[<3]{|when the SUN goes DOWN||

[lorenzobonaventure]

Everything is hotter when the sun goes down.

God, wasn't it true? There was bound to be mayhem and madness at this place. It was just bound to happen. Chaos was impending, and hilarity ensued. The beach had merely been deserted a mere few minutes ago, and now it was crawling with adolescents of all ages.

And so the scene is painted: there was something enchanting about music on a beach, surrounded by a roaring fire and various tiki torches. The aroma of damn good barbeque was in the air, and for our vegan types who refused to eat meat, they provided the neccesities; tofu even. Yes, it did indeed look like it was going to be a fantastic Back to School Party. Such a setting, what a concept. But with every perfect party, my friends, there is indeed something imperfect. A pro to every con. The students of Valkyrie High may have been graced with such a warm atmosphere and good food. They may have had the advantages of being able to hold this shindig on the beautiful beach near their school, but this picture perfect setting was one that provoked social disaster. The hook-ups, the break-ups, and the fights were bound to ruin people's reputations, friendships and couplings.

Why such things happened at times like these was a mystery. But they never failed to happen. These kids were bound for a few surprises and faux pas. God, were they in for it.

And Lorenzo Bonaventure was among them. Oh, yes, however little he mattered in the bulk of society, he too would end up being a part of the drama that was to happen on this night, whether he knew it or not. He had allowed his locks to be styled this night, light brown hair done up into a small faux hawk. Eyes of blue, which normally would be on the festivities, were actually stuck on the one person here that would most likely command his attention the entire time: Arya Johnson. Yes, this is indeed the time and place that Lorenzo had invited Arya to go with him to as a first date. He found that the idea of attending a party as a first would be an amazing concept, as Arya would feel much more comfortable around other friends and not only confined to Lorenzo's side.

She stood at his side, his arm draped over her shoulders. Lorenzo was clad in a pair of snug fitting and very faded jeans, worn and torn in places that suggested he didn't buy them that way. A shirt of brown, fitted and sporting a white logo that read "Hurley*Co" on the front, festooned his torso. It was an altogether casual dress for a rather casual get-together. His skin looked more tan in the darkness, the bonfire in the middle of the party casting distorted shadows on his features, making them appear sharper in some places and softer in others. It really was an intoxicating scene.

Moving Arya toward the mass of people near the food, Lorenzo laughed, albeit, his laughter was lost in the sea of voices. They melted into the crowd, becoming just yet two more part goers at a school bonfire. The music roared on, people danced and people ate. People talked and or tried to at least. Bodies met other bodies, skin against skin, hip to hip. Oh so scandalous.

Let the festivities begin.

[aryajohnson]

If Arya wasn’t too shy to say it, she’d say she looked quite pretty in her causal clothing. Of course, it was only Lorenzo’s arm around her shoulders that kept her from being bombarded by every single boy at the beach. She looked at the bonfire, keeping close to Lorenzo. The fire burned in her eyes, making her look away. There were so many people here. She only knew a few. The made her just want to cling to Lorenzo even more. Not like he’d mind, seeing as if Valkyrie’s boys decided to make a fan club of her, he’d be the captain. And no one she knew could speak Spanish as well as the rich Bonaventure seventeen year old.

Arya Johnson’s shoulder length brown hair was in a light brown pony, bouncing on her darkly tanned Hispanic shoulders. Her shoulders were covered by only a light blue strap of her spaghetti strap shirt that stretched down to her white knee-length skirt. Afraid that she was overdoing it, she only chose blue flip-flops. Maybe later, she’d take them off to dance or something. Her lips were covered by light strawberry lip gloss. Golden eyeliner lay on her oval shaped eyes as blue eye shadow covered her eyelids.

Her cheeks were bright red, not because of make-up. Oh no, this was her blushing. Luckily for her, she and Lorenzo weren’t in the best of light. She looked around, accepting the weight of his arm gratefully. Her slim body was close to Lorenzo’s for protection. She was the only person she could really talk to. And he was the only person she really wanted to talk to, if you want the truth.
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[lorenzobonaventure]

Lorenzo glanced over at his date, looking down at her, raising a brow. Even in this atmosphere, she looked so small, so meek. God. He'd break her out of that shell soon enough. He had the faintest idea of how to do so... She always looked so carefree when she was dancing, so naturally, he figured that she'd loosen up while doing so. But Lorenzo didn't want to rush into things. The last thing he needed to do was to frighten her by being much too forward. After all, he wasn't playing around anymore. Making Arya embarassed was no longer a game he was interested in playing. Now. Making her fall madly in love with him? That sounded like a game worth playing to our Lorenzo Zaniel Bonaventure.

