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Post by Elizabeth Martin on Sept 28, 2006 13:44:01 GMT -5
Sitting in the very back of the Paparazzi was E.V. or now in the modeling world Liz. In the past two days she had been in and out of different places in Cali, having photo shoots and meeting with multiple people. In the last few days she had felt horrible, she hadn’t really seen or talk to Cole. Last time was when she had talked to him was at dancing lesson which hadn’t gone over to well. So she called. She asked him to meet her here, and hoped and prayed he wouldn’t just brush her off and hang out with someone else. Besides, she needed to talk to him now. She had to catch a flight to Ohio in about 4 hours if she wanted to make it back in time for her own party.
Her hair had, had the color stripped away and she was surprisingly a lighter shade of brown then she had been born with. Thank you, hair dye. Her skin was tanner, from the fact that the last few photo shoots had been on beaches. Her French manicures were back to normal, with gold tips, and she was wearing what seemed to be all new clothes. On her torso was a shirt an all white button up, undone, with a white bikini underneath. On her hips were white short shorts from some unknown French brand. And the clear-heeled shoes she had bought, where on her feet, and for like the first time ever, she wore a silver toe wrong with the word ‘Lizzie and Sunny’ |
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Post by Colby Hill on Sept 28, 2006 14:11:48 GMT -5
If it wasn't for the invention of voice mail, Colby probably wouldn't be meeting Elizabeth at the Paparazzi Cafe that day. He'd thought multiple times about not showing up, but figured they had to talk. So here he was, climbing out of his Roadster and walking up to the Cafe's double doors, immediately pushing them open.
Removing the shades from his eyes, he ran a hand through his blonde hair, which was starting to grow a little bit, at the top. His grey-blue hued gaze danced over the patrons inside the place, searching for Elizabeth. If he didn't know her face, he probably would have missed her, for her hair was another color. He started to walk over to her, mainly because he wasn't in the mood for any coffee.
Light blue jeans hung low on his hips, a white button-up shirt having the top two buttons undone was situated on his torso. The bottoms of the shirt were untucked from the pants, his hands now stuffed into the pockets. Stopping in front of the table she was sitting at, he slightly pursed his lips. "Hi," he said simply, waiting for an invitation to sit down. [/color][/font]
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Post by Elizabeth Martin on Sept 28, 2006 14:26:37 GMT -5
Moving her chair back, Liz looked at Cole. Damn it. After a light hug she smiled and said, “Wanna sit?” and waited for him to take a seat. In her mind she ran through what she wanted to tell him. But all she got was ‘What’s wrong with us?’. Great. That sounded so effing lovely.
Moving the butterfly tongue ring wrong, she began to click it lightly, not thinking about it. That was a dead give away. She was scared damming. Scared that he was gonna just call it quits, and just leave. She really needed to break that habit.
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Post by Colby Hill on Sept 28, 2006 14:38:52 GMT -5
When she hugged him, Cole didn't exactly return it. He just uttered a "Sure" to her invitation to sit down. Doing just that across from her, he settled back, setting his shades atop the table and then his palms atop his thighs. The sleeves of his shirt were rolled up to the elbows, exposing his forearms.
Glancing over at Elizabeth, he raised his brows. "So, you called me to talk," he began, slightly adjusting himself in his seat. It was really a prompt for her to start up the conversation so they could start sorting out their problems. Well, maybe. Who knows really? Maybe they couldn't, and would be going their separate ways. He wasn't too sure yet. [/color][/font]
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Post by Elizabeth Martin on Sept 28, 2006 15:33:11 GMT -5
Liz looked at him, and said everything that came to mind as she sat. Well here it goes.
“I’m sorry I haven’t been around, and things seem…rocky. What’s going on? Like, with us? There is still an ‘Us’, right?”
Liz mildly shocked by the last bit she said. He hadn’t dumped her, and she hadn’t left him, and as far she knew neither of them had seen any one else. On the table next to her, her cell phone viberated on the table, and with thinking, she flipped it open, looked at the number and dropped it in the white beach bag she had nicked from Adrienne. Sunny would be pissed, but certain things needed to be taken care of first.
