you found me ,

[Sophie Hayes-Castellanos]

SOPHIE PERSEPHONE ,
SO HERE WE ARE, THAT'S PRETTY FAR
WHEN YOU THINK OF WHERE WE'VE BEEN
NO GOING BACK, I'M FADING OUT ALL THAT
HAS FADED ME WITHIN. YOU'RE BY MY SIDE
NOW EVERYTHING'S FINE I CAN'T BELIEVE
YOU FOUND ME
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----SHE'D BEEN IN VALKYRIE FOR ABOUT four hours now. off the plane and into the old apartment she shared with her older brother, petros. but, all of sophie's happy feelings for valkyrie disappeared once she got off the plane. her nervous empty feeling settled at the pit of her stomach as the cab drove her home. she saw what that blogger ss posted in her recent blog. it was the day after her mother finally agreed that finishing school in america might be a not-so-bad idea since the recent depressive state the seventeen year old had been in on moving back to athens. sophie, for one, had no clue that ss was even remotely interested in her since in valkyrie, sophie was essentially a nobody. but since she was a little more popular with her brother in their home country, the hayes siblings return to greece was kind of a big deal. mostly since petros took audrey, who wasn't an actress, model, or socialite. this of course fascinated some of the local tabloids in greece. however, her mother, after scolding her for running away, was forcing her back into modeling for her new line. great punishment, right? except it was, considering what she did the last time she walked the runway in rome. passed out from not eating and high on drugs. but her mom insisted since her campaign was kind of men and women. sophie was the female, and well, a boy named jeremy, who was nineteen, was the male. this is the same blonde boy she was photographed around athens with. her mother fueled the rumors that there was something between them because she told sophie that 'it promoted the line.' no, there was absolutely nothing between them because sophie was still hung up on milo. several times over the past few months she tried calling him but chickened out in the last second and hung up. she hadn't talked to him since she slipped out of his house while sleeping that night back in june.

oh, and her father was fine. after suffering a heart attack, he was back home from the hospital and taking it easy. sophie kept him company most days since she rarely left the house unless it was to go work for her mom. she told the stories of valkyrie to him while he rested in bed. about the school, the charity ball petros and her went to, her friend hayden, how daphne was doing, and of course, milo, (leaving out the part where she drunkenly tried to seduce him into sex, but he refused.) sophie believed that all her constant talk of wanting to be back there to her father made him talk to his wife about letting her go back for her senior year. which she was so excited for... until she saw the pictures on ss' blog. she kneaded her knuckles into her palm constantly at the thought of what milo thought of the pictures. she was too afraid to call him, but felt like she had to explain that it was nothing. that it was just this stupid boy she worked with set up by her stupid mother.

what was worse? it took her twenty minutes to break into her brother's stash of hennessy and scotch and start drinking from the bottle on the couch with the phone in front of her on the table. she nervously played the game of dialing his number, stopping, drinking, putting the phone back, drinking, grabbing the phone and deleting what she typed. she even fell asleep for a little bit but awaking knowing exactly where she was and what she was doing. she then decided that maybe walking to his house and showing up in person would be a better idea. grabbing her bottle she stuffed her keys in her purse and slung it across her chest before setting out into the night.

the temperature wasn't bad. it was california, so it was a little humid, but sophie was feeling chilled down her back as she walked and walked and walked. past street signs and houses, it wasn't for about forty five minutes did she realize that she was walking no where near milo lived. instead she had wandered downtown near the ocean and all of valkyrie's little shops and restaurants. though, she didn't recognize where she was at all. and stumbling into somewhere drunk and young didn't seem like the best idea in her groggy mind. swinging the bottle under her arm she dug into her purse for her cellphone. oh, well, this wasn't good. it was still laying on the table back at the apartment. she must have forgotten to put it in there when she was leaving. crap. what was she going to do now? if she knew where she was, she could start navigating herself to daphne's house, but who knew which way that was? and petros was still in greece, so her biggest protector wasn't here either. feeling like this could get ugly quick, sophie spotted a telephone booth across the street. she quickly crossed the street, keeping her head down from people walking around and got in.

she closed the see-through door behind her and set the bottle on the ground. thankfully, she still had some american currency in her purse and pushed it into the slot. then she thought, wait- who was she even calling? sophie slowly pushed the numbered buttons of milo's cell and breathed in deep as it began to ring. she couldn't chicken out now. she heard the line on the other end click and his voice filled her ear. "milo! it's- it's sophie. i don't know where i am, i think i'm lost..." she sniffed and closed her eyes, leaning back against the booth's wall. "i'm in some telephone booth and i'm scared. you're the only person's number i memorized here, and petros is still in greece..." she knew she was rambling but it was all kind of just falling out of her mouth.

