him? I was
going to do something really nice
and then just, tell him and hope he
doesn’t yell at me. I can’t tell you
what I did. Not until I tell him, okay?
So don’t ask, please..
Caydie’

Kadence sent the messages, and then placed her phone on the floor next to the bottle of water. The one thing that would help her think was music, so she climbed up off the floor and began sifting through her vinyl records until she found it. One of her favourite songs was on it. As she wandered across the room to her record player, she slid the black record out of its case and placed it one the record player carefully. Caydie set it up like she was performing surgery. The last thing she wanted to do was damage the record. She played it from the first song, but she stood by it patiently, waiting for her favourite. A half smile came to her lips as ‘Jessie’s Girl’ by Rick Springfield started to play. It was a song she liked in any mood, from dancing around the apartment cleaning, to just sorting things out in her head or even if she was frustrated, she’d bounce around with a broom stick playing air guitar. The girl liked to clean, it kept her busy so as the song started, she turned away to find the cloth to wipe the dust of her piano.

-❁-

♩♪♫♬ - - - █▌STOP

[rAinbow-FRO]

╔══════════════╗
christopher ℓ σ и ∂ σ и henderiks
mister • smoker
╚══════════════╝

• oh, kiss me, l i c k your c i g a r e t t e, then k i s s me •

Still grimacing, Chris paid Demetrius no attention. His cell phone buzzed in his pocket, and he was thankful for that. Any reason to control his anger and block out Demetrius even more. This guy really knew how to piss him off. What a nosy kiddo. Looking down at his cell phone, he pretended to ignore him, even though his voice was loud and clear. Seeing that he had two messages, he worked quickly to reply to Serena first, then Cristal.

Just get your cuteass down here alright? Hope you're feelin fine(: »»love,Chris.

Even though he was currently in an annoyed mood, just texting Serena made him feel a little bit better.

Aw Cris, you're too adorable.(: I'm kind of on a break, hangin with friends and some paparazzi dude won't leave me alone. I swear, I'm about to kick him out... But other than that, just missing you.(: What're you up to? »»love,Chris.

Putting his phone on lock, Chris placed it back in his pocket. He didn't want his cellphone randomly pocketdialing people. He hated it when it did that. Then he would get text messages asking why he had called. Chris rolled his eyes at Demetrius, not wanting to hear another word that was coming out of his mouth. "First of all, she's not a little girl and you're starting to really ******** piss me off. Who's going to read this anyways?" he began, but Demetrius just kept on rattling on and on. His eyebrows furrowed when he started to mention Serena and Cristal. He tried to say something, but seemed to freeze in anger. Getting over it in a few moments, he stood up. "[******** you. She's not a dumb princess like you are, you s**t head." No one could ever insult who Chris liked. He'd defend them if it killed him. So maybe Cristal wasn't the brightest out there, but she sure as hell still was bright. She had a job didn't she? But before Chris could fully finish, Demetrius left him standing there. Who did he think he was? Maybe Chris had some anger, maybe he truly did. But he wasn't going to just let him go and take someone else as his next victim. He had enough reason to kick him out.

Leaving the table without a word to his friends, Chris followed him, seeing that he was after Trinity. Now, Chris had always found her attractive. What man didn't? He had always wanted her secretly, and it pissed him off even more that Demetrius was after her, seeking some more information like some sort of leech. He came up to the both of them, focusing only on him. "If I ever see you here again, you're screwed." With that, and a glance at Trinity, he left for outside, wanting to cool down. The cold weather would help him do that. He was just so goddamn annoying, and last night was still so fresh in his mind. Justin just coming out of no where, laying out his anger on him. His eyebrows furrowed at the memory, as he paced to the left, accidentally bumping into someone. "Oh hey, I'm sorr-" Chris murmured, then abruptly stopped when he noticed the familiar height of a certain girl, the familiar scent of her fresh shampoo.

"Serena! What're you doing out here?" Chris exclaimed, not noticing that he had knocked her cigarette out of her hand. He gave her a big bear hug, his arms engulfing her. It felt like it was so long since he last saw her, even though it was just yesterday. He sort of wished he spent the night at Serena's instead. Cristal was still worrying about his hospital episode from a few nights ago, and it still scared the s**t out of him. "You got a cigarette by chance?" he still asked her. It sure would calm down his nerves, and maybe warm him up a bit, now that he was noticing how cold it really was outside. Feeling that his phone was going off again, he checked it, his face suddenly blank as he saw it was from Corey. He never deleted her number, even if he did, he would still know the numbers by heart. He had dialed it so many things, he was positive he could type out the numbers blindfolded. "Sorry, one second," Chris murmured to Serena, not wanting to be rude, but wanting to reply to Corey. He was sincerely worried about her. Maybe he was being too harsh with her. He just... didn't know what to do.

Uhh yeah I guess I'm okay, considering a few things... I'm not up to much. Do you think I could see you today? »»love,Chris.

Chris sent it before realizing that he added the 'love' at the end. Eh, it didn't matter too much. But why did he want to see her? She had been lying to him about her pregnancy. He frowned at his cellphone, wondering what to do with himself. "Sorry about that," he flashed her a quick smile, before shoving his cellphone back in his pocket.

• don’t you wanna f e e l my b o n e s on your b o n e s? it's only n a t u r a l •

[mokiepuppymaster]

✖✖✖
Full moon in the city and the night was young,
I was hungry for love, I was hungry for fun
✖✖✖

René Kaiser Schröder
The Once Foreign Exchange Student

Kaiser It wasn't long until his car was once more on the road, his radio was simply on some random hit-music station. At least that's what they claimed on all of the commercials. So far, he didn't really care for any of the songs that were playing. He was tempted to turn it, but something in the back of his mind assured him that something good was right around the corner. It didn't compare to the music he was used to back home. But hey, what could he say, he did fancy that Adam Lambert song, "For your Entertainment". He thought this Adam Lambert fellow completely understood him. It was almost as if they were completely on the same page or something, as though he were reading his thoughts and transposing them into music. Every thing that was mentioned in those lyrics, he felt he could do. They should have just went ahead and named the song "Kaiser's Entertainment" or something. He didn't know the words, so he mumbled a mixture of his own, not caring if they flowed with the music or not. His version after all was so much better.

His phone chimed, without much effort, he flipped it out and looked to see who the text message was from. A grin slipped from his lips as he thought of the various things that most likely awaited him in the text. He imagined it to say something along the lines of 'why yes Kaiser I would love to go out to dinner with you and Cole and not invite Bradley'. But when he read the short message, his brows furrowed up. Shay? Why on earth would Shay be with him? Sure he had helped the fellow back in the past, but he felt his debt to
Kadence was paid. And it didn't answer anything that he wanted to know before. He wanted to know about the actual set plans of after the game or practice, whichever one it is. Still, he decided to answer Tom's silly little question:

NO. Y WOULD HE BE?
OR WAS WHAT U TEXTED
A TYPO? I WAS TALKN
ABOUT COLE NOT SHAY
-KAISER

For some reason, texting in all caps made him feel so...so very powerful just now. He figured that for now on he would only use caps. It showed he was enuciating or stressing his point. It looked very powerful indeed. Still, why would Tom confuse Cole and Shay? Unless he was thinking about Shay? What if at this exact moment Tom was thinking about Shay and figured that because Kaiser once knew Kadence who once knew Shay, that he would have the magic connection to hook the two together? The thought was completely NASTY in his opinion. He almost threw up a little in his mouth, but thankfully didn't. He practically wanted to send a text to the weightlifter telling him not to dare text him such nastiness again and to keep him out of his little fantasy world, but didn't. He would be kind this time and not embarrass him by bringing up his not-so-cleverly hidden secret.

