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--------Deep sleep had Lena in silence, until the images started appearing before her closed eyes. The torment began, where her life flashed before her eyes. The only parts to be shown in front of her were the pains. A montage of physical and sexual abuse played before her. Then it switched to when she lived with her grandfather. It was all peaceful. Nothing was happening. Juts the two of them sitting on the couch chatting it up a little while watching some TV. She smiled in her sleep until time finally passed and she was now in the kitchen, watching her grandfather lie on the floor writhing in pain. What was Lena doing, staring, looking, gazing at what was going on. What was she supposed to do? It was all going to fast and then she woke up screaming. Her body covered in sweat. Lena was taking deep breaths all too quickly. So real, so terrifying.

--------Moments later, Lena knew her volunteer man would come in. All Lena could think abut when he was with her, was just how stunning he really was. A gentleman, but sometimes he would sneak around with her to get her out of this dull place. That was to keep her from really going crazy. The made Lena giggle in her bed. The medication was looking like it was wearing off. Anytime she took her medicine she was a dull, sleepy, unwilling person. Most people always told her how hyper, fun, and off the wall she was. Not anymore, or at least when they saw her. Most times they had her take it during the middle of the day. Like it was on purpose. Lena would fight the people so she wouldn't have to take it. In the nd she had to succumb to the fact that it's "helping" her.

--------Lena got up from her bed and walked around her room. In the distance she heard a girl scream. She always labeled her as "the screamer" because of how she slept. Randomly in the middle of the night all you would hear is some phrase screamed over and over. The first few nights it happened, Lena was so frightened she couldn't sleep. Eventually she just got used to it. Lena was now looking in a mirror, her reflection was smiling a bit. She was a happy person, when the medicine was not in effect. Hey there beautiful. She gave a giggle and looked down at the sink underneath the mirror. The wtaer was clean and clear and Lena splashed it onto her somewhat tan face. Sometimes she would appear lighter and other days she would appear darker, but only if she had been outside would the latter days happen. It seemed that her last tan was fading out.

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--------------• You get addicted to his love.
---------------------• You want to get out but he's holding you down.
-----------------------• cause you cant live without one more touch.
-------------------------• He gives you feelings that you don't want to fight.

••••••Kristy sat on the floor of the gas station with a knife in her hand as she carved random words into the linoleum flooring. There was nothing to do except sit around and wait for all of this to be over. How long would that take though? No one was quite sure yet and they weren't about to find out anytime soon. The government was being a b***h and didn't feel like releasing any news to the public. The public is what matters right now because soon enough all of mankind will be dead and gone. A sigh esacped the twenty-one year old's lips and then she looked up to see Nicholas speaking to the group.

••••••Kristy stood up and spoke with him in an attempt to calm the group down somewhat. The group was made up of six or seven people, including both herself and Nicholas. Ok gang. We need to keep an eye out for anything suspicious and you have to watch your back. We can't lose anyone else. These words were true and quite frankly, Kristy was sick of people dying in her arms. It was torment to her mind and soul. She was never going to feel good about surviving because of all the people they had lost. It was torture and she didn't know how she still lived. Many times during this week she had thought of killing herself to get out of this nightmare but she kept her sanity.

••••••Kristy made way to one of the boarded windows and looked outside. It was empty, which was a good thing but there could also be some of those people hiding out, just waiting to take a bit of their flesh. How disgusting it all was. Flesh eating creatures, or so many called them, zombies. They were the worst thing imaginable and it was very realistic at this moment. This was what now was called hell and if they survived it then they would be written down in history. Or in their own minds they would. Kristy walked over to Nicholas and pulled him to the side to talk. I think we should start to head out once more. We've been here for a week and almost all the food is gone. They basically ate and sucked this place dry of anything worth using. Gas, food, drinks. Whatever you could think of, even cigarettes.

••••••Kristy pulled out her last cigarette and lighter and slipped the cigarette in her mouth and let the flame burn it. The smoke tingled the back of her throat but it was so good. Recently she had started to smoke mainly out of stress. At a time like this she was bound to start new habits, just as long as she didn't start to become an alcoholic. Then that would ruin her. Eventually the cigarette was nothing but a stub and she threw it to the ground and smashed it with her heel. The outfit she wore was what she had on when this whole plague had started. Not the best outfit to kill in but those zombies sure seemed to kill for it. She laughed at her remark and then smirked at her sarcastic thoughts.

