get this party started '' bailey's b'day.

[Bevin Turner]

bevin lucy paolo

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give me a dance floor, give me a dj
give me a record, forget what they say
i need to go, need to get away, tonight
it's never really easy, but that's ok
wake up, wake up on a saturday night

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Bevin was still in he same place she was when she first arrived there. She was sipping on some soda and obbing her head to the beat of the music. She could have gotten up and molded into everyone else on the dance floor, but as much as she liked to have a good time; dancing was no one of them. The whole awkwardness of her body would make her look like a goose or something. Sometimes her friends would make fun of her like that. She had better 'moves' in the ocean with her body than she did in...air. But, the night was young and maybe when everyone was drunk or high, or both, they wouldn't even notice the tomboy laughing it up as she flopped around on the dancefloor. Not that they would really would even know who she was. This was a completely different crowd than who she normally hung out with.

Almost all the girls were the same girls that picked on her in junior high. Being called a lesbian, the most common label. Which, to clear the air, was not true. She had boyfriends...or a boyfriend. In eighth grade, where everything really didn't matter. Yeah, that lastes like a month where all they did was go to a movie once in awhile. Then, they broke up through a friend when Bevin started feeling awkward around him and talked to him less and less. Yeah, she wasn't quite girlfriend material at that age because she really didn't know what to do. Maybe that was what she thought of herself now? Bevin turned around to face the bar, and started tracing the rim of her drink with her middle finger, her head propped up against her free arm, showing the epitome of a bored individual. Coming to social gatherings like this sure made you think about yourself. In good way and in bad.

"I'm glad to see I'm not the only one who didn't dress like they were going to a high end cocktail party. Not that you don't look fantastic."

Bevin turned her head to see if the voice was directed towards her, to see a guy standing against the bar, looking at her. She sat back in the stool, bringing her hand up through her hair and laughed a little. In a light Irish accent she said, "I guess we are. I'm not one to wear some tight-fitting dress anyway."[/color] Even if in the romantic department, she was a little lacking, around guys in general, she was completely comfortable. The male talking to her she recognized but never talked to before. He did, like her, wasn't wearing some expensive formal outfit like she saw other guys wearing, he actually looked pretty casual. She also ignored the comment about her being fantastic because she never really was complimented much for her appearance, even if she did make an effort to look like a girl tonight. Then, it just dawned on her of who she was talking to. Yeah, she'd seen him around, one of those popular guys. "Oh hey, you're Paolo's cousin aren't you. Miles, right?" she asked him.
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Lucy was standing still, not wanting to move as her heart beat loudly in her chest. At the restuarant, that felt like the conversation that would make things different. And it was, since Lucy just said she didn't want to wait around until he was ready for a relationship again. Half of her was dead serious about that but the other half felt like Luke would always be that guy to her, even if she was dating someone else, or hooking up with some random guy like Chester. Even look there, Lucy just did that entire Chester thing because of Luke. Right now, though, this was it. He could either reject her once again say they could be friends, or they could be together, like Lucy had always wanted.

"What if I told you, you didn't have to?"

Lucy's heart seemed to skip a beat as he got up and put his hand around her waist and looked at each other with foreheads touching. Her words got caught in her throat as she opened them. All that came out was, "What?" She listened as he started to explain she he had been thinking of her. Was he saying that Lucy was afterall the girl for him? She made a sad attempt to bit back a smile even though her lips were spreading out into a smile anyway. How many times had she wished he would say these things to her? Too many times to count. What happened at the masquerade ball was a drunk thing and in the long run, to her, Luke was much more than just a one night stand. Even though she was sure he must have had some alcohol already, he didn't say these things to her when they were dancing and making-out.

She felt her stomach drop when his hand trailed her back, and she broke out into a smile, as she couldn't contain it any longer. Even as he was talking about it all in one jumble, he was still Luke Summitt. The guy all the girls chased, and all the guys wanted to be friends with. "I guess what I'm tryna say is, I want you to be my girlfriend, Lucy" Her eyes widened and she said, "For real? Of course I'm still into it." Her face fell, looking serious into her eyes. "I mean...what should I tell Chester?"[/color] she asked, joking yet trying to be serious. After a few seconds, she smirked and said, "Joking. Because Luke Summitt,"[/color] She moved her face farther away from his to really get a good look at him, her arms fitting over her shoulders, "has always been the one for me."[/color] Even if he didn't realize it until now. Lucy leaned in and settling her pounding in her chest, she kissed Luke for real, and not those drunken ones they gave each other.
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He was like the stalker that waited in the shadows and he watched his obsession. Noted everything they did, and just waited for the opportunity to start and follow. Paolo couldn't quite fit the bill as a stalker but he had that brodding aspect about him that when he leaned up against the wall, you could see the way of how he didn't want to be bothered and that he was in a deep state of thinking or concentration. One hand was in his pocket and the other was rubbing his chin. He was casually leaning up against a wall and all you needed was a photographer to take a picture and he could become a new model in some high-end fashion magazine for suits, or watches.

Miles seemed to talk to her briefly as he watched the two of them across from where he was standing. He had to get Sam alone, to really talk to her. Explain himself more than he did in the hospital before he was kicked out. But, from what he knew, girls could be very stubborn to guys trying to ask for forgiveness and Sam had been displaying those characteristics to him already for the unreturned phone calls and the avoiding in school everytime Paolo tried to talk to her. Usually that followed with a friend of hers telling him that Sam really didn't want to talk to him now. But Paolo was very persistent with his small redemption quest. Sam had to forgive him, right? But, he could also settle for just a 'hear me out' conversation. Paolo lifted his head when he saw Miles get up. He started walking over to the bar, and ordered a glass of water. It's not like he was be getting any alcohol and just give it to Sam. That, and the King of Suave couldn't think of anything else to get her.

As Miles was walking away, Paolo started to walk over, wanting to take advantage of her being alone so a new friend would swoop in and start comforting her [because that's what he assumed was happening since she didn't look happy one bit]. He stopped a couple feet from her, still standing. Not wanting to sit down unless she invited him to. "Sam. I got you something to drink?" he offered to her and outstretched his arm towards her. To avoid her getting up and leaving him again. "Wait. Please don't leave. I've been trying to talk to you for the past few weeks now. I really want to talk you, Sam."
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[Jordin Ames]

Jordin Ames
Were you right? was I wrong?
Were you weak? was I strong? yeah
Both of us broken
Caught in the moment
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Jordin had the strangest feeling in her bones after she replied to Tito. He looked down at her, not faltering in his expression but there was something... almost sad in his eyes. She looked back at Adrian as he acknowledged Tito in a joking manner. They must know each other. Good, maybe they could all hang out together. Two of her favorite guys as of now. She smiled in the slight silence of the moment, feeling the awkwardness. Why should there be awkwardness? Maybe because as much as her head told her she was wrong part of her, far deep down had to know how adrian felt, at least a bit. It was impossible not to notice a bit of it but her head kept her grounded. It couldn't be, if he liked her he would have said something. Adrian wasn't shy... was he?

“Hey, can I talk to you for a moment…privately?”

Jordin took a deep breath, those were never good words to hear put into a row, but she smiled none the less and nodded, "Sure" She replied before nodding to Adrian as silent way to say excuse us. She followed him out into the dance floor and smirked slightly, this was private? Maybe he had just meant away from Adrian... but that was stupid Jordin, why would he not be able to tell her something in front of Adrian if it was something he could say in front of others? “Ms. Ames, it’s a pleasure to meet you. I am terribly sorry to disturb your date so, but I must talk to Tito – it is of the upmost urgency.” Jordin was a bit startled by the sudden appearance of Mr. Everett. She did not have his class but she knew of him. Haley had laughed multiple times about how she was dared to seduce him and impressed he hadn't fallen for it yet. Jordin nodded, "Oh yeah, of course, sorry." She replied quickly, grinning slightly as Tito gave her this funny look as he stepped away. She fiddled her thumbs slightly looking around at the mostly drunk dancers around her and let out a small laugh, forcing it a tad as she waited.

