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Post by Logan Bishop on Nov 10, 2006 14:33:56 GMT -6
The sun was sinking lower into the sea, a bright array of vivid colors illuminating the pale blue sky. The air was still warm and a few people lingered on the warm sand. The quiet was nice, but it was broken by the barking of a large golden animal, the dog racing along the shoreline. Behind the dog ran a boy, his brown hair blowing back as he sprinted after the huge dog. Finally, the dog slowed down and the boy stopped beside him, panting a bit. Patting the dog's head, the boy sat down on the sand and looked at the sunset, his golden eyes content.
Logan McDair, he'd lived in Valkyrie all his life and he never got tired of the sunset over the beach. Of course, he would never tell his friends that because they'd laugh at him. After all, Logan McDair, sports hotshot, wasn't into natural beauty, he was a playboy who liked things fake. That was what the people who thought they were his friends thought anyway. Logan was deep, not like an ocean, but enough. He liked photography, he liked simple things, he liked natural beauty. It was just when he was drunk that he grabbed for the girls who had been given an extra boost. A few faint stars began to appear on the horizon line and a man dressed in a crisp black suit came up beside Logan.
"Master Logan, would you like me to take Duke home?" he asked, his stately English accent giving him the perfect butler look. Logan nodded and accepted the camera the butler handed him.
As the man took the golden retriever away, Logan stood up and looked for something to take pictures of. He wasn't into the whole, take pictures of yourself thing. Anyway, dressed as he was, no shirt and athletic shorts, he wasn't looking much like a model. Logan sighed and clicked a few times at the sunset, only happy with one picture out of about ten and deleting the other nine. |
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Post by bridgetainsworth on Nov 10, 2006 14:52:57 GMT -6
Bridget walked down the beach, her feet on the warm sand. In her arms she carried a towel. She looked at the sunset, it was as beautiful as ever. There was a nice breeze going through her hair, it was perfect. Bridget was out here earlier with some friends, they had already left. She decided to go on a walk before she went home.
She wore only a bikini top and a skirt. The top was white with pink and green polka dots. Her skirt was just a white cover-up really. Her hair was curled, as it normally was.
As she walked down the beach, she saw a familiar face. She ran forward and saw it was Logan McDair, a cute friend of hers. He saw him take a few pictures.
"Hey!" she said walking over to him," Did you take any good ones?"
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Post by Logan Bishop on Nov 10, 2006 15:02:50 GMT -6
Logan smiled as he looked up at Bridget. They were friends, he liked to say good friends because she was cute. Logan liked Bridget, but he made sure to keep it respectful, something he did with all his girls that were actually friends. Looking her over, from her perfect curls to the bikini she was wearing, Logan guessed she'd been here with other friends. Then again, Bridget always looked nice.
An idea hatched in Logan's brain as he looked at Bridget, the sun lighting up her face. Quickly, he snapped about a dozen pictures of her.
"Well, I had one good one of the sunset. But now I've got about twelve really fabulous ones. The perfect model makes taking pictures a lot easier." Logan said, smiling at Bridget. His tanned skin made his teeth look whiter then they were, though Logan did like to think he had a nice smile. |
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Post by bridgetainsworth on Nov 10, 2006 15:14:44 GMT -6
Bridget smiled but looked real as he took the pictures of her. She hoped she looked good. One thing she knew that Logan was good at was photography. She thought he could be famous one day.
"Aww," she said smiling,"thank you. It takes a perfect photographer to take a perfect picture."
She laid down her towel and signaled him to sit down. She looked at the sunset, it was beautiful. She hoped it could stay like this for awhile. She also hoped he didn't have to leave soon.
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Post by Logan Bishop on Nov 10, 2006 15:21:02 GMT -6
Logan nodded and sat down next to Bridget on the towel. He began to check threw his photos, they were all pretty good. Logan was proud that he could take pictures well, but he knew that wasn't what life had in store for him. Logan was going to go into the family business and race horses and do real estate. Joy for being the elder male in the family!
"So, Ms. Bridget, I heard something about you turning seventeen soon. Maybe I could get an invite to the party? Or do I need to persuade you first?" Logan asked, eyebrows raise, his golden eyes sly. Logan loved to tease Bridget, she was like a little sister. A really hot little sister. Ok, let's go with family friend otherwise it sounds creepy. |
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Post by bridgetainsworth on Nov 10, 2006 16:39:59 GMT -6
Ah, her birthday party. She was turning seventeen and was having a huge party at her house. Everyone was invited, her house could fit everyone. She was so excited for it.
"Yeah, you are sitting next to the birthday girl. Well, tomorrow is my birthday. My party is going to be so much fun. I think you will have to persuade me first." she smiled as she said the last thing to him.
They had known each other forever. He would always tease her, but she didn't mind. She actually liked it. She thought of him as a really good friend. She also thought he was cute.
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Post by Logan Bishop on Nov 10, 2006 16:46:08 GMT -6
Logan smiled and nodded. This would be a fun thing to do. Bridget could buy anything she wanted, so he had to give her something really good. Of course, Logan knew that he was invited anyways, but this would make it even better. Like a personal invite. Scooting closer to Bridget, he clicked a few more times with his camera.
"How about I buy you something really nice. And, what about me using you for my model on my next photography class?" Logan asked, a soft smirk on his face. His next photography class project was coming up and he needed to find a model, but it had to be someone he was comfortable with. He defiantly was like that with Bridget because they had never dated and she was a really good friend. |
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Post by bridgetainsworth on Nov 10, 2006 17:40:07 GMT -6
She was teasing him when told him to persuade her. He was already invited, but she liked fooling around with him like this. He knew he was invited, too. They just liked doing this kind of thing.
"A model?" she said to him smiling," I like that. Bridget Ainswoth, the model. I can see it! So, lets say I model for you. What type of things do I get to wear?"
She liked his offer. A model, she never considered it before. She would also get to do it with him. She smiled, she liked being here.
(( Sorry it is short. I have writers block!))
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