He turned down onto a different street, a very familiar one at that. He recognized it, because there were times he would just drive past and glare towards the apartments. The one he was thinking about most was the one that once belonged to Corey and Chris, but now minus the boyfriend. He parked his boldly colored sports car along the sidewalk and stepped out. He made sure to lock everything behind him, he didn't think that it would 'hurt' to pay Corey a surprise visit. The surprise was what he had planned for her. He would make her more than sorry for treating him as though he were not worth more than Christopher. That gay little p***k held nothing to him. And what do you know, he recieved a text message, and across the screen the caller ID showed "Christopher Henderiks". "Speak of zhe devil und he vill kommen." Light chuckles left his lips as he opened the text and read the message. He called him a f** and a nazi? Was it because he was German that people liked to tag the 'nazi' tag to him? It wasn't like Kaiser was calling Chris a Klansman. Aren't those typically American and white?

A LITTLE BIRD THAT
FLIES TOLD ME. A
f**? UR WRONG, I
NEVER DID ANYTHING
GAY W/ NE1. I LOVE
THE WOMEN! AND THEY
LOVE ME! UNLIKE THE
GAY ONE THAT IS U.
DO NOT CALL ME A NAZI!
VICTORY WILL BE MINE!!
D<
-KAISER


Oooh, that left him feeling surprisingly destructive. He just wanted to break something, start a riot maybe loot a few stores. Or perhaps just vandalize some property and blame it on the next guy. Kaiser felt like he wanted to be bad. More than bad. But he resisted, all would be accoplished once he put his plan into action. He walked up to the front porch, and was just about to press the buzzer when a woman who lived in the building opened the door on her way out. Truth be told, Kaiser had seen her a couple of times, they exchanged a few words, and she ultimately believed everything he would tell her. He wondered if it was because she was blind. Granted, she never told him she was blind, but her eyes were a strange pale blue, so he figured that had to have been the explanation, and she always had a dog with her. He could think of no other explanation. She let him in after a few hellos, and instantly he was on his way to Corey's apartment. His phone chimed, he looked down at it. This time it was from Cole, he opened the message, skimmed it, and quickly replied:

VISITING AN OLD FRIEND.
I DO NOT MIND HANGING OUT
W/ U. AFTER THIS, I HAVE
A PHOTOSHOOT W/ BRADLEY'S
EX-GIRLFRIEND MELODY. AFTER
THAT I WILL BE MORE THAN
FREE.
-KAISER

He was so close to her door, his fist came up to knock, but the moment his hand came in contact he recieved another text message. He looked down at the device to see it was from Corey. She already left. A series of curses in German slipped from his lips. Still, she mentioned that they could get together later? He wasn't sure he liked that. It made it sound like she was making the schedule, when in his eyes it should be the other way around. Which is why he replied:

I DONT KNOW. WHAT IF
WHEN U ARE NOT BUSY,
I AM? IF U DONT WANT
A TRUCE. I UNDERSTAND.
TO THINK I TOOK TIME
OUT OF MY BUSY LIFE
TO SEE YOU, or ARE
YOU NOT SO LONELY
ANYMORE?
-KAISER

That meant his pre-photoshoot plans drastically changed. He might as well head back to the building, he wasn't even sure if he had enough time to hang out with Cole beforehand or not. Though it'd still be another person to have as an ally, and potentially a foe for Bradley Anderson. Besides, Cole didn't consider him a nazi. Really, was it only because he was German that people thought this? Did he seem racist against jews? Did he shoot anyone in front of their graves? What people didn't realize was that there were a great deal of Germans who were not proud of the nazi-age. Technically his grandfather was involved in it, fairly high ranked, it didn't mean that he was going to lock anyone naked in a gas chamber and let that be their end. Though now that he thought about it, maybe what Chris was hinting towards was a fantasy. Maybe he always fantasized about being a jew and Kaiser a nazi that leads to brutal prison sex. His face instantly twisted in disgust. He did not want to be involved in Christopher's fantasy, especially not a gay one. Really, he didn't believe there was one straight person from their old highschool that was male that he knew of today. In some form of way, it always seemed like they were hinting about coming out the closet. How disgusting. Well, he did not have time to hang out with anyone. So as swiftly as he came, he left, to get back in his car and head back to the studio.

Translation
kommen = come
und = and

✖✖✖
I was hunting you down, and I was the bait,
when I saw you there, I didn't need to hesitate
✖✖✖

[mokiepuppymaster]

»» Princess «« Cristal○Alizé○Hart
{{The FASHION Intern//Focus: Fashion Merchandising, Visual Communications}}

And I've been thinking 'bout how you say my name
You got my body spinning like a hurricane
And it feels like you got me going insane
I can't get enough so let me get it up
○xxxxxxxx«○»xxxxxxxx○
Ooh, looks like we're alone now
You ain't gotta be scared
We're grown now

««»»

She walked into the building of what was considered one of the hottest teen magazines in the city. Interning, really? If it weren't for the fact that she actually was surrounded by fashion, and honestly had the opportunity to write blogs about her opinion. That was a plus she supposed, but honestly the idea of having to go anywhere because someone told her, wasn't how she wanted to spend her Sunday mornings. As long as her supervisor wasn't giving her a ridiculous assignment, then she'd be fine. That was definitely something about this job, it dealt with a great deal of blooging and marketting and reviews. She walked over to the office, and knocked upon her supervisors's door. A light huff slipped from her lips as she waited, forcing patience upon herself. It wasn't like she had a short attention span or anything, it's just that Cristal was the type of person who could get irritated really easily if she felt her time was being wasted.

She was an heiress for crying outloud; by simply living, she had the chance of interiting enough money to keep her comfortable for the rest of her life. The thought of her having to work was ultimately ridiculous. But what Daddy wants, he gets, right? The door opened and Cristal offered a smile towards the woman. She was a little beyond middle aged, but the type of woman who often tried to act like Cristal's mother in fashion. Truth be told, the blonde humored her. There was no need to form any enemies at her job, especially when she was using it help Chris get further with his company. "Okay, I have a new assignment for you," she went on to say, which Cristal had figured from the start. The next part, she hadn't planned on. "Have you ever heard of someone called Sami Stone? Well, we've heard a bit of buzz coming around her clothing, and guess who's going to have an article about it in her bllllloggg~? You arrrreee~!" She didn't even give her a chance to respond before the binder was placed in her hands. Cristal looked completely outraged. Not only was Sami that girl back in highschool who was so desperate for attention that she'd actually claim that Melody was ripping off her looks, but she was also friends with Corey Mae.

