so much nope
Sparkly Ladykiller
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so much nope
Sparkly Ladykiller
so much nope
Sparkly Ladykiller
- lillianna fei hope
- lill or lilli
december 24th
seventeen
british
fancy rats, rainy days, piano, starbucks
closed-mindedness, big spiders, swimming, meat
anxious, reserved, spontaneous, gifted
lucilleballin
Tipsy Regular
- logan caleb dussault
- logan
may 2nd
nineteen
american
partying, hiking, trucks, girls
authority, needy people, rodents, laundry
outgoing, reckless, adventurous, confident
lucilleballin
Tipsy Regular
Logan │ Caleb │ Dussault
- Struggling against the invasive sunlight that flooded through his truck window and the even more invasive sound of his cell ringing, Logan managed to open his eyes and locate the phone that had been unceremoniously tossed onto the passenger side floor mat. He reached over the half-dressed form of the girl who occupied the passenger seat and slid the phone icon to the ANSWER option without checking from whom the call came. "Huh-lo?" As soon as he heard the terrified voice on the other end he regretted answering the phone, "Oh my God! Logan! Where are you? Are you alright? I've been trying to get ahold of you for an hour!" Logan looked out of the windshield at his surroundings and yawned, "Yeah, Mom, I'm fine. I think I'm at Green Falls... or maybe Bear Brook. Not totally sure. I was sleeping." The girl beside him, whose name escaped him, stirred and stretched. She opened her eyes and smiled at Logan. He held his finger up to his lips so she'd stay quiet. "Well, are you coming home soon? We have to go to that party at the new neighbor's house." The girl silently began dressing. Logan lustfully watched her. He stopped her with a touch before she shimmied into her denim cut offs."Oh, yeah, Mom. I'll be home pretty soon. Just gotta finish packing up here and I'll be on my way." He said his goodbyes and gave the girl the same carnal smile he had given her the night before that convinced her to hop up into the cab of his truck.
Logan rolled to a stop in the driveway of his parents' home just before two o' clock that afternoon. He reeked of alcohol, weed and sweat, but that was the usual eau de Logan. He went inside to find his mother pacing back and forth in the kitchen while his father sat calmly at the kitchen island. "Logan! I thought you were coming home hours ago!" his mother exclaimed once she saw him. She rushed to him and looked up into his bloodshot eyes, "You look awful. And you stink! Come sit with your father." Logan rolled his eyes. Every time he came home from a party, his mother insisted that he had a drinking problem and threatened to send him to some expensive rehab in Malibu that would 'help him get better'. He didn't need to get better. He needed to have more fun, which was exactly what he intended to do. "Mom, I'm really okay. I only party like that once in awhile. Don't worry about me," he gave her a charming smile, "Is it alright if I don't go to the party this afternoon? I'm really tired." Logan's mom started to speak, and he was sure she was about to give in, but his father cut her off, "You're going. This suave bullshit might work on your mom, but it doesn't work on me, pal. Get your a** in the shower and make yourself presentable. We're supposed to be there in an hour. And we're going to discuss rehab when we get home." Logan's father wasn't one to disobey. He was an ex-Marine, so he hadn't been in Logan's life a whole lot growing up, but when he was home he ruled the roost. He wasn't an abusive or violent man, but he had a very particular way that he liked things to go. It was hard for Logan to adapt to the way his father parented considering his mother was so lackadaisical, but once his father retired Logan learned quickly that when his father gave an order that order was to be obeyed. "I'll be ready," he replied, immediately feeling like a little boy again.
Logan came down the stairs about forty-five minutes later no longer smelling like Ke$ha and dressed in what he hoped would be presentable enough for his father. His mother, with her unflappable hospitality, was putting finishing touches on a trifle in the kitchen. Logan bypassed his mother and beelined for the family room. His father was sitting in front of the television, completely engrossed in a rugby match. Logan sat beside his father and watched the match with him in absolute silence. It wasn't uncommon for Logan and his father to exchange no words for days at a time. They didn't really know each other that well when it really came down to it. "Ready to go?" his mother asked from the doorway of the family room. Logan's father switched off the flat screen and got off the couch. Logan followed suit and the three went out the front door.
Clouds had rolled in while Logan was getting ready to go. His mother glanced at the sky with a worried look, "Looks like we won't be walking to the neighbor's after all. I don't want to end up walking home in the rain." The prospect of rain was dismal to say the least. That would mean the welcome party would have to be held indoors. An entire neighborhood all packed into one house sounded awful. All of the houses in the neighborhood were of luxurious size, but that many upper-middle class people in one place didn't sound like Logan's idea of a good time. Plus, he wasn't very popular among the neighbors. His parents were constantly getting complaints about the loud diesels Logan and his friends proudly drove around the neighborhood. The neighbors were convinced that the black smoke that would billow from the trucks' stacks was poisoning their children.
