kisses Role play samples (DNP)

[3AM kisses]

Sophia took a swig of scotch before looking back up at the man that was currently keeping her company. Out of everyone in the house, she did not think or expect that Chase would be the one to make her night actually somewhat tolerable. After all, they hadn't really spoken all week since Sophia had avoided him for Jaycee's sake. When she accidentally blurted her feelings towards Dominic, the brunette half expected for Chase to leave her there. She doubted he'd want to hear her complain about Dom when he obviously had his own issues to deal with concerning Jaycee. Sophia thought she stepped to far, but to her surprise, he was giving her advice. His words replayed in her mind she couldn't help but mentally ask herself, was Dominic worth the time? After all that they had been through, should she just move on? Sophia felt a light smile crossing her lips. He was definitely worth it. They had invested too much in each other to just walk away, the brunette knew that. Every couple had issues, and even though there's was pretty serious, they both were strong. It could work, right? Her thought's soon were distracted when Chase playfully nudged her, the brunette glanced up at him with her green eyes before smiling at his words. "Well thank you Chase, but we can save that story for another night."she responded. Her life story was long and definitely something she rarely, if ever told anyone.

"Sophia McBride, how rebellious of you." came out of Chase's mouth when she took down her hair. Sophia shrugged with her hands out before grinning at him, "Hey, I'm just looking for a good time now." she responded, her voice sincere. When Chase began to untie his tie and ruffle his hair a bit, the brunette found herself smiling. It was definitely refreshing to be smiling and even laughing at points. Sophia was tired of feeling down and tired of stressing over Dominic. As cliche as it was, she knew if it was meant to be, it would. And if not, then she would be strong and get through it. It wasn't like she would have to do it alone, she had friends in the house. Chase's voice cut her thoughts, asking where they should go to next. Sophia finished her drink while she took a second to think of what they could do. The possibilities were endless, but also somewhat limited considering they were on a boat. However, before she could even dwell on the ideas too long, her gaze followed Chase's to see Logan kissing Jaycee. "Oh no.." she mumbled.

Hearing Chase's words of not feeling well, Sophia so badly wanted to just take him somewhere so Jaycee wouldn't be in his sights. However, she knew better than to protest against his choice to go. She rested her cheek against the palm of her hand, leaning against the bar top. At his words, she gave a light nod. There was no denying it, she was definitely feeling a bit disappointed. They had been having fun and two seconds later it was gone. But she couldn't blame Chase at all, Sophia would probably have reacted the same way if she had seen Dominic kissing someone else. Once Chase got his bottle of Jack, Sophia ordered herself a shot of tequila. ******** not getting drunk, she was alone now which meant no harm to anyone else. However, her eyes glanced up and noticed that Becky and Dominic were awfully close, as if they had just shared a dance. Sophia wanted so badly to peel her eyes away but she couldn't. Chase's voice was back, "How do you do it?" he spoke. Sophia glanced up to meet his eyes, her face only expressing uncertainty and even a dosage of disappointment. She knew exactly what he meant, especially when his eyes also glanced to Becky and Dominic. Sophia wanted to tell him she doesn't, but no words could come out. In fact, she wanted nothing more than to go over there and rip the blonde bimbo away from Dominic. However, she knew she couldn't. He wasn't hers anymore and she had no right to stop anything between them despite the moment she had earlier with Dominic. Who was she kidding? Dominic doesn't want her back. If he did, they'd be together still right now instead of him with Becky, and Sophia with a shot of tequila. It was crazy how her entire mood could shift just from looking at one person. She definitely understood what Chase was feeling. Being in love with your ex was the worst feeling, especially when you shouldn't be. Speaking of Chase, he yet again was leaving and Sophia gave him an emotionless smile before shooting down the shot that had been sitting in front of her.

However yet again Chase was coming back. This time she couldn't help but crack a genuine smile. This boy was so indecisive on leaving her. Sophia was about to tell him he could go and that she would be fine alone, but his words really took her by surprise. He wanted to dance.. like no one was watching? The brunette crossed her arms before leaning back with a light smirk, waiting for Chase to go on. "Not on the dance floor, though.... too boring." he then tapped on the bar, ordering Sophia a shot. She glanced to the bartender that was holding the drink out for her before glancing back to Chase, who was now asking if she was in with a grin on his lips. The brunette smiled before nodding, "Alright, you've convinced me." she responded before taking the shot from the bartender and downing it. "But you're sharing that bottle with me!" she said with a grin before hopping down from the barstool. Dominic needed to leave her mind again, and she needed to stop assuming the worst just because he danced with Becky. Like Chase had said, Dominic was a good guy and Sophia knew that more than anything one else ever would. However, she wasn't sure she could trust him and that's what bothered her most.

As if on cue, the music on the ship began to change. A slow bass beat began to pump through the speakers before picking up. Sophia glanced around and noticed many of the guests were going to dance. She wasn't sure if it was true or not, but the brunette had a feeling that she and her roommates were the sudden cause of music change. Perhaps they figured that if the music was upbeat, the roommates would dance and be too exhausted to fight anymore. Either way, Sophia was glad the slow music bulllshit was off. So far all it had done was cause problems. Now the ship was turning into a real party. Facing Chase, she knew exactly where they could go to be alone, but also be able to hear the music. Sophia grabbed his hand, leading him away from everyone.

Once out of the crowd, the brunette dropped Chase's hand but lead him to the stern of the yacht. When first arrived she remembered seeing a little seating area outside at the back of the ship and figured it would be perfect. Sophia didn't want to watch Dominic anymore, and she knew Chase had no interest in watching Jaycee. Once outside, Sophia turned around to face Chase and gave him a smirk, "Lets see what ya got! Remember, I do this for a living." she spoke her voice showing confidence. The music was fairly loud, but low enough to where she could hear Chase if he spoke. There was only one speaker on this small area of the ship. Sophia lifted her hands in the air and began to swivel her hips along to the beat on the music, keeping a space between the two of them. She then leaned forward, taking the bottle from Chase before swigging a bit. Now that the brunette was up and moving, she was beginning to feel the affects of the alcohol. Sophia kept moving her hips and spinning around, a huge grin on her lips. She was lost in the moment, like she always got when dancing.

┅┅┅ o u t f i t ┅┅┅ w h e r e : b a r ┅┅┅ w i t h : c h a s e ┅┅┅

[3AM kisses]

Wiping the sweat off of her forehead with a towel, Sutton Hastings slowed the speed down on the treadmill she was running on to a walk. She would cool off for five minutes, and then move on to some leg machines. For the past couple of years, the blonde had been working as a personal trainer. But like any good trainer, she had to keep herself in shape as well. Friday's were her days off, and the gym that she worked at was where she always could be found. Being a small framed girl, she often was asked what made her become a personal trainer. Truth be told, the girl liked her independence and enjoyed being able to take care of herself against anything, and anyone. Growing up with brothers, she'd always been picked on and learned to toughen up from a young age. Sutton had been a big tomboy, up until high school that was. Her best friend in high school introduced her to the wonderful thing called makeup, and often took her shopping. Well by sophomore year she was a brand new girl. Nonetheless though, the blonde hadn't let any amount of male attention defer her goals of going to Yale University. She graduated as valedictorian and went to Yale on a scholarship to study exercise science. Her parents weren't so pleased with her major choice, but they knew if they pushed Sutton to change, she would only stick to her guns more. Either way though, the blonde had graduated with her degree and soon become a personal trainer. After a year or so, it was clear that she was in the top of her field and she was getting hired left and right by the wealthiest of the wealthy. It hadn't ever been about money for Sutton, but it sure did make it that much better of a job.