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STATUS, complete
CRED, format and graphics to me
LOCATION & TIME, streets, september 5, 2007
LYRICS, 'you found me' - kelly clarkson
CLOTHES, here
TAGGED, milo
I SAY, kittens are getting back together xD
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[Milo Ellis]

MILO ELLIS ,

COMING DOWN, THE WORLD TURNED OVER
AND ANGELS FALL WITHOUT YOU THERE

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Milo ellis hardly knew where his summer had gone. not that he cared very much, mind you. when you spent a great deal of time shut up in your room, ignoring calenders and the movement of the sun outside your window or the change in shadows, you didn't really notice that time was continually passing you in great big clumps. milo had spent nearly three months in such a state, so utterly unfocused on time that he had been rather absentminded about its very existence. if it not for the valiant efforts of his aunt, uncle and cousin to cheer him up and drag him out of the house once in a while, he might have even forgotten that there was indeed a world outside of the large mansion in the rich kids part of town that he now called home. in fact, the arrival of his first day of college, which normally would have inspired in him ungodly amounts of dread, trepidation and gloom, had even seemed rather diluted of importance and therefore had much less of an effect on him. because, for the past three months, sophie hayes-castellanos had been in greece and she wasn't ever going to be coming back. and that thought had been almost more than he could bear because he could say with some fair certainty and truthfulness that sophie had been one of the best things that had ever happened to him. that might not be saying a whole lot, seeing as milo didn't think that a whole lot of good things ever happened to him, but still. sophie made him happy, happier than anyone else had ever made him.

Having never had much of an appetite for the outside world in the first place, after they had broken up and milo had awoken to find her no longer beside him, where she had been when she had fallen asleep after coming over to tell him she had to leave and they had to end it, his desire to go out and pursue some sort of fun had pretty much been shot straight to hell. what he wanted was to be able to hop onto a plane and join sophie in greece or somehow make it so that she could come back to california; make it so that they could be together somehow, but, being unable to do that, he had contented himself with moping around with his big book of calvin and hobbes cartoons and a bowl of raisin bran cereal. he had thought about trying to call or text her, but he had no idea if, as part of her punishment for running away, sophie had been stripped of her phone priveleges. plus... he just didn't have it in him. communicating with her but being unable to be with her would have been almost or just as bad as having no communication with her at all. he felt it would be rather like leaving prison for an hour to have fun but then being forced to return and continue serving a life sentence. the comparison was a bit extreme, but he felt that it was an accurate enough comparison nonetheless because you got the gist of the feelings involved in it.

And then, something had happened that had made him feel, if possible, even worse. scandal star had unearthed pictures of sophie around greece, accompanied by some good looking greek boy. milo did not follow scandal star whatsoever, but artie did, and one afternoon she had had the website pulled up on her latptop in the kitchen and milo had spotted the aforementioned pictures and the information regarding them from over her shoulder. he had tried to tell the odd, painful sensation reverberating around his being that it was better this way. sophie had moved on. she was happy. it was much better that the both of them knew that so that milo could get on with his own life and not waste any more time on a girl that he couldn't ever have again. no matter how many times or how forcefully he told himself this, he couldn't make himself truly believe it.

He was quite surprised when his phone rang that night, because the people who usually called him were either on a different continent or had learned that he had become rather unenjoyable to talk to as of late. he fished it out of his desk drawer, where he had dropped and forgotten about it about a month ago. "hello?" he answered in a half hearted, failed attempt to sound polite and happy. "milo! it's- it's sophie. i don't know where i am, i think i'm lost... i'm in some telephone booth and i'm scared. you're the only person's number i memorized here, and petros is still in greece..." a strange, swooping sensation filled his stomach. none of the past couple of months mattered at all any more; not the perpetual, biting sadness, not the nameless greek boy, nothing. what mattered was that sophie was here, she was back, back in california, and in trouble, no less. "it's okay," he said, because that was the sort of thing that always popped into his head in times like these and because he would quite like to believe it. "can you see any street signs?" she gave him the name of the street and he felt relieved that he knew where it was. "okay," he said, "i'll be right there." he hung up and, not giving himself time to think about how much it would probably hurt to see her knowing she was happy without him, hurried out of his room, down the stairs, grabbed the keys to his uncle's car from the the key rack without even considering whether or not he sould, and headed into the garage, where he started up rawley ellis's bmw and backed out of the driveway. it only took him about fifteen minutes to get to the street and locate sophie's telephone booth. the moment he set eyes on her, his mood was swept up simply from the knowledge that she was right there, so close that he could touch her. "sophie," he breathed. "let's get you home."