The family got into Logan's father's clean diesel pick up and rode the few hundred feet to the Hope family's home.
The party was already in full swing when the Dussaults entered the house. A woman greeted them and Logan's mom introduced her husband and son to the woman Logan assumed was Mrs. Hope. Mrs. Hope appeared to make a nearly concealed grimace when she seemed to realize that this was the Logan Dussault who terrorized the neighborhood with his loud truck and louder music, but she played it off very well and shook his hand anyway. "Wonderful to meet you, Mrs. Hope. I'm sure you'll love the neighborhood as much as we do," Logan's charming smile crept onto his face again; the one that made moms fall in love and trust him. Mrs. Hope directed the family toward the kitchen, which seemed to be the center of the action, or what little action there was. The neighborhood was mostly comprised of elderly people and young families. So, the closest person to Logan's age was thirteen. He could hear the children's voices coming from the direction of the family room while the adults mingled in the kitchen. It was a snooze as far as parties were concerned. Logan lingered beside his mother while she did her best to interact with the other adults. It was hard for her to get friendly with many of the other adults with a son who showed no respect for the neighborhood committee's rules, especially since his mother was a board member.
Logan spent most of the time texting the girl from the night before and earlier that morning, whose name turned out to be Alexis, and his friend Brett, trying to convince him to crash the boring party. Eventually, he excused himself from his mother's side to get some fresh air. The whole place was beginning to get entirely too stuffy. He stepped out onto the front porch and sat on the top step, just out of the rain that had begun falling. The raindrops soaked into the asphalt drive. It was one of the best smells Logan could imagine.
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Sparkly Ladykiller
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- ║││████████ ♕ lillianna hope
- Performing a small stretch and yawn, two beads resembling the swarming greens and blues of the sea fluttered open. Petite legs withdrew from the warmth of an artificial fur comforter, apple painted toes barely skimming the floor from where the seventeen-year-old rested on the edge of the queen-sized bed. After dabbing at her eyes with frail hands, she glanced around the rather large room. Boxes were still piled here and there, only few pieces of furniture placed wherever it was convenient for the time-being. She somehow managed to forget about the move each time she drifted away at night, but she preferred it that way. Moving away from her hometown in England to this unknown neighborhood in the Golden State was not something Lillianna Hope wanted, but she, of course, could never stand against her parents' decisions.
Pushing the thoughts aside, she inched forward on the bed until the bottoms of her feet touched the slick wood and lifted herself. She waltzed over to one of the boxes and dug through it until she found clothes that she felt like wearing, which consisted of dark gray knee-high stockings and a cap-sleeved burgundy dress. Whilst getting dressed, she fought her thick, platinum blonde hair with a brush. Once it finally cooperated with her, it rested with slightly existing curls from yesterday. Her arms fell back to her side with a heavy, drew-out sigh, stealing a quick glimpse of herself in the mirror of the vanity. Everyone back home in England always told her that she had such a model-like appearance, that she always sparkled and stuck out amongst crowds because of her beauty. Because she couldn't see it herself, she picked and nagged at her appearance all the time, but she was beginning to ease up on it. She had no one to impress, after all.
She looked once more, bit her lip, shrugged and moved to the door, closing it behind her. She had the entire upstairs to herself since her brother, Aflie, was away at college for another two years. The two of them had a tight relationship, and they communicated often. If there was one person Lillianna could tell everything to, it would definitely be him. Slipping into the bathroom two doors down, she brushed her teeth with the usual cinnamon paste and gurgled mouthwash. When her mouth felt clean, she spit it out into the sink and washed it away. She had had the same routine ever since she could remember, though it used to include replying to texts she would receive overnight back in England.
Thinking about it made it feel as if a hole had been pierced through her chest. A small grimace appeared and disappeared. What she thought were her friends hadn't called or texted since they parted ways nor had they replied to her messages. It was her fault, but it wasn't at the same time; it wasn't like she had a choice in moving or not. She liked to believe that the change and new start was nice, but it was only half-heartedly. Her parents always said to give it some time before deciding on something, so she would do just that, though she found it hard at times, especially when she attempted to sleep but ended up staring at the ceiling, lost in her own thoughts. There was no need to think about her past life anymore.