After finishing her cool down walk, Sutton moved onto a leg press machine. Hearing a vibrate coming from her bag, the blonde rolled her eyes. She could only guess who that was going to be, Mason. The two had met back in college, and the blonde couldn't lie, she had found him damn attractive at first. However, their first conversation wasn't what she expected. Within a few minutes Sutton had thought he was a pompous jackass who expected her to sleep with him. Well Sutton definitely wasn't going to be another girl on his list of conquers. For the next month, Mason had been relentless in his desire to sleep with her, but at the same time they had been actually getting to know one another. Sutton and Mason clicked, and became best friends. It was definitely an odd arrangement, that was for sure considering Mason's reputation. But she genuinely cared about him and got to see another side of him that actually appealed to her. Plus, if there was any girl out there that could handle him, it was her. After a couple of reps on the machine, the blonde reached into her bag and pulled out her phone, reading Mason's message. A smile immediately crossed her lips, she loved that boy.

TO: MASON
FROM: SUTTON
MSG: Fight them off for 30 minutes and I'm all yours babes (;


After pressing send, the blonde packed up her things and said goodbye to a fellow worker before leaving the gym.

Tonight was the Halloween party at the Chandlers. The blonde wasn't exactly excited per say, but she was looking forward to a night with Mason and of course, AJ. AJ was the Chandler Family's bodyguard, and one of Sutton's close friends. They had met at her gym one day, and from then on clicked. Plus, it was always fun to gossip with her about Mason. Arriving at her home five minutes later, the blonde took a quick shower to rinse off the sweat and soon was in her room getting ready. To tame her medium length curls, Sutton applied a little blob of mousse. She then applied her makeup which consisted of mascara, eyeliner, and a bright red lipstick that made her green eyes stand out. Moving to her closet, she pulled out the black and red dress she'd bought earlier that week and slid on her red and gold pumps. Throwing her phone and lipstick into a black clutch, the blonde grabbed her jacket and left her house.

Thankfully, the Chandler's mansion was only ten minutes away and Sutton was making good time on her promise to Mason. Reaching the mansion gates, she smiled at the familiar security guard who quickly let her in. The blonde was a common guest at the Chandler home and she knew all of the guards by now. Flipping her hair back, Sutton made her way into the mansion and her green eyes quickly looked around for Mason. Spotting a white tuxedo near the bar, the blonde smiled. Of course Mason would go with white when everyone would probably wear black. She had to give him credit though, not everyone could pull it off. Coming up from behind, she wrapped her arms around Mason's neck and whispered into his ear seductively, "White really suits you Mason." A giggle then escaped her lips before she side stepped to stand next to her best friend. "I'm here on time as promised, ready to be your right hand girl." she spoke with a grin on her red lips. Catching the bartender's attention, Sutton ordered a drink. Taking a sip she glanced around the room and noticed the girls that had been eyeing up Mason, the blonde rolled her eyes, typical. "Alright Mason, so what fun do you have in store for us tonight?" she asked him curiously. Sutton knew a night with Mason at a party was surely not going to be dull.

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[3AM kisses]

A week or so ago, Braedan was in New York City, preparing to have the best summer imaginable. Girls, clubs, booze, and of course his friends. So what better way to start it off by throwing a kickass party? The party that had ended up ruining the entire summer was in fact, Braedan's idea. However, Rae offered to have it in her parent's penthouse since they normally threw them at Brae's. Anyway, he had been hitting on this one girl and her friend all night. Giving them drinks, dancing with them, the man was really putting in the work. Just as Braedan was about to coerce them into a threesome, of course, they got busted. Needless to say, that party was how Braedan ended up in redneck Texas. His father had told him he had enough of his reckless behavior, and if he was to take over the company he had to get his s**t together. His parents agreed with Rae's and the others that they group needed to experience real hard labor. Braedan was told he would be taking over when they got back, which frankly scared him. What his father doesn't know is that Braedan has no interest in becoming CEO of the family company. Of course, he naturally threw a fit, trying every line in the book to be able to stay in New York. Hell he even said he was sorry, which Braedan never did. He thought he was winning his mother over until his father really put his foot down. Brae was an adult, but when you live on your parent's money they still have a hold over you.

However, his parents didn't realize they made a big mistake. Even though the group was to go and learn 'hard labor' for the summer, they still let the friends be together. Braedan was going to make sure they would find a way to cause trouble during their stay in Texas. Maybe even get the country bumpkins in it too. He would love to hear his parent's reaction to finding out they corrupted the kids that were supposed to be teaching them how to be better people or whatever. Once they arrived in Texas, the group was shuttled from the airport to the guest house they'd be staying in. He was sharing a room with CJ, and the room wasn't even the size of Braedan's closet back home. He immediately declared his summer to be ruined. However, he got to meet some of the girls that would be around the ranch all summer, and Brae had found himself smiling. They were all smoking hot. Maybe the trip wouldn't be as horrible if he could get his way with at least one of them. After all, the man had needs and he wasn't about to go a whole summer without getting some. But he had to make sure the girl wasn't going to be clingy. Braedan wasn't into relationships and he didn't want one of the girls to end up being crazy. He'd been down that road before way too many times before. Carson, who owned the ranch had told them they were going to each be assigned to someone to show them the ropes for their first couple of days. Braedan was more than pleased when he was assigned to Fred, the stunning redhead for his first day. At least his first day would consist of following and staring at a hot girl.

"Ughh... what the ********] Braedan mumbled before turning over in his twin sized bed. Pots and pans were being banged together as someone was shouting in the hallway for everyone to get up. Not to mention, Rae was also telling him to get up. Glancing over at the clock, the male found himself furious. It was too early for this s**t, didn't these people sleep? The brunette male sat up in bed, wearing only his boxers. He ruffled his hair a bit before getting up to get dressed. The sooner he was up, maybe the sooner the ******** pots would stop. He went over to his suitcase and pulled out an outfit for the day. He grabbed jeans, a white t-shirt and his black combat boots. He quickly got dressed and then went over to CJ's bed, giving the male a little shove on his arm he spoke, "C'mon man get up." Braedan then left the room, letting CJ have some space to get ready. Since the party, CJ had been ignoring him a bit but Braedan knew that would pass. He was just mad they all got busted. Once in the hallway, he noticed a lot of new faces. The blonde, Jaclynn was attempting to wake up Steven, Braedan's best friend. The male shook his head, good luck to her he thought. He then noticed Maggie coming out of her room, and making her way down the hall towards Alic. Brae couldn't help but find himself slightly jealous, and he wasn't sure of who. Since he was younger, Braedan always found himself liking Maggie on and off. It was a feeling that would probably never go away, but he knew he wasn't good enough for her. Looking at Alic, Braedan knew he was attracted to him. But none of his friends knew of his bisexual tendencies and he didn't plan on having them find out.