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Chantal woke up that morning like she did always. A smile on her face and a skip in her step. There was nothign to stop her. She lived in the lap of luxury. Her father being a famed musician and her mother a model. Chantal modeled at time but what she more interested in was acting! She wanted to be in movies, plays, and Broadway musicals. Today she would have a chance to be on set only because of her friend Ryker. A smile sat on her face as she picked out an outfit to wear. It was an outfit from Paris that she wore. All the clothing in her closet was cataloged by country and color. That way it was easier to find what she was looking for. Her closet was enormous and it didn't stop there. Her bedroom was just as grand. It was all a spectacle as you walked into the Paxton household.

After finishing her makeup, Chantal walked down the stairs with her kitten in her arms. The kissed the top of it's head and set it down on the living room floor where it ran off to join it's twin. Chantal gave a smile to her parents and two kisses to both. Today I'll be at the studio with Ryker. Text me if you need me. Kisses! She walked out of her house and down thew street, her phone in her hand typing on the full keyboard.


To: Ry Ry
From: Chantal
Message: Hey, I'm on my way to the gates of your house. (:


Chantal hit send and walked along the pavement, her heels making a click with each step. Everyone gave her a smile and a wave and she did the same back. Her family was well known and it was honestly the best thing if you were a Paxton. Paxton's knew how to work it, and sell it. It was all magnificent.

Chantal reached the gates of Ryker's house and walked up to him. Hey! She smiled at him and gazed in how eyes. There was somethign about him and she wanted this relationship to be more. What a scandal that would cause! But hell, it would be amazing!

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Aaron slid his phone into the pocket of his jacket and smiled. This party would be the s**t and he's have all the girls on him once more that night. It was like this at every party. His parents had told him that he needed to stop this way of living but he didn't care what they said. It was who he was. Some liked to say he put on this act and he was just following the lead of others. Yea, that wasn't the case. Aaron had been like this since preschool. Even at the age of six he had all the six year old girls after him. He stood outside with a cigarette on his lips and a lighter in hsi hand. This one party would bring him to become the greatest and surpass all the rest. But there was one person in particular he hoped to see at tonight's shindig. That person being Zoey Asher. She was gorgeous and he was falling for her. Not your typical Aaron move but hey, there's a first time for everything.

Aaron's phone vibrated and he saw texts pouring into his phone inbox. Well this was getting around quick. He flipped out the phones keyboard and sent a text to hsi best friend, Oliver Harper. Aaron and Oliver had been friends since they were born. He was surprised that Oliver didn't act the same btu hey, everyone had their own way of life.

To: Oli
From: Aaron
Message: Party at eight.
You coming?
It's gonna be at The Luxe!

Aaron hit send and then waited for the incoming texts to finally stop. When his inbox was full he cleared it out and about ten more filed in. That was the last of the texts for awhile and he was thankful. Sometimes throwing parties wasn't a good thing for his phone. Especially if he sent the invites via text. Aaron finished with his cigarette and threw it to the ground and crushed it under the black Chuck Taylor's he wore. He walked off and through the front door of hsi house. Just because he lived in the 90210, it didn't mean he was all that rich. His parents had fairly good jobs. His father was a lawyer and his mother a surgeon. They made more money that most people btu they weren't like some. Those some being Chantal Paxton's family. Her father was a famed musician, one that Aaron listened to, and her mother was a model. Aaron had never really seen her mother except for billboards and magazines. She was pretty hot from what he saw.

Aaron ran up the stairs to his room and didn't get yelled at. He assumed his parents were working. His mom working possibly and his dad asleep already or at the court house. Either way he was alone in the house.

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Chantal gave a sigh as she sat on the chase lounge in her bedroom. Zoey sat on a chair opposite of Chantal. We really need to go to a party this weekend. She picked up the cell that sat on the arm of the lounge and read a text message from a friend. It seemed that tonight there would be a huge party. Who was throwing that party? Well none other than the infamous bad boy, Aaron Law. He was known to be a seductive yet rude boy yet none of the girls seemed to care. Their hearts fluttered in his presence and quite honestly, Chantal could give less about him. Aaron never really had caught her eye. He was just another boy who was all the same to her. She stood up and picked up the kitten that laid on the floor of her bedroom. The living space she had was beyond average. Her father was a musician and her mother a model. Sometimes Chantal would model but not often. She was more into acting. Plays and maybe Broadway musicals. Chantal gave the kitten's head a kiss before setting her in the seat in which Chantal had just got up from.