Thudding down the stairs, she met her parents in the kitchen, where her father, Martyn, was preparing multiple dishes at once and her mother, Vivianne, was standing on a chair to hang floral-decorated garland along the wood paneling. She cleared her throat to make her existence known. Her mother did a double-take before stepping down from the chair and hugging her daughter. Her father peeked over his shoulder and flashed a cheeky grin. They all said their good mornings. She arched an eyebrow, noting his unusual excitement. She lifted a hand to the back of her head and rubbed it. With curiosity and confusion, she asked, "Did I miss something?" She signaled to the decorations and all of the meals scattered amongst the marble countertops.
"What do you mean, honey?" Vivianne asked, getting back to the decorations. "Don't tell me you forgot."
"Forgot what?" It sunk in just as the words left her mouth. Today was the day of the party to welcome themselves into the neighborhood. She placed her hands over her face, and Howard chuckled. "Guess that means she forgot, huh?" He said to his wife, and the two of them laughed. She also chuckled at herself before rushing back upstairs. She applied the lightest of make-up to look more presentable, and before she knew it, there was a knock at the door. She groaned; she wasn't excited, and she didn't want to attend the party in the first place, but she knew better than to dismiss herself. Her parents looked forward to this, and she knew they would want her to be there and try to make friends so she could possibly be pulled out of the funk that she was in.
"Got it," she called, running down the stairs to open the door. She smiled a perfectly straight, white smile, a single dimple showing itself on her right cheek. A string of what she guessed to be neighbors returned the warmth and introduced themselves as they walked past her. Within minutes, the house was filled with people, and she had been drug away by children to play. Eventually, late comers knocked, and she headed to open the door, but her mother had already retrieved it. A couple and what she guessed to be their son were on the other side. It was confirmed when they introduced themselves. Lillianna's eyes landed on the dirty-blonde male, who obviously towered above her 5'1" frame. He appeared to be around the same age as her, and it made her feel a bit more relaxed; it was nice to know that she wasn't the only older teenager in the neighborhood.
The first hour had passed, and everyone was busy communicating or stuffing their mouths. Lillianna took an empty seat near the window and tasted a little of everything, curious as to what all of it was. Just as she finished off half of the plate, light raindrops began to fall from the dull, darkened sky. While most girls complained about rain, she loved rainy days more than she loved most things. She jumped down from the chair, brushed past tons of bodies and tossed the plate into the trashcan on the way out onto the front porch. The damp, calm air was an instantly refreshing feeling, especially after being cooped up with so many bodies. Since she could hear her own thoughts once again, her ears were now noticeably ringing. All of the voices at once was more overwhelming than she thought.
Reaching a hand out from under the shelter to touch the rain, something moving out of the corner of her eye startled and caused her to jump. She glanced over at the person sitting on the steps and couldn't help but laugh at herself. She moved closer, realizing that it was the other teenager from before. He was rather attractive, and he had really nice hair. She felt as if he carried himself in a way that was unknown to her. She wondered why he had come out in such weather. A creaking sounded from behind, and her name was called. Her father was holding a full trashbag in her direction. "Will you take this to that trashcan right there, please?" She stepped forwards and took it from his hand. "Thank you," he added before disappearing back inside.
Careful to not touch Logan with the dirty bag, she slipped past him on the thin staircase and out into the rain. She smiled as it pelted down on her head, but she ran back under the shelter once the bag was thrown away, deciding it was best to not get soaked right now.
lucilleballin
lucilleballin
Tipsy Regular
Logan │ Caleb │ Dussault
- Logan felt like he had been sitting out there by himself for hours. He was enjoying the quiet and the lack of dirty looks. He almost started to regret the way he acted around the neighbor, but a smirk immediately crept onto his face. Who was he kidding? He didn't care what the people thought of him. There was no real reason for the neighbors to take it out on his parents, but what was he supposed to do? Stop driving? Stop listening to music? Maybe the neighbors should just stop being so stuck up. What did having a little fun hurt anyone? They were probably just afraid that their children would turn out "bad" like Logan. But what was so bad about being like Logan? He had fun. He had friends. There was a seventy percent chance that he had a problem with addiction. But he was a good guy for the most part. Besides, it was fun to stir up a little trouble in the neighborhood. Nothing was better than seeing the looks on the faces of the neighbors when they woke up in the morning and saw burn out marks all over the street 'uglying up the neighborhood'. Logan loved the attention, negative or not.
Logan sent a quick text to his mom, to let her know he was over the whole party scene and was just going to walk home from the Hope's house when the door opened behind him. He glanced over his shoulder to see a small, blonde girl come out of the house. He hadn't noticed her inside the house, but he hadn't really been looking around either. She didn't seem to notice him out there, but that didn't really surprise him. He was sitting off to the side a bit. If anyone had looked at the scene, he'd probably appear to be a huge creeper. She was pretty, in a sweet way. She looked like a little doll. Or a fairy. Not Logan's type at all. His phone buzzed and he pushed his hand through his hair. Brett was insisting the Logan just leave the party and go out drinking with him and a few girls, but his mother texted him back and told him he was not to leave. He was stuck between being a good son and having fun.