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STATUS finished
TAGGED MILPHIE! <33
ATTIRE i'm lazy & rushing, so a black t shirt and jeans
DATE september 5, 2007
CREDITS lyrics by the goo goo dolls, formatting and banner by me
NOTES zomg zomg zomg <333

[Sophie Hayes-Castellanos]

SOPHIE PERSEPHONE ,
SO HERE WE ARE, THAT'S PRETTY FAR
WHEN YOU THINK OF WHERE WE'VE BEEN
NO GOING BACK, I'M FADING OUT ALL THAT
HAS FADED ME WITHIN. YOU'RE BY MY SIDE
NOW EVERYTHING'S FINE I CAN'T BELIEVE
YOU FOUND ME
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----THE SOUND OF HIS voice eased her hysteria when he picked up. it felt like it had been so long, what if he didn't like her anymore? she just felt guilty. guilty for leaving that night without really saying goodbye. guilty about not calling him once she was in greece. guilty that she allowed herself to get photographed with the male model. sophie wasn't one for really thinking these properly through. she just did these things and thought later how they would affect her life. it was the hayes-effect. didn't all the second generation kids do that anyways? "it's okay," her heart lifted. the most soothing words she had heard in the past twenty-four hours. it was? it was all ok? she felt like she was having a previous conversation with him. like she already told him she was sorry for leaving and that stupid greek model. and he said it was ok. "can you see any street signs?" oh. right. he wanted to let her know she'd be ok. she wanted to just blurt out all the things bothering her so she could just say it, be done, and move on. finally. she looked around, see the sign. she told him where she was which was promptly followed by him telling her to wait there and that he was on his way. the phone clicked and she was once again alone in the telephone booth. she bent down in an attempt to get her bottle of alcohol back. she felt woozy and dizzy when she bent over and settled for just sitting down at the bottom of the booth. she first put her head her her palms and breathed deeply, trying to get the dizzy spell to pass. once it did, she sniffed and looked in front of her. darkness beyond the illuminated booth she was sitting in. she grabbed the bottle and took another drink. she should stop, but now she was drinking because it was there. the hayes family was a bunch of raging alcoholics if you haven't noticed already.

sophie heard a knock on the door. thinking it was milo she looked up. instead, it was some man she had never seen before. "everything ok in there, little lady?" ugh, you know when grown men call you 'little lady' they have full intentions on raping you in the back alley after they try and give you a helping hand. becoming increasingly freaked by the plaid man's looks, sophie got up, knocking her bottle over. shit. that sucked. she got up quickly, making sure the alcoholic smell of nail polish remover didn't get on her dress. remembering plaid man was just beyond the transparent door, she hesitantly opened it. he still had the greasy smile on his face with a trucker hat on his small head. of course he had a trucker hat on, and of course it said 'honk if you like beer.' "i'm fine," sophie started, trying to walk around him. "my friend - boyfriend. big and tall boyfriend who's muscley and wears tight black shirts to show it off is coming to get me." sophie proceded to flex her arms at the man, hoping to scare him off. wishing he would because milo wasn't any of those things - especially the most important one; her boyfriend. "so, if you know what's good for you, you'll leave me alone." the man looked at her strangely and decided to walk back into the bar that was behind him. maybe he thought sophie would be more of a trouble than she was worth, or really believed in this tight black t-shirted muscle man supposed as her boyfriend. sophie just thought it was her wonderful drunken lie that scared him off and she sat down on the curb to wait for milo. what was taking so long.

she wasn't sitting there much longer. she was still sitting on the curb. leaning her head on her arms which were on her knees she looked like an expensive hooker that was druuunk. that statement was only half true. the drunk part. anyways, she heard a car door open and closed and she thought she was sleeping until she heard as plain as day, "sophie," she looked up. there he was. milo. she got up quickly. too quickly maybe, but nothing could stop her from walking towards him. "let's get you home." she sighed and reached him, a foot apart. she wanted to say 'thanks for coming to get me' but she didn't. instead she threw her arms around him and pressed herself against him closely. "i missed you so much..." she said and buried her face into the hollow of his neck. she clung to him fiercely, not wanting to open her eyes and realize this was all a dream and she was back in greece, serving a life sentence of isolation from valkyrie. she wouldn't put it past her mind to drum up such a great dream. lord knows how many times she had actually dreamed of being back with milo in valkyrie. the dissapointment and saddness coming to life when she woke up in her bed thousands and thousands of miles away. what a great way to spoil the rest of the day. she slowly pulled away, and slowly opened her eyes. yup, he was still there. she gave a lazy smile. "i just wanted to make sure i wasn't dreaming. i'm not, right?" considering the facts that they weren't dating, sophie decided against giving him a kiss because she didn't know how he would take it. even if she so badly wanted to. then she thought to just fuck it all and go for it because he must still care for her if he dragged himself out of bed to come pick her up. sophie leaned in, close enough to feel his breath on her lips. but, she stopped. squeezed her eyes shut, and opened them again. "i'm not dating that guy..." she said. "i never was... that was all my mom's doing. i just thought you'd like to know the truth."

