( MAKE THEM GOOD GIRLS GO BAD )

[Tristan Montgomery]

• THIS PART OF ME •
YOU'LL NEVER KNOW
THIS PART OF ME
I'LL NEVER SHOW
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tristan use to play the piano all the time. back when he was taking lessons. he quit after seven years of it. mostly because he just wasn't committed to it anymore. but he'd become an extremely talented pianist in that time. partly because of the amazing piano teacher, and partly because tristan was a natural. that wasn't just his opinion, his teacher had said the same thing. tristan knew he was good. or at least had been. since quitting lessons, he still played now and then. just not all the time, and definitely not enough to really keep up with it. but sometimes he just felt the need to play. sometimes when he was stressed out and needed to relax, or just because he felt like playing. and that was what it was today. he just wanted to play. to feel the cool keys beneath his fingers once again. tristan hadn't touched a piano in months.

he didn't care if he broke the dress code, which was evident in the way he wore his clothes. today, he wore the right colors, but his tie was loosened on his neck, his shirt half untucked, but in a stylish way, and his belt was worn loose so that his pants sagged the slightest bit. tristan was a rule breaker by nature, and honestly didn't care if he got in trouble for this. it got him out of class for at least a little bit, which was nice. and even if it didn't, it just showed the teachers that he wasn't going to listen to them, and that he didn't have to.

as he walked down the hall, hands in his pockets, tristan didn't see anybody around. his last class had ended about twenty minutes ago, so he assumed everyone was now doing their own thing. whatever that was. some people could settle for a book. how that was at all entertaining, he didn't know, but to each his own. tristan pushed the auditorium door open, and strode toward the stage. it really was a beautiful auditorium with great acoustics. he didn't bother using the stairs, and simply stepped onto it from floor level. tristan approached the piano at a leisurely pace, trying to decide what to play. beethoven, chopin, bach (his least favorite), or perhaps mozart. he finally decided on beethoven's moonlight sonata. it was one of his favorites because it was so peaceful. it was by no means the hardest or most complicated, but it was one of the most beautiful. he sat on the bench and placed his hands on the keys. he closed his eyes, pressed down on the correct petal with his foot, and started to play the first movement. tristan's eyes remained closed as he played on, and he was totally absorbed in the music he was playing. it was wonderful to be playing again, and he decided he needed to try and play more often. the second movement was so different from the first, it was hard to believe that it was the same piece. but he hadn't got there yet. he was only about half way through the first movement, and he was coming up on one of his favorite parts.

anyone who knew tristan at all would be shocked to find him playing piano, let alone a classical piece. he never listened to classical music. in fact, he detested most of it. but it was a lot different for him when he was actually playing it. and he liked playing them, or at least most of them. there were ones that were completely boring, or far too complicated for him to both even touching. for tristan, this was his me time.

WORDS ?! six one seven
TAGGED ?! open !
OUTFIT ?! school uniform
LYRICS ?! endlessly by muse
BANNER ?! credit palladium @ caution
TEMPLATE ?! PANIC! ITS LAUZ @ CAUTION
NOTES ?! done ![/size]

[Bevin Turner]

BEVIN. TALLULAH. TURNER.


( YOU STUMBLE DOWN A YELLOW BRICK )
( ROAD SPINNING YOUR SHOES IN THE AIR )

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----WHEN YOUR LAST NAME WAS AT THE END of the alphabet, you never got to really be first at anything. bevin turner was one of those girls. she was a senior this year. therefore, it was time for those senior guidance counselor appointments. so even if you've never stepped foot in the guidance offices, or never managed to meet your counselor, you had to now. this was bevin's situation. never met, never cared. but the academy obviously cared to meet with all the seniors at some point. to make sure they had enough credits to graduate and all. bevin's appointment was near the end of the day. the counselor, mrs. nelson, had been a guidance counselor here for... a long time. so seeing as bevin was a turner, it was obvious that mrs. nelson got her brother and cousins. the blonde turner girl could see it now, mrs. nelson sitting through with her eldest cousin, riley turner. bright kid, bright future, probably had triple the credits more than he actually needed. that same year, bevin's brother, finnegan, had this meeting. however, the next semester he dropped out of high school. then, last year, bev's other cousin, reed, walked through this office once just to make sure he had enough credits. ok kid, ok grades, he wasn't going to college. easy enough. so now, it was bevin's turn, and she wondered if mrs. nelson had any pre-destined thoughts about bevin.

"do you plan on going to college?" of course was the first question upon sitting down in the chair. bevin hardly even got to readjust herself. pulling a strand of her pale blonde hair behind her ear she pursed her lips and shrugged, widening her saucer-sized blue eyes. "i dunno. guess i never thought of it before." mrs. nelson peered over her glasses at the irish girl. bevin immediately felt uneasy and took a mental note to talk to both her brother and cousins about this strange lady. mrs. nelson looked down at a sheet of paper. "well, bevin, you are a pretty good student. have you applied to any colleges." another shrug from bevin's corner. "i kinda think i'm just gonna stay here. you know. in valkyrie." bevin didn't really want to 'see other places' that was never her style. being out in the ocean was basically her getaway. who cares if it was a hop, skip, and jump away from her home? "maybe the university here? or the community college? there are a lot of options you have here in valkyrie."