Logan texted Brett to tell him that he'd meet up with him after he was able to leave the party. He had done enough damage the night before, so he didn't want to make his parents even angrier. Logan leaned to the right a bit when Lillianna went by him with the trash bag. She was a little weird. She looked like she was enjoying the rain more than a normal person would. Logan smiled at her when she ran back up onto the porch. He figured he should be neighborly for the sake of his mother. Although, he was half convinced that the rest of the neighborhood had already told Mrs. Hope what a horrible son Logan was. He could at least pretend that everything was normal. He extended his hand to the girl, "Hi. I'm Logan Dussault. I live up the street." Logan nodded in the direction of his house.
"What do you think of the neighborhood so far?" Logan was fighting for something to say. This girl was the only other person under thirty in the neighborhood who no longer occupied their time playing Barbies or picking their nose, so Logan wanted to become friendly with her. Even if she was a little strange. But, that was based solely on appearance and her love for the rain. For all Logan knew she could have been more normal than anyone he knew. Or she could be like one of those people who made fairy houses and talked to trees. It wouldn't surprise Logan if that were the case. Most things didn't work out in his favor, so a moderately attractive female in his neighborhood was surely too good to be true. "Where did your family move from? Your accent is definitely not from around here. Europe?" Logan smiled at the girl. It wasn't quite the smile he gave to girls he planned on hooking up with, but it wasn't the one he gave to moms, either. It was just a genuinely nice smile. Logan wasn't used to it.
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so much nope
sorry for how short this is... I lost my original post and tried to pull this out of thin air in a short amount of time
so much nope
Sparkly Ladykiller
xxxx- ║││████████ ♕ lillianna hope
- Pressing her elbows onto the railing of the porch, Lillianna leaned forward and rested her chin on top of her connected hands. Glistening, thoughtful blue eyes stared out into the rain that had become so heavy she could only see but so far. The thudding against the shelter above was becoming increasingly loud. The blonde felt at ease for the first time that day and was thankful that her thoughts were being drowned out by the sound of the rain. She fixed her posture, straightening her back, and was about to head back inside when a males voice introduced himself. She glanced around quickly, believing he was speaking to someone else. There was no one in sight. Of course not; it was raining, after all. She turned her body to face his.
"Lillianna," she said as she gently slipped her hand into his. His hand was rather rough and warm, and it was twice the size of hers. Her arm fell back to her side, and a small smile tickled the corners of her light colored lips. The name Logan sounded familiar, as if her mother had spoken of him before. Something about a misbehaving teenager, but most teenagers these days were misbehaving in her eyes. Her parents and family, in general, were religious, and they had strict views on almost everything. Either way, how Logan acted when he wasn't on their property wasn't any of their business, and it didn't matter to her. "The neighborhood? Seems peaceful and friendly, I guess." She shrugged and chewed on her bottom lip.
After giving it a second of thought, she hadn't really been around long enough to place judgement. All she knew was the neighbors were friendly, or, at least, all of the ones that were inside. However, none of them really appealed to her. Chuckling at his last question, her eyes fell to the ground for a brief second as she nodded. "England." A vibration sounded from Logan's pocket, and she flashed a half smile. She wished that had come from her pocket instead. She wished that her friends would send her a text, even if it was only one word, though she normally hated one-worded texts. It was better than nothing at this point. She hesitated for a second before shuffling over to the step he was on and plopping down beside him.
Crossing her legs at the ankle, she leaned forward until her back and thighs formed an acute angle, and her hands rested just below her knees. She looked over with a smile. He was far more attractive up close. His blonde hair was nicely styled, and he looked great in plaid and khakis. She wondered what his normal style was, for she knew this wasn't it; the outfit he wore now was just to look presentable for the party. His eyes were just the right amount of mysterious to be intriguing. Directing her stare forward rather than at him, she spoke up. "Wanna know something?" She gave the cutest, most innocent smirk. "I had no idea what most of the food in there was. Guess I'm going to have to get used to this whole American thing." His phone vibrated once more, she gathered to her feet. "You should probably get that." She shrugged once more before turning her back to him and reaching for the silver doorknob. She turned it, and the door opened in response. "See you around, maybe," she said before disappearing.
The inside of the house had become even louder than before, but it somehow seemed livelier. The guests were beginning to open up to each other, mainly her mother and father. She pleasantly smiled. It was nice to see her parents happy after being continuously stressed out from the move. She moved over and joined the conversation they were having with the two adults that arrived with Logan earlier.
lucilleballin
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