Squeezing her shoulder reassuringly, Lorenzo gestured to the food, "La comida ve buena, huh? Quieres? O debemos bailar ahora? Creo que debemos bailar mas adelante... Pero, decides." The food looks good, huh? You want any? Or should we dance now? I think we should dance later... But you decide. Looking toward both options, Lorenzo didn't mention that there was a third which many people already were partaking in... But he wasn't about to become part of that. It was strange that it was barely ten minutes into the party and there were people in corners, girls on guys' laps, lips locked, hands pretty much everywhere. To romantic like Lorenzo, the scene was simply disgusting.

Absentmindedly, while observing the other teenagers sucking face, Lorenzo had tightened his hold on Arya, not drastically, but enough so that the gesture seemed somewhat possessive. Again, his eyes moved back to Arya's and he grinned broadly, "La fiesta es divertido. Estoy entusiasmada. Y estoy contento que yo asisto aqui contigo." The party is fun. I'm excited. And I'm glad I came here with you.

[alexandrabastian]

Alexandra stood in the sand, admiring the scene around her.

Within moments of sunrise, the kids had begun to crowd the beach, all in anticipation of the bonfire. They'd been here for hours, but she had come now, when the party was really starting. Smiling, she pulled her sleek phone from her jean-skirt's pocket, opening it to text message Reed as she walked aimlessly around the shore.

"Reed,
I'm at the beach. If you're here, let me know, if not, come down. I'll be waiting.

-Alexandra"

She typed quickly, reluctantly leaving off the heart she tended to put after her name. She knew there was no better place for romance than a beach party, as the various couples were demonstrating, and she was taking advantage of this. As she walked along the shore, passing the familliar faces of Lorenzo and Arya, she made the mistake of not watching her step. Soon, she had slipped on some stray sea-weed, and her phone was in the salty water of the ocean.

"SHIT!" She yelled, stepping into the water with a shudder, the icy-coldness of it freezing her very core. She knelt down, hands sifting through sand and water, searching for her phone. No luck. As she stood, she heard the muffled voice of one of the current indie-favorite bands, and then it faded away. She'd never know what Reed replied in that message.

It didn't matter if she found her phone or not, she knew it was dead. She'd need to replace it.

She sighed, now utterly pissed off.

Little did she know that her bad day had only just begun, and soon enough the one girl she hated would be the only one she had to talk to. She sighed, shaking her head and walking into a small cottage-type thing by the barbeques. The equipment shed, it held all the things necessary for a good time: Volleyballs, beach balls, surf boards; the works. She strode in, the door slamming shut behind her. She turned, jiggling the handle.

"Shit." She said again, this time a bit more quietly.
She was locked in. [/color]

[aryajohnson]

Arya indeed looked small, especially when Lorenzo looked at her. She turned her face to the shadows, shrinking away from his look. Her cheeks turned redder, as she turned into him slightly. She stretched her neck slightly, touching her hip to his on accident. As soon as she felt his hip, she moved away slightly, trying to conceal her tomato cheeks. She shifted, not knowing how to react to that. Stupid, stupid, stupid, Arya! she thought. You don’t do that to ANYONE, even if he is your date! After she was finished mentally beating herself up, she told Lorenzo what she wanted to do and how she was so sorry about their hips touching. But, before that, she touched her hip, trying to get the weird feeling out of it.

“Apesadumbrado,” Arya said, not doing well to conceal her blush that was steadily growing. She listened to his statements, then replied, “Y déjenos comen y hablan, después bailan.” She smiled, nodding. Yes, that was the best thing to do. Eat, talk, then dance. Eating made her slightly comfortable, talking would get them more familiar with each other, and dancing would make Arya free and loose.

She shifted, very uncomfortable. She tried to make herself as small as possible. She looked around, seeing some people all over each other. She would never do that with a boy. Or maybe she would. Just not anytime soon. It disgusted her. She turned away from them, smiling at his protective/possessive squeeze around her shoulders.
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[kylieanderson]

The female threw her flip flops into the back seat of her Honda Civic before she opened the door and got out. The one thing that she hated at the beach was the feel of sand in her shoes. It just drove her crazy, and not the good kind of crazy. Of course the white shoes did match her short, white skirt that blew in the wind, but they weren't at all necessary if it meant that she could feel the sand between her toes.

After getting out of the car, and locking it, Ky threw the keys into her white, matching purse, then pulled out her slim cell phone. As she pulled at the light blue cami that was on the upper half of her body, she used her other hand to begin texting her brother about the fight that she had gotten into with her father not hours ago.