Pushing his thoughts aside, the brunette ran a hand through his hair before deciding he better get going. He was to meet Fred at the ranch house. If the male got lucky, maybe all they'd be doing is preparing lemonade and baking cookies. He chuckled and rolled his eyes at the thought before leaving the guest house. The second he stepped outside, he regretted wearing jeans. It was hot, and sunny, and Braedan hated it. He quickly made it to the ranch house sat himself down on a step to wait for the redhead beauty. Braedan sighed, this wasn't going to be a fun day. Atleast not until later. He remembered hearing one of the girls mention having a bonfire that night to welcome him and his friends. Braedan decided he had to get through the next few hours and then the fun would begin.

[3AM kisses]

Around 7:30 AM that morning, Jaclynn Houser had woken up to begin her day at Carson's ranch. Normally, the blonde would be spending her day working at the hair salon with her mother, but Carson had told her about a group of kids from New York City coming to work on the ranch. Jaclynn naturally had offered to help him out with teaching them the ropes since she often spent her free time there anyway. Plus, how could the girl resist getting to know new people? Living in a small town, she knew everyone her age already. It would be nice to hangout with people from out of town, especially from the Big Apple that she could only dream about visiting. Jaxie took a shower to help wake up before she got dressed. The blonde slid into a pair of dark wash denim shorts, a black tank top and of course her brown cowboy boots. Jaxie then braided her long wavy locks to the side before applying a little bit of mascara. She grabbed her white cowboy hat off of her dresser and was about to leave when she realized she was forgetting the only piece of jewelry she ever wore - her leather bracelet that Ronan had given her for her 18th birthday. Clasping it onto her wrist, she smiled lightly at the thought of her friend before leaving.

Going out to her Black Jeep Wrangler, Jaclynn slid the key in and the engine soon roared to life. The blonde felt a smile cross her lips. Even though she'd been living on her own for a few months now, she couldn't help but feel joy knowing she was able to come and go as she pleased. Not like the past when she had to tell her father or mother where she was going, who was going to be there, what she was doing, and when she would be back. Jaxie loved not having to answer to anyone ever. She still saw her mom at work of course, and their relationship had actually gotten better since Jaclynn moved out. Her father on the other hand, not so much. He was angry when she declared she had rented out a house for herself. Now she mainly only saw him on Sundays at church, but even then he always acted distant and the little time they did spend taking would be him practically interrogating her. Jaxie rolled her eyes at the thought, and decided to push her father out of her mind, she planned on having a good day.

Pulling up to the Dallas Ranch, Jaxie cut the engine infront of Carson's house. She climbed out of her jeep and adjusted her shorts before smiling. The blonde kept her three horses at the ranch, and she often spent her time practicing her barrel racing since she competed in the local Rodeo regularly. Not to mention Carson was like an older brother to her, and she loved spending time with him. And of course her best friend Matt who lived in the guest house. Basically, her horses and closest friends were all at Dallas Ranch. The day before Jaxie had met the city kids, and she was assigned to work with Steven for the day. From a brief short impression, Steven seemed funny and Jaclynn hoped they would get along. They would be feeding the horses, cleaning the stalls, then she would probably just take him out riding to let the horses get a feel for him since he'd be around them all summer.

Jaxie made her way towards the guest house, excited to get Steven out to the stalls. He was supposed to meet her there, but the blonde couldn't resist going to see everyone. She was friendly and wanted to make sure they felt welcomed. A few months ago Carson found out he had a sister, Simone, and Jaxie had immediately warmed up to her. It took Carson a little while, but Jaxie pushed him to get to know her. After all, she was his sister and they already missed out on so much time. Jaclynn always wanted a sibling, so she felt the need to make Carson realize what he had. Reaching the guest house, she let herself in as she always had with Matt being there. "Good morning ya'll!" she spoke cheerfully. Hearing stirring within the rooms, Jaxie assumed someone had been by to wake up them. Going down the hall, she found the room that Steven was staying in with Braedan and Rae. Seeing the door open, she popped her head in, "Hey Steven, I hope you're ready!" the blonde spoke before flashing her sweetest smile. Maybe she was a little overly excited, but the girl couldn't help it.

((it was hard to get my thoughts together D: ))
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[3AM kisses]

"I left a note on my bedpost, said not to repeat yesterday's mistakes, what I tend to do when it comes to you...I see only the good, selective memory..." the brunette's voice began, before continuing into the rest of the verse and the chorus. Sammi had been rehearsing most of the morning so far in her home studio by herself. She was going to be performing a cover of Shakira's 'I Can't Remember to Forget You' and of course, it had to be perfect. Despite how much of a social butterfly the girl tended to be, her music came first always. She'd rather spend an entire day in the studio than be at the best party. After finishing a run through of the song for millionth time, Sam took a sip of her water and decided to call it a day. After all she didn't want to tire out her voice completely. Getting up, she left the sound room and locked her studio before climbing the steps of her house. Sam had installed her studio a year ago, it was the best decision she ever made. She got to sing and rehearse in her pajamas whenever she wanted. But that wasn't even the best part, the best part was definitely not having to go to the Cut Edge building and seeing Cole. It wasn't that she hated him, after all he did sign her and basically make her career, but she'd rather see less of him than more.

Once upstairs, the brunette pulled her hair from the ponytail she had it in and went to her bedroom to get changed. She grabbed a pair of pink leggings, a white lace peplum top and quickly. Sam then slid into her gold glitter pumps and finally dressed the outfit up with a necklace. After fixing her makeup and applying a pump of mousse to tame her waves, the brunette was heading out the door towards her Jeep Wrangler. It was a car many didn't expect her to drive, but Samantha loved her Jeep. She didn't want some fancy sports car, and she definitely never even considered hiring a driver. Since she had been anti-social all day, Sam pulled out her phone and went straight to twitter. Scrolling through the latest news, she found her jaw dropping when she read the blast about Ari and Dexter. However, Sammi knew her best friend and she was 100 percent sure it was just a rumor. The brunette rolled her eyes before turning the ignition, firing her jeep to life. Pulling out of her driveway, there was only one place Sam could be going - and naturally that was to The Hard Rock Cafe to see her best friend.

After parking her car, the brunette climbed out and made her way into the Hard Rock. She asked the hostess where she could find Arielle Wynter. After being pointed to the table, Sammi made her way over to the table where Arielle, Dexter, and Jaxon were at. The brunette took the seat next to Arielle before grinning, "So, when were you planning on letting me know you became a home wrecker?" she spoke teasingly. Glancing over at Dexter, she gave him a light smile before crossing her arms. "Hello Dexter." she spoke, giving him a monotone greeting. It was no secret that Dexter and Sam didn't get along that great. It wasn't that they actually had problems per say, but the brunette wasn't stupid. She knew he probably thought she was just a stuck up princess. Her green eyes then looked over Dexter's shoulder to Jaxon, "Hey sweetheart." she greeted before turning her attention back to Arielle. "I hope you let Allie know it was nothing." she said, her tone serious. Sam and Allie were pretty good friends, and with the insecurities Allie already had, she definitely didn't need rumors of her boyfriend cheating hanging over her shoulders.