She moved around the room with grace until she appeared at her closet door. We have a party and it's hosted by Aaron Law. A smirk was on her face as she went through many outfits to wear. Finally she came upon one for herself and another for Zoey. Chantal held up the outfit for Zoey. Is this alright for you? She smiled before setting it down on the arm of the chair in which Zoey sat in. She then walked back to where her outfit lay and then held it up while she looked in a mirror. Chantal loved the outfit she had picked for herself. She walked into the closet and shut the door behind her as she changed clothing.

About thirty minutes later, Chantal had walked out of the closet in her new outfit. Zoey babe, we will turn heads tonight at the club! All parties were hosted at clubs in Beverly Hills. Even if the people were pooor, they spent all their time with elaborate parties and clubs. It was how you did it down here. Or at least for Chantal it was. Her heels clicked in the tiled flooring as she walked to her bed and turned the TV on. The weather would be nice to know. Apparently it was warm with a slight breeze. So this had to be one of the most perfect outfits she had chosen. The party started in under an hour and they had a lot to do so they would look their best. Chantal walked back over to the chase lounge and picked the kitten up before sitting herself down and the kitten on her lap.

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Tonight was the night of a big party and Chantla wasn't going to miss it for the world. She went through the millions of clothing she owned until she found the prefect outfit for the club. She walked out of the closet and into her bedroom. The room was every girl's fantasy and she had it. Sometimes it made her friends jealous but Chantal never cared. She was Miss Rich and Famous. Miss Model and Miss Musician. She had everything that her heart desired and more. Her family resided in Beverly Hills, the hottest place in California and no one begged to differ.

Chantal made her way down the stairs and out the house. She made her way to the mint green Porsche her parents had bought for her sweet sixteen. Again, she had her heart's desire. Chantal hopped into the gray leather material and put the key into the ignition. Next stop, The Luxe, one of the most famous clubs ever. She was hosting one of the best parties this city would ever see. Maybe she would see who she wanted. Which was possibly everyone. Except there was someone she really wanted to see. He was a bad boy, and she would never admit that she was falling for him.

Chantal pulled into the parking lot of the club and walked to the door. A bodyguard stood there and he gave her a smile. Hello Miss Paxton. He lte her in and Chantal gave a wave back. He had the list of invitee's and that was perfect. Who was at the top of the list, well none other than Mister Bad Boy. Chantal looked at the club and was overwhelmed by the neon colors and bright interior. This was going to be huge.

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Bethany gave a sigh for help as she sat alone in her room with nothing to do. What was there to do? It was a lonely Saturday afternoon with no one to share it with. Recently her and Robby had broke up and this left her with nothing. He was her everything and what was the reason for the relationship to end. She caught him at one of the parties with her best friend Chantal. It was a horrible sight to see. The two of them half naked and all over each other. Robby had tried to explain through her tears that it was Chantal who seduced him and he had nothing to do with it. Bethany didn't believe him so she went on her way, tear filled eyes as one of her friends George comforted her.

As she watched the television, her phone rang with the tone of Starstruck by Lady Gaga. Bethany picked up her phone and read the text from George about the party he was throwing. The party was of course for his birthday. A smile appeared on the girl's face as she knew that her day had just been saved. They were going to The Luxe. One of the better clubs in town where you wouldn't get shot. She gracefully walked to her closet and found the perfect clubbing outfit. She slipped it on and then hurried down the stairs and out the front door like that. She really didn't want to wake her parents from their naps.

Bethany reached the club and walked in the door of it. She saw Jack and gave a sigh. Honestly she really didn't want to mess with him. Bethany knew what would happen in the end. She would get drunk, get ********, and then be left for dead. She avoided him entirely for the time being but soon enough she had to approach because there was George. Bethany walked over to George and gave him hugs and kisses. Happy birthday! She had a gentle smile on her face and didn't dare look at Jack. Sure maybe she wanted him badly but there was no way that now she would give in. He had been trying to bone her for years and now would possibly be his chance if she slipped up. It would only be a matter of time though.