With in a few moments tito was back. She grinned slightly as she tended to when people looked her in the eyes. She was never sure what to do when real eye contact was made, smile? be serious? look away? RUN away? All were possibilities. But she furrowed her brow confused as he seemed to sink to the floor getting onto his knee, “Jordin, may I have this kiss?” he asked as he went down. There was nothing she could do at that point to stop herself from being beat read from blushing. But she grinned and glanced around pulling up gently on his shoulders, "come one get up..." She replied still flushed from her blushing and the few snickers the public display of affection that was far cheesier than the Peter/Coco style of public display of affection Jordin had glanced at earlier. "Please?" She smiled, he really hadn't needed to add that. She grinned and nodded slight. She leaned up on her tippy toes and pressed her lips against his placing her hands on his shoulders for extra balance when all of a sudden she heard adrian's voice and felt as Tito was shoved away from her.

"Your such a fucking dog cunt"

"Adrian?" Jordin said confused as she looked at him. He looked enraged. She had never seen him this angry before, I mean Adrian tended to be a very laid back guy. She opened her mouth to ask what was going on when Adrian shoved Tito yet again. "Did you think I wouldn't find out?" Jordin stepped forward slightly. Find out about them? She didn't know what to think at this point. It was as though shock and a lot of confusion made it impossible for her to move, she just stood their for a half moment before Adrian turned and looked at her. She just gave him this confused look, their eyes locking. And thats when she saw in his eyes that same heartbreaking glimmer that he had at the Masquerade. That's when she knew it hadn't been because of alcohol. Adrian really liked her. And that's when the confusion left her eyes. Jordin's initial reaction was the smallest hint of a smile that lasted only a moment as she remembered the situation. How could she be so stupid? How could she not see it when he looked at her? That's why he avoided her when she told him she liked Parker. And wasn't it her best friend Laura who said that things done while drunk had been thought out before her hand? Suddenly all of Adrian's unexplained behavior made complete sense and Jordin could not feel more guilty about all of it. She tore her eyes away from his, not being able to after realizing what it had all meant.

She looked up though as he turned away and faced Tito. What were they going to say to each other? Tito couldn't have known how Adrian felt could he? Tito was such a sweetheart. At least he had been to her, nothing but wonderful. Even if he had dragged her onto a stage where she nearly died from a heart attack. She had had fun. After hardly a moment a punch was thrown and from the sound of it a hard one. "If you ever pull any shit like that on me again I'll kill you...seriously fucking kill you." "Adrian! What are you doing?! Let go of him." Jordin asked scared slightly by what was happening. She had never seen Adrian angry apart from the Masquerade which lasted a whole two seconds, let alone threaten someone's life.

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addison SLADE.


I know your fears and you know mine.
We've had our doubts, but now we're fine.
And I love you, I swear that's true.
I cannot live without you.
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January 27, 2007.
Les Deux, Los Angeles.
Bailey’s 18th birthday party.
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When you took a look at the Slade family, you would never know about the family problems going on within their household. In nearly every memory captured on film, they were perfect. The perfect little Wisteria Lane family. There was the father, Edward Slade. Tall, muscular with graying hair and an aging face, dressed to runway perfection in designer suits and highly polished Italian footwear. A father wasn’t complete without a mother, Melinda Slade. Eighteen years junior to her husband, the poor woman had “gold digger” written all over her. She was tall, too – taller than most. With her lithe physique, long, tanned legs and obviously surgical breasts, the woman could have easily passed for twenty-five. But add in the collegian injections, face lifts and bleached hair, she had “desperate wanna-be” written all over her. Third in line was their oldest daughter, born when Melinda was just twelve years of age: Addison Lauren Slade. More than anything, the blonde girl resembled her mother. With her tall, leggy body and pointed features. Only that smile was empty, seeming forced. But who was looking at that? Standing next to her sister was the youngest Slade child, Kiran. Unlike her female family members, it was Edward that Kiran truly resembled. She had been born with his angular physique – his being muscular and broad, hers being curvaceous and slim – and winning smile. But add in the beautiful hair, the beautiful body, and the beautiful height…no one cared for anyone else. How could such mitch-matched people have produced Addison; average and shy. But Kiran? Damn. They never mentioned the sun-bleached teenage boy with a pearly white smile and wild hair. He wasn’t part of the family anymore.

On the outside, they were perfect. On the inside, Addison didn’t really know. But, when it came down to her, it was so different. Inside she was destructive and insecure, heartbroken and self-conscious. Perhaps it was like the world she was now living in. On the outside, everyone she socialized with were tall, slim and beautiful. On the inside, she soon came to realize, they were all hurting to. That girl in her Russian Literature lecture was making herself throw-up after every class. The boy who often bussed her tables at work was locking himself in the staff washroom during his break to slice open the skin on his wrists. Her very best friend was dealing drugs to ignore his guilt. And there was Addison. She was heartbroken and locked up tight – she had never believed in testing what had already happened once. She had fallen in love before, and had no real desire to try and fall in love again. What was the point? She wasn’t a sex-starved cunt, and she certainly didn’t need someone by her side. But what she had had that one summer had felt different. It felt real.

As for real, this situation didn’t feel real. It was a big club, filled to the brink with Valkyrie Academy students and too skinny Hollywood starlets. Everyone here was dressed in short dresses and high shoes. Designer suits and highly polished dress footwear. Unfortunately, Addison hadn’t been given a chance to go dishevelled chic like Nate had. Nope, her sister had gotten her into “girl clothes” that morning without any room for argument. So, for now, she fit in. With a shorter dress, higher shoes and blonde hair, it was easy to pretend like she belonged. After all, she had twenty years of experience in that department: she had been pretending all her life. But, for tonight, it would just have to do. With a clear glass of straight vodka on the rocks sitting, untouched, in front of her, the Australian female merely crossed one leg over the other and exchanged glances with other lonely people at the bar. Part of her still wondered why she had even bothered coming to LA. It had been over a year ago – and who stayed in one place for that long, these days? She knew, given the choice, she sure as hell wouldn’t be. But hey, everyone changes, right?

Maybe this was a stupid idea, after all.
Frowning at the idea, Addison rolled her eyes as her thoughts drifted to the lecture Nate had been repeating on a loop for the entire day. People change in twelve months. Not much, but they all did – she knew she had. Although heartbroken, Addison had begun to look out of her shell at various times. Tonight being one of those times. Blowing a soft sigh at those thoughts, she simply drained half of her drink and continued to watch those around them. Catching sight of her younger sister dancing it up with the A-list girls on the dance floor, looking like she was born in this club, Addison shook her head slightly. Yeah, dancing definitely wasn’t for her. No, the role of moody drunken foreigner needed to be filled, and she was more than happy to oblige. Besides, drowning her problems in alcohol was nothing new to her – she had turned to drinking and drugs a many a time in the past couple of months. Self-medicating on gin and tonics, cocaine and the odd douse of anti-depressants couldn’t be healthy. But hey, she had never liked being healthy. It made everything seem too out of proportion. Being miserable and sick was fine with her, thank you very much.

Then she heard a voice.
A voice she was certain she knew very well – better than most anyone else did. Moving her eyes down the bar to see where the bartender was tending to a new customer, the Australian shifted uncomfortably on her bar stool for a moment before turning away. Please, things like that only happened on The Valley. While similar, Valkyrie wasn’t a world of make-believe with scripts, hot girls and cameras. Well, it had hot girls, but that was about it. No adorable geek either, which was depressing. Looking down at her half-empty glass and emptying it effortlessly, she sighed once more. Definitely a bad idea. But, still. She couldn’t help but look. There was no way he was here. Even if he was, Addison was smart enough to know that people like Riley Turner never stayed on the market for long; not in her books, anyways. Half looking down at her recently manicured fingernails, and at the stranger sitting next to her, she only looked up once she heard her name. What the fuck. No one knew her name. No one cared enough to know anything about her past being Kiran’s big sister. She was “the supermodel’s biggest fan!” not Addison Slade, heartbroken psycho. But still.

Turning her eyes to look into his face, her heart jumped into her throat. Well, she had always thought of Valkyrie, California to be a television show. “Riley, I…” She was lost for words. What did she say? “It’s good to see you.” A strained smile and an odd cough gave her face one ugly expression. Good one, Slade.

|ooc| ew. Ranty. Sorrry. >_<

[Laura Stillings]

Laura Stillings
Red, red wine, It`s up to you
All I can do, I`ve done
Memories won`t go, memories won`t go
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It was strange how different people took to different habits. Jordin's mother had done heroin and Jordin hated the stuff because she blamed it for her mother's neglect and eventual shipping her away. Laura's father drank a lot but she didn't hate alcohol even though Laura blamed it for her father's abuse and sick perversions. Perhaps it was because Laura knew that, at the end of the day, things done while drunk have been thought out before hand and the fact of the matter was her dad was just an ass. Besides she had been around him sober a lot recently... it didn't help much, he just was a bit less brutal. God it had been so often, she was a kid. She hadn't even... Dad had barely been in her and chase's life before her mother died of cancer. Then when she died, he was everywhere and not in a comforting way. People sometimes say that no matter what you love your parents and Laura had another theory, no matter what you either love you parents or love the idea of what parents could be.