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((Horrible, Im sorry. It'll be better once I get going with this. If I need to change anything let me know, I just wanted to throw her in the mix somehow.))

[3AM kisses]

xxxxxxxxxx⊰ ⋮ I'm hell on heels ↷ say what you will
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxI'VE DONE AND MADE THE D* EVIL A DEAL xx
xxxxxxxxx↳ he made me pretty ( ♔ ) he made me smart
xxxxxxxxxxxxxx&&__ i ' m x g o i n g x t o x b r e a k x m e x a x m i l l i o n x h e a r t s
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx❝ I'M HELL ON HEELS, BABY I'M COMING FOR YOU ♈


Ronnie Hastings was on the top deck of the yacht, sitting on a couch and sipping on white wine. Upon arrival, everyone seemed to split up, including her. The blonde was by far feeling out of her element, and she wanted nothing more for the night to end. So far she had a few men approach her, of course asking to dance or get her a drink. Ronnie dismissed them all, she wasn't used to all the attention. But with the way she looked, it somewhat made sense. Dressing up was not her thing, at all and tonight she was more dolled up than she she'd ever been. She was dressed in a long black dress with a low dip neckline and blue pumps that matched her necklace. Her eye makeup was a smoky black and blue shadow and her lips a pale pink. Of course, Jaycee had been the one to fix the girl up. She offered and Ronnie decided why not? Might as well bond with some of the girls in the house.

Ronnie took another sip from her wine before shouting could be heard below her. The blonde raised an eyebrow and recognized the voices immediately as Chase and Jaycee. She rolled her green eyes before feeling a smirk cross her lips. It was a shame that the others had to deal with the rotten surprise of their exes showing up a few days earlier. When they came home from a day trip, Ronnie was shocked to see a bunch of strangers in their house. That was when a few arguments stemmed, some of her roommates stormed off, and others acted like nothing was wrong. Veronica remembered looking around frantically for her ex, but he was no where to be found. If the producers wanted to hurt the girl, they would have gotten Jon to show up. Sure she'd dated other men since him, but Jon was the most important to her. After all, he was the father of her five year old son, Ellis. The thought of her ex made her face scrunch up a bit. She only dated him to piss off her parents during her rebellion years. However, Ronnie couldn't help that at some point she did maybe love him. But it wasn't going to work out no matter what. They were young, and it was a no brainer to her that he would pick drugs over being with her. So she left him when she found she was pregnant. What was she supposed to do? Her parents gave her an ultimatum, Jon or them. Naturally she picked them. Veronica didn't want her child to be raised around a drug addict.

Letting out a sigh, the blonde tried to tune out the shouting from below. When it came time to dump Jon, she did it as cruel as possible. She didn't want him to think there was any chance for them, or worse for him to one day seek her out. Breaking up with him wasn't just temporary, it was forever. Maybe the producers couldn't get her ex because they couldn't find him. Hell it wasn't like she was open about her past and no one knew who Ellis's father was besides her parents. Somehow though, the girl had a bad feeling in her gut. It may have been a few days since the other exes arrived, but Ronnie doubted the producers would give up so easily. Or maybe they'd track a different ex of hers like Kyle. Kyle was her most recent ex, and he had been great with Ellis; at least in the beginning. They dated for a year, and one night Ronnie came home to Kyle with his hand raised above Ellis because he spilled something. Yeah ******** no. Being a mama bear, she punched Kyle in the jaw and took Ellis home. That was the end of that relationship.

Being consumed in her thoughts, Veronica hadn't noticed the shouting had stopped and more importantly, her glass was now empty. Standing up from the couch, she wandered down the steps and headed to the bar. She gave Chase and Sophia a light smile before ordering another glass of wine. Her eyes then were heading to the piano to see who was playing the beautiful music, but something caught her attention, rather someone. Veronica's eyes were glued to the person who had just pulled out a cigarette. Jonathan. "No ******** way." she spoke out loud. If the audience at home wanted drama, that was exactly what they were about to get.

Ronnie placed her wine back on the bar before quickly making her way over to Jon. She was furious, and her face showed it. Once face to face with the curly haired male, she pulled the cigarette right out of his mouth before dropping it on the ground and putting it out with her heel. "Why am I not surprised that you haven't changed one bit." she finally spoke, her green eyes meeting his. "I thought I made it clear I never wanted to see you again Jon." she started again, her voice loud. Ronnie could feel eyes on her since they were in the middle of the main floor, but she didn't care. "Do me and my roommates a favor and just leave. No one wants a pathetic a*****e like you around." The blonde took a small step closer, standing her ground. It had been a long time since she was this mad and fired up. Her blood was boiling, and the adrenaline was rushing through her veins as she waited for him to respond. "What are you waiting for Jon, just ******** go!" she screamed at him, feeling impatient. If he knew what was good for him, he'd turn around and leave. Ronnie actually wasn't even that mad that he was there, after all she knew one of her exes was coming at some point. She was more angry at the fact that he hadn't changed one bit and she could tell right away. The suit did look good on him, but the blonde could tell he was extremely underweight. His skin was slightly sullen, and he was still smoking. Ronnie knew that even after five years, he hadn't grown up. Jon was never going to be the father of his son, and she'd make sure of that.



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[3AM kisses]

"Mmm.....ughh.." a soft groan escaped the lips of Maisie as her body began to wake up. Her caramel eyes fluttered open, but quickly shut again as the sun broke through her window. After a few moments, she dared to open them again before sitting up in her pink bed. Maisie ran a hand through her long wavy locks as she yawned. Last night her roommates had thrown a party, but the ombre'd brunette didn't drink much. She had started out downstairs with everyone else, taking shots and playing drinking games, but at one point she left. Maisie had gone upstairs with Brad, a ritual they often practiced together when their roommates threw big parties. Back in high school, the two had been study partners which was the starting point of their friendship. They quickly became best friends, clicking instantly. The two weren't exactly the biggest party animals, so they tended to go off and do their own thing together. Whether it was sitting in the corner just chatting, or now in their own house, running off upstairs. Last night they had gone to Brad's room, him playing video games and her laying in his bed reading a few magazines. Maisie genuinely enjoyed his company. Way more than she would have with the drunken idiots that had been downstairs. Oh, and maybe she enjoyed his company because she did have the slightest crush on him. But that was a secret she had no intentions of ever telling besides to Roxie. After all, how could a guy like him ever feel the same way about her?

Maisie pushed her thoughts aside. She then crawled out bed, going across the hall to the bathroom to take a shower. The house was quiet, but she knew everyone else was probably hungover. Today was Sunday, which meant everyone would have to do chores later on. The girl rolled her eyes at the thought, that should be fun.. not. Getting her roommates to clean up was going to be quite the task, especially if they're all hungover. As much as Maisie wanted to be chill and relaxed about it, she couldn't. A messy house was NOT a happy house. She dreaded going downstairs soon to see the damage. Maisie took a quick shower before wrapping a towel around her body and scurrying back to her room. She closed the door behind her, shivering from the cold air. After drying her hair and body, Maisie got dressed for her lazy sunday. She threw on a pair of dark gray and pink yoga shorts, and a black muscle tank top. After sliding into her white leopard print Nike Free runs, Maisie decided to go for a quick jog. She threw her hair into a ponytail and grabbed her ipod before going downstairs and out the front door.