Cristal didn't say anything. At this point, she didn't know what to say without completely ranting about how much she did not want to do this. She didn't want give publicity to someone who she reminded her of a smurf. At this point Cristal wished it was anyone but her. She practically felt like she betraying and breaking so many rules of the code. The code that she honestly lived by when it came to her and her friends. According to the code, you do not: sleep with your friends' boyfriends/crushes, help your friends' crush hook up with his ex, turn against your ultimate bff to join her enemy, become a scene, talk about getting a sex change...well, down the list, do anything that would bring someone as strange as Sami Stone into a major form of popularity. Personally the girl was very weird, her boyfriend was weird, her friends were weird, and at times Cristal thought her fashion was weird. But moments like these she was honestly at a loss. Maybe she just really didn't like her because she was friends with Corey...? And personally, she didn't think she could ever forgive the girl. Not after what Corey did to her at her own house back during highschool.

"Fine," she voiced at first, coming off a bit more sharply than she originally anticipated. It was only after the strange look she was offered that she corrected herself, "I mean, I'll be sure to do a fine job with it. You don't like have to worry about it. Tee-tee-why-elle." She waved with a flick of her hand, and turned to leave. She glanced down at the binder, she came all this way just for a binder. The binder itself was more like a 'kit' to make the process easier for her. But after doing a couple of cases with this sort of thing, she felt that she had outgrown it. "What if she doesn't even want her work put in a magazine?" she asked lightly to herself. Only an idiot would decline, but if Sami happens to not want to see her right from the start, then she wouldn't be at fault if it doesn't make it in the magazine now would she? If she understood the way things worked, she doubted Sami would want to come anywhere near Cristal because of the issues between the princess and the scene.

Her phone chimed, at that moment Cristal was just looking forward to something that would pick her up after this bad news. It could have been worst, she knew that. She could have had to have direct contact with Corey. Well, the message did pick her up. It was from Chris. He called her adorable, she was blushing just from the word, despite the nickname. Really, Chris was the only person in the entire world she'd ever let call her Cris. The fact that he was on break meant she could easily go see him without the awkwardness of customers intefering in their conversation. It made her think back to the time that he was on break and they had 'talked' in the backroom about the 'article' she was going to do on his 't-shirt' website. It started off as all of those things, but then just excalated into so much more. She could care less if he was dating his girlfriend at the time, he just had that effect on her. He missed her? Why did that ultimately sweep her off of her feet? The thought that she was missed. She wasn't even going to let the paparazzi matter upset her. Instead she replied:

Chris~ <3

Stop it, you're making
me blush. I'll be there
in like five. I just had
to stop by my job && pick
up a few things. Paparazzi
do that. They're like just
fans. Take as a compliment.
He thinks you're interesting.

LoveULongTime;; Cris


She couldn't wait to see him, she couldn't wait to wrap her arms around him and forget all about the article she was going to have to write on Sami and her shop. Swiftly she texted back:


The Cafe wasn't too far from the magazine anyways, if she wanted she should actually walk, not that she was going to. She wondered what he was doing at the exact moment. She wondered if he was talking about her. If he mentioned it to his friends that he had been staying over at her house lately. Chris...was just so different from the other boys she had been with. She didn't believe that he thought of her as a toy. She honestly believed he liked her. She wanted to believe it. The dream she had, was just a dream. It was a nightmare that had nothing to do with what was currently going on in her life. She just wanted to tell everyone about this. Why was she so hopeless when it came to boys? She wouldn't let girls push her around, but when it came to guys...there wasn't much of anything she could do. She felt so gullible when it came to guys. But Cristal believed she was better than that now. She was over highschool crushes. The question was...was she just the sex-friend, or did he really like her?

Her car pulled up in the parking lot, and she slipped out, locking it up behind her. She saw cars, and wondered if they were currently having a morning rush, but ruled it out since it was Sunday. Didn't people usually drink more coffee on business days? Anyways, took out her compact, simply to inspect over her makeup, hoping that everythng looked fine. Maybe she obsessed a little too much on looking perfect for Chris? Before hand she simply assumed, but especially after last night...she wasn't sure. The tiniest bit of imperfection, she believed could throw off everything! What was to stop him from going after the next pretty girl? Was that what she thought? No, surely not. Chris was note Oliver. Chris would not do that to her. She blew a kiss to her reflection, and slipped out of the car. She was just about to head towards the entrance, though stopped when she saw Chris. Instantly her heart fluttered, and a smile crept into place. Though when she noticed he was standing there with another girl, she furrowed her brows in confusion. It wasn't until she was closer that she noticed it was Serena. Could this be any worse? Truth be told, she wouldn't have necessarily had a problem with being in the same area with Serena if it weren't for last night. Honestly, last night was close to the top of the Ridiculousness list. Corey trying turning into the Hulk at her house back in highschool being practically so high on the list that it ran off the page. Still, she wouldn't let that get her down. So she fixed a smile onto her lilps and walked over.

"Surprise~!, Okay, so it's not really a surprise since I told you I was coming, but i told you that it wasn't all that far a distance from where I work and here," she spoke up, tempted to wrap her arms around him and hug him tighter than anything. However she resisted. Serena would probably say those hurtful words again. She'd probably say that Chris didn't like her, and that she needed to stop ruining relationships and lives. Okay, so she wasn't entirely sure if that's what Serena said exactly to her, but for Cristal she might as well said it. "And hi...Serena," she greeted, faking her smile even more, but it was only short lived. Instead she turned her attention once more to Chris, and slipped a pouty expression onto her lips. "But really Chris, you know, I wanted to kiss you goodbye this morning. Don't tell me you're getting your goodmorning kisses from someone else..." However she giggled close to the end. "I'm kidding, but yeah, I hope I'm not interrupting anything."
[edited]

««»»

You got me hypnotized, I never felt this way
You got my heart beating like an 808. Can you rise to the occasion?
I'm patiently waiting, cause it's getting late
And I can't get enough, so let me get it up
○xxxxxxxx«○»xxxxxxxx○
I'm a hit defrost on you, Let's get it blazin'
We can turn the heat up if you wanna
Turn the lights down low if you wanna

So○Are○You »» WARMING «« Up○Yet

[xAscoldrainfalls]

тнє qυєєи вєє

I can't help myself I'm xxxxaddictedxxxx to a life of material;
It's some kind of joke, I'm o b s e s s i v e l y
→ Opposed to the typical ←
All we care about is: Runway Models, C a d i l l a c s && Liquor Bottles

Getting all dolled up wasn't necessary seeing as she had a shoot and they were going to doll her up there anyways. Sure, she did a few things (i.e. putting in extensions) but other than those few small things, she was pretty much ready to go. She had no worries with getting the photo shoot changes, for the simple fact that she was Melody Bergman, she pretty much got what she wanted at the snap of her fingers. Especially when it came to Leo. She was one his best clients, thus he did his best to make her content and happy to keep her in his business. With the reputation of her mother, Melody could easily go and get another representative. She could be fired one day and be hired the next. Well she liked to think she was a hot commodity. When she was ready to go and all that jazz, she had a small check list that she did mentally, typically without thinking about it. Just the simple stuff like checking to make sure all the lights were off and stuff like that. It was early but her abundance of text messages she's sent and received were really nothing out of the ordinary. She was the Queen-Bee, why wouldn't people want to talk to her or have something to do with her. When she was younger, she knew this was how her life was going to play out (for the most part) and she was content.