Her mother had gone so quickly. To this day laura wondered why her mother kept the cancer a secret. Thought it would be easier or whatever but it hadn't been, or it wasn't, wouldn't have been or... whatever. She just died one day and then dad told them what happened and then everything changed. Being that they were all Milwaukee natives there had always been alcohol in their house, but their father didn't start drinking it until she died. God, what was she supposed to do when he came into her room that night? She had begged she had cried, she had been terrified and confused but she didn't scream. She had never screamed. Let's just say chase found comfort in alcohol at 13, about the same time Dean, their fifteen year old uncle at the time took off. Laura found the theatre and that was her therapy but sometimes, when over stressed by a theatre schedule and when her mind kept wandering to the house she had lived in, when her mind wandered to that place on the roof she could easily climb to to hide from her father and then listen to him take it out on chase that the mini-version of his dead wife was no where to be found. God what a bitch? Laura had tried but at the end of the day she had let Chase protect her. Most of the bruises and broken wrists and black eyes he got were from the time he was trying to keep their father away from them. Great, now we're adding guilt into her... like she didn't have enough pushing her away from people.

Laura was smart, she didn't feel it most of the time and in classes she was a B/C average(mostly because she worked so obsessively in the theatre and said screw it to many assignments), but she knew she was smart most of the time. And nothing was different with alcohol. She was smart because she could drink a crap-load and not have people truly notice. So even though she and Talan were just talking and hanging out as they had drinks, and not even shots, she was consuming way more than it looked like by drinking the glass fast and getting refill without bringing attention to herself. It's not that she was hiding it, it's just, it was rare that laura drank, her mind had to be in over drive and in need of a break for her to drink, but when she did drink... she drank a lot. It was like once that first sting of alcohol hit her throat she just needed to keep going until everything was fine, even if nothing ever was. But also, happily enough. Laura was a happy drunk. "How you holding up there, Stillings?" Laura put a finger to his lips and seeing as they weren't super close she had to extend her arm fully to reach, "Shhhhhhhhh....." She began before grinning, "I... hold up fine, I'm from Brew-City..."

She dropped her hand and let it fall to her side before she took another gulp of her strawberry margarita. "Theesse are really good but nothing compared to the ones at this place in mexico, like south side milwaukee where all the great a-authentic mexico restaurants are and this place called... some mexican word with the paper latterns and the guys in ponchos that sing... you know the place... theirs are the best" She said, her voice calm but she spoke fast. She was void of the slur but there was a child like amusement and simpleness to her tones as she spoke. She smiled proudly and nodded to Talan, "Yep... have you even been there?" She asked almost in a serious voice, tilting her head to the side slightly... god damn he was hot.

Haley Summers
What did I say? Why did I act that way?
I'm so embarrassed, I wanna get away
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He had taped it... wasn't there some type of law against filming someone having sex without their consent? Well doubt that mattered at this point. She knew Freddy would get away with it. Guys always did. It was kind of sick. And there were worst things that happened out there was almost considered a norm that happened all the time and no one seemed to care. Like feeding girls shots and spiking their drinks. Date rape. How many date rapes happened a month in one town? You would be surprised. The number reported is too much to imagine let alone taking into account the fact most of them were not reported. And that's date rape. There's also the violent act and yeah Haley knew that hadn't happened to her and she appreciated that, it just all went into the category of shit people got away with. It wasn't right. Well, let Freddy be proud of himself, one day it'll come back to bite him in the ass. She just hoped she would be there to see it. Besides, if it's on SS it's not like her parents would find out. And she prayed to god Rosalyn wouldn't but the buzz around school would tell her most definitely.

“Well, if it isn’t the beautiful Haley Summers sitting out here all by herself.”

Haley looked up at a voice, not even noticing someone approaching. She looked up to see Jason Everett... perfect. As if she wasn't embarrassed enough. Jason was a student teacher in her class. She had been dared to seduce him and yeah she had tried, but he kind of seemed to see through her and he hadn't gone for it. She had pretty much acted like an idiot around him just as much as she acted like an idiot letting Anne see her hurting at all. She had agreed to the dare, one because she was stubborn and didn't like to back down and two because face it, Mr. Jason Everett was definitely an attractive guy. Way too hot to be a student teacher, or a teacher for when he's older. Haley turned her head back the other way as he sat down.

“May I ask the reason why?”

Haley felt a hand on her shoulder, she looked at it and then him, "The sympathetic hand on the shoulder implies that you already know why." oh god if he saw even two seconds of it... she took a deep breath and nodded, "which means I want to crawl into a corner and die." She added looking towards the road, not wanting to make eye contact. She felt so sick. She just wanted to leave the party but.... damn it. Jordin had a date and was excited about it, Haley didn't want to pull her away from it. She really didn't want a lecture from Jason either. Kind of why she had come outside in the first place. To be away from people. Wait a minute, Haley looked back at Jason, "Wait why are you here? Isn't this a student's party?" She asked. She knew Jason didn't like to cross the teacher/student line, after all she had hit on him before, she had heard his excuses.

[Coco Lehoux]

coco anne jason

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There was something so powerful in the act of straddling a man. In Coco's point of view, when you did so, you definitely had the upper hand. They could not jump off and leave you, even when they usually didn't. They had to make a real effort to kiss you, or when you got to choose to kiss them (for Coco, this was always raunchy) and the adrenaline rush of their rough hands against smooth thighs. Coco didn't shave - she waved. Coco didn't play hard to get - she was, kind of. Lastly, Coco never expected to be this attached to a certain male this evening besides Freddy Truelove, but dumbfound her luck, she found Peter Fischer. And as she sat on his lap, their drinks carelessly being poured into their own throats as they stared at one another with seductive smirks, Coco felt bliss. And soon, she was pulled closer, ah yes, just what she wanted.

"Yes, well.." But soon, as she took another long sip of the White Russian, for the girl by now could certainey contain her liquor, he continued. "You might have to punish me for my negligence?" Coco smirked, as she wrapped her arms around the his neck and scratching the back lightly with her fingernail. She looked coyly at him in the eye and dug her thumbs into the belt loops of his pants. "You're very correct, Mr. Fischer.." Coco said, sliding one hand from the belt loops to his groin, teasing him with full intention. She then grinded on his lap, bringing her face closer to his. Soon, nibbling on the his bottom lip, sprayed with the taste of a White Russian, she nearly spoke right into his mouth. "So many naughty things I can make you do. Maybe if you play your cards right.." Coco said, gripping the top of his pants with the tops of her fingers. "...I'll let you do it right here.. right now.." She paused and made it so her chest leaned up against his neck. "..You have just been such a bad.. bad.. little boy, Peter Fischer.." And with that, Coco raped Peter's mouth with her tongue. But hey - you can't rape the willing.

Back on the dance floor, there was Jason and Brianna dancing sensually, in the same way they had done when they had met. They swung to the same pace, the hot and heavy vibe with music surrounding their connected bodies making them glide. "Of course I have been staying away from him. I usually keep my promises." Brianna had answered to Jason's question. Well, actually, he figured it would be more of a statement. If any little girl lied to Jason, they'd definitely be told about it."Good, keep it that way Bee." Jason warned, giving her a wink before twirling her around, so her back was against his front. He soon placed his rough hands on her slender, athletic hips - this position gave him more of an upper hand. And he had the sheer ability to look down her shirt every once in a while.

And Jason couldn't help but smirk upon seeing Brianna smile. Orange County girls did it damn best with their platinum smiles and killer bodies, that was for sure. "I wouldn't say it was a bad thing," Jason raised his eyebrows, waiting for her to continue. She had a tone on her voice that provoked more to come. "but some people might." Jason laughed, as he twirled Brianna back around to face him, wrapping his arms around her lower back, and yes - his hands did face plant themselves on her ass. "Quite frankly, my little bum-" Jason squeezed her ass when he said this. Oh Jason. "-blebee... you don't seem like you care what people think. Just imagine what a fucking hot scandal we make, huh darling? Prancin' around with your friends' and families' worst enemy.." Jason said, as he brought her closer and closer. Soon, he dived his head in her blonde locks, sucking on her neck to give a light hickey. He then lifted his lips to her ear. "... admit it. If you could, you'd do it in a closet with me again. Don't deny that I tempt you, darling." His modesty shines, eh?