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Derek gave her a smile and began to slip his boxers and jeans back on. While he was putting on his black shirt he answered Andi back. I guess you're right and I drove, like always. Derek was now fully dressed and fixing his hair in a mirror. It looked ok, somewhat like before he had sex. Well it didn't matter. They were leaving so it wouldn't be a huge problem. Well maybe for her. I wouldn't say strict, but they both were drill sergeants. Derek gave a laugh as he sat on the bed and slipped on his socks and shoes.

The idea of a private party with Andi sounded just like a dream. Except that now Derek knew this was reality and he was possibly the luckiest guy on earth. That made his hopes soar and he knew he would have a chance wiht anyone now. Ready? He still sat on the bed and gazed at her flawless perfection. He knew he probably looked stupid, but hell, wouldn't anyone if they had Andi? Andi was every guy's dream and it was the one Derek had dreamed of for some time now and now it was all falling into place. The only thing that could shatter him were his parents who were possibly already asleep by now or at the neighbor's. It would be tough to get past them. Even the slightest movement would set them into action. Derek had to think of a quick plan as he drove. He stood up from the bed and walked over to Andi and wrapped his arms around her waist and rested his chin on her shoulder.

[ ooc;; yea. but maybe this won't die out so soon. if we keep posting. haha(: ]

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Jenna looked at Jasper who was now gone. As she searched all around the rink she finally saw him slinking his way over to her. Derek had been gone for a while now, maybe he actually did get some. She laughed a little at that and then began to tap her heel impatiently as she waited for Jasper to already to get over here. Jenna tried to look like she wasn't being desperate or anything but it didn't quite work out that way. She was tapping her foot, biting her lower lip. Mostly anything that a girl in love would do while staying the night at her boyfriend's house or a girl watching her crush from a distance. Jenna was shy but when she was around Jasper it was even worse. She would have to stop texting for the night in order to get over that.

Jenna was now with Jasper as he stood by her. She looekd down at her heels. Hey.. She was now feeling the butterflies fly in the abyss of her stomach. It made her fingertips tingle and he lip quiver. All fo this was because her crush was in the presence of her, and just because she asked. Jenna knew there was a connection between them but she wasn't so sure of it.

[ ooc;; mind making your posts a lot longer. thanks (: ]






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Bethany kicked the ball into the goal and felt her phone vibrate. It was a good thing the coach said take five. She walked over to the bench taking her water and pulling out her vibrating phone to see it was Lexi calling her. Bethany took a sip of water before hitting accept on the phone. She pulled the phone up to her ear. Hey! Bethany sat on the bench and the other teammates seemed to be talking with each other. So really she wasn't bothering anyone with her phone call. The only person who would really care was their coach, but it was break so she had time to kill. Even though five minutes can go by so fast.

Are you coming ot my game today? Bethany crossed her knee high sock covered legs. She had on all her gear for the game. Shin guards, cleats, jersey, headband. Her hair was pulled back into a ponytail like it always was for games and the green headband held her bangs away from her face. She had no makeup on today because there was no point and she was planning on heading to the beach later on in the afternoon after the game and maybe Lexi could join in. The coach blew the whistle and Bethany sighed. I have to go now. Come to the game. She hung up and gathered around the coach as he gave some words of advice before they began to practice once more.

Bethany ran up and down the field to try and get into the groove of running a whole bunch. She had never liked to run really but since she had started playing soccer for the school, she had a lot more respect for it. Bethany used to be a fat little girl and her parents had forced her into this hell of a sport. Immediately, she fell in love with it and it became her life. The pounds shed and the muscle grew. She became someone new, her skin was clearer and her eyes brighter. Her smile wider and her confidence higher. Bethany an some more befopre doing drills. The coach had them do some cooperation exercises. The one they did most of the time was a triangle formation when they would all take turns passing the ball. Another one they did was somewhat of a braid. As they ran they would pass the ball on and it would form a braid of three people.

It was now about two hours from the game and Bethany was getting a little nervous. The coach let them rest for about twenty minutes now. She stood with her friends Ana, Chelsey, and Lizzie. They had all grown up together since Bethany moved here and had stayed friends since well then. They all laughed and sat together in a circle. Ana puled out her camera and the four of them started to pose and make all kinds of faces. It was really nice to have friends like them.

Well the twenty minutes passed by quickly and again they were back to formations and exercises. It wasn't that bad when you had been playing soccer since you were about six or seven and had continued it on from then. She looked up at the bleachers to only see two people; Ryu and that new girl. Gustav wasn't here yet and that worried her a little. He was always the first one to show up at the games. Bethany just continued on with her pre-game practice.