When she walked outside, well that wasn't what she thought it was going to be. No she hadn't even looked out the window once to see how the weather was, but she wasn't expecting any rain. Well it was just a drizzle, but she wasn't expecting it. She didn't mind too much either way. Either way it is what it is. She was just glad that she grabbed her peacoat for the simple fact that she had more than one and the drizzle wouldn't damage the jacket too much. Why she was wearing the sunglasses, well it was her favorite accessory... she always wore sunglasses. Sometimes even when it was completely unnecessary. She tended to be a bit unnecessary sometimes. She felt her phone vibrate in her pocket, but debated on whether or not to take it out. Yeah,she was waiting to hear back from Kaiser about the photo shoot, but she was also texting two other people at the same time. If Kaiser wasn't able to pull the shoot off, then whatever, she wasn't going to lose any sleep over it, they'd just have to schedule something later. Not to mention that they would probably both be better off with that (of course if this didn't pull through) for the simple fact that they were so last minute about the whole thing.

She decided to wait til she got to the coffee shop to answer/read the text. It was drizzling and Melody had a good concept of water and electronics not doing well with one another. As she had come to this conclusion, her phone went off again in her pocket. Yeah, she was curious as to what was going on in the world of her phone. All she knew is that if she got a call, then things might have been a bit more serious. When she got to the coffee shop, she ordered one of her usual, but as she waited for the drink to be made, she stood at the end of the counter and then pulled her phone out of her jacket pocket. She saw that there was four messages. She must have gotten the third and fourth message in the matter of walking into the coffee shop and then now. She didn't have an obnoxious ringtone, therefore she sometimes didn't hear it. She went through the messages from newest to oldest. The first one she read was from Mercedes. She looked at the time and hadn't even realized that she had this one in her box for a good long while. Reading it over, she went to the message from Cristal. Wanting to read the other two texts, she just went to the next one. It was from Trinity, it was a typical response to the question that Trin would give. The next one was from Kaiser. She felt relieved knowing that she would be doing the shoot with him, but she thought it was cute that he asked if they could do lunch later. When her coffee was done, she was alerted and then grabbed the cup and took a seat at one of the tables.

Seeing as she was already on Kasier's text, she thought to just respond to that message first.

Of course it'll be a masterpiece.
I'll be at the studio in a few. We'll
have to see about lunch. I have
a previous engagement that I
really need to attend to.
xoMel

After sending her response, she closed the whole thing out and went back to her message inbox and then went to Cristal's text. There wasn't really anything that she had to respond to, but she felt as though she should have responded. At least in a somewhat departing manner, she didn't want to just leave her best friend hanging. That wouldn't be too nice.

Great! so start thinking about party
ideas. We're goin all out for your
big day ;3
xoMel

When she went back to answer Mercedes' text, she read it over again, she had briefly ran her eyes across the message at first and when she really read over the message, her eyes opened a little wider. She didn't know whether this was a joke or not. She knew that Mercedes' didn't ever really make stuff up, but Kaiser... and Brad? If that didn't seem like a joke like no other.. Brad was one of the most homophobic persons she had ever met in her life. He was always beating up on that one little gay kid that went to high school with them. Well.. Brad was kind of a whore.. who knew? Maybe he got tired of women? Kaiser definitely was a very attractive one. Hitting reply she promptly wrote out a message to Mercedes

Are you serious? Kaiser and Brad?
like, hot Kaiser and stupid Brad?
Well Brad is kind of a whore... So
I wouldn't be too surprised to hear
he ended up sleeping with guys..
but that's just crazy! Definitely
keep me updated on that chikky
xoMel

Kaiser and Brad? That just boggled Melody's mind... and not in the good kind of way. Maybe she would ask Kaiser about that later if she remembered... or if she could keep on track. Doing the same thing that she had previously done, she went to Trin's text. The fact that she woke up in a hotel full of people made her chuckle a little bit... but it as still skanky.


hahah leave it to you Trin to make
the most of your night. congrats :P
xo Mel

Getting all her text messages done and replied to, she took a sip of her coffee, carefully. She wasn't trying to burn her tongue and or pallet. That would just make the day turn out to be crap. Checking the time, she shoved the phone back in her pocket and picked up her coffee then went about making her exit from the shop. She went about walking her happy a** all the way to where the studio was. Seeing as it was cold, it was a little bit of a pain in the a**, but seriously, the walk really would help her get exercise. Especially since she wasn't on any sort of regular exercise, the twenty minute walk or how ever long it took was her exercise for the day. The building looked like just another building that was stuck in the midst of New York. Nothing too big, nothing too flashy, but when you walked inside, it was beautiful. Well it just kind of looked like an agency, but it was the upper floors where the studio was. When Mel got there, she was promptly greeted by a hug from Leo. He told her about the fact that Kaiser WAS going to be in her shot and she couldn't help but to grin. This was great. She thanked Leo for all his work and then took a seat. Yeah, all that walking made her a bit tired, but it wasn't like she was exhausted. She was able to tolerate it. She sat down and Leo started to explain what they were going to do for the shoot.

He told her that the theme was 'intimacy'. Well, thankfully she had no problems with that. Not to mention that might be able to get Kaiser to want her in that kind of way. Well, not necessarily the lustful way, but yeah, you get the picture. Since the whole break up with Alex, she hasn't really tried dating anyone. Well, its not like she was so depressed or broken up over it or whatever, she's just been busy with work and whatnot that she really hasn't cared too much to be looking for a relationship. She had her eyes on Kaiser, he was beautiful and was a model... but she had seen him hanging around Cole and oh lawd. Melody wouldn't have minded to take him for a test drive either. She had too much class to go sleeping around with people though... maybe. It was when Leo was done explaining the general ideas of a shoot, that they got up and he went to show her where they would be working for the next couple of hours. She really hoped that this shoot didn't last that long. Yes, the longer the time, the more money she got, but she wanted to see Cristal as well, Melody was serious about them going all out for her birthday. It may not have been her twenty first birthday, but she definitely wanted this one to be a birthday that she didn't forget, mainly because Mel was going to be the coordinator for a good portion of it. She just wanted Cristal to enjoy herself.

*edited

[xAscoldrainfalls]

No one ever said that life was fair, and I'm not saying that it should be
So knowing that you are where you want to be, and I'm not, comes as no surprise.
→alesanaBut don't expect me to be happy for youalesana←
alesanaAnd don't smile at me and tell me things will work out for me tooalesana
I don't want your pity
I H A T E Y O U R P I T Y

тнє ғσямєя cнιℓ∂ sтαя

With a crappy night like the night before, well Clarissa was feeling the repercussions. Err, well... emotionally. Her night didn't turn out so good. What did that go to prove? Well it proved that she had to try even harder to win Justin over.Great. She thought she'd be able to woo him over in one night.. clearly she was wrong. Maybe the bitterness of his girlfriend stealing her acting role wasn't all there in her mind while she was trying to get the objective accomplished, but sure enough when the little asian woman showed up, the bitterness she must have been missing... returned. When Clarissa woke herself up, she just kind of laid in bed for a little while. She had a class today (yes, on sunday) so that was the only thing that she had to do, otherwise she was going to see if her best friend would kidnap her and hang out with her. Hahah no not best friend Hyori, that was more of a 'I'm going to use you as a weapon against yourself' kind of friendship, at least from Clarissa's point of view. GOOD LORD she couldn't stand that woman. If she could shake her fist angrily to Hyori's face, oh boy she would. That might not go over so well with Justin though, thus her plans for winning him over wouldn't be so good at that point.