Once outside, the brunette smiled. She was never big on sports and working out, but the girl loved to run. She was always told to try out for the track team or cross country in high school, but Maisie liked to run for her own pleasure. Her feet moved against the pavement, picking up the pace as she ran along the sidewalk. Running was generally her time to think, but for once, Maisie had nothing pressing her mind, and boy did that feel good. After she ran two miles, she began to make her way back to the house. Maisie wanted to cook breakfast and then relax before doing some chores.

Approaching the house, the girl bent over, resting her hands on her knees as she caught her breathe. She then stood up, placing her hands behind her head to open up her diaphragm. Once her body was calm, she went inside and glanced around. The house was trashed. Maisie groaned before making her way upstairs to fix herself up a bit. She went into the bathroom, washing the light layer of sweat off her face. Back in her room, she applied her daily makeup and took off her sneakers before going downstairs to the kitchen, kicking beer cans as she went. She had no part in the party last night, therefore she was basically exempt from cleaning up the mess. However, Maisie knew she would end up helping whomever had hosted the party clean it. It was just in her nature. Going into the fridge, the girl bit her lip, looking around as she tried to decide what she wanted to make. Closing the door, she went over to the cabinet and decided pancakes and bacon it was. Pulling out the pancake mix, Maisie began to go to work. She mixed three different batches, plain, chocolate chip, and of course her favorite, banana. She then grabbed the package of bacon before frying the pieces up while grilling the pancakes. In the end, Maisie ended up making 15 of each flavor, giving 45 pancakes in total. After all, she was feeding a house of six, three of them being growing men. The brunette wasn't going to wake anyone up, so she made two plates up before placing covers over the pancakes and bacon and leaving them on the counter. As she was about to go up, she noticed Ryan coming into the kitchen. Maisie gave him a smile, "There's pancakes and bacon if you're hungry." she told him, seeing that he was obviously hungover. Ryan was like a brother to her, and Maisie loved nothing more than messing with him. But in his state, she would leave him alone... for now.

Taking the two plates she had fixed, Maisie went back upstairs and then down the hall to Brad's room. She knocked lightly, making sure he wasn't changing or something. After no response, the brunette opened the door, letting herself in. She placed the two plates on his dresser before going over to his bed. The brunette crossed her arms, deciding what approach to take. Jump on him? Cuddle him? Scream? There was so many options to waking him up. A smile crossed her lips, she decided she would be nice today. Maisie crawled onto his bed, before lying directly on top of Brad's back as he slept on his stomach. she leaned down towards his ear before whispering, "Braaaaad. Wake up. I have bacon." her voice cooed. Seeing him stir, Maisie planted a kiss on his cheek before getting up and getting the plates for them. She sat criscrossed on his bed, resting her plate in her lap before eating a piece of bacon. "I'm so glad I'm not curing a hangover right now, makes this much more enjoyable." she spoke with a smile on her lips, referring to the high probability that the rest of their roommates were in fact hungover.


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JEMMA MAE KINGSLEY
OUTSPOKEN DIVA
TWENTY
HIGH MAINTENANCE. VIVACIOUS. BLUNT
ONLY BUYS THE BEST BRANDS OF MAKEUP, HAIR PRODUCTS, AND CLOTHING
NEVER HAS ONE NIGHT STANDS BECAUSE WOMAN SHOULDN'T BE TREATED AS OBJECTS FOR PLEASURE
HAS A PASSION AND TALENT FOR SINGING
SENIOR YEAR OF HIGH SCHOOL SHE HAD AN ABORTION, NO ONE KNOWS
SHE TENDS TO HOLD BAD GRUDGES

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XXBRAEDAN MICHAEL ARCHIBOLT XX( ☠ ) x Call me Brae!
29 - December 1st - Male - BisexualXXXXXXXXXX

☠ tab Motorcycles, Cars, Planes, Working Out, Pizza, Women, Drinking, Hook ups, Dogs, The Air Force

☠ tab Rules, Girly Cars, Fast Food, Bitches, Cats, Conflict

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☠ tab From the outside, Braedan can come off as a bit scary. Covered in tattoos, muscles, and clad in leather. However, that's just his style and a front he does like to put on. Braedan is very headstrong, and he does whatever the hell he pleases, whenever. But deep down he is actually the biggest goofball ever. Only his friends get to see that side of him, but its his true colors. He loves to crack jokes, tease his friends, and overall just play around. Braedan doesn't do conflict, ever. He's laid back and really is just always looking for a good time. If an argument comes his way, he'll go the other way. There isn't an ounce of temper of him and he will stand there silent when being yelled at. You would have to really, really, test him to get a rise. Rules don't apply to him, as he won't follow them anyway. Braedan is a free spirit that just wants to live a fulfilling life on his own terms.

☠ tab Despite having a good childhood, Braedan had one tragedy that really shaped who he is. At five years old, his mother upped and left him and his father for another man. Although his memory of his mother is faint, Braedan had never been so hurt in his entire life. The first women he ever loved left him, making him feel he wasn't good enough. Considering the circumstances, Braedan vowed to never get married. He would never let himself become vulnerable to a women ever again. For the rest of his childhood, it was just him and his father. That was fine by him. They got along great, and Brae was always in his father's shop after school helping him fix cars. It was where he learned everything, and Braedan had gained a natural talent. When high school rolled around, the free spirit often found himself at the principals office. Braedan was a rule breaker, prankster, and oh he loved to talk back. He received numerous detentions, but his teachers always liked him anyway. It was then that he met his group of friends, and had made the wedding pact. Braedan assumed it was just a joke, after all, he doesn't do commitment.

After high school, Brae continued working in the garage with his father. However, when he turned 24 his father was diagnosed with Prostate Cancer. Having the most important person in his life be sick, Braedan didn't take it well. He had isolated himself for awhile, only spending time with his father. A year later, his father passed away, leaving him the garage. Braedan had been a wreck. He stopped working completely, barely ate, and wasn't really himself. His friends honestly were the only reason he came out of his funk. However, he knew he couldn't work in his father's garage without him, so he sold the property and decided to enlist in the Air Force. He had tried the Marines a few years earlier, but Marcus had basically threatened his life. In the Air Force though, Braedan became a mechanic for just about anything, but focused mainly on aircraft. He'd gone overseas for a year, but Braedan was never a part of combat. After serving a four year term, Brae is ready for a vacation with his friends before having to find a new job.

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XOXO, Omg Elecktric !

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•❀• o u t f i t •❀• w h e r e : t h e b e a c h •❀• w i t h : b l a k e •❀•

The past few days that Maisie had been in the house, she'd mainly kept to herself. The girl had been the last to arrive considering she came a few days late. She had made a point to tell everyone it was because her flight dates had been mixed up, but truth of the matter was that she was afraid to leave her baby. Her parents had basically shoved her out the door to get her on the show. Frankly, if her cousin wasn't already here the girl would have never left. Her darling miracle was only seven months old, and Maisie felt that was too young to leave her for a summer. For the most part her parents understood her reasoning for not wanting to go, but the truth was Maisie needed the vacation. Her baby had been born two months premature, and was basically on death's bed. She had been kept alive in an incubator, and Maisie practically lived at the hospital. She'd even taken off from work for those months, causing her to move back in with her parents. It was rough, but thankfully her little girl had survived. The stress really consumed Maisie, and this was her chance to relax after being on edge for almost a year. Oh, and maybe while here she would tell Blake he was a father.