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Two people walked down the terminals of an airport in South Africa, they both had the looks of a couple in their fourties. The female had a proud look on her face and she carried a briefcase in hand, her black gloved hands clutched to the handle. The outfit she wore wasn't all that strange. Her black calf high boots made a click sound with each step. She wore dark black sunglasses and you couldn't see her green eyes. The male on the other hand looked just the same. Albert dearest, what number is our terminal? The female's name was Bethany Bell. The man she talked to was Albert Wesker. He was infamous in the viral world for the many weapons and viruses he had produced from Umbrella.

The female pulled off her sunglasses and shook her dark brown hair. The nags moved in front of her face and covered one of her eyes. She had a smirk on her face from the day's previous events. They had terminated Excella Gionne, and that in her own mind was a prize that only the two could achieve. She stopped and looked at Albert. He was a blonde and she was dearly attracted to him. Not only for his looks but his mass intelligence and strength. Bethany was lucky to work by his side and earn his trust.

They continued to walk and she ran a gloved hand through her hair. The curls fell all over the place and made her feel a lot sexier. The briefcase she held contained a sample of the T-Virus and many other viruses. These would get them farther into their plan to dominate the world. Bethany was sure of it. No one had the right amount of skill, expertise, and intelligence that these two did. the only other people who did were dead now. They had been terminated long ago, before all of this had became what it was. Bethany had been Albert's assistant since Raccoon City. She had worked under Albert Wesker and William Birkin. That was an honor there in it's own right.




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spacespacespacespace ♥ _M a y b e ,_ I_ m i g h t_ h a v e _ a _ p l a n .




spacespacespacespace » There is one way to e s c a p e this whole m e s s and that is to b e c o m e something entirely d i f f e r e n t
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Bethany glanced over to see him smile a little, but then she noticed his arm was out. That only meant one thing and it didn't mean to hold his hand. It meant he needed some stabilizer. She leaned over to the briefcase and opened it up to pull out a needle and vial. This was PG67A/W, the stabilizer that kept the virus in Wesker's body from killing him. God only knows what would become if that happened. She looked at the vial and then stuck it behind the needle and moved over to his arm. Carefully she injected it into the bend of his elbow. Bethany was used to doing this so basically she was a qualified nurse except that she had no medical degree to support it.

It was done with now and the placed the two objects in the briefcase once more and locked it. I was thinking once we got to Italy that we could take some personal time off for maybe a few days and then get to work? All Bethany knew is that they would be living in luxury like always. Albert was a rich man and that place in Africa, the slums as she had called it, probably didn't satisfy his motives. Then again, he almost had Chris and that other woman, Sheva. Chris, the name brought back the many fights and many bullets fired. The boy was ambitious and never stopped. Always he tried to bring down the plans of Bethany and Albert. He just wouldn't give up, but every time he played for the losing team. Lets' go back a few years to Raccoon City; Bethany, Albert, Chris, Jill, Barry, Rebecca, and whoever else were investigating the mansion. Well everyone except Bethany and Albert. They were getting information. The whole place went up in flames and the two were pronounced dead, or so they thought. Russia; Sergei, Chris, Jill, Bethany, Albert. The first three were trying to prevent Bethany and Albert. They failed and the whole place went up in flames. Africa we already know.

She looked over at Albert with seduction. You can be a little more informal now. The pilot area is soundproof, I made sure of it. Bethany took up her phone again and began to look over research once more. They owned so many companies that they had to keep up with them all somehow.




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Bethany hopped off the monorail that led to the underground facility called The Hive. This facility belonged to Umbrella and it was buried deep underneath Raccoon City. No one except employee's of Umbrella were aware of this secret facility. It was used for testing of new drugs, electronics, and anything else Umbrella produced for the rest of the world. Being a part of Umbrella was possibly the best thing you could do. They took care of you and you weren't hassled, well most of the time. Now why is some mid-twenty female part of this giant corporation? Well Bethany is one of the elite specialist on the security teams. She's a tech, master of unlocking and decoding. Now how does a girl like her go about doing this job? Well she only goes on the big missions. Why is she doing this one? Well about maybe two months ago a team was sent down here, no one returned, not even Rain or Kaplan. Kaplan, he was the man who was supposed to wed Bethany. Now he was gone.

