She said he said you were saying they broke up!

[antonybastian]

[open, join pleaseee.]

Antony walked into a rather large condo, throwing the keys to his bright red vespa onto the island counter. They landed with a clank, which echoed through the empty condo.

He walked over to the phone, which had a red blinking light saying he had missed seven calls, and had three messages.

He reached over, paint-stained hands pressing down on the play button.

"Tony? Tony? Are you there? I guess you actually went to class. I heard your parents were breaking up! Karen told me at the fiesta she had the other day. Oh, did you hear about her dog? It ju-" He cut the message off, hitting the stop buttong before his old neighbor's annoying voice drove him mad.

He already heard about his parent's divorce enough from his family, and the tabloids (The former owner of one of the worlds most popular record labels tends to get attention when something that public happens), he didn't need to hear it from people that were almost strangers.

He sighed, taking his black and gold track jacket off, throwing it carelessly on top of the sofa. He needed to de-stress.

He walked to the front door, opening it and sitting down infront of it, wanting some fresh air before he went in for a little siesta.

[joshstewart]

Josh walked outside the Valks. He was bored, lazy and no sports or school work. He decided to go and visit his Antony. He had heard about his parents. He wanted to see how he was, but he didn't want to bring it up.

He walked down and stopped in front of Antony's house. He say him sitting outside. He walked up the steps and over to him.
"Hey," he said to him," What's up. You look pretty stressed."

[lorenzobonaventure]

ooc;; THE CHEESEBOX DIED! xx And, by the way, should I join?

[antonybastian]

Antony lookup up when he heard a guy talking to him. It was his friend, Josh.

"Hey guy. How're you?" He asked, "I'm pretty...out of it, to say the least. I'm over-stressed." He sighed, kicking his slip-on pumas against the brick walkway. Over-stressed was an understatement.

"My parents are being...retarded. It's pretty dumb." He sighed again, his usually bright eyes now dim with lack of sleep.

[rylee]

Rylee had no idea where she was, only that it was in the Valks. Her foster parents, John and Sara Kree, had sent her the address in case she wanted to use the house, though Rylee was brand new to the area and had no idea where anything was. She'd been wondering around in circles for the better part of the last half hour, and still nothing. The words swam before her eyes, where was Sunset Bl. anyways?

Noticing a few boys standing around, Rylee stopped and wondered if she should ask them where her new house was. It was a difficult dilemma for the Sophomore, though the old Rylee would have gone happily bouncing over to ask. Two years was little time for old wounds to heal, and the new Rylee was getting more comfortable.

[antonybastian]

Antony smiled, looking sideways at a girl walking down the street. She seemed...different.

Most of the people walking around the Valks strode with the utmost confidence, as if they could never make a wrong turn. This girl seemed insecure, or something of the sort. He began debating with himself, whether or not to say anything, and decided he would just wave. Lifting himself up, he stood tall and waved at the girl, hoping she'd notice.

He liked meeting new people.

[rylee]

Rylee froze, her eyes lifted partly to the boy who had waved. Her mind raced ahead, wondering what she should be doing instead of standing around like a loser. Without much consent of her brain, her hand lifted in a faint wave. Slowly, a bit timidly as well, Rylee walked over. The boy's posture, clothes, all screamed rich to her, but Rylee knew people could think about her that way. After all, Sara tried to buy her affection with anything she could get with a Master Card, and Rylee wore it or used it to please her.

"Hi, I'm a little lost. I'm new here and I'm looking for 88 Sunset Boulevard?" it came out as a question, Rylee's voice soft. She knew it should have been a statement, and of course she was mentally telling herself to toughen up. But Rylee just wasn't that way anymore.

[antonybastian]

"Heyy. I'm Antony Bastian, local geek kid." He smiled, extending his hand, "It's nice to meet you."

He pondered the words for a moment, then suddenly brightened, "Well, if you're looking for Sunset, you're in the right direction. It's right next door to me." He pointed, laughing, at an enormous white house whose yard blurred into Antony's.

"Welcome to the Valks." He said, his smile never-fading.

[rylee]

Rylee smiled, an actual smile, and gently shook Antony's hand.
"I'm Rylee Mariss, it's nice to meet you too." she said shyly, her cheeks heating a little bit. Noting where he pointed, Rylee's mouth dropped open. That was the house!

Never in all the places she had lived had Rylee ever seen something so, well, huge. Easily she knew its upkeep could be a thousand dollars. From well manicured lawns, to the crisp and trim flowers sitting primly in the small garden she could see, Rylee was amazed. This place was like a fairytale, but Ry didn't feel like any princess from Disney.

"Thanks." she said, focusing back on Antony. He was nice and Rylee felt relieved. Maybe the rich kids weren't so bad after all. Or maybe they were very good at luring in fresh meat. Rylee knew it was harsh, but she wasn't going to really open up based on one conversation.