After finally sometime, she pulled herself out of the bed and went about getting ready.. or something. Lissa kept changing her mind on what she wanted to do. She wanted to get out of this goddamn apartment before she drove herself mad, but she had a class later so she would have to find something to do in the mean time. While trying to figure out what there was to do, she mindlessly walked to the kitchen to get some food. She looked in the fridge and then in the freezer. Nothing that really stood out to her. She looked in some of the cabinets, nothing. It would probably have helped if she was hungry. It was one of those things that she had gotten so used to. Get up and then go and get food. She went and looked through the fridge and freezer one more time and when it was confirmed that she didn't know what she wanted, she just left the kitchen and got ready for something to happen today. She took a shower and then went about getting dressed in something that would be considered normal for her. Skinny jeans, girl's tee followed along with a hoodie and some skater shoes. She spoiled herself when it came to shoes. She had so many pairs and none of them were the same. She wasn't a skater, but that didn't mean she was going to stay away from vans and dc's and whatnot.

Getting a response from Hyori, well that wasn't particularly something that Clarissa liked. Clarissa read over the text message and just rolled her eyes and made a puking motion. The line that got her was the 'me and my boyfriend need to spend more time together'. Clarissa thought quite the opposite. She thought that he should be spending more time with her. Maybe at that point she would be able to get over the awkward/nervous crap that she dealt with the night before. She really also didn't care if Hyori had the same class as her or not. Clarissa wondered if Justin even cared about Hyori. Sure, he may have seemed like it, but maybe deep down, he was just as annoyed with her as she was. Of course for the sake of not wanting to get on Justin's bad side, she would never voice her opinion on the matter. She took a deep breath and then glanced back at the text message. She debated on whether or not she wanted to answer seeing as their plans (if there was any, anyways) were canceled. Plopping herself down in a chair at the table, she tried to think of a response to the text that sounded the way that it should. It may have been a pain to pretend that she was friends with the oriental woman, but if things went as planned, it would all be worth it and her world would come crashing down as Clarissa's was being picked up.

awee thats unfortunate. well
we can always make it up
next time (: have fun! <3

oh god. if she didn't want to already crush her phone, that message would have done it. She had been amazing at acting, but she never thought that acting like this would get on her nerves. She was able to pull it off, so that's all that mattered. She believed that her acting skills topped everyone elses. Why she didn't have some acting role? Well, the first role she tried out for got swiped from under her by her 'friend'. Of course Clarissa did know how to be a real friend. Just ask Shaant. She had yet to get a text back from him, so she went about getting herself something to eat for breakfast. NOW she was feeling like breakfast. She grabbed up one of the boston cream pie toaster strudels and popped that bad boy into the toaster. She pushed the button down and then went and sat down at the table. When her phone went off again, she glared at the phone, thinking that it was probably Hyori (mainly because she didn't want it to be her) but she grabbed up her phone, only to see that it was a message from Shaant. It came in a few different messages, but she didn't mind. When the toaster popped up, she got up and pushed the button down once more, setting the little chocolate packet on the top of the toaster, so it would thaw out, but then she sat on the counter and read over the messages that she had received.

The message seemed like it would go on for days. She surprisingly enough wasn't phased by Shaant's ridiculously long text messages. He was so specific sometimes. Shaant knew how to boost Clarissa's self-esteem without really trying. She knew that she was a better option for Justin anyways, but paying him, that might not end too well. She was glad that he was able to hang out with her. When it she saw his signature, she grabbed up the toaster strudel and then put the chocolate icing on it and took it and sat down on the couch.

haha inorite. I just gotta get over
the awkward -not-being-able-to-
speak thing. I think those are the
guy azns >.> the chick ones are
just really spiteful, especially when
they get old O.O Thank you <3
I'll see you when you get here then

She sent off the somewhat long message and then went about finishing her toaster strudel. She grabbed up the remote and turned the boob tube on. As she was flipping through the channels, she came across one that had seemed to become a television phenomenon for the scene kid/punk teen kids. Some show where the lead star wasn't even famous before the show "How the hell did that Dolores chick get that role?! She isnt even good at it! not to mention that she wasn't even in anything before it!" Yeah, she had a strong hate for female lead roles that weren't hers. Not to mention that the chick was just some bum off the street. They could have gotten her for the role. She wasn't even going to start on the lead guy role. He was indie films! Not even big named roles like Clarissa had once had "Dolores and Havarthr both suck at acting" She mumbled under her breath. With that mumbled, she flipped the channel. That show looked stupid anyways. She was just going to sit there and flip through channels, or something until Shaant showed up. Hopefully he'd show up before she lost her mind from the stupid television.

My envy can't describe how I loathe you for having all the stars
Leaving my eyes to m a r v e l the sky knowing it should be m i n e
Yet it's you I see wasting the dream that only I deserve

[Demophon]

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Serena found herself playing with her phone, her back to the café door and the smoke still between her fingers. Yeah, she was making this one last. Something about going in there was daunting. Her eyes read over the message from Chris, he said she should get her cute a** down there and hoped she was fine. A smile played on her lips, so he thought her a** was cute. That made her secretly happy. It was a compliment in her mind, something she didn’t receive as often as some. Well, not from sober males. Her eyes ran over the keyboard on her phone. She was hesitating with responding. The boy was just in the café behind her and she figured it’d be more fun as a surprise. Just rock up and sit down. Serena was about to bring the smoke to her lips again when someone ran into her, she lost her smoke to the cold ground and turned around. Man, who had the nerve! They were going to get it. Especially if they didn’t apologize. The man started to apologize but stopped half way through. That’s voice. Chrissy!. But before the dark haired girl could muster up a ‘hey’, the boy had recognized her already and engulfed her in a warm hug.

He smells nice. I mean...

“Hey Chrissy. I was having a smoke before coming in" Serena explained as she tried to keep her thoughts away from how he smelled or how good he looked. "Surprise!” She said with lame enthusiasm, like anyone would when a surprise had been caught midway through. She hugged him back before stepping away from him, but she made sure to hug him tightly. Just because it was warm, that’s what she told herself. A laugh came from her lips as she scratched the back of her head, the surprise was ruined, but hey, she got a hug. That was a plus. She didn’t expect him to look at her in truth, but he seemed quite fine. Maybe he didn’t remember either, that would be another plus for Serena. The male asked for a cigarette, which made Serena think for a moment before nodding. “Yeah, sure I do” Her hands delved into her pockets for her packet of smokes, her fingers rapped around them and she tucked her phone away in its place. The girl was about to pull one out for Chris but he murmured for her to wait, so she did. He was playing with his phone and maybe Serena suddenly felt ignored. Who was he text messaging? A frown cut across her face for a moment, playing with the cigarette she planned to hand over to Chris. It shouldn’t matter. You’re playing dumb Serena. Everythings cool and shiz.