At the moment, the dark brunette was in her bedroom that she shared with Tyler. Just the thought of the male made her smirk. He was incredibly sexy, and even though Maisie had been trying to keep to herself for the first few days, she had flirted with him. There was no harm in it, after all she was single. Pushing him out of mind, Maisie focused on the task at hand; getting dressed. They were having a beach party that evening, and Maisie decided she would let herself enjoy it and open up. Going through her dresser drawers, she pulled out her black fringe bikini and then in her closet she took her floral kimono off the hanger. After changing, she went over to her mirror and applied light make up. They invented water proof mascara for a reason. Satisfied with her outfit, she slipped on her wedges before going into the kitchen for some water.

Once in the kitchen, she noticed Jaycee and Chase, apparently arguing? Jaycee looked hurt. What the ******** had happened? Normally Maisie would probably make some remark about how the girl looked, but from the way Jaycee was cursing a storm up about Belle, Maisie decided to play nice. Grabbing a water bottle from the fridge she quickly scurried out of the kitchen and out the back door. Since arriving, Maisie had concluded Jaycee was psychotic. It was really that simple. Chase deserved so much better. 'Someone like me.' she couldn't but think with a smirk. Maisie had developed an instant crush on Chase, but so far she hadn't really spoken to him. After tonight though, the brunette planned to let her true colors show. Which meant Chase was guaranteed to know that the dark brunette found him sexy as hell.

Once outside, Maisie took a sip of her water before walking towards the beach. Glancing around, she noticed Spencer with Logan, Olivia by the cooler, Becky alone, Blake alone, and Sophia and Dom further down. A frown crossed her lips, this party sucked so far. Walking over to Logan and Spencer, she kissed her cousin on the cheek and greeted him before blatantly eyeing Logan up, "Hmm.. you left just enough exposed to make a girl wonder what's underneath, I like that." she commented with a smile. She caught a look coming from Spencer, but Maisie chose to ignore him. She was just being honest, but of course her over protective cousin wasn't going to like that. "I'm going to go say hello to the ex, see ya'll later." she then said, before walking further up the beach to where Blake was sitting.

Approaching Blake, Maisie felt some butterflies floating in her stomach. It wasn't because of any lingering feelings or some bullshit like that, but whenever she was around him she felt nervous. Like somehow he would know she was keeping a secret from him. Maisie wanted to tell him, but it wasn't the time yet. She wanted to know where Blake was at in life, what he was up to, how much time he would have on his hands. Her hazel eyes looked him over and Maisie felt a spark run through her veins. God he was still perfect. Blake had always been handsome, his face perfectly sculptured. She took in his bare chest, her eyes tracing over each individual ab. Maisie get a hold of yourself, you two are broken up, just be friendly not horny. she prepped herself. Finally in front of Blake, she smiled at him before plopping down on the sand, stretching her tanned legs out in front of her. "What are you doing all alone over here Blakey?" she asked with a smile. "But you might have the right idea with this loner thing. Chase and psycho girl are fighting inside, I'm pretty sure Sophia and Dom are fighting over there." she began before laughing lightly, "I guess we're the only sane couple it seems." she told him. Maisie then stood up from the sand, before slipping her Kimono off of her shoulders. She stood infront of Blake with just a bikini and wedges. turning around to face him she grinned as she began to take her shoes off, "Swim with me? Isn't that the whole point of a beach?" she asked.

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Sitting on her hotel room bed, Chelsey let out a sigh as she glanced to herself in the mirror. This high school reunion was a waste of her time, but Finley and Lucy had convinced her to go. At least her two closest friends would keep her sane... hopefully. If it hadn't been for them, she never would have dared taken time off from filming for this event. The producers had been pissed, but without their leading lady, they didn't have much of a choice but to postpone a bit. The blonde ran a hand through her wet locks before standing up. She had to start getting ready for the dinner or else she would be late. Chelsey Lovett was always punctual. However, she was dreading seeing her old high school classmates. The girl was no fool, she had made enemies despite her amount of friends, and she was betting that some wouldn't be too thrilled to see her. Her ex-boyfriend was number one on that list. The image of Jasper entered her mind, and Chelsey couldn't help but form a face of disgust. How she had ever dated him was beyond her. She planned to avoid him at all costs, but who knew how long that would last. Chelsey had never had much of a filter and it would be only a matter of time until she exploded.

Walking over to the bathroom, The blonde picked up some product before applying it to her hair and then blowdrying. Her mind began to wonder to Lucy, and she really hoped her best friend was over the whole Oliver and Finley situation like she said she was. Chelsey knew that Lucy didn't trust Fin as much as she once had, but their relationship was still good. Hopefully seeing Oliver wouldn't bring any bad memories. Chels for one had still not forgiven Oliver, and that was because the girl loved to hold a grudge. Her eyes rolled at the thought. She had heard he became a pornstar which made her want to gag. Porn was not acting, and her biggest pet peeve was when they tried to pass it off as just that. Maybe she was being a little bit self righteous, but Chelsey had her opinions and standards. Once her long blonde locks were dried, she applied heat protectant and began to curl her hair. This is what she hired hair stylists for, s**t took way too long to do herself. Once each strand was curled, she took a flat brush and gently loosened the curls into long vintage waves. Satisfied, she smiled at her reflection before applying her makeup.

Once her hair and makeup was finished, Chelsey went into the closest of her room and rummaged through a few dresses before finally picking one. It was a knee length light peach color with a black sweetheart neckline accented by silver gems. Slipping into it, she then grabbed a pair of matching black heels and of course her vintage Chanel purse. She looked to the clock and found she had just enough time to go grab Finley.

Exiting her room, she headed down the hall to where Finley's room was. It was amazing that the blonde was ready before he was. Chelsey knocked on the door, "Fin! Are you ready yet?" she called before opening his door. Stepping inside, her blue eyes landed on her friend and she grinned. "Mmm, I picked the sexiest man here to escort me to dinner." she spoke with a smile planted on her pink lips. Chelsey wasn't going to give him a choice on escorting her, she was demanding it. However, with how Finley has known her, it was expected of her at this point. Her eyes stayed put on Fin, taking him in. He had always been attractive to her, but Chelsey never dared to let herself even consider him. After all, it was her best friend's brother. But that didn't mean she couldn't admire, right? Walking into the room, she stood infront of the male before lightly taking his tie into her hands and adjusting it. Chelsey had always tied her father's ties, and she had became somewhat of a pro at it. Once it was perfect she grinned, "Better. Lets go show everyone the new and famous Chelsey and Finley." she joked before giggling.