The second team stood outside of a giant sealed door, the only way into the hive now. They had no information about what was on the other side or what caused the first team to never complete their mission of shutting the Red Queen down. She knew they had done it, Kaplan was capable of it, he was just like her. The tech of the group. He was a sweet guy and knew how to treat people with respect. Well enough of the past, it would ruin Bethany and she wouldn't be able to keep up with the mission. She stood in front of the door, a small computer in her arms as she tried to find a way to open this seal. She was getting some readings of life but there weren't many around. That shouldn't be a good thing but for right now it was. Something horrid lurked down here, she could sense it.

Bethany couldn't find a way in, the system, well the Red Queen was preventing her from entering. A message popped up onto her screen. An error message. God damn it! How am I supposed to work with error's popping up everywhere? Damn Red Queen is preventing me from opening the door. She was outrage and wanted to throw the computer down to the ground but she kept herself calm, well calm as she could. She set the computer down and then pulled out a GPS device, there had to be another way around. The GPS pulled up a three dimensional map of The Hive. She looked at where they were and tried to calculate a route to where they could go. Nothing showed up, this was the only entrance. Bethany's face showed anger and she picked up the computer again and began to type in commands. Eventually she got to the pass code page. This was it. She typed in the code the boss had given her and the door began to slowly open.

She watched the door open with a smirk on her face and put the small computer back on her hip, right next to the GPS. She pulled out her gun and aimed it at ready, while flicking the flashlight on. This is where it would all began. Their team consisted of maybe six people. Four males, and two females, her being one of the females. The captain went in first and checked around before he called the rest in.

Bethany followed slowly behain and looked everywhere her flashlight would reach. Not far was the answer. She saw nothing, she pulled out her computer again, this time she pulled up the map of The Hive. The red dots were themselves and the blue dots were supposedly the last team. Their bodies were scattered in different places, one seemed to still be moving. Could it have been Kaplan, oh how she hoped. Whatever went on down here had to be bad.

Bethany heard something move in the background so she put the computer away and held her gun out. The laser on the end of her gun touched nothing so she eased her finger off the trigger. She couldn't afford a misfire after the last mission. She had shot one of the team members. What was she supposed to do? A guy was holding him with a gun at his throat. Luckily, Bethany had shot the guy down as well, so really it wasn't all that bad except for the yelling she got from the captain about how she endangered the life of her fellow teammate. She couldn't have let the guy die?




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[l i v beckoned - - -]

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Holly Valentine, the female vocalist for the most popular group named Hyper Crush. How did she ever end up in this position? Well its quite easy. The band originally started with Preston and Donny, but they were getting nowhere with just the two of them. they needed some pizazz and that's where Holly came into the picture. She was it; sexy, stunning, and her voice was like honey. The only reason she was asked is because during high school the three had been best friends but after high school, they split up and went their separate paths. Well she's back with her two friends, and it seems like a mixed up situation. It was a bit awkward when she met them again, they had no interests in common anymore except that they all wanted this to be a success. Well over time they got back to the comfort zone of high school friends. Well let's say best friends since they were born. That's the fun of it all, sharing a band, a lifetime together, and memories to last forever.

Holly smiled as she remembered the times before. She had her lime zebra printed suitcase in her hand and she looked at the tour bus. Donny was on her right and Preston on her left. What was there to do now? They would be with another two bands, and would be til this tour ended. So that's six months they would all be spending together. It was a good thing this bus was huge. She didn't like the fact that Hyper Crush, of all the three bands, didn't have their own bus. It made her mad, they were a lot better off then the other two bands. The names of the other two bands were The Arcade Riots and Sagittarius Disco. Weird names, but actually very original. She sighed and climbed the little steps that were right after the door. She looked inside the bus, it was full of neon lights and bright colors. That's the way it should be. All three bands were techno/electronic but they all had a different sound. Hyper Crush was sort of rap and all their songs had something to do with the 80's or maybe the 50's. It was usually either or, and sometimes both. The Arcade Riots were just about anything, but mostly partying. Sagittarius Disco, well Holly had never heard their music.