Once Kylie finally reached the party, she was done texting and her light brown eyes were now looking around for someone that she might know. Nope. There was no one so far. She then began to beat herself up on the inside for coming so early and having no one to talk to. Hopefully the whole night wouldn't be like this.

Her straight hair blew back behing her as she walked around the giant fire to get to the other side. Maybe someone she knew would be over there. Maybe all of her friends weren't coming. There was also the possibility that they were all just busy and she couldn't see them. Kylie was probably freaking out for no reason at all.

[lorenzobonaventure]

He noticed her shift and change her position and movements every few seconds, and Lorenzo wondered if it was him making her squirm so uncomfortably, but then he put the thought out of his head. She was shy. Reserved. Of course she'd act a little wary of him. She hardly spoke unless spoken to. So Lorenzo lightly let his arm fall down, and he suddenly hooked it around her waist, bringing their hips together again. Ah, the sly devil. "Ay, Arya. Tiene divertido. No debes nervioso. Yo estoy tan nervioso como ti, pero porque eres muy hermosa. Yo tengo una excusa buena... No tienes uno. A menos que piensas yo soy hermoso tambien." Ay, Arya. Have fun. You don't need to be nervous. I'm as nervous as you, but because you're beautiful. I have a good excuse. You don't have one. Unless you think I'm beautiful also.

At his last comment, he looked down at her, batting his eye lashes ridiculously fast, obviously joking about him being beautiful. It was just another attempt at loosening the poor girl up. Finally, he spun her around to face the food and then gestured to it with a broad sweep of his arm. "Que quieres comer? Hay muchas diferentes comidas... Yo quiero una hamburguesa. Y ti?" What do you want to eat? There's a lot of different foods... I want a cheeseburger. And you? He stood for a moment before finally moving closer toward the table.

"Ah. Good times. Good times..." he said aloud, more so to himself than to Arya. At the same time he paid attention to her, he also searched feverishly for his own friends. Like Lane. Where the hell was that guy? He hadn't seen him in forever.

ooc;; WRITER'S BLOCK. ><

[antonybastian]

Antony strode along the shore, his thoughts swirling through his head in a flurry of pictures and words. It was bonfire time, and he was suited for the occasion:
A pair of comfortable navy blue cotton drawstring pants covered him up from the waist down, stopping short at his ankles where they had been rolled up to avoid the water. He wore Hollister flip-flops in the same shade of blue, the wet sand getting caught between his toes. It was an annoying feeling, but he could deal with it. He sighed, sticking a slightly pale hand into the pocket of his pants and retrieving his phone.

He quickly scrolled through the contact list, stopping at one name in-particular; Kylie. He pressed a button and typed a message up, a grin coming to his face.

"Hey, Kidd. I'm at the beach, are you?
Let me know.
lessthanthree, Antony."

He tucked his phone away, zipping up his white hoodie with the navy writing. Today would be a nice day, as long as he could spend it with Kylie.

He began walking, looking around at all the people and hoping to spot a friendly face. After a few dozen people, his eyes rested on a girl in white and blue, and he smiled brightly. Kylie.

He walked up behind her quietly, standing perfectly still, wondering when she would notice.[/color]

[kylieanderson]

The smell of meat made the girl's nose sick. She could tell that it was all red meat, not something that she'd like to eat. Of course she hadn't been over to see what food they had, so she didn't realize that they had stuff for vegiterians. She was about to go over there though, to get a drink. However, the sound of her cell phone recieveing a text message kept her from moving from that spot.

She pulled out her phone, after having to dig for it through a very messy purse. "Ouch," she mumbled softly as one of her manicured fingers hit something hard in her purse. Ah. It was the cell phone. She flipped it open and read what Antony had sent her. It didn't take Kylie very long to reply with,

"Yeah, I'm here too.
Where are you at?
I'm about to go and get a drink.
Come meet me there.
-Kylie"

Ky threw her phone back into her purse, but before she started to walk away, she heard the noise of Antony's phone behind her. She jumped, having been frightened from the noise. Kylie turned to see Antony there. "Oh my gosh! Don't do that to me!" she exclaimed while hugging him.

[antonybastian]

Antony laughed, hugging her back.
"Sorry about that, I just wanted to see how long it would take you to notice me." He smiled, then backed away from the hug and intertwined his hand with her's, "Want to go grab a bite?" He asked, eyeing a small table of fruitkabobs.

He loved those things.
"And then we can go for a walk along the beach and catch up." He smiled, remembering the spot he wanted to take her; the spot with the build-a-bear and flowers. But that was a surprise for later, when they had worn themselves out with walking and talking.[/color]

[kylieanderson]

She was happy to know that she was already getting close to someone at Valkyrie that year. It made her feel like she was actually wanted there. Having friends was a wonderful thing.

