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Post by Lily Rivera on Oct 2, 2006 19:28:28 GMT -5
"By the way my name is Lily. Lily Rivera" she stated between tears. "I'm sorry to barge in like this I just need some guidance and none of my friends are here." She started to calm down a bit. Breathe in. And out. Breathe in. And out.
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Post by Elizabeth Martin on Oct 2, 2006 19:42:06 GMT -5
"OhhMeeGee! No worries. Name's Liz. Gudiance at your service! James, Take these to the car. I have to re-do some shops...Lilly? Shall we?"
Liz stated, Standing up sweeping all of her stuff into her bag, and smiling at Lilly, and said "Wanna spurge?"
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Post by Lily Rivera on Oct 2, 2006 19:55:47 GMT -5
"Sure! A splurge sounds fantastic!" Lily all of a sudden felt soooo much better. Like she was outside in the icey cold of winter and se had just had a niccee bowl of chicken noodle soup. She got up and walked with Liz. "Liz, you're probably wondering why i was crying right? Well, heres why. I was with Lauren, you probably know her and we used to be friends and I thought she was a good person. But then we were talking and I knew she was trying to play me like a Barbie in her little mansion. I never let anyone trample on me like that so I fired back and just...*sniff* she really hurt me." Lily was glad she had Liz for this kind of thing. If she asked her mom...Oh my god...terror...
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Post by Rachel Louise on Oct 3, 2006 14:42:52 GMT -5
Okay, that message from Lauren earlier in the day had been beyond unnerving. Her ex-best-friend hadn't necessarily sounded apologetic, but she didn't sound bitchy of condescing either. Was she calling because of a sick revenge plan? Or was she finally ready to apologize? Was Rachel ready to do the same? She wanted her best friend back, but part of her still resented what Lauren had done. Only shopping could make her forget the lies, whispers--and, most of all--the uncertainty. So she had pulled on white cargo short-shorts by James Perse, funky floral printed Gucci peep-toe pumps, and a navy blue C & C babydoll top. Her bag was a burnished red satin Balenciaga. The outfit was cool, comfortable, and tres-chic. The shoes were from a Gucci package the people had put together for her after a shoot she did for them. Walking down near the food court, Rachel was scouring the window displays for something new. Something fresh. She glanced in the one-of-a-kind-vintage store, looking at all the amazing never-used designer clothes of years past. A red satin Vera Wang flapper dress caught her eye, and she smiled before turning around. Huh, that was E.V. Rachel wasn't about to resort to calling her Liz, even though now she was a model. Whoop-dee-fucking-doo. Wonderful. But Elizabeth was still a good friend. And then there was that Lily girl, the one she used to be friends with. The one Lauren didn't really like. Speak of the devil, they had just said Lauren's fucking name... Rachel walked up. "Hey!" She smiled, air-kissing E.V. on both cheeks and giving Lily a brief hug. They weren't still friends, of course. Who did Lily hang out with, anyway? "So, shopping? Me too. I totally need to hit up Prada. Those patent leather pumps are amazing. Did I hear you guys say Lauren's name?" She inserted an eye roll. [/size][/center]
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Post by Lily Rivera on Oct 3, 2006 15:06:08 GMT -5
Lily guessed she HAD to tell Rachel what had went down. "She was just being a bitch when I was trying to be nice and she tried to toy with me so I fired back at her and she just hurt me. But, enough about that. I hear some pumps calling my name!" Lily was glad that Rachel was here. She hoped that they would get closer. Because Lily seriously needed that. "So whats been going on because I have just been out of it and I don't want to miss anything." She looked at the girls. Lily all of a sudden felt glad that she went to the Food Court.
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Post by Elizabeth Martin on Oct 3, 2006 15:19:24 GMT -5
Leather? Ouch. Leacher was not Liz's callig at the moment. She was going wanted to find the nearest dimond place, she needed a nose stud for her party. She had got it done this morning, and was sporting a silver little ball. Hmm, She could do both.
"Yea. Lovely. Then I need to go find, like, a jewler." She pointed tpo her nose, "Silver is weird...I need something fresh."
Picking up the one bag that had been left by James, Liz was ready to re hit the mall. then she remember something. "Hey, Rachel, Did you see the The artical in the Mag? Classiest families."
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Post by Lauren Jennifer Cooper on Oct 3, 2006 16:03:02 GMT -5
The little bitch had broken down into a state of tears and gone running to Liz? It was pitiful to watch Lily return to her old clingy self, someone had to knock some sense into that girl. Pathetic really. Lauren snickered thinking to herself that it would be hilarious to watch Rachel deal with this 'sad thing', if her and Rachel were still friends that is. Were they? They had never really gone through anything like this before and Lauren didn't even really remember how it started.
Let alone that little adventure she ventured into Vera Wang, Chanel was cute and classy, this season just wasn't her style though and she definitely needed some shoes. always resort back to shoes when there are problems, it solves everything. [/font][/size][/color]
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Post by Lily Rivera on Oct 3, 2006 16:12:52 GMT -5
Lily caught a glimse of Lauren out of the coner of her eye. Psh. Lily knew she was angry, and to be quite frank, she didn't give a shit. If she was jealous she just had to deal with it because Lily wasn't going to back down. "Aww Liz! Come with us! Those pumps would look dazzling on you!" She knew she was right. They would look REALLY good on her. Really. This time she wasn't trying to be bitchy.
