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

[Min-Sook Park]

Nikki started getting wet in the water. Yes, she had a dress on but only her feet were wet. She took off her shoes so none of her clothes were really wet. The water was warm right now and it felt good to be in it.

Nikki started to think about Jem. So many questions filled her mind. She she tell Jem she liked him? Maybe just send a note...Should she just give up on him and find someone else? Nope. Jem was unlike other guys, and that made her like him. Maybe she should wait until he comes up to her.

[kylieanderson]

"Mmm. The sweetest guy ever. I swear that you are. Why couldn't I have met you sooner? The library really is a wonderful place to meet people," she said softly, her voice kind of drifting away in the wind as she did so. As she spoke to him she didn't look at him, she just kind of stared out into the ocean.

She laid her towel out on the ground, then sat down on it. She placed the bear, the roses, and the picture on it. Gosh. That sure was a big and wonderful surprise he had given her. It was just hard to carry it all around. Kylie wasn't sure how she should sit since she was wearing a very wet mini skirt. She just prayed that no one would look at her.

She took a fruitkabob from the tray, and started to nibble on a strawberry, her favorite. "Mmm," came softly from her mouth as she did this.

[antonybastian]

Antony grinned, for the billionth time that night, "You're welcome," He said, picking up a veggiekabob and biting down on a bright red tomato. Really, it should have been in the fruitkabob, but he wasn't going to complain.

"So, tell me more about yourself," He said, realizing her knew hardly anything about her family, "I mean, your family. Sisters? Brothers? Cousins? Anything?" He said, laughing.

He suddenly felt odd, dating a girl he barely knew. 'What's her favorite color? Animal? Where does she go on vacation?' He asked himself, 'I know nothing about her!'[/color]

[kylieanderson]

It was then that Kylie realized that she too knew nothing about him. Wow. Maybe she had made a mistake by dating him so soon since they hardly knew each other. There was some connection there though, and she didn't want to lose that. Yeah, she decided that was why she had wanted to date him so soon.

"Um. Well." She started to blush a little. She hated talking about her family life and everything else about her because she felt like that didn't matter. She'd rather know about his life. "My parents are still married and they live in the Valks," she spoke slowly. "I have an older brother, who got married and lives in some other state. He hardly comes to visit, so I don't know too much about him anymore. We used to be like best friends."

Did she have to go on talking about her family? It would probablt be rude to end so soon. "My daddy's in the Army, so he's gone a lot. I just got in a fight with him today because he's home and he wants me to live there..." She nodded some. "Yeah, that's probably more than you wanted to know. Tell me about your family."

[amanda]

The weather was practically perfect. Cool enough so her hair wouldn’t frizz, but just warm enough to wear the cute denim mini she’d been longing to sport. Arriving ‘fashionably late’ as usual, Amanda parked her Mercedes SUV somewhat crooked and hugging the sidewalk, and then removed the keys from the commission. It was a wonder how she ever got her license, being one of the worst drivers around.

Wavy dark brown strands of hair covered her face as she leaned into her back seat to retrieve her small black Gucci purse containing necessities for the night-lip gloss, cell phone, compact mirror and eyeliner.

Despite the fact that she’d been to about a million parties, as she hopped out of her car butterflies began to flutter in her stomach and she hesitated to go forward. She knew that each one brought new couples, break ups, drunken stories, and overall a lot more drama. ‘Ooh Valkyrie’ she thought sighing. “I need a drink,” she completed throwing her arms up in the air heading over to towards the food area. [/size]

[Anne Lévesque]

Anne simply shrugged, tugging a peice of windblown brown hair from her face & then chugged down the last of the beer. She then walked to the cooler and grabbed about a couple more to sooth her over working brain. She needed music! She needed to be hot boxing in someone's car right now! She waved to Bridget as she walked down to the shore and drank up. No one was in more of a party mood than herself, and she needed to be as loose as possible. So, during the whole fight, Anne was lazily drinking up as much as she could possibly let her stomach hold, and prayed for some peach schnapps. Oh, what a lovely drink. The first one she ever had.

It had been a couple of rounds, mixing not only beer, but maybe a couple of burning shots. She walked back towards the bonfire and ran her hand along the tough, built muscles of a group of water polo players.
"I need.. music? Come on. Where is the music?!" She called, needing maybe a couple more glasses. They pointed her in the direction of a boombox, that was making it's way on a guy's shoulder from the parking lot to their spot and with a couple more six packs. Perfect.