And finally, also on the dance floor but keeping her distance, there was Anne dancing with Bailey and Bella. And as she did so, she noticed Bailey glancing over and some creeper in the corner. A handsome creeper, yes, but Anne couldn't help but be arrogantly curious. "Bailess! Like who is that!? You just had hot, sweaty eye sex and you won't even tell me who he isss?" Anne said, pointing in an obvious fashion to Nathan Street. She didn't know who she was, only what she had seen. And then she wrapped her arm around Bella and giggled. "Baileyy has a secreett. A dirrrty little secret." And with that, Anne kissed her best friends on the cheeks, waiting for an answer, and kept on dancing with the crowd in that sparkling club.
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[lukesummitt]

AMANDA

Amanda smiled when Nikki mentioned that she was very curious to find out what had happened when Amanda and Jason made their great escape. Nikki, as most had, probably assumed that the days and nights had been filled with nothing more than sex and booze. The booze part was true, but surprisingly enough, Jason and Amanda had not slept together the whole time they were together. Sure they made out a few times, that was not to be denied, but it never got passed that. Amanda would most definitely dispel this rumor as soon as she and Nikki hung out, but thinking about the past was the last thing on her mind at the moment.

"Excuse me as I get a little something."

Was Nikki ditching her? Well, she would be coming back, but Amanda wasn't a big fan of being left- even if she was with a cute guy. After watching Nikki walk away, Amanda turned towards Scott and crossed her arms as he made a pathetic attempt to start a conversation with her. Cute guy, but not the best at getting her interested in a conversation. "Well" she smirked as he asked whether she had actually been invited to the party, or whether she was crashing or forced to go. "I wasn't necessarily invited...but it's a proven fact that a party isn't a party until I make an appearance" She winked and started to twirl a few strands of wavy brown hair around her finger. "But let's cut the small talk, because you have the privilege of getting a drink for moi" she grabbed his hand and led him over to a part of the bar which was actually quite far from where Nikki was. "Surprise me" she said with a smile as she watched Scott order the drinks.

"So, are you another of Nikki’s cousins?” she asked, still trying to figure out exactly who this ‘Scott’ guy was, ”Or just her latest boy-toy” she winked once again, knowing pretty well that that was not the case. Nikki, and all other girls, knew very well not to leave their men alone around Amanda; although Nikki was one of the few girls that Amanda had never, and would never betray – no matter how cute the guy. Scott was looking pretty good, but truthfully he was just her entertainment until Nikki returned. Amanda had no plans of sticking around with him after they had a few drinks, but who knew what the rest of the night would bring.

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LUKE

She said yes. For a guy that had never been able to settle with one girl, Luke Summitt had never been happier that Lucy was agreeing to be his girlfriend. He really had feelings invested in this girl, and he would do everything in his power not to fuck things up with her. And yes, that meant no other girls. None. But Luke was ready for that; in fact, despite the amount of girls that approached him that night, he hadn't seriously thought about hooking up with any of them because he was just too caught up in Ms. Truelove. It was strange to him that his best friend of how many years had that effect of him, but he wasn't complaining in the least. It was time for Luke to stop bitching about the drama in his life and start enjoying it.

"I mean...what should I tell Chester?"

Luke laughed a little after he realized she was joking, "How about you tell him that he's gonna wake up in a hospital if he touches you again" a subtle smile played across his lips, although he was completely serious. Luke was a very jealous and over protective guy- especially when it came to girls. He was definitely over protective of Amanda, and at any moment he would lay his life on the line for her. And now he would no longer stand by and let other guys eye up Lucy, flirt with her, or talk even think about making a move on her. But unlike with most girls, Luke completely trusted her. He would be fine with her hanging out with other guys if she wanted to...he'd just prefer she hung out with him.

When Lucy kissed him, it just felt right. It was unlike the times before when they had been fooling around drunk, and Luke thought he was taking advantage of her. And it was unlike all of the times he had made out with random girls he met at clubs, at school, in stores, on the street, at the gym, in the park, at the doctors office...yeah, Luke got around. But for the first time in while Luke was kissing her not because he thought it would lead to sex (that would obviously come later), but because he wanted to be near her, to be close to her, and because it just simply felt right.

"I know, I know" he started with a smirk when the kiss ended, "I'm the ill kisser, right?" he kept his hands wrapped around her waist, "But there will be a lot more of that later, trust me" turning his head slightly he looked towards the bar tender, "Can I get a couple-a shots? Straight vodka" He stepped back from Lucy for a minute as he watched the bartender pour their drinks, looking up at her for a moment and winking. Handing Lucy her small shot glass, he raised his up, "To us."

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[scott]

• m a l i n d a s •
tell the dj to play my song
& we can dance all night
'til the early morning
- - - - - - - - - - - -
les deux in los angeles
bailey's birthday party
saturday, january 27, 2007
• • •

She had thought that she would be alone for the rest of the party. Maybe some friends would come over and confort her, but they wouldn't stay for long because they wanted to party. Samantha had expected that she would just be sitting here for a few more hours until she fell asleep or something like that, but she was wrong. So wrong. Not long after Miles left, someone else had came. It wasn't a friend at all. Actually, it was Paolo. The last person that she wanted to talk to. That kind of explained why she didn't pick up the phone anytime he called and why she avoided him. The only reason Samantha didn't want to go to this party was because she knew there was a chance that she would bump into Paolo, but Brianna had dragged her here. But now, Brianna was off with Jason and Samantha had to deal with it herself.

"Sam. I got you something to drink?"

What was he thinking? That he could just come talk to her and Samantha wouldn't remember what he had told her? Psh, yeah right. Samantha had been trying to do that so much but she couldn't forget. She thought he was different from the other guys in Valkyrie. He had even said that the guy she saw was the guy he really was. Why was she stupid enough to believe him? "Wait. Please don't leave. I've been trying to talk to you for the past few weeks now. I really want to talk you, Sam." Nobody knew how she was currently feeling. It was mixed emotions. Part of her was mad at him, part was upset because of what he did, part happy to see him, but another part was now clueless because she didn't know what to do. Samantha just wanted to forgive him, but everytime she looked at him, she imagined Coco next to him - and that's why she wasn't looking at him right now,

As much as she really didn't want to say it, Sam spoke, "Keep the drink, because I think I know everything I need to know.

" She tried to make herself sound casual, but it came out slightly weak. Samantha got up from her seat and walked right passed Paolo. She couldn't stand being near him because if she did, she would probably have to talk to him. Sam went to a spot not too far, but it was a good enough spot for her. She leaned against the wall, trying to get everything into her head. If only Paolo knew that Sam still really liked him, but she didn't know how to forgive him. It was too hard. What if he does the same thing again? She just didn't want to go through all of this again, because the girl still wasn't over it.

Brianna was definitely in a better mood than Samantha. This dancing wasn't anything new to her because she's done it before. It just gets more and more fun everytime. "Good, keep it that way Bee." It was pretty obvious to everyone that there was no answer needed for what Jason had said. Brianna decided that you would just like to enjoy this dancing with Jason until the next time they could do something like this again. She was having a great time - that much was obvious, and Brianna wasn't paying attention to much going around her. There was already so much happening at the party, but all she heard was noise. Brianna was hearing things but she wasn't 'listening'. There was a difference between hearing and listening.

"Quite frankly, my little bum-"

A little giggle escaped out of her lips when Jason had squeezed her ass. You just gotta love him. "-blebee... you don't seem like you care what people think. Just imagine what a fucking hot scandal we make, huh darling? Prancin' around with your friends' and families' worst enemy.." Jason was right. She didn't care what people thought of her. In the academy, there were tons of girls that would insult her but Brianna really ignored them because some of them didn't seem to be that popular so why should she waste her breath on them? "Scandal, huh? Let's just hope Scandal Star doesn't catch anything..That is, unless you want her to." She said. When Jason's lips touched her neck, Brianna felt so good. She get definitely get used to this. "... admit it. If you could, you'd do it in a closet with me again. Don't deny that I tempt you, darling." "I won't deny anything." Brianna said as she gave him a kiss. "But I know I'm not the only one who wants to repeat that closet moment."