The girl knew about his hospital stint, but it was his life. She wouldn’t want him telling her to not do drugs, or smoke, or drink. They were her choices and this was his. Sure, she cared about him. They were close, not as close as she wanted, but still close. The last thing she wanted was for him to be sick or worse, but besides telling him he shouldn’t, which he probably heard enough of, Serena didn’t think there was much else she had the right to do. Her life wasn’t a sparkling example of what should be expected from someone her age. The girl had not a cent to her name, the money came in and then funded her lifestyle.

Chrissy apologized once more and Serena looked up mimicking his quick smile. The girl was about to hand over the cigarette he had asked for but a new voice cut through. A female voice, that immediately made Serena feel sick again. She doubted it was because of her hang over. Cristal. The blonde girl chatted happily to Chris about how she said she was coming and how it wasn’t far away. What so you can go drag him into the back room again? Serena thought bitterly as she focused her attention back to inside the café for a moment. Now she wished she was in there, least she wouldn’t be standing there feeling like a third party. The sound of her name made her turn her head to Cristal.

“Hey” The dark haired girl responded as casually as possible, was it her fault a million other words were running through her head. It was better just to say one word. Another argument really wasn’t in Serena’s to do list today, but the more she heard Cristal talk. The more it felt like it could be added. The fact that the conversation turned to goodbye kisses, made Serena scoff to herself and look down at her toes. The girl placed the tip of her shoe on the smoke she had dropped and squished it under her foot. The light going out. The girl really didn’t want to hear this conversation. Like she wanted to know they had been together this morning, and what Serena was guessing, the night as well. A rerun of the back room was flashing in Serena’s head.

Cristal said something about interrupting and Serena brought her head up. “Well, actually you were Cristal” Serena piped up before anyone could say anything and she reached for Chris’s hand, an action without much thought on Serena’s behalf. The cigarette she had in her other hand for him was tucked into her back pocket and she brought her attention to Chris. All she wanted to do was get away from Cristal and spend some time with Chris. Despite the confession, the arguments, and the kiss. The boy was still someone Serena had the most fun around and he was her safety net. After the pregnancy scare and all the crap, he was there for her. That stuck. “I’m out of smokes, we gotta go get some” She lied as she shot Chris a look of, ‘Get me the hell away from here’ and hoped he understood it. The girl tugged on his arm in the direction of the shop she was pretending she needed to go to. When she turned her head to look at Cristal, she didn’t even bother to fake a smile, just a blank look before she brought her eyes up to Chris to see if he understood what she was wanting.


- - - - - - -&& THE DRUGS ARE TALKING;;
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -too bad they're not saying anything smart

[rAinbow-FRO]

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christopher ℓ σ и ∂ σ и henderiks
mister • smoker
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• oh, kiss me, l i c k your c i g a r e t t e, then k i s s me •

As Chris was texting Corey, another message instantly appeared in his inbox. Seeing that it was from an unknown number again, he frowned. It was from Kaiser. Just his text made his skin crawl. He was so disgusted by the other male, he couldn't see how his ex-girlfriend saw anything in him. In that... thing. His nasty curly hair, his accent! A chill went down Christopher's back, just thinking about him. He was the only guy that really creeped him out. And Chris wasn't easily creeped.

Just stop texting me. You're ******** annoying.

It was a quick text that didn't take too much time at all. He got another one from Cristal, just as he sent Kaiser's text and he softly groaned. Things were not going his way today. He wanted to see Cristal, he sincerely did, but not now. Not when he just finally got to see Serena. He wanted to talk with her, see if he was just dreaming yesterday when... they kissed. He wasn't sure if it was just a dream, or if it really happened. And if it did, was Serena really being sincere? Sincere Serena. Did that sound right? She could be sincere if she wanted to be. But Chris just needed to figure out first if it really happened, and he just wasn't too drunk that he just imagined it all up in his crazy head. He sighed, putting away his phone for good. There was no point replying if she was coming soon anyways. He looked up to Serena, smiling. She really was so goddamn cute. She smiled back at him, but as he was reaching for the cig, a familiar voice piped up.

He's been having a lot of 'surprises' lately. Surprise! I'm going to be a daddy. Surprise! My best friend likes me...Not necessarily a bad thing... Surprise! My used-to-be best friend's enemy decided to pick a fight with me. Surprise surprise surprise... His thoughts trailed off as he looked to Cristal. She just did not come at the best time. He had plans with her later on that night, didn't he? Some dinner or something right? He shouldn't be too mad, since he was being all 'cutesy' with her over texts. But it didn't mean that she had to show up, just when he had some alone time with Serena. He was hoping to see her alone, since he knew he really couldn't have asked anything in front of their other friends. Besides, he hated seeing Oliver and Serena together. It just made him think that they were still doing things together, like they were back in high school. He just kept it in his mind that they weren't, and that they were over that ever since her pregnancy scare. He just kept that out of his head. It annoyed him too much that Oliver has been with Serena, AND Cristal. It's as if he was only worthy of his sloppy seconds.

Pushing the thoughts away, Chris turned to look at Cristal. He gave her a smile, not wanting to make the situation more awkward than it already was. "Cristal! Wasn't expecting to see you so soon," he spoke, glad that Cristal at least had the decency to acknowledge Serena, especially after yesterday. He was so out of it last night, he wasn't sure what was even happening. But then she mentioned morning kisses. He froze, looking to Serena slowly. No, that wasn't decency. That was announcing loud and clear that he was hers. That they had been together that morning, which would lead to them being together last night also. He felt antsy all of a sudden, wondering what Serena was thinking. She had seen them in the back room, and that was already too much. He had almost forgotten about that. He didn't want Serena to know anything about Cristal, and he didn't want Cristal to know anything about Serena. If only he could keep the girls separated. The three of them always seemed to be magnetized together.

Before he could speak up, Serena interrupted his train of thoughts of what to say, and stated that she was yes, Cristal was interrupting. Feeling his hand being tugged, he looked at who it was, seeing the other hand was connected to Serena. He looked up at her, catching the message she was sending him. He brought his free hand to the back of his head, scratching it, trying to think of what to say without offending Cristal. "Damn, I'm sorry Cristal. I did promise Serena that I'd go with her..." Chris trailed off, giving Cristal a I'm-sorry-maybe-later? look. Plus, he didn't want to feel like he was now chained to Cristal. He'd go where he pleased, and do what he pleased. They weren't technically dating, just having sexual relations and... Well, maybe he was just leading her on a lot. But he knew he liked her, but he liked Serena also. And right now, he wanted to go with her and get some cigarettes. Though he could've sworn she had some just in her hands a moment ago.. Oh well. Maybe he was imagining things again.

"I'll text you Cris?" Chris gave her a grin, letting her know that she didn't have anything to worry about, then got tugged my Serena, so they were on their way. They headed down the street, without another glance behind them. At least, Chris didn't dare look back. He was afraid of what Cristal might look like. Sad, upset... Angry? He wasn't sure, and didn't want to find out. He knew for sure that she wouldn't be fine with him leaving her for Serena. Chris tried not to worry too much about it. Maybe it would cause some good make-up sex. His thoughts played around with that idea, but soon ended as he realized that he should only think of Serena if he was going to be with her at the moment. Still holding her hand, he started up a conversation to fill up the silence between them. "Sorry about that. Cristal can be kind of ...." He stopped, not sure to end the sentence with. He was thinking of controlling, but that wouldn't be too good. He didn't like that adjective. "Let's just not talk about her, kay?" Chris continued saying, even though he was the one that brought her up. There was just too much that Serena had already seen and heard between the two of them, he'd rather not think or talk about it.