[jessicaholland]

Jessica watched as the party pushed on, and she, just content to sit and watch for once, instead of being in the middle of the drama. It felt good to take it easy for once in her life. Woe is her with everything, it was /so/ hard.

She watched as Amanda parked her car rather sloppily and climbed out. She waved to her in an attempt to catch her attention, and bring her over. She didn't have a date--atleast Jessi didn't see one with her, which was odd. Almost everyone brought a date. Everyone except for Jessica Holland, of course. Not because she didn't have one, but because she would rather not be tied down at a party.

Hookups, breakups and relationship problems were all the talk the week after a huge party went down. Jessi enjoyed being the spreader of rumors, not the spreadee.

[porcilen]

Jem saw Anne, and also saw her getting more drunk by the minut. He rolled his eyes and sat down on the beach and took a drink of his beer and looked around at the arriving people. It seemed every one was with, someone, accept him. Not like he cared or was jelous or anything, but he was getting exceptionally bored, witch made him drink him more, till he was about on his fith beer. Jem rubbed his eyes, he hadn't had as mutch to drink as most of the people there, but he was getting there.

Jem got up to get another beer and practically fell on top of Anne "Sorry" Jem said, trying to stand up.

[antonybastian]

Antony blushed, "Oh, well..." He paused, "Well, my mom is Italian. She's...weird. My dad is from Manhattan. My sister is a bitch," He laughed, smiling, "But the two of us get along better than anyone." He thought about his family for a moment, "My dad's girlfriend, Clara, is a real sweetheart. We get along, and she always looks out for me. She's more like a mom than my real one." He sighed, then blushed, "Anyways, I'm sixteen, I was born in July, my favorite color is turquiose, I love food, and I have a really great girlfriend named Kylie."

He smiled broadly, turning his foot in circles nervously.[/color]

[Anne Lévesque]

Anne had finished her little flirting circle with the waterpolo team, having made friends with every arm muscle and had started to make her way to the boombox, taking another long slur on the drink. She felt her sandals slide off her feet as she flung them off, making them rise above the bonfire & over on the other side. Can you say touchdown? She then felt another body fall ontop of her, as she slid down on the sand and looked to see it was Jem, getting somewhat equally wasted as herself. She started to giggle uncontrollably.

"Well hello there to you too! Can you get music?" That seemed to be the one little thing she needed, and it always was fitting into her topic of conversation, even when cute guys fell on her in a drunken heap. "Hehe, what music do you like? Let's get some!" She said, as she started another fit of giggles.

[bridgetainsworth]

Bridget watched Anne drink a ton. Bridget drank, but not as much. Yet, Bridget was probably almost as drunk. She was in the mood for a good party. She took another sip of her drink, listing to the music.

She walked near the bonfire, stopping and dancing with guys. She really didn't even know who she was dancing with. Probably by tomorrow she wouldn't even remember. She saw Anne talking to Jem. She walked over to them. She heard lots of giggles and saw her on the ground.

[ayachi]

Ayachi was plugged into her iPod again, making her way down to the beach with hopeful glances at all of the students, who seemed to be involved in their own pieces of drama. She’d noticed some girls fighting, so people kissing, some worried faces; and all in the past few moments. Everything seemed overwhelming, and she wasn’t positive what was going to exactly happen as far as her situation went. She simply allowed Le Tigre’s Deceptacon to flow into her mind, and she continued.

Ayachi was late, but no doubt Lane was sucked into his latest novel about some difficult study she had never even thought of researching. She sent him a text earlier, figuring he’d have his cell on him at least on a night like tonight. He was so lazy, he never seemed to charge it or have it on him; so, you would have to go in search of him through the entire school. It made things difficult, but also fairly personal. She slipped the cell phone into her jean shorts’ pocket.

The shorts themselves were faded, and had a few casual rips in them. One of her back pockets revealed a vintage floral pattern. She’d looped a brown belt through them, and allowed them to cling to her waist; they were just a bit too large for her. She wore a spaghetti strap, olive green tank top, exposing a small bit of her stomach; but only around an inch. Underneath, a swimsuit with beige as a background and pink stitching lay. Strings from the tie on her bottoms slightly peeked out from her shorts, from obvious laziness. Atop of this, she had a sleeveless sweater the color of a sunflower with olive green accents and beige strings. Several bangles and a hemp necklace graced her person. Her hair was down, naturally.