((I suck at first posts, always D: ))

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As the morning sun broke through the blinds of her bedroom, Milah immediately woke up and a smile crossed her lips. The girl was by far a morning person, and once she was awake, the girl was damn awake. Sitting up in bed, she turned around and glanced down at her sleeping boyfriend, Dyson. The past month had been by far the best for Milah since her ex boyfriend Tristan had left her for the military 10 months ago. At first, she had been completely and utterly crushed. They had been together for a few years and the next thing she knew, he was gone. Auditioning for the Real World had been a spontaneous decision, and now Milah didn't regret it one bit. She had made her two best friends on the show, and of course found love again. Leaning down towards her boyfriend, the chestnut brunette planted a soft kiss to his forehead. She would let him sleep a little longer, but there was no denying it, Milah had become his alarm clock. She hated being awake alone. Crawling over Dyson to get out of the small twin sized bed they often shared (well Milah made him share), the brunette went over to her side of the room and threw on a pair of white knit shorts. She then headed into one of the bathrooms across the hall to brush her teeth. Glancing up, her hair was a total mess. It was matted, with a slight frizz but Milah didn't care, it wasn't anything her hair products couldn't fix later. Leftover makeup was also smudged and frankly she looked like she had wild monkey sex last night. Shrugging, she headed back into the bedroom with a grin on her lips.

Milah crawled back onto Dyson's bed, before straddling his waist. Her knees were placed on either side of him and she leaned forward and kissed his lips. "Good morning baby!" she exclaimed. Seeing him stir, Milah smiled, her dimples making their presence. Adjusting her position, Milah stretched her legs out so she was lying directly on top of Dyson with all her body weight. "Come on Dysooooon. Wake up already!" she pouted before slowly kissing his neck and jaw line a few times. The brunette felt her stomach rumble against his, and she crawled off of him. "Fine, don't get up. But I'm going to go bother Mason and then you better be up for breakfast." she spoke with a slight huff. Normally Milah would bother Aide as well, but she had learned quick that that wasn't the best idea, so Mason would have to do.

Exiting the bedroom, Milah thought she heard noises coming from the living room, but she immediately dismissed it. Although it wasn't common, maybe she wasn't the first one awake for once. Heading down the hall, she gave Candy a smile as she passed the blonde heading to the bathroom. The two got along fine but they weren't exceptionally close or anything. She was definitely more of Dyson's friend than hers. Entering the bedroom that belonged to Mason and Candy, A smirk crossed the brunette's lip when her bright blue eyes landed on a sleeping Mason. Quietly heading over to him, she stood at the end of the bed. Placing both her hands on the posts of the bed, Milah began to violently shake the already unsturdy bed with all of her power, "MASON GET UP, WAKE UP MASON!" she shouted at him. Seeing him abruptly wake up and his reaction, the brunette began to laugh as she let go of the bed. Before she could let him retaliate in anyway, the girl quickly left the room before peaking her head back in through the doorway, "lll have breakfast ready for you soon my love." she told him with a quick wink. Milah absolutely loved being a pest, but she tended to try and make it up with kind gestures, like making Mason breakfast after obnoxiously waking him up.

Pleased with her normal morning antics, the brunette decided it was time to make breakfast. Since Candy was awake, maybe they could make enough for everyone in the house. Well, of course assuming Candy would even want to do that with her. Milah continued to think of what she ought to make that morning, but her thoughts were immediately brought to a halt when she came across a group of strangers in the living area of the house that stretched into the kitchen. Her feet stopped where they were and she stared blankly at the new guests. Since non of the camera crew seemed alarmed like she was, Milah immediately knew this was set up. But who were they? Just more castmates? Her blue orbs landed first on a male sitting on the couch, with a beer in his hand. He was stunningly handsome, but why the hell was he drinking already? Before she could even take anyone else in, a familiar figure caught her eyes. Tristan. Had Milah been holding anything, it would have definitely fallen to the ground. Her eyes were glued to him and she felt her heart shatter all over again. Why was he here? He seemed to notice her at that moment, and Milah suddenly became self conscious. She still had wild sex hair and was wearing tight shorts and her shirt was buttoned just enough to show slight cleavage. Her hands went to her chest and she buttoned a few more buttons before building enough courage to move.

She slowly made her way over to Tristan and crossed her arms over her chest in a way to comfort herself. Taking in his green eyes, she let out a sigh before glancing down, "What is this?" she asked quietly, referring to him being there. "When did you even get back?" she then added. Milah had a ton of questions for her ex, but she could barely even look at him. All she wanted was answers. Why would he leave her like that? Why couldn't he have been a man and just broken up with her? Instead, he took the cowardly way out and left her without any form of closure. As the memories of their breakup began flooding in, the brunette was also feeling her anger for him rising. She then looked up at him, a whole new person taking over her. "You know what, forget it, I don't want to know." Milah said sharply. Walking away from him, she quickly scurried back down the hall. Breakfast could wait. Reaching her bedroom, she placed her back against the wall next t
her composure together. She needed to calm down and fight the tears forming behind her eyes before facing Dyson. But damn it, she really wanted to be in Dyson's arm.


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It was officially the day. The day that Brantley was getting a free vacation to do whatever the ******** he pleased. Sure cameras would be following him everywhere, but he could deal with that. It wasn't like he was an interesting person, so maybe they'd stay off of him. The only downfall to the trip was seeing Adrianna Clark. Not that he'd ever admit it, but she was only the girl he ever loved. Yet she was also the only girl he's ever truly hated. Brant had known her his entire life, but he didn't start bullying her until he was about 10 years old. Kids in school used to tease him saying it was just because he had a crush on her... so he would beat them up. Those rumors stopped damn quick. No, he bullied her because it was the only way he knew how to cope with the sudden loss of his mother when he was nine years old. Before the full memory could surface, Brantley forced it away. All it ever did was make him angry. Angry that he lost his mother so young. Angry that his sisters lost their mother. Angry his dad lost his only true love. And angry that because of it, he would never be able to be with the only girl he ever loved.

Reaching for his chest, Brant clasped the two crosses he wore around his neck everyday. One for his mom, and one for him. His green eyes squeezed shut and after a moment he reopened, the bad memories pushed away. It was safe to say the death of his mom had completely and utterly damaged him. A few minutes later, the plane he had been landed and after going through baggage claim, he found a limo driver holding a sign with his name on. Along with five other people, they were officially on their way to the house they'd be living in the for the rest of the summer. It had been a decent ride, and Brantley became well acquainted with a man named Levi. Brant rarely clicked with people, but he had a feeling they were only going to get closer. Maybe it was their distaste for their exes or similar sarcasm, but Brant found himself enjoying their conversations. The redhead of the group went by Bambie, and god damn he already had the hots for her. It wasn't just her looks alone (although that definitely spiked the interest), she was funny and seemed to genuinely have a good heart; something that Brantley lacked. He also got to meet his new roommate, Eve? Eva? Ava! That was her name. He didn't particularly care for her, and it was clear she felt the same. Yet she hadn't stopped trying to talk to him. Brantley rolled his eyes, rooming with her wasn't going to be ideal. Once they were pulling up to the house, A smirk crossed the male's lips. He was more than ready to see Adrianna.