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Post by Lauren Jennifer Cooper on Oct 3, 2006 16:33:32 GMT -5
Lauren's eyelids quivered and closed for a second as she inhaled the fresh aroma of gorgeous shoes. Manolo Blahnik and Christian Louboutin were like amazing, not to sound like a cocky and cheesy but shoes were her life.
Her eyes flicked around the room eyeing what she should go for...Pumps? Boots? Ballet flats? What to choose, what to choose.... [/b] The woman at the counter stood tall and erect almost perfect. Her dark brown hair was pulled back in a tight bun, held together in two black clips. Her attire consisted of a tight black jacket and a simple, straight knee cut skirt. On her feet were knee high black Blahnik boots with a mere two inch heel and a tiny gold imprint on the back. It wasn't Lauren's fault she observed every person consistantly for what they were wearing. After about thirty minutes she had decided to go with a pair of brown suede boots with a three inch heel. Also tiny silver ballet flats that were absoloutely adorable and of course she had to get pumps. They were literally like six inch heels and fire engine red. Not really Laurens style but amazingly gorgeous.[/center][/font][/size][/color]
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Post by Rachel Louise on Oct 4, 2006 14:18:26 GMT -5
Rachel wrinked her own nose subtley. Nose rings weren't really her thing. Nor should they be anyone's--so 1997. But whatever. Who gave a shit?
"A jeweler. Harry Winston sound good? I think you should do a ruby. Would look gorgeous with your coloring." Rachel said, nodding. But wait, what had Lily just said? About Lauren?
Okay, that was annoying. Rachel knew Lauren was a bitch. She expierienced it firsthand every day, and even the queen bee didn't want a catfight before cotillion, but please. Lily didn't need to come sniffing to Liz, because Rachel was sure Liz would rather just hit the stores than hear sob stores. Lily should be able to deal with it on her own. "Can you please not gossip? That's so highschool, which I am over. I'm not mad, but c'mon. You can defend yourself against Lauren. You shouldn't need help." Rachel shook her head. The words weren't mean, but they weren't friendly, either. Nobody should be able to find fault in them. Rachel wasn't rude, but she wasn't going to let Lily backstab her best friend... or were they? [/size][/center]
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Post by Elizabeth Martin on Oct 4, 2006 14:43:26 GMT -5
"Eh. Harry is...nice. But Actually, There is this Jeweler, Her name's Raymora, she's from like Spain or something and she carrys /the/ nicest cut diamonds."
Liz shrugged it off and listened to Lilly and Rachel. Ehg, Rachel. Did she honestly think that Lilly dealt with the real bitches of the OC. They dealt with people like Liz and Adrienne, not the top bitches. That just too much, apparently. "Oh Rachel...Do you really think she deals with honest bitches like that on a daily bases. Of course she isn't use to shit like that. It goes like this, There are nice girls, there are mean girl, Me and Adrienne, and then there are natural bitches." Liz shrugged and went on, "It like the Mafia. No one ever deal with the Big Man. They come to the lower down and get Big Man-ness in small doses so they don't OD."
Liz finished, Happy with her explanation. Corny and slightly retarded sounding, but what the hell. She had already said it.
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Post by Rachel Louise on Oct 4, 2006 14:48:52 GMT -5
Rachel laughed at Liz's comment. "Mmmhm, true. You, my dearest Liz, might just be joining the ranks of natural-bitch-dom, though. You're becoming quite notorious. Maybe. Keep going the way you are and you'll have a pretty firm spot."
She smiled. It was true. Not like Liz could ever replace her or Lauren, but she could be third if she really wanted to--and Rachel sensed she did.
"Yeah, I saw the piece on the classy families. You were, what, third? Yeah. Good job." She snickered. "But I did do a photo piece for mine--me, Jeremy, my mom... my dad apparently wasn't included. The photographer sucked ass." She rolled her eyes.
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Post by Lily Rivera on Oct 4, 2006 14:57:43 GMT -5
Lily listened intenly to what they were saying, not daring to inturupt fearing that she would miss something ultra important. She wanted to get alll of the information so she could possibly use if for blackmail in th future. Plus, she had been out of it, she needs to catch up.
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Post by Elizabeth Martin on Oct 4, 2006 15:03:01 GMT -5
"Yea. We know. We saw the picture before they came out, and my mother depended a re shoot for us. My hair was all weird blond color looking...Horrible. He they made my moms face all multicolored. Gross. Adi, My mom, My Father, me, and Darren were in them. Darren had to be airbrushed in because he refused to live his post in the New York."
Liz shook her head. Darren was such a snob sometimes. He was like a male version of Rachel in too many ways.
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Post by Rachel Louise on Oct 4, 2006 15:08:37 GMT -5
Rachel flicked her hair back and laughed. "Yes, ours were redone as well... except Jeremy. He is too photogenic. Anyway..." She trailed off, indicating that the conversation was boring her a bit. Too egotistical. She was beyond ready for shopping.
"So. First the jewelry store or... hm... Dolce? I'm definitely in the mood. I need to pick up something for your party, Madz." She said quickly. Rachel talked fast, sometimes. There was always so much that everyone needed to know. She glanced at Lily for a nanosecond, then turned back to E.V.
"Did you get your cotillion dress yet?" [/size][/center]
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