Ayachi meandered over to a sofa, jumping slightly in place when she felt her phone vibrate against her leg. She smiled, and pulled it out, reading the message:

“Look in front of you, Aya. – Lane”

Lane kept his word, as he was smiling and eyeing her from a distance, waving slightly to get her attention. Ayachi never seemed to have it together enough to look forward and see what was right in front of her. He caught her gaze with some sort of brevity, avoiding boring a hole into her person. He looped his thumb through his belt hole, casually leaning back on his feet.

Lane was wearing a pair of dark jeans, faded slightly at the thigh. A hemp belt looped around his hips to hoist them up at an appropriate level. A small part of his boxers peeked out passed his pants, though it was so miniscule that it was difficult to tell what, exactly, the pattern was. His shirt was a light forest green, with random tapes and rolls of film. (http://shop.pacsun.com/webapp/wcs/stores/servlet/ProductDisplay?storeId=10001&catalogId=10001&langId=-1&productId=40301&parentCategoryId=10001&categoryId=16410&pageNumber=3&sortBy=0#)

“Ayyya. Took you long enough.” He purred, looping his arm through her own and dragging her to the food. “I’m hungry. Do you want something?” He asked, raising a brow and smiling lightly. Ayachi smiled back to him. “Naah, I’m fine. I ate a bit before I came here,” she explained, hanging on him slightly. “I swear, you’re like a sloth, Aya.” He smirked, rustling her hair with his hand. Ayachi squinted at him, smiling lightly. “You’re the most playful monotone boy I’ve ever met. So we’re even?”

[kylieanderson]

She blushed as she turned her face away from him. "Did you just say that Italians are weird? I'm a quater Italian and my mom is half Italian..." she said quietly. She knew that he probably meant nothing by it, and he probably didn't even know that she was Italian. It just kind of hurt her though because she loved her heritage.

Oh well. Ky just avoided the subject of Italians. "I don't think that the last part you said it true. That girlfriend of yours isn't that great. She has her flaws." She pushed some hair behind her ear. "I guess I should tell you more about me since you told me so much about you... I'm seventeen, which is weird because I usually like older guys, but you're so amazing that it doesn't even matter, I refuse to eat red meat, I'm super picky about food, and I love acting childish... Sometimes."

[ayachi]

She was looking around, trying to place names with the faces of people that she had met or seen before. That girl...Was her name, Bobbi? She wasn't positive. Ayachi's bangles jangled as she raised a hand to fix her hair slightly. Lane was off getting some food, so she really wasn't concerned with bothering him when he was hungry. Surprisingly enough, he didn't have a book with him, either; he must have been pretty hungry, or forgetful. She wasn't positive.

Ayachi heard a familair voice, though she wasn't positive. Listening to the conversation, she soon discovered that Kylie was the owner, as she was speaking of her Italian mother. Ayachi smiled brightly, meandering toward her friend with a large smile upon her face; it looked as though she were chatting with Antony. Ayachi jumped slightly on Kylie in a friendly way, hugging her lightly. "Hiya Ky!" she exclaimed, releasing the girl from her embrace to face the other so he didn't feel entirely lost and confused. "And 'Ello to you, Antony." she beamed, then faced back to Ky. "Have you been having fun?" she asked. "Not drinking too much, right?" she mock-scolded.

[sariavanembden]

Saria had been watching the entire "bitch fight", well at least out of the corner of her eye. She was still standing by Ashley. She couldn't believe it, her fights never ended with her and the other girl ending up "buddy buddy". Leave to rich bitches. She didn't even know them, but already had a rich disdain to them.

During the lingering eyes she spotted a cooler, "Hey, I'm going to go get a drink." She walked off, proabally not going to come back. Nothing against Ashley, she just wasn't in the mood now to talk.

The cooler was practically empty, but there was a Pepsi and a beer. She chose the beer, not like she promised herself she wouldn't drink. Then popped open the beer and took a healthy guzzle. It wasn't the best, but she had had worse.

She walked along the beach, beer in hand, surveying the beach. She had seen drunks, couples, cat fights, the regular works. She was bored and really didn't know what to do, she would have to drink a lot more for the world to seem interesting.

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