Walking into the store where they usually got their cigarettes, Chris frowned, wondering if he should buy himself a pack. He was trying to quit and everything right? He was reminded of his dream, and shuddered lightly, before turning to Serena. "So you needed some cigarettes? I hope you don't mind that we're kind of skipping out on everyone else," he grinned, preferring this over the group any day.

• don’t you wanna f e e l my b o n e s on your b o n e s? it's only n a t u r a l •

[mokiepuppymaster]

You say the STRIP'S already rolling :: And the BEDROOM is the set
I hope you know your LINES :: 'cause one TAKE is all we get
you go hit the LIGHTS:: I'll set up the CAMERA
Let's get to the ACTION!!!

STELLENA [[TRINITY]] RIVERA
Jealousy can make a b***h; But haters make me *Famous*.
This Bunny doesn't mind being Tagged 'SluT'

After her coffee and muffin were delievered to her, she took out her cellphone to see her latest text message from Shaant. It was far too early, or perhaps it was headache that made it so she didn't like the length of his text. Or perhaps she just wasn't making any sense of it? Still, after a moment it started registering to her what they had previous talked about. Seriously, she had way too many conversations going on at once, that it was hard for her to keep them separated. The mention of ******** in the streets was fairly interesting. She wanted if the sensation of being cold and hot at the same time would in to it. Really, why was he always leaving it up to her to be the one who made the decisions? She was just about to reply when she suddenly was approached by a guy who knew her by name. A reporter it seemed. He knew her by her full name. Most people only saw her as Trin Rivera, and never would dare attach Stellena to that. Stellena was the slut who was humiliated back in highschool, Trin was the sexy party-addicted uprising porn star. She rose a brow to him as of why he would even approach her.

"'Cause I like big things?" she replied as she slipped her cellphone once more in her purse. She'd just have to text back to Shaant later. For now, she was had to 'play' with the reporter, or whatever he called himself. He had his notepad out and everything. He hadn't even introduced himself. She eyed him, did he go to highschool with her? She wasn't entirely sure, but he looked familiar. He even referred to her as 'my dear'. It was cute when boys used the gentleman approach. Trouble is, Trin wasn't really into goodboys, unless she was trying to corrupt them. He even knew about the upcoming film she had with Shaant. She didn't think she had tagged it on her twitter or anything. Perhaps she should? "Details?" she lightly smirked. "Right now, we're just practicing. Who cares when the script's actually pieced together." A smirk was present on her lips though. It was cute. Mr. Gentleman was curious about her sex life? "What, are you fan?" she asked after lightly stroking his cheek with her free hand, since she hadn't picked up her muffin yet.

"Do you jackoff to the thought of being in Shaant's place?" she lightly teased as she with drew her hand. She knew of guys who did that. The type of guys that would watch porn all for the need to fantasize that they were the guy in the video with the girl. It was sad to be honest. It didn't change the fact that she did have somewhere she had to be. Did she? What was she even doing? She wasn't even sure if she had any immediate plans, or even if the Shaant-thing was something that was supposed to happen now or not. She was just about to say her farewells, though stopped when Chris walk over. Right, that boy that that Cristal was hung up over. Truth be told, Trinity didn't see what the princess even saw in Chris or Oliver. The only time Trinity slept with oliver was when she still was in a low time in her life and needed drugs. Other than, she considered both Chris and Oliver far too scrawny to be taken serious about being straight. Personally she thought Cristal had terrible taste in guys. Same with Mercedes; and Melody simply had terrible taste in women. Really, Trin felt she was the only one who had high standards. Her friends would settle for practically anything as long as it told them that they were pretty.

She blinked when she noticed him offer a threat to Mr. Gentleman, which brought her to wonder what he did to set him off like that. It wasn't any of her business, and now that she thought about it, she didn't really care. "Anyways, I really have to go," she told Demetrius. "But who knows, maybe if you really want to talk, then we could catch up later. I'm just really picky about what type of guys I talk to." She reached her purse and drew out a tiny pen and quickly jotted her phone number down on a napkin. She even drew a little heart near her name, before flicking it over in his direction. With that she took her muffin as well as her coffee and she walked away from him to head outside; she saw Cristal simply standing there staring down the sidewalk. "Hey Ali," she voiced, as she tugged out her cellphone after she adjusted her hold on the two items and replied to Shaant:

The streets? Interesting.
How about the bridge?
A parking garage?


"What's wrong?" she asked after noticing the other girl not say much of anything. Then suddenly Cristal wrapped her arms tightly around her bringing Trinity to furrow her brows in confusion. The girl just kept hugging her. Trinity glanced back towards the door, in hopes that the reporter didn't follow her out. This was the last thing they'd need to be questioned about this. It just didn't help that her hands were filled at the moment with her muffin and her coffee. Soon a sigh left her lips. "I'm guessing you didn't see Chris?" she suddenly asked, only to be hugged even tighter. "Ali, I don't exactly want you to cause a scene..." Really, she wasn't the sentimental type. If Cristal was going to cry to someone, then wasn't it supposed to be Melody? Where was Melody anyways? She could have swore she noticed her when she had walked in. Did she not see Cristal when she left? "If you want, we can...go to my car...or...something..." she forced herself to suggest. She soon recieved another text message, she was tempted to draw out his phone to see who it had been, but figured that she'd have to wait until after she delt with Cristal.

[edited]

We goin' REWIND :: Go one MORE time
Play back our LOVE :: On the WIDE screen
Baby don't STOP until I say cut :: Camera's off, CAMERA's out
KEEP it rollin' :: No body DOUBLE needed
'cause I do all the STUNTS on my own

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[mokiepuppymaster]

»» Princess «« Cristal○Alizé○Hart
{{The FASHION Intern//Focus: Fashion Merchandising, Visual Communications}}

And I've been thinking 'bout how you say my name
You got my body spinning like a hurricane
And it feels like you got me going insane
I can't get enough so let me get it up
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Ooh, looks like we're alone now
You ain't gotta be scared
We're grown now

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SHe was smiling, but something wasn't right. He didn't hug her or kiss her or say much of anything. Well, he mentioned that he wasn't expecting to see her soon, which honestly confused Cristal. From the text she thought he was...she thought he was hinting at seeing her. Cristal only stared at him, trying to keep her smile in place. The last thing she wanted was to seem confused, especially in front of Serena who she had learned apparently hated her last night. Why was it whenever she came up on Serena and Chris alone there was some sort of hostility that she'd pick up from the girl? If anything, she figured Serena would hate Corey. From the time that Cristal dated Chris back in highschool, she figured she had done a decent job. It was Chris...who had used her. Even now, she was using her job to get Chris's t-shirt business on the maps. she was wealthy, she had the connections...what did Serena have against her? Maybe it was from the mention of being with Chris the night before. But why the hell would Serena care? She had Oliver! She honestly did. She was just one of the many people that had seemed to enjoy rubbing that in Cristal's face when she had a crush on the dealer.