"Well I wasn't necessarily invited...but it's a proven fact that a party isn't a party until I make an appearance"

"Really?" Scott asked. "Why am I not surpirsed?[/color] His tone wasn't that harsh, more in a joking manner. Scott was thinking something alone the lines of 'Yup, definitely wasn't one of Bailey's friends.' If she was a crasher, she probably wouldn't have admitted that she wasn't invited. Not every crash didn't admit that they weren't invited, but most did. Scott had figured that out, but things might have been different from his old school. This was a new place and he wouldn't know how the minds of these other teens worked. He would probably figure it out eventually, considering how he was going to the same school as most of the people ath this party. Scott was even pretty sure that he had seen a few teachers here, which definitely surprised him. What were they doing at the party? Wasn't this like a 'teens only' kind of birthday? Guess not.

"But let's cut the small talk, because you have the privilege of getting a drink for moi"

Scott was about to ask what she wanted, but Amanda had said, "Surprise me." With a little bit of sarcasm in his voice, Scott said, "I feel so honored, but I'm horrible with surprises.[/color]" It was actually the truth. This one girl had told him 'surprise me' for something [he couldn't even remember], but there was one part that he wouldn't forget. She was the kind of girl that needed everything to be perfect and a bit of a drama queen. So, when Scott got something that usually everyone liked, she made a big deal out of it and he had to spend two or three weeks listening to her complain about it. Even her friends got annoyed. "So, unless you want plain water, you should probably tell me what you want.[/color]" Hopefully she wouldn't make a big deal out of that, because he just didn't want to deal with another drama queen.

"So, are you another of Nikki’s cousins? Or just her latest boy-toy”

Did she just say what he thought she said? Scott was pretty sure he heard it right. He raised an eyebrow and asked, "Does it really look that way?[/color]" That would be really weird if that's what people were thinking. "If so, I might have to get away from my cousin.[/color]" Well, that pretty much gave away the answer to Amanda's question. Ne pretty much said that he was Nikki's cousin without really saying it. Yes, confusing but it's not hard to figure it all out...Unless you were really stupid, but Amanda didn't seem like a girl that didn't have a brain. She might have not been the smartest but she didn't seem like an airhead either. Then again, what did Scott know about her? He had only known her for about five minutes - maybe less.
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[Nathan Street]

nate STREET.


I can't breathen I can't get this out.
Don't know and I can't explain.
But I feel that I will be the only one now.
Can't seem to penetrate.

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January 27, 2007.
Les Deux, Los Angeles.
Bailey’s 18th birthday party.
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Contrary to popular belief, Nathan Street wasn’t someone who was into drug dealing for the money. Nor the girls. And definitely not the reputation. He was in it for the empowerment. There was something oddly satisfying having some poor, pathetic heroine addict being at your feet, just to fold enough so he can afford his next fix. An unusual cruel feeling settled into his stomach when he would look down into the scabby, pale face of a sixteen year-old cocaine addict, her dead eyes suddenly filling with a hungry, twisted sort of emotion. For these people, the only thing that mattered anymore was the drugs. Their bodies would only function with high amounts of illegal substances flowing through their veins, slowly killing them. They would commit crimes and betray family and friends just to get their dirty hands on that pill that they adored so much. Everything about these addict’s lives depended solely on these drugs. They would go through the five stages at first – casually approaching Nate about a bag of weed or something. When that wasn’t enough, they would come half-high towards him in the middle of the night, demanding something stronger. Something strong enough to dull the pain of withdrawal. Once that happened, the Irish male knew he had hooked himself a new client. As time would pass, these people would become more and more dependant on that new, stronger drug. Through active use and abuse, through trial and error, finally stopping at Dependency. Population: one.

Since he was eighteen, Nate had been struggling to find some sort of power in his life again. At first, he had experimented with drug dealing as a way to get into the “in crowd”. He had tested countless people the same way – forcing them to try new and dangerous street drugs, hazing them and, most importantly of all, seeing if they could cut it in high-pressure situations. Unfortunately, hardly anyone passed all three tests. However, when he put the pieces of the puzzle together as to why his mother had been some brutally murdered, he had lost much of his taste for the drug world. He rarely got into fights using weapons, and had never seen anyone get knifed – now he knew why. But he was good at what he did, and there wasn’t much chance to get out of dealing now. It was like popularity. Incredibly difficult to get into, incredibly difficult to get out of. Just this world had a few more consequences. Death, for instance. Revenge was sweet in his lifestyle, it really was. As a talented and powerful drug dealer, it was uncommon for just anyone to come up to him and voice the opinions everyone else had of him. The fact he was too quiet, too kind, it was lame. Instead, he was looking forward to his apartment getting trashed, getting jumped in a dark alley and other juvenile forms of hatred. Creative, guys.

But, really, those days were long behind him. There wasn’t much threat in Valkyrie, California. He found himself at a teenage girl’s birthday party at a ritzy club, clue in that he wasn’t leading the hard life anymore.

As the night continued on, Nate hadn’t really moved from his solitary position by the front door. Every now and then, he slinked out of the club to grab a quick cigarette, but other than that, he had been sitting at an abandoned bar stool since he arrived. His blues eyes sweeping around the crowded party, the Irish male blew a soft sigh. This place so wasn’t his style. These weren’t the people he socialized with. These weren’t the drinks he would drink if he did. It was all too superficially LA for him, thank you very much. The dresses were shorter and tighter. The shoes were higher. The clothing was designer. The make-up was heavier. The hook-ups were hotter. The dancing was more grinding. While his friends spent Saturday nights at a local café, drinking bitter coffee and smoking cigarettes, debating the latest world issue. If clubbing came into the scene, they would drape themselves in classy black items, request dark song from the DJ and drink straight alcohol. With everyone dressed to the nines, we had Nate Street. Dressed in a wrinkled, white shirt and spiked, wind-blown hair.

Having just begun to debate whether to finish his fourth cigarette of the night, Nate’s own eyes caught another pair of striking blue ones on the dance floor. Bailey Mitchell, birthday girl and the girl he had a strange relationship with. They weren’t friends, didn’t date and didn’t hate one another - it was more like a mutual…whatever. Twirling his tan cigarette in two fingers, the Ireland native merely arched his eyebrow and offered the birthday girl a weak smirk. He knew no one had really been expecting him at such a high-end party, but things happen. Besides, Addison needed someone to keep her out of trouble. Watching as Anne grinned drunkenly and, quite obviously, pointed straight at him, Nate morphed his expression into an icy frown. Slouching back against the bar and crossing his arms across his narrow midsection, he simply pushed his cigarette back behind his ear and turned his attention to the infamous girl stumbling towards him.

Daphne Hayes. The infamous alcoholic A-lister Daphne Hayes. ‘D’ in the BBAD Quad, most popular girl in school, and – he was guessing – the object of half the male population’s desire. Perhaps. While she looked beautiful, he had never seen a girl look like such a mess. A drunken mess, anyways. A soft smile appearing on his face, Nate pushed his leg off of the bar stool beside him and motioned to it with his head. It would be humiliating for anyone to stumble over at their best friend’s birthday party. “That Nate kid, hm? That’s a new one – but yeah, Nate here and speaking.” His accented voice thick as he arched an eyebrow, he uncrossed his hands and straightened up. Like always, he had come to this party prepared to make a month’s rent or more – more being the hopefully one in this situation. “It depends. Your street drugs: heroine, crack, cocaine, pot, acid. Any hallucinogen you can think of. I’m also carrying a pharmacy of pain killers, sleeping pills and anti-depressants.” Speaking robotically, the stressed Irishmen raised both of his eyebrows at Daphne before shrugging once.

Business is business.

[Mark Wood]

Mark Wood
And I realize your behind me, To help and humankind me
***

It would be surprising if Mark had ever been a different type of guy than the one he was at this moment. His sister Charlie even told him that he probably came out of the womb, looked around the room, rolled his eyes and then bitched that the incompetent doctors took to long getting him out after all, it smelled in there. But he had to have changed a bit, just not in any way that mattered. People don't change. You are who you are. You don't have much of a choice and therefore Mark has always been and will always be sarcastic, smart, and rather insensitive. He didn't remember much about being a kid, perhaps because he never felt like one. Charlie was the little girl who grinned all the time and made a bunch of friends. Mark was always the kid reading in the corner during kindergarten and if someone came up to talk to him he'd stick his nose in the air and ignore them or I don't know, call them a butthead or something. Mark just remembered not trusting anyone's sincerity, even if it was just a hello from a classmate.