bevin nodded. she still didn't know exactly what she wanted to do. she just didn't want to have restrictions. her parents always use to say she was a free bird. mrs. nelson must have taken bevin's nod as some form of a 'yes' because she continued on, "but one thing is for sure, bevin. colleges love kids that are involved and as i look at your transcript, you haven't been in any extra curricular activities." oh, busted. bevin never did get involved with anything here at school. no clubs, no sports. though she probably would have been a mean soccer player or great runner, she was dedicated to her passion for surfing. and when she wasn't working at her parent's motel or hanging with some friends, she was surfing. thus, not making a lot of time to do other stuff, like join literary society. "being involved with the school has never been my thing really," bevin said shaking her head. mrs. nelson looked at her, "i hear the fall play needs some people to help with set." oh jesus christ this woman was serious, "eh.. mrs. nelson, that's not really my scene. at all." mrs. nelson held up a finger, making bevin stop. "you know, i'm going to push one extra curricular on you this year. this is your last one. i believe we could have made your brother stay in school if he just had something involved in." there it was. bevin was wondering how long it would take before one of her relatives were mentioned. of course it was finn, the total failure of the bunch.

bevin left the office scratching her head. basically, mrs. nelson said go down to the auditorium to talk to someone about joining the set crew for the fall play. this was ridiculous in her opinion. she didn't even know who she was looking for. like there were just a ton of theater people in the auditorium that would know what was up. once she located the auditorium, she stood outside it for a moment debating whether she was actually going to do this. one sigh and she pushed the door open. yes, she was. she was greeted by music. piano-playing to be exact. not that she was a musical expert here, but quite good too. some dude was behind a piano on the atage and as bevin tried to see who it was the door shut loudly behind her. "oh, shit." she said quietly as the music stopped. "sorry dude," she called out across the house, towards the stage. trying to smooth over her disruptive entrance she said, "that was good, you know," she brought her hands out and pretended to play the piano in the air, "the playing."

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STATUS, complete
CRED, format and graphics to me
LOCATION & TIME, auditorium & winter '07
LYRICS, "pony, it's ok" - erin mccarley
CLOTHES, school uniform
TAGGED, tristan
I SAY, sorry this is a day late! hope it's ok! =D i gmed a little at the end there, so i hope that was ok.
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[Tristan Montgomery]

• THIS PART OF ME •
YOU'LL NEVER KNOW
THIS PART OF ME
I'LL NEVER SHOW
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tristan had no ambitious after graduating. besides going to college for football, maybe. but his dad didn't like that idea. he wanted tristan to be more than just a football player. he knew he had more brains then that. his dad would love to see him become a lawyer or something like that. but that just wasn't for him. he would hate to be a lawyer. not that his dad cared. but tristan was sure he'd get his own way in this. it's not like his dad could actually force him.

tristan didn't like being interrupted. especially when he was doing something very enjoyable. there weren't many thing that tristan genuinely liked to do. just sports, sex, causing trouble, and piano. but it also depended on who was interrupting. if it were a guy (unless it was a friend of his) he would be really peeved, though he wouldn't exactly blow up on him. just let him know how annoyed he was at being interrupted. on the other hand, if it was a hot girl, well, that would make him pretty happy. because no matter how much he enjoyed playing piano, he'd rather flirt and use his charm on a girl, and hopefully move on from there. tristan had a one track mind when it came to girls.

tristan's problem was, he'd lost his mother at just ten years old. she had been the only one he ever really loved, and the only one who'd ever really loved him. he'd known from a very young age just how much his father disliked him. he didn't understand it then, and he didn't care to understand it now. the hate was now mutual between the two. they'd had a blow out on more then one occasion, and each time they saw each other, it seemed their relationship got worse and worse. tristan didn't care if he ever saw or spoke to his father again. he'd threatened to disinherit him and tristan and told him to go ahead. he fully expected to get a scholarship, go to college for sports, and one day, become a professional. but who knew what would happen. especially because of his laziness as far as using the brains that he had.

tristan played a few more measures, almost to the end of the piece, when he heard a noise coming from the door to the auditorium. he hadn't heard it open, but he sure had heard it close. it hadn't been that loud. but plenty loud for him to notice right away. he stopped playing and opened his eyes immediately, since it had shattered his concentration. a flash of irritation crossed his face before he saw who it was. a very hot blond. instead of being a total jerk about it, he decided to play it cool. a smiled a little, more of a smirk, and leaned back a little. "sorry dude, that was good you know, the playing." he had to chuckle a little because of the 'dude'. he hadn't expected for a girl like her, or a girl who looked like her, to use that word. not that it was bad, just unexpected. he shrugged. "thas alright. i was almost done anyway." he informed her. "and thanks," he replied to her complement, "i know." tristan's smile widened a little as he said that, and anyone could tell he was more then a little arrogant, and didn't really care a bit if he showed it. tristan hadn't remembered seeing her before, but she looked about eighteen, so it was probably that they hung out in different circles. tristan stood up, his hands moving into his pockets involuntarily, and he walked to the edge of the stage. he sat down, dangling his legs over the edge. "you can come up here if you want. i don't bite, you know." he told her with a smile that looked like he was trying not to laugh. "i'm tristan, by the way." he told her, figure he should let her know. it was always nice to know the name of the person you were talking to.

WORDS ?![/color][/b] six eight five
TAGGED ?! bevin !
OUTFIT ?! school uniform
LYRICS ?! endlessly by muse
BANNER ?! credit palladium @ caution
TEMPLATE ?! PANIC! ITS LAUZ @ CAUTION
NOTES ?! aha, that's ok xD and really sorry it took so long ![/size]