She looked back to see Donny and Preston setting the decorated keytar in the storage compartment of the bus. Holly didn't know what to do right now except possibly get on her laptop and check her MySpace page. What was there to do when the other bands had yet to arrive. They were leaving in under three hours and only Hyper Crush had shown up at the bus. Well that means they would get first picks on beds and s**t. Holly moved down the aisle and set her suitcase on one of the beds. It had hot pink cheetah patterned sheets, and that's what set it apart from the rest of the bedding. Other than the fact it said her name above it. She gave a smile and remembered how the manager asked what they would like the bus and such to look like. This was all his doing and he played it all well. Donny's bed was above her and Preston's across from hers. Holly set the suitcase on the bed and walked back to the dining area of the tour bus. She leaned out the bus door and looked at the two men still struggling to put the keytar in. Preston, why don't you just keep the keytar with you? Preston gave a face showing how smart of an idea that was and shook his head like he knew that. Donny just sighed and Holly laughed at the two.

[l i v beckoned - - -]

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Holly woke up to the sound of an alarm clock ringing in her ear. College time, how she dreaded going to school right now. She groaned and turned herself so she was sitting with her feet touching the floor while sitting on her bed. The light was peeking through her curtained window. By the looks of it, it was going to be a nice day. Holly stood up slowly and gave a stretch before walking to the bathroom where she looked at her face and hair in the mirror. The shower was behind her and she stripped out of her pajama's and stepped into the warm water that she had just turned on. It felt good on her cold skin, making the skin tingle with delight. She was in the shower for about an hour before hopping out and wrapping herself in a green towel and picking up her pajama's and then setting them on the messy bed. Her room was spotless, like always. She never felt the need for it to be messy. Her wall were covered with many photographs she had taken of her sister's over the years while in high school and earlier. Holly had always been fascinated with photography the day she laud her hand son her father camera. Even though she was scolded she continued to fantasize about the many pictures and ideas she could some up with. Over the course of the years she had bought herself a professional camera and began to experiment with different methods and techniques. During her four years of high school she joined the broadcasting team and became elite in it. Her teacher had recommended that she go to the art college after high school and pursue this as a career. That's exactly what Holly did, and is doing.

Holly held onto the towel that hugged her body while she looked through her closet and drawers. Finally she had an outfit that looked professional. Today Holly would be working with some new models. They wanted to get her ready for the real world. These models she would be working with are people who just stepped onto the scene. They wouldn't be used to being told where to stand or how to act. Plus there would be a modeling coach there so she wouldn't have to be bossy to them. Holly was not one for being bossy. She slipped on the outfit she had picked out and walked down the stairs and to the kitchen. No one seemed to be away yet. It wasn't that early, was it? Holly fixed herself a cup of coffee and leaned on the counter while looking through the e-mails in her iPhone. All the photo shoots Holly worked on got her some big money. She could buy all of the luxuries she had wished for as a kid and more. It was wondrous and sometimes she would buy little gifts for her younger siblings. Of course they would get overjoyed about being spoiled by their older sister. Holly loved her younger siblings and she wanted to be the favorite older sibling they had. Her brothers weren't always the best people to go to for help or anything.

Holly's phone rang while she was checking her lat e-mail. It was from the man she had started to crush on but had no guts to tell him how she felt. Of course Holly would act like this. She answered the phone with a shy little "hello". He was just telling her where the photo shoot would be held. Nothing more than that. Holly hung up and looked at the time. Almost time to jet. She grabbed the keys to her car and grabbed her purse. Of course the girl would have something nice for a car. She was still paying it off mind you. Ot wasn't a cheap car, she was lucky to get it at the price it was being offered at. Holly walked out the door and slid into the nice black leather seats of the mint green Mustang. It was always her dream car and now she was living the dream. She always got looks from her classmates about how she could afford all she had. Let's just say her family was way better off than most people who went to the college. New York was full of opportunities and some people never took those for granted. Holly and her family did and look at them now.

As she drove down the road she noticed that Nicole had left her book-bag in her car. Holly spun the car around and headed back to the house. She walked into the quiet household and left the book-bag on a chair in the living room before leaving the house once again and heading to one of the many Broadway studios. This would be a great day. Nice weather, great job, and great family. What more could she ask for other than getting with the very man who made her heart skip so many beats. That man being two years older and her teacher. So what if he was her teacher, he was in her age range and amazing. Holly dreamt about him any time she could, he made her feel like heaven on earth, like she was special. While Holly thought about all of this, she was driving to the studio for the day.