Mark chuckled a bit, "I do say so." he replied with a small nod. Although, Mark had not been smart enough to outsmart himself. He couldn't trick himself into know that he was a joy. He knew he was a miserable bastard most of the time. Look at what he had said to his own sister just before coming her. He had used her own horrific experiences from the past against her to prove a point. And even now his mind made him add that just because it was a bastard thing to say, he had been right and he felt as though that excused it a bit. After all, if everyone lies, him telling the truth was something refreshing right?

Charlie had been right too though. Natalie did not know Mark's ex-girlfriend was pregnant and he really didn't plan on telling her. If everything was what Jessica said it was there was really no logical reason Natalie needed to know. It's not like Mark was pressuring her into sex, they had not even kissed or officially gone out. Charlie was jumping to conclusions that he was being way more devious than he was, not that he blamed her suspicions. He glanced back at the main party as Natalie spoke again. Already there were drunks around and he couldn't help but notice the birthday girl being one of those drinking so heavily. As well there seemed to be a punch thrown already. Got to love adolescents right?

"Okay, I'm lost. You tell me what people do besides drink, drugs, and sex."

Mark shrugged, "African tribal dances?" Mark suggested looking down at her. "You should know, between the two of us you're definitely the social butterfly while I remain the book worm." He glanced back at the party and laughed slightly, "I don't know. Doesn't the whole thing just seem like a bad lifetime channel original movie? Fun for far away laughs and pathetic for those involved?" He asked, not really caring if she answered or not. It was strange how quickly Natalie had gotten past his bitchiness. He had never seen her for a girl with high tolerance. He had not been that friendly when they first met, although she had amused him and that was pretty much how you got to Mark, you proved to him you weren't boring and natalie was not boring.

Miles Giovanni
Right or wrong I should have stayed up 'til the break of dawn
***

Miles wasn't this guy when he was younger. He had changed from when he was a young kid drastically in every way that mattered. When he was a kid he was the nerdy boy. Miles was always smart. He knew it and he was proud of it. What he wasn't proud of was his years of letting people push him around like a little bitch. He wore his glasses all the time and his head had been far too large for his skinny little body. He had been awkward as hell. Now he felt comfortable speaking with people. His body had grown to match his head. He was even a semi-attractive guy. He was fun and charming and kind and a good friend and a great swimmer. He was once this soft spoken kid, he was submissive and compliant and now? Heh let's just say that's not the way it works now, no matter how much he might seem to be a 'sweet heart'. He glanced over across the room and smiled slightly to himself seeing Paolo approach Samantha and her stand up and walk away.

He turned back to the rather understated beautiful girl in front of him. As he did so he caught a glimpse of outside where he could see his whorish ex-girlfriend Haley sitting, looking rather lonely. His eyes narrowed slightly as he saw Mr. Everett touch her shoulder. If he was looking for a booty call he chose the wrong slut. Miles still saw Haley as his slightly since he hadn't been the one to end it. Not that he wanted that used up, pathetic, weak human specimen but she was his until he dismissed her. He would leave it be. At least for now. He looked back and Bevin with a grin.

"I guess we are. I'm not one to wear some tight-fitting dress anyway."

Miles drew in a deep breath and looked up at the ceiling and nodded, "Yeah me neither." He replied before laughing slightly, and dropping his eyes to hers, "Sorry... I like dressing up when the situation requires it but seeing as a friend's birthday party is not a black tie event... I think both of us are safe. He said with a small nod. He did enjoy a suit and tie, even a tux now and then but for when the occasion called for it. Or when he wanted to feel domineering. "Oh hey, you're Paolo's cousin aren't you. Miles, right?" He smiled but cursed slightly on the inside from the recognition of being Paolo's cousin. Yeah that would make him Bevin's cousin's cousin's cousin. Which meant they were nothing basically. But the smile stayed, "Yes I am and you're Bevin, Reed's cousin."

[Bailey Mitchell]

Sebastian Parker

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I said I bet that you look good on the dance floor
I don't know if you're looking for romance or...
Don't know what you're looking for.[/center]
"You wanted to see me, aw jeez Jule's I'm flattered'" he teased, poking his tongue between his teeth as he grinned, draping and arm around her shoulders in a friendly manner as they walked outside passing several people they went to uni with, Addison Slade looking not very Addison like in a short yellow number and Sebastian had to do a double take to make sure it was her, wow the chain smoking Aussie scrubbed up nicely, oh and sitting with corner looking all brooding and disheveled was that Street fellow the one that Sebastian had a strong distaste for, he just didn't like the look of him. Steering Julie away from his general direction, they went out into the courtyard and Sebastian grabbed a glass of alcohol off of a tray from a passing cocktail waiter "Did you want anything? Water? Sebastian asked Julie as they sat down, smirking slightly at her modest lady like ways as she pulled her dress down over her thighs. He knew she didn't drink or do drugs it was one of the things he liked about her she wasn't cheap or tacky at all, she had morals sure at times he thought they where a bit insane, like not having sex? No sex would cause madness in Sebastian Parker as would no drugs or alcohol, but that no drugs part let's not mention that to Julie. The last thing he wanted to do was lose her as a friend - on of his few female friends - because of a nasty drug habit he couldn't shake.

Downing some of the repulsive cocktail Sebastian screwed up his face a bought the glass up to his nose and sniffed the contents, it smelt like fucking poison, trust his alcoholic teen cousin to choose the most revolting and strong cocktails to serve at her eighteenth. "I always look good." Sebastian replied, a lopsided grin on his face as he leaned back into the couch opposite her "So do you though, but you always look divine" the flirt coming out in him again? Well that was no surprise and it seemed that he had begun flirting with Julie more often and he really had no idea why, he knew he wouldn't 'settle down' with her and if they did have some kind of romantic fling or sexual encounter Sebastian new it could only end up one way...bad.

Drinking the rest of the repulsive cocktail he placed the glass on the table and leaned forward tilting his head to the side as he surveyed her, all these high moralled beauties fucking messed with his head and it irritated him. "So what have you been up to Julie?" He raised a questioning brow at her, pushing his hair out of his face not taking his eyes off her.

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The Birthday Girl

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She don't believe in shooting stars,
but she believe in shoes and cars.
Wood floors in the new apartment,
couture from the stores departments.[/center]
"Our parties are awesomeee" Bailey giggled at Anne, moving around on the dance floor shoving several randoms out of her way, ew they where totally in her space. "Gosh they"

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[natalie]

• n a t a l i e •
tell the dj to play my song
& we can dance all night
'til the early morning
- - - - - - - - - - - -
les deux in los angeles
bailey's birthday party
saturday, january 27, 2007
• • •

When Natalie had first moved to Valkyrie, everything seemed to be fine with her life. She had moved not too long after the year started, but when she first got her, nobody really knew Natalie. She had friends, but some older students would just say that she was 'Nikki's sister' and that was just about it. As much as she loved her sister, Natalie didn't want to be known as just a sister. She wanted to be known as herself- as Natalie Malinda. In the beginning, Natalie didn't really do anything about it though. Because she didn't do that, she avoided a lot of drama while other people practically had something happening to them every other week. Then, right when she started getting a little popular around, everything seemed to happen. It might have just been a coincidence, and it might not be. How should Natalie know? The things that happened to her just sort of happened.

Everything started off good, just like how her school year started. But then there was the masquerade ball. It started off good, ended up....not too good. Is that what everything was like? Starting off good and ending up bad? Natalie sure hoped not because she wanted at least something happy in her life. Then the fire occured. That was something that was opposite of everything else. It started off bad because Natalie could have died in there. She was too focused on what was going on and the truth was, she was frozen - probably out of fear. Soon enough, she was being rescued by Garrett and actually survived - and that was the good. There was one problem though - Garrett Levesque. He wasn't the problem, but he was just part of it.