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STATUS, complete
CRED, format and graphics to me
LOCATION & TIME, streets, september 5, 2007
LYRICS, 'you found me' - kelly clarkson
CLOTHES, here
TAGGED, milo
I SAY, fucking lateee. won't happen again, i promise.
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[Milo Ellis]

MILO ELLIS *


COMING DOWN, THE WORLD TURNED OVER
AND ANGELS FALL WITHOUT YOU THERE

- - - This was, without a doubt, one of the last things he'd thought he'd be doing tonight, right up there on his list with playing golf on the moon. he had spent the last three months trying to wrap his head around the fact that he wasn't ever going to see sophie again, and now here he was, out in the dark streets of the seedier side of valkyrie, picking her up because she had gotten lost. it was so weird just seeing her, knowing she wasn't some sort of ghost or apparition. and it hurt, because he knew that she was no longer his and he wanted, more than anything, to just be with her again. she was the most amazing girl he had ever met and she made him feel like no one else ever had. he liked her so much that he found it almost hard to believe that she had ever been in his girlfriend in the first place, because, life had taught milo one thing, it was that the really good things were always the things that didn't happen to him. sophie was definitely a good thing. therefore the idea that she had chosen him seemed to him to be a thoroughly illogical notion; something far more likely to occur in a dream than in reality. were it not for the constant dull, empty feelings that her absence had caused him throughout the summer, he might have thought them being to together had been nothing more than a dream.

- - - People, artie in particular, had told him that he needed to get over it, to get over sophie, and move on with his life and milo had told himself that very many times, too, but... he just hadn't been able to. why? because, he really didn't know how to go about doing it. what exactly was he supposed to do? where exactly was he supposed to move his life to? would going out and drinking himself silly make himself feel better? would starting to date another girl make all the stuff he was feeling just go poof? though he didn't really much want to accept it, especially after seeing the pictures of sophie with her little greek boy, he had arrived at the conclusion that there was really not a goddamn thing in hell you could do to make yourself stop feeling things like these. they had little minds of their own. and, because of that, he didn't appreciate people telling him to move on when he would really like to do so. it wasn't as if he liked feeling so heartbroken and tired and empty. sophie had moved on and in one sense, he wanted to too, just because he was tired of feeling like this. but, at the same time, he didn't want to get over her at all. he definitely hadn't ever felt this way about someone else before and he didn't really want anyone but sophie.

- - - He was a bit surprised when she threw her arms around him. he hadn't really been expecting that. then again, he didn't have much of an idea of what he had expected in the first place, seeing as his expectations for this night had been so far off from what had actually happened that hanging on to expecatations about anything else didn't seem very prudent. "i missed you so much..." a huge swell of happiness was set loose inside of him and he was about to break out into a grin, but then he smelled the alcohol on her. he wished for more than anything for what she had just said to be more than just whatever drinks she had had talking. normally, the possibility that it wasn't would have shot his smile dead right then and there, but right now the possibility that she was being sincere made him so happy that he couldn't help but let the corners of his mouth jerk upwards. he wrapped his arms around her, kissed the top of her head and felt as if he should say something... but it felt a little beyond him. he wanted to tell her just how happy he was to see her again, but he didn't know how. plus, there was still that chance that she didn't still have feelings for him. "i just wanted to make sure i wasn't dreaming. i'm not, right?" he didn't think not saying anything here would be acceptable, he did his best to harnass up his effort to regain his conscious power of speech. "i don't think so... i hope not." she moved in closer to him and milo took in a rather sharp intake of breath. she was going to kiss him, for the first time in three months... but then she stopped. the space between them was so small that milo was slightly afraid to breathe. "i'm not dating that guy... i never was... that was all my mom's doing. i just thought you'd like to know the truth." he didn't think he had ever heard any words that had made him so happy and nervous at the same time. he wanted so, so, so badly to believe them, but he was also scared, because now it would hurt twice as bad if they weren't true. however, before he could collect his thoughts, an impulse jetted through him and he followed it. he kissed her, closing the very small gap that remained between them. it just felt so natural, like this was the way things were supposed to be.

- - - After a couple of moments, though he really, really, really, really didn't want to, milo pulled away and started pulling her towards the car. once they were both inside and situated, he put the keys into the ignition and paused and turned towards her in the passenger's seat. "i really missed you a lot." yeah. understatement of the year.

STATUS finished.
TAGGED MILPHIE <33
DATE september 5, 2007
ATTIRE i'm lazy & rushing, so a black t shirt and jeans
CREDITS lyrics by the goo goo dolls, formatting & banner by me
NOTES adorablest kittens that ever lived. <3 gmed a little, hope it's okay. :]