Stepping out of the car, Brantley stretched and adjusted his leather jacket. The air was slightly chilly, but it was still early. Later on when the sun would peak he would be ditching the jacket. Hearing Levi's voice, The male grinned. "More than you know." he responded. Following the others into the house, they all seemed to remain quiet as to not wake up the unsuspecting cast members. Brant made a beeline to the fridge, opening it up to grab himself a beer. Who cares if it was 10 AM? He had no clue of how Aide would react to seeing him, so he might as well get a head start on what he knew would be a day of drinking in his sorrows. Despite the small amount of satisfaction he got from torturing Aide, he was also torturing himself. Ever since his motorcycle accident, he hated to see her hurt. He was the biggest a*****e in the world. Why had he let her get so close to him? Those two months were the best of his life when they should have been the worst, but how could he admit it? His family would be disappointed and ashamed of him if they knew. Thankfully they didn't even know he was on the show. Brantley had just said he was taking a vacation and wouldn't be available. None of them had questioned him, they were hardly a family these days anyway. He was closest to his younger sister though, and he prayed that she didn't watch The Real World. But at sixteen years old, she was the perfect candidate to be a fan. Taking a swig from his beer, he made his way over to the couch to sit down. If his little sister were to find out about him being on the show, he hoped she would call him before ratting him out.

When he began to hear footsteps from the second floor. Brantley crossed his ankle over his knee and shut all his thoughts off. He had to keep an eye on the staircase for when Aide would come down. Surely she'd try and run from him? Or hell maybe she'd confront him. She always was a stubborn, opinionated girl. Something he couldn't help but find incredibly sexy in her. A moment later, a flash of blonde on the steps caught his attention and Brantley sat up a bit. Seeing her body though, it wasn't anything like Adrianna's. Not that that was a bad thing. His eyes trailed over her body, paying attention to the way her skimpy pajama clung to her hips. But the second she went over to Levi, he tore his eyes away. He was pretty sure Levi wouldn't care if he pursued her considering how much he said he hated her, but Brantley would wait a few days.. maybe. His attention went back to the staircase to see yet another female come down. It was a gorgeous brunette, and she had gone over to the military guy, Tristan, after making eye contact with him. Damn all these females were confrontational.

It was a few minutes later and a couple swigs of his beer, but Adrianna had made her appearance. With how quickly she had retreated, Brantley assumed she thought he didn't see her. His beer had been up at the time, but oh, he recognized her right away. She was stunning in her simple night dress. Although the previous girls had tight little cute outfits on, something about Adrianna's simple oversized T-shirt really turned him on. The memories of waking up next to her just a month ago wearing nothing but his shirt was probably the reason. She always looked so natural and Brantley swore that was when she was most beautiful. Aide then ran off to the kitchen, and after a moment the male stood from the couch to follow her. He was slightly disappointed she hadn't confronted him, but he had no problem going to her.

Heading over to the kitchen, he saw Adrianna leaning over the counter with a drink in her hand. Coming up behind her, the male placed a light hand on her left waist before leaning into her right ear, "Miss me?" he whispered. Stepping back, he chuckled before sitting down on one of the island stools. "Look Aide, I'm just here for the free vacation. After what I wen't through I could ******** use it." he began, referring to his accident before taking a sip of his beer. He wasn't sure where he was going with this speech, but the words weren't stopping. "I'm not here for you in the least bit, if that's what you were thinking. Ill do my thing, and you do yours." he continued on. However, as the idea of Aide with another man entered his mind, he couldn't help but feel his cheeks get hot. "Just don't do anything ******** stupid, okay?" Brantley stared into her eyes for a moment, unsure of why he felt a need to watch over her. His tone had been a bit softer, almost showing concern. Getting off the stool, he stepped closer to her before giving a devious smirk, "So Aide, tell me about that blonde I saw earlier. Think she'd go for me?" he asked her, knowing damn well it would piss her off or make her uncomfortable.

[3AM kisses]

The sun shot through the blinds of Melina's window, instantly bringing her to life. Her blue eyes fluttered for a few moments, adjusting to the light before she could actually see. Sitting up, the brunette smiled down at her sleeping white shepherd, Milo. Today was the fourth of july festival, and Mel couldn't have been more excited. She had the day off from beauty school, which meant it was definitely time to party. Like usual, she would probably spend most of her day mingling with her friends and the townspeople, but come sunset she was definitely going to be at the beach bonfire. Knowing she wasn't going to fall back asleep anytime soon, the girl stretched before she crawled out bed.

Heading into her bedrooms bathroom, Mel showered quickly before wrapping a towel around her thin body. She dried off and soon went through her dresser drawers before pulling out an outfit. She threw on a tank top and denim shorts, before slipping her feet into floral sandals. The next challenge she had to face was her hair. After squeezing some mousse into her palms, she scrunched it throughout her hair, and decided to let the air do the rest. Mel applied her normal daily makeup, giving her some enhancement to her eyes and lips, before clipping a flower to her hair. Satisfied with her appearance, she pulled out her cell phone before sending a text to her absolute best friend.

To: Dylan
From: Mel
Message: Hi be my date tonight for the bonfire? as if you have a choice. Im going to stop by the Johnson's quick then ill see you soon Dyl boo :*

Smiling, she pressed send and was debating between sending Jordan and Faye texts, but she decided to hold off, she would see them both soon. The girl just loved her girls. But Melina was going to end up texting everyone she knew if she kept going. Grabbing Milo's leash off of the wall hook, she called her dog over and told him to sit. "Come on Milo boy. We're going out for a bit." she spoke to the dog. Normally Melina left him home when she went to the Johnson's house, but ever since Mr. Johnson had gotten a therapy dog, he'd allow her to bring Milo over. Especially since his dog Justice got along great with her white fluffball. Melina headed downstairs and said goodbye to her dad quick before exiting the house.

She walked a few blocks down the road, enjoying the gorgeous day. Milo's tongue was hanging out, pure contentment showing on his adorable face. After a fifteen minute walk, they were finally reaching the Johnson's house. The brunette walked to the door, knocking. A few moments passed, but the front door opened to show Blake Johnson. Mel smiled at the male, "Hello Mr. Johnson." she greeted politely. Blake intimidated most, but Melina had grown used to him that she knew he wasn't all that scary. "Good morning Melina, Justice will be thrilled to see Milo." he responded with a light smile. Ever since he had gotten his therapy pitbull, Blake seemed to be in a better mood and even more social. Before she could respond, Justice had rounded the corner and immediately jumped on Milo, of course wanting to play. Mel giggled and Blake rolled his eyes before closing the door behind the girl.

Blake had told Melina to go on upstairs, and he would keep an eye on Milo for her. Melina bounded up the familiar steps, debating on which twin to pester first. She then heard laughter, and she recognized it immediately as Tegan. He must have slept over last night with Sam, which wasn't surprising, the two were always together. It was how she was with Dylan. Walking down the hallway, Melina found herself at Nick's door and she opened it, to find the handsome boy sleeping. A smirk crossed her lips before quickly went over and jumped on his bed, landing on top of him. "NICKKK!" she shouted before losing herself in a giggle fit. "Wake up princess! It's the fourth of july, we have things to do and people to see!" she spoke to him before kissing his cheek. Melina hopped off the bed, not wanting to give the male a chance to retaliate against her for her rude awakening. "Get up Nick! We have to go wake up Jer bear." she spoke before crossing her arms.