Natalie had known Garrett before the explosion. She just didn't know him very well. They were just people that would say "Hi" when passing by but the was about it. So, you could probably imagine how shocked Natalie felt when she was told that Garrett had saved him. She wouldn't have been too surprised if one of her friends rescued her, but it was Garrett. They never had talked that much yet he had risked his own life to save hers. She was so thankful and Natalie actually started to like Garrett a little. Then there was that whole thing with Natalie going along with Sam to Mark's house. Now there's the problem. Natalie also liked Mark. Now she was confused about everything because this wasn't just one little crush that would go away...or would it? She didn't know. And even though Natalie and Garrett weren't really a 'thing' at all, she still felt slightly guilty which surprised herself.

"African tribal dances?"

With a slight laughter in her voice, Natalie said, "I think I'll pass, but dancing isn't a bad idea." Her eyes glanced to the inside of Les Deux. "It's kind of crowded though." She didn't really mind that much, but Natalie just didn't want to not enjoy her time here because people were pushing through her, trying to get somewhere. One time that had actually happened, and Natalie almost fell into a bowl of punch, but she caught herself right before falling. "You should know, between the two of us you're definitely the social butterfly while I remain the book worm." "You probably read a book about what people like to do, and I'm sure this isn't your first party.

" Natalie said.

"I don't know. Doesn't the whole thing just seem like a bad lifetime channel original movie? Fun for far away laughs and pathetic for those involved?"

"Nah, I wouldn't say so. Maybe a little, but if it was a movie, my life would be more...perfect." It's not like Natalie hated her life or anything. She was fine with how it was, but everyone had to have something in their lives that they wanted to change. If someone actually thought that their lives were perfect, they were either really conceited or weird. Even the people who wanted to appreciate what they had still had moments where they wished their lives were better. That's just how things were. "Mark," Natalie said, her eyes returning to the sky "If you could wish for anything, what would you wish for?" It was a kind of random question, but it helped her find out what people were like.
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[lucy]

lucy paolo riley

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& this is who i am when,
when i don't know myself anymore
& this is what i choose when it's all left up to me
breathe your life into me, i can feel you
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"How about you tell him that he's gonna wake up in a hospital if he touches you again"

Lucy giggled as she smiled herself, "Works for me. I didn't really like him anyway."[/color] She shrugged, looking uninterested, but smirked as she looked back at him. With Luke, being so protective over her by some random dude, you could say she was flattered and secretly enjoying it. Honestly, which girl wouldn't want her boyfriend beat up some guy because he touched you? Yeah, that was hot. Lucy could definitely get use to perks like these.

"I'm the ill kisser, right?" She was a little bit in that 'bliss stage' that she was just smiling at everything he was saying. She shrugged and cocked her head to the side, some fo her hair falling over her shoulders. "Would you kiss me again if I said yes?"[/color] she offered and giggled again. "But there will be a lot more of that later, trust me" Lucy nodded, already excited about 'later'. "Ok. I'll definitely, definitely hold you to that."[/color] When Luke ordered some shots for them she paused and looked around at the rest of the club. She wondered if anyone was noticing them? They were probably viewing her as another hook-up for Luke if they were looking over here at all. Oh, would they all be fooled since now, Lucy was his girlfriend, and like some celeb, all the fangirls can be disappointed when they find out he's dating someone.

"To us."

Lucy was handed her shot and she clunked hers with Luke, "Cheers to that."[/color] She swallowed it and felt it burning down her esophagus. She squinted her eyes as she let out a small cough. But then, in return, she asked the bartender for two more. When he gave her two more, she handed one to Luke. "Mmm, let's make this one out to Chester. For narrowily escaping you and bring us together." Not even really toasting this time, she just tilted her head back and swallowed it. That'll do her good for the next hour or so. Was she planning to get drunk? Eh, maybe if it just happened. It was a party, and they were in fucking Hollywood. Besides, she had Luke and Chester probably wasn't the only guy Luke could be talking about.

When music seemed to reach her ears for the first time, she gasped; widening her eyes and opening her mouth. "Oh! I love this song!" She put her hands around his shoulders again only for them to slide down his arms towards his hands, pulling him with her. "Dance with me, Luke."[/color] She started laughing and singing along as she turned around, letting go of one of his hand, but lifting up hers and his other above her head as she lead him into the humid crowd.
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Being denied was like one harsh slap across the face and Paolo felt that Sam's refusement was as if she leaned over and did just that to him. He wasn't going to let her stubborness get in the way of this desperate attempt to make her talk to him. Though, it was his fault why she wasn't talking to him in more ways than just one. Some of his friends thought he was stupid for one, hooking up with Coco. And two, willingly going to tell Sam what he did...accidently did...would have never of happened if he was sober.

"Keep the drink, because I think I know everything I need to know."

When she got up and started walking away, Paolo mumbled a 'shit' and placed the glass on the table before turning to follower her. "No, Sam. Come on, please? You don't know everything... Wait, I mean, of course you know everything because I didn't want to hide anything from you. But...please just hear me out?" He was talking loudly, for he was a little bit behind Sam, not wanting to be breathing down her neck. It was cute how Paolo was stumbling over some of his words. Something that never happened to Paolo Giovanni. Maybe that was why some people were starting to stare at Paolo as he brushed past them to follow Sam, like a little puppy dog one could not get rid off no matter how hard they tried. "Sam, please. I'm not going away until you...you look at me, talk to me, the same way like you use to."

He saw her stop against a wall and Paolo stopped in front of her. He casted a glance over his shoulder at a few of the onlookers. Eh, did they have to be so nosey? Paolo liked to be under the radar when it came to gossip and scandal. It was bad enough about his family, so he liked to keep a low-profile when it came to the social scene. Last thing he would want was to show up on that 'list' on the SS mystery blogger that sprung up earlier this year that was causing all the popular kids watching their backs. He couldn't stand how sad she looked, and what was worse was that he put it there. "Sam..."[/color] he said and he reached for her face with his hand, as if to caress it, but he stopped himself and put his hand deep in the pocket of his jeans. "Sorry." He rolled his lips together and looked down at the floor. He looked back at Sam with guilt written all over his face. "What will it take you to forgive me?"[/color]
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Riley was so speechless that he just gaped for a moment, unable to really register that Addison was here, in Los Angeles, at a Valkyrie party. "Wow, uh...Addy-Addison. What are you doing here? In America?"[/color] 'At the city I use to live in.' Riley wanted to add but stopped himself. The last time he saw Addison Slade was in Australia, with an engagement ring, and a 'no.' Riley sometimes thought back to the previous year and how...unlike Riley he was. In those few weeks of what suppose to be was having fun with some friends. He instead, fell so head over heels for this girl that he proposed to her by the end of the trip. That had to be the most impulsive thing Riley Turner had ever done. No one would have ever expected him to do that. That, was why he never told anyone. Besides his little cousin, Bevin, who was glad to listen to his 'love story' and trouble that he needed to get off his chest. Like he said before; people wouldn't believe that the responsible Riley was going to spend the rest of his life with some girl he knew for a few weeks. That would definitely dub the Turner boys as 'quick proposers'.

When he came back to the United States, it was a little heartbreaking for him. He tossed the ring in a box labeled 'old stuff'. Action figures, and old baseball cards occupied the box along with other worthless trinkets. They were all old things that everything in the box, at some point, would be forgotten...including the ring. That was the plan until he was face-to-face with his old flame, memories and feelings rushing back. It was like they were in Australia again.

Like any man who was faced with rejection, Riley couldn't help but feel a little resentment towards Addison, she did break his heart afterall. He always thought she was too dependent on her family and would listen to everything they said, whether it be for the best of her, or the worst. Riley knew that her family forced a wedge between them. They never did like him. He was some American boy who was young, stupid, and poor. He was that guy who would mooch of some rich family and break some girls heart. It wasn't like he was staying, he was on a trip. But Riley had morals. He had been ready to change everything for Addison... it just didn't work out. Riley was slowly finsing the irony of how he was on her turf a year ago, and how she was on his.

He shook his head and looked at her, then looked away only to look back at her again to make sure he wasn't seeing things. He sighed heavily and let out a dry laugh, "I'm sorry. I'm just having a hard time...you being here." Hw widened his eyes as his hands slipped in his pockets. He rolled for a moment on the balls of his feet before removing a hand and rubbing the back of his neck. "Ok, this is really awkward. You...me...here. Uh, do you want something to drink?"[/color]
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[samantha]

• s a m a n t h a •
tell the dj to play my song
& we can dance all night
'til the early morning
- - - - - - - - - - - -
les deux in los angeles
bailey's birthday party
saturday, january 27, 2007
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She just didn't know what to do anymore. One part of her was saying, "Forget him, forget him." while other part was telling her, "Forgive him, forgive him." So, which part was she suppose to listen to? Then there were other things going in her mind and nothing was coming out. It was like, things were runing around in her head and all it was doing was making Samantha feel confused and just weird at the same time. She felt so many emotions at the same time and she didn't know what to do about it. Just add all the other things happening in the party and it just made Samantha want to escape from everything. There was nowhere to go though. Everywhere was so crowded and she knew pretty well that she wouldn't be able to avoid Paolo forever...But she could try, right?