She was confused, but confusion soon shifted into something else when she saw Serena take hold of Chris's hand. She just stared at it, not even able to shake her gaze from their hands. Her smile slipped from her face and the fact that it was cold started truly dawning on her. What was up with her and getting cold easily? It was almost like the night before...wasn't it? She had went outside in that short dress in the freezing cold, and couldn't function beyond anything. Now she simply felt her body started to lightly tremble. Still, she couldn't take her eyes off of their hands. "Oh...I see," she replied, towards the fact that she had been interrupting something. she figured, but she didn't think it had to have been all that important. It really sounded like he was saying, I miss you so come see me, I'm on break right now, so it'd be okay.

Even Chris wasn't really saying all that much. He just seemed...he seemed sketchy. He promised? She honestly wanted to know what sort of promise. Why did he even have to use the word promise? "Go with her?" she repeated, feeling her emotions practically wanting to take over her. But she didn't. She just stared at him, she doubted he was even realizing how stupid he was making her feel at this point. How badly he had hurt her feelings. He lied. He lied to her just as he did last night...didn't he? He didn't miss her at all. "I work just a few minutes away, but whatever Chris," she told him when he grinned towards her saying that he'd text her later. She didn't smile at him, she simply crossed her arms over her chest, and took a breath as she watched Serena tug him away by his arm. Just now, reminded her of last night. Serena was being teritorial. Was he really her territory though? The way everything was playing out, it just seemed as if it was destiny that she and Chris had started talking again.

They weren't officially anything, and out of her own anger she drew out her cellphone and opened up a new text window. Swiftly she texted to Chris:

Chris
It's weird, before...
I thought that maybe
it was just silly. But
are you && Serena...um...
Idk, if u are, then

She couldn't even finish it, the way it was sounding, just didn't sound right. So she deleted it, and stared at her phone, unsure of what to put next. What on earth was she supposed to text him? That it seemed like and Serena were sleeping with each other the way they were acting? It didn't seem like the chummy, oh we're just friends, but--- Cristal couldn't even explain it. She didn't even know what this feeling of insecurity was coming from. She was Cristal Hart for crying outloud. She had more money in her bank account than Americans her age. She was blonde, thin, and worked with a fashion magazine. She was popular! And yet she couldn't keep a decent boyfriend. Every guys she found herself involved with turned out to be jerks. She wasn't with him, but...she truly believed that he loved her. Maybe he did? Maybe she was just seeing everything wrong? Maybe he was telling the truth when he said he'd text her back? God, part of Cristal just wanted to text him to not bother texting her at all if he and Serena were doing things with each other. She might've been his sex friend, but the idea of just sharing a guy...it was the Oliver situation all over again.

It was confusing. It was stupid. Everything...was frustrating. So in the end she looked down at her cellphone. It was drizzling still, and little drops of water was misting on the screen of her phone. She thumbed out: 'Chris; did u love me?'. She erased it. It sounded desperate. Do you really ask everyone who tags love at the end of their message if they meant it literal? Most letters have 'love' at the end? She was at the point where she didn't think she should text him at all. But she wanted to. She felt she needed to. She felt that if she didn't say anything, then he'd...forget about her...just like Oliver. So texted:

Chris...

Did you really miss me?
Or were u just saying that?
I didn't mind hanging out w/
u && your friends? Or are u
just hanging out w/ Serena?
I thought u were with
...everyone...

FeelsUberDumbATM;; Ali

"I hate you," she mumbled as she sent the text message and weakily slipped it in her purse. Who cares if they had dinner planned. The way things went for Cristal, you never knew how schedules would look. You never knew if plans would remain unchanged. Truth be told, maybe something would pop up tonight that would make the dinner not happen? What if it just felt like it was too late in the day for her to wait that long? Or what if she was being selfish? What if she was being clingy? Maybe it was weird to squeel every time he sent a text or enjoy smiling at him after they had sex and they were just lying there? Maybe it was weird to wonder if he was okay whenever she heard him cough? Maybe she was getting attached? Maybe it was because...she never fully let go when she dumped him? Maybe that was weird of her...to mentally give him a second chance? Maybe it was weird when she told herself that he really had liked her, and Corey sucked him back into the relationship? Maybe it was weird to think that Corey was a manipulative b***h who only got pregnant to hold onto Chris forever and ever? Cristal...believed that the girl would have succeeded...

It seemed like a believable plan. Maybe it was weird that the thought even crossed her mind? Just as it was probably weird that she felt her vision blurring as tears filled up her eyes. "Why the hell am I even crying?" she mumbled to herself, "He's just hanging out with his friend...his friend who ******** likes him...who smokes with him...does drugs like him...probably has tattoos like him...probably as boyish as him...what the ******** hell?" She drew out her cellphone and texted to Chris:

I wouldn't have minded
going 2 buy cigs w/ the
2 of u...I don't want 2
sound weird or anything.
U left so soon. Were u
weirded out that I asked
for a kiss?

Why was she texting to him? Why on earth did she just text that? She practically wanted to throw her cellphone the traffic that passed by the coffeeshop the more she thought about it. Why was she feeling so distressed over something as small as this? She dropped her phone in her purse, though looked up when she noticed the door of the coffeeshop open. There was Melody...but she seemed as if she were in a hurry. Cristal brought up her hand, but the girl had moved off to her car and simply left. From all those texts she had sent Chris, she wasn't even sure if a text had came into her or not around that time. It explained why she missed Melody's message. She was tempted to just call off meeting with anyone about her birthday today. Cristal simply wanted to go home, and not think about anything. She didn't want to think about the assignment she had dealing with Sami, just as she didn't want to bother herself with thoughts of Chris, Serena or even planning her birthday. She didn't want to think about anything.

And yet she moved her hands from her face and just looked down the sidewalk that Chris and Serena had traveled down. She was tempted to run after them. She was tempted to carefreely move in between the two and link arms with both of them. She wanted to laugh about everything that was happening, and yet she didn't. Cristal wasn't in highschool, things didn't work that easily. She wondered if they had their arms linked or were holding hands...she wondered if Serena had moved close to Chris for warmth. She wondered if they were walking like a couple. "Hey Ali," she heard the sound of Trinity's voice. Slowly her head turned to look more towards her friend. She was texting, but seemed to have her hands full at the same time. She walked over, but that simple question seemed to make everything shatter for her. What's wrong? There weren't enough words to describe it. She just wrapped her arms around her friend, hugging her as tightly as she could. She took note of the clean scent that Trinity had. Obviously she had showered not too long ago. She could smell her purfume blending with her body wash. The fact that she mentioned Chris, brought tears to slip from her tightly shut eyes. She felt the harder she hugged Trinity, the more it would ease the pain she was experiencing.

Did she feel humiliated? She offered to go to her car, though Cristal only shook her head. "We don't have to," she mumbled, "I'm just being a dramaqueen...like always..." Slowly she released Trinity and took a step back, and fanned her eyes with her hands not wanting her makeup to run.

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You got me hypnotized, I never felt this way
You got my heart beating like an 808. Can you rise to the occasion?
I'm patiently waiting, cause it's getting late
And I can't get enough, so let me get it up
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I'm a hit defrost on you, Let's get it blazin'
We can turn the heat up if you wanna
Turn the lights down low if you wanna

So○Are○You »» WARMING «« Up○Yet