[antonybastian]

"So, before you get all settled in, check under the mat and on the door frame," He began, pointing to a small slate-colored mat infront of the door that read 'Home Sweet Home!'

"The real-estate people almost always leave spare keys sitting around somewhere. It's not a bad area, but some of the kids from the school go to empty houses for parties, and I don't think anyone knows this one has a new resident." He shook his head, thinking of all the crazy party-kids.

Something he definately was not.

[rylee]

Rylee followed Antony's pointed finger, her eyes sweeping over the mat. She was about to say, thank you, when she heard his next words. Rylee's dark eyes snapped back to Antony, wide and a bit frightened. Was he actually serious?

"A-are you for real?" she asked softly, thoughts and images running threw her mind. A quiet Saturday night, perhaps reading or writing, when she'd hear the lock click. Parties were something Rylee tended to avoid, ever since that last one. She looked back at Antony. He was very nice to tell her about the spare key, and he was kind of cute...No! A mental slap hit Rylee, the harsh reality of what happened when she thought guys were cute. It became a nightmare from hell.

[antonybastian]

"Yeah. The kids get bored up here, and their way of having a crazy night out is to go into an empty house and throw a party, then hire a dozen maids to clean it up at four in the morning." He sighed, remembering all the nights he couldn't sleep, all due to the noise of the kids and their stupid partied.

"It's all really pointless. They get drunk, the walk down the street and pass out on their front lawns. In the morning, their parents sweep them up early, just to avoid a scandle. Most Valkyrie people are all the same. It seems they'll do anything to avoid a scandle."

He sighed, realizing how different his family was. His parent's divorce was on the front page of every tabloid magazine out there. It didn't help that he was a former model, and his sister was currently modeling.

That just made the magazines say horrible things.
"Is this divorce the reason their children are so slim? Have they stopped eating due to the stress?"
Uh, no.

"Anyway," Antony said, snapping back from his daze, "You'll want to check the house out before you settle in. Someone might have left something there you'll want to get rid of. The kids out here tend to think blazing is cool, and they're too dumb to clean anything up.

"If you need it, I can go in and check for you. I know the kids here and how they think, and I know where they'd leave their stuff, if they left it at all."

Antony was being very nice, glad to help a new kid on the block.

[rylee]

Rylee shivered and stared at the house. Suddenly, it didn't seem as cool. Anything could be lurking in its vast rooms, and Rylee didn't want to find out. She was scared enough of being by herself in it.
"That's a very nice offer, and I might take you up on it sometime. But my foster parents don't live here a lot of the time. So I'm supposed to be in the dorms. They just bought it so that I could have a place to go if it turns out my roommate is unbearable." Rylee said, half smiling.

She looked a little closer at Antony, she felt that she'd seen him somewhere before. Then it hit her, the last name. It had been in all the magazines Ry said she'd never read, but always did. What was going on again? Right, his parents were breaking up. He'd done modeling before and he had a sister currently in the business. Wasn't that it? Rylee wasn't going to bring it up, she couldn't understand what he was going threw, after all, she'd never had real parents.

[antonybastian]

"Alright. Well, if you ever need it, my sister stays in the dorms sometimes. She's usually nice, and she knows the school really well. If you ever need anything, just find her." He said, hoping if she ever did, she'd find his sister in a good mood.

"So, have you started your classes yet? A lot of people haven't had to go to any yet, and most people just haven't showed." He laughed, thinking of all his friends and how they always spend the first two weeks in their dorms, sleeping until noon.

It's amazing they keep a 4.0.

[rylee]

Rylee nodded, her smile becoming a little more genuine.
“Thanks, I’ll probably need all the help I can get.” Rylee said with a small laugh. She knew that this school was huge, and that the rules were pretty much nothing to all the kids. She thought about all the things she’d heard people got away with around here. It was a wild place, almost scripted to fit the ‘Wild Teens’ category.

“Not yet, I’m not taking many classes though. Just the basics and most of my extras haven’t started. I don’t have a class until after lunch actually.” Rylee said, thinking back to her schedule. She’d memorized it to try and keep from getting lost or being late. It hadn’t helped, she’d been both already. And, she didn’t know if she was going out for journalism, but maybe some of the sports teams? She’d used to play track and volleyball, maybe she should give those a try again?

Rylee hadn’t realized how long she had been in deep thought and looked back at Antony. He was so nice to have approached the new kid. A lot of people Rylee had asked for help had only laughed. One guy had actually flipped her off for interrupting his spying on some bubbly blonde across the room. A plus was that Antony was cute, but, no! Rylee was not going down that road again. Cute led to talking to them, talking sometimes led to dating. Dating became serious and soon serious became hurtful, that was all Rylee knew. There had been one boy she’d tried dating from Valkyrie, Lorenzo Bonaventure, but that had ended soon and horribly, with him cheating on her. Rylee shoved guys and crushes from her mind that was somewhere she really didn’t need to go right now.