Even when she tried, it didn't work. Samantha had stopped at the wall, hoping that Paolo would just stay where she was before, but she didn't notice that he followed her until she stopped. There wasn't much she could do now, and Samantha could already figure out that if she went somewhere, he would followed to. Her eyes glanced over to the women's restroom after an idea popped into her head, but she looked away when she noticed how long the line was. Ugh. It's not like they needed to go to the restroom, but most females just had to check their hair and make-up every five seconds...While others actually needed to go, but still, put both together and you have a long line before getting inside. Well, she can cross that thing off her list.

When Samantha was walking, she had heard Paolo talking, but she wasn't listening because he wasn't close and there was too much noise around them...Plus, she didn't want to hear him anyways. "Sam, please. I'm not going away until you...you look at me, talk to me, the same way like you use to." She didn't walk away, it wouldn't do any good. - but Sam wasn't looking at Paolo. She just couldn't. It might just let everything out and she didn't want to do that. Sure, she wasn't in the brightest of moods while sitting down, but now, people were watching and now, crying wouldn't be good. It took all of her strength to keep her tears inside. Still not looking at him, she said, "I can't Paolo, I just can't." Her head was turned to the side a little, and her eyes looked down at the floor so that she wouldn't have to see the eyes of other people watching her.

"I really don't want to go through this again. To be honest, I'm trying to forget it all. With you standing there It's not helping." Okay, not the nicest thing to say, but it's not like she had to be an angel to him, right? He had already hurt her enough. Samantha had slightly seen Paolo's hand about to touch her, but felt so thankful when she didn't feel his touch - but she knew, that inside, she really just wanted to be back with him again. "Sam...Sorry." Then there was those 'two parts' of her that told her different things. One side was saying, "Is that all you can say? Sorry? You expect everything to be back to normal with sorry?!". The other was saying, "That's all I needed to hear. Now everything is all good." Psh, the second part seemed unbelieveable, but she kind of wished things worked like that.

"What will it take you to forgive me?"

And that was the question that he wanted to know the answer to and that same question was the one that Samantha didn't know the answer to. Nice, huh? She didn't know if she could even forgive him because now, Samantha wasn't even sure if she knew who Paolo was. He said he was the same guy that she saw him as, but then he goes out and hooks up with Coco. That just can't be right. Truthfully, Samantha wanted to forgive him though, but she didn't know how. It had to take some convincing, and it might not be easy. It really just depended on how you convinced her. "I...I don't know." Yeah, that helped him a lot. Samantha finally looked at Paolo, and right when she did, she felt a tear slide down her cheek and her insides started to twist and turn - and not in a good way. This was just great.

[juliepiner]

bailey's bash at les deux
do you ever wonder why
this music gets you high?
it takes you on a ride
you feel it when your body starts to r o c k
the look

"Of course I wanted to see you Seb, I’m always happy to see you.” Julie grinned as Sebastian draped an arm around her. It was true too, she was always happy to see Sebastian, just because he was a close friend, and of course because he drove her insane. Not many guys ever had the effect on Julie that Sebastian did, so he should consider himself one lucky guy. However as far as getting lucky, that wouldn’t happen. Sebastian was one of the few people who all of her straight edge qualities – no drinking, smoking, no sex. At least not until she was twenty one for drinking, never smoking, and not having sex until she was married. But anyway, the young girl felt completely comfortable around Sebastian since he knew about all of that. It made it even more fun that they flirted so often, and Julie was quite flattered, Sebastian was an extremely attractive guy and there were times where she just wished she could let loose and hook up with him, her version of course.

Shaking her head at his question, “No, I’m fine, thanks.” she looked over at Nate and was about to give a quick discrete wave to her friend, but she’d already passed him and Seb seemed to be walking more quickly now, steering her away from him. She knew the two didn’t like each other, and she hated that. It tore her up that two of her closest friends had to have such a strong dislike towards each other. But even if she pleaded to one to maybe give the other a chance, she knew it would probably do no good, maybe even make things worse, so she left it alone as long as they didn’t get into any fist fights or anything. Now seated, Julie rolled her eyes playfully at his comment about always looking good. A smile came to her face as he said she always looked divine. Divine. That was something she’d never been called before. “Thanks Seb.” She said before scooting a little closer to him. She couldn’t help it; she wanted to be closer to him.

Shrugging, she replied to his question, “Nothing really. Just busy with school, work, and swimming.” She said. Well wasn’t that an exciting answer. But it was true; she hadn’t really been up to much else. Her love life was nonexistent, and the only flirting she did was with Seb. And she didn’t even like the guy as a potential boyfriend, she just thought he was well, gorgeous and liked being around him. It sounded horrible coming from a girl like Julie, but it was true. “What about you? Getting into trouble, the usual?” She teased, looking into his stunning eyes for a brief moment.

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[Peter Fischer]

Peter Fischer
Sugarhigh, I gotta have it, really need it to get by
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Peter had changed a fair amount from when he was a kid although not completely. He was a bit more... unorthodox now than he had been as a kid. He also had walls that were necessary to keep himself protected against his father's abuse. When he was a kid, he was completely exposed, he hadn't had his sarcasm or sharp wit to retort with. Like most kids in bad situations, there wasn't much he could do to protect himself he had needed a mother or someone else there to protect him and no one had been so he learned to do it for himself and over compensated. But in his own mind, one the rare moments he felt like being honest with himself, he was still that kid, completely exposed as his father verbally and sometimes physically ripped him to shreds. He had also gotten stronger though, perhaps not as strong as he thought himself but strong none the less. He no longer jumped at his father's whim. He had grown old enough and strong enough that he could refuse to follow his fathers extreme expectations. That was strength. But as a way to demonstrate this, Peter hid is prodigy piano skills, pretended he wasn't as smart as he was and how he could do complicated math problems quickly and in his head, pretended to not knowingly give wrong answers in ap calculous in school, pretended not to rock at chess and love the game, and pretended not to care about anything of real substance... that was weakness.

Another weakness was this girl driving him insane as she sat on his lap, allowing the pressure of her rather light weight body to hit him in... lets just say the most important places you want to hit to make a good impression. "You're very correct, Mr. Fischer.." he heard her say. He was hardly listening right then because all his attention was made alert as her went from playing with his belt loops to over his groin. He had been trying with some difficulty not to get too aroused. He was fine with a lot of flirtation and some making out in public but when it actually came to sexual organs straining themselves outward in a very visible way, he tended to prefer privacy... unless it was like people watching for sexual kicks, like a sex party or something, he was always open to new things but the place had to have the right mood to it. He took a quick breath as he felt her grind closer to him as she bit his bottom lips very gently. He and coco hadn't actually had sex yet. They would be right now if their were no clothes between the two, but for all he knew, tonight probably would be the night.

"So many naughty things I can make you do. Maybe if you play your cards right...I'll let you do it right here.. right now.."

He felt her hands at the ridge of his pants and yeah, it was safe to say he was lusting at this point but in the middle of a party where no one else was would just be weird but he was totally up for getting a room, he totally had the means to pay for it and more. He groaned slightly as she got even closer, she was going to make him crazy. "..You have just been such a bad.. bad.. little boy, Peter Fischer.." He then let himself lean into it as her mouth locked itself onto his and their tongues went to their favorite game of tug-a-war. He moved his hands to the small off her neck his embrace far softer and romantic than the lusty kiss their lips were in the middle of. It was a kiss that his whole body seemed to react to. He sat up straighter and no longer had control of the arousal in his boxers, he leaned into it more, helping to cause more pleasurable pressure between their bodies and his skin could feel that heat growing. As the intensely sexual kiss finally parted Peter kept his face close to hers and took a deep breath as he scanned her rather cute facial features for a moment before nodding, "We need to get a room.... now." he said, still nodding his hands dropping back to her hips.