"No, I'm not too hungry, but I can watch you eat if you want some food. I'll just get a drink and I'll be fine." The truth was that the smell of everything had made her lose her appitite. Different aromas mixing togther was gross in her opinion.

"That walk sounds great, by the way." As Kylie smiled, she touched her forehead against the side of Antony's head. A second later she kissed the boy's cheek. Butterflies seemed to fill her stomach. She was so nervous that she'd do something wrong, yet she was excited to be there with him.

[aryajohnson]

Arya shifted again, changing her feet’s position. She never expected Lorenzo to do what he did, but he did it. One moment his arm was on her shoulders and the next moment she was being pulled into his hip so they were touching. She blushed again; it really wasn’t a surprise. She was cursed with this horrible shyness and being born in Spain, then having to come here. Then again, it was a blessing that she came here and met Lorenzo. “Estoy teniendo diversion,” she protested, her large brown eyes shining. “Y usted son incorrectos. Necesito ser nervioso. La dudo, Lorenzo.” She paused for a moment to giggle. “Que no pienso que usted es hermoso, yo piensa su hermoso.”

The sixteen year old laughed at him. She couldn’t believe how relaxed and easy going he was around her. She felt so free around him. It was as if she could tell him anything at all without worrying about his reaction. She’d known him how long him? A week, maybe a week and half. That was amazing. She’d never felt like this with another boy before. If it only took a week and half to feel like this, how would she be feeling in a month? Two months? There was no telling. “Oh!” she said, her reaction to being spun around and faced towards the food table. “Me deseo... no sé,” she said, thinking. She looked around at all the different foods. She saw nothing she had eaten before. “Me no utilizan al alimento americano. ¿Cuál es bueno alrededor aquí?”

She spun around to look at him, tearing her gaze away from the smells of chips, salsa, and cooking steaks and hamburgers. She smiled up at him, seeming more relaxed then a few minutes ago. She stayed like that for a minute, before tearing her gaze away from him and blushing. Idiot, idiot, idiot. Why do you keep messing up? she thought.

OOC: Arya’s thoughts are in Spanish, I just don’t want to translate that.
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[sariavanembden]

Saria really hadn't intended on going to this party, but the noise of it all intrigued her. Pissed her off a bit too. She hadn't been out to party in a while and so here she was coming out to join the fun. No drinking at this party; she didn't want the conflict tonight.

Her hair was pulled up messily into a ponytail. The bangs sideswept to the side. She wasn't dressed up; denim shorts and a striped (blue and white) shirt. The sleeves stopped right before the elbow. Didn't feel like wearing her bikini under her clothes; she went for comfort. Not like she would go swimming tonight.

She walked slowly around the beach; sand going in between her toes. Saria hadn't even thought of sandals when she walked out of her apartment to the beach. Never does, proablly never will. At least when it comes to going out to the beach.

The beach crowd almost made her feel claustrophobic. Weirdly she had been through even more crowed places though. She took in a deep breath and headed over to get a bite to eat to make her feel better. She was starved.

A part from being crowded, she couldn't tell see anyone she knew. "What a great night this is going to be," she thought to herself almost at the grill.
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[antonybastian]

Antony blushed hotly, his smile broadening.
"Well, we can both get a drink, then." He began to walk slowly, passing the equipment shed that, unbeknownst to him, his sister was locked in, "And later tonight, I've got a surprise for you."

He led her along, ordering her a drink, and getting himself a bottle of water, and then pulled her father along the beach, wishing they could get lost in the bliss of the moment.

The whole thing felt like a movie; a romantic beach bonfire, the whole school around, the girl he wanted wanting him, the beautiful shore and ocean. It was great.

"Hey," He said, having a brilliant idea, "Let's go sea-shell hunting!"[/color]

[kylieanderson]

Kylie laughed softly to herself as she took a drink from the plastic martini glass that she had gotten with the drink that Antony had ordered her. It seemed like she hadn't had a drink in forever, so she was thankful for this party. The drinking wasn't the best part of the party either; Antony was. He seemed to be just like Kylie since they both liked photography, they both liked doing child-like things, and they both wanted each other.

"Are you serious? You want to go sea-shell hunting? That sounds great!" Her whole face lit up when she grinned at him. She kissed his cheek again. "I knew there was some reason that I liked you." The girl quickly bit her tongue after saying that. She had probably just made a mistake. Ky took another sip of her drink to try and avoic saying something else that was stupid.