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Post by Colby Hill on Sept 28, 2006 16:06:00 GMT -5
Moving one index finger across his side of the table, ignoring what she'd done to her phone. He shrugged. "Well, I'd say so since we haven't officially broken up or anything," Cole said slowly, flicking his gaze back up to hers. "To tell the truth, I dunno what's going on. I guess your attitude is getting on my nerves," he admitted. "Sure I'd been late to those dancing lessons...but ya didn't have to react the way you did."
Pausing, he frowned. "Where have you been anyway?" he asked with raised brows, wondering what she'd been up to. [/color][/font]
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Post by Elizabeth Martin on Sept 28, 2006 17:32:36 GMT -5
“What? I said, “So where have you been?” What is that bad? That’s where I shine. Of course I’m gonna be a little pissy.” Liz said plainly. No need to start any real drama, so she answered the next question, and let her smile fade.
“In and out of San Fran…I got rejected from UC and Penn State. So modeling was like a quick fix till next year. I was gonna do a spread for the OC but it wasn’t what I was good at, so if I get the call, I’m going to fly out to Ohio tonight for a Victoria’s Secret Thing, and I should be home on the 3rd….I’m having a party on the 4th, by the way.” |
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Post by Colby Hill on Sept 28, 2006 17:41:19 GMT -5
Resisting the urge to roll his eyes, Cole set his elbow on the table and his chin atop the upturned palm. "Yeah, it is bad. 'I'm begging you to ask me to dance', I quote. Not even a hello. How've you been? Before the where've you been. Nope, Elizabeth comes first right?" he asked with a head tilt to the side. "Which is the main reason you were dancing with that guy huhn? Whats-his-face," he added with an airy wave of his hand.
With a sigh, he nodded. "I see. Good luck with that," he simply said, leaning back in the chair once again and averting his gaze to the ceiling. [/color][/font]
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Post by Elizabeth Martin on Sept 28, 2006 18:50:01 GMT -5
“Are serious? All about Elizabeth my ass! It’s my mother fucking senior cotillion…This is retarded…I mean, I’m retarded…” Liz said the lasted part, as she looked down, slightly embarrassed. Yea he was kinda right. So she had been a little bitchy. She was edge. Looking at, she started to smile. That’s funny. She started to think back to the party. A sudden thought clicked in her mind, and she felt utterly stupid.
“Where do you gamble? Only decent casinos are like, up state…” |
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Post by Colby Hill on Sept 28, 2006 19:07:52 GMT -5
Cole merely arched a brow and shook his head. 'No shit Sherlock,' he thought, wetting his lips. Deciding not to comment on that one, he rocked his chair backward, eyes hooded as he studied the girl. She was beautiful, no doubt, but what did that have to do with anything? There were lots of gorgeous girls floating around the Orange County, so of course the reason they were 'together' had nothing to do with her looks. What though? He wasn't certain.
"I gamble right here," he replied, fingers interlaced. "You just gotta know where to go. And it's not always casinos...People's homes. Under stores...backrooms. Lots of places you wouldn't even figure too," he added, though wondering why her sudden interest. "So about this party you're having," he began, immediately changing the subject. "What's the theme? And am I invited?" he inquired subtly. [/color][/font]
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Post by Elizabeth Martin on Sept 28, 2006 19:22:00 GMT -5
Still unbarely embarrassed, Liz looked up at Cole. He was amazing. He was hot. Life was good for those three seconds, not remembering that they were in a fight. She smiled, thinking about it, then let it fade.
“Theme…. Um, more like colors. Black and red and gold. Adrienne’s idea. At that club, the one we went to…” Liz stopped thinking about the happy memories. “Of course you’re invited…Wanna be my date?” She asked playfully, hoping that maybe, just maybe it would lighten the mood. |
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Post by Colby Hill on Sept 28, 2006 19:35:34 GMT -5
The club...their first kiss. He glanced down at his fingers, a small smile present upon his face for the briefest of moments. Good times...when they weren't fighting. Glancing back up at her, he smirked. "What do I get out of it?" he playfully asked back, though it was evident from his eyes he was only just messing around. "Yeah, I'll be your date."
As soon as he agreed, he returned his gaze to the tabletop, his lips pursed. "Babe..." he began, then trailed off, not entirely sure what he wanted to say. "So um...this means we still...together?" [/color][/font]
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Post by Elizabeth Martin on Sept 28, 2006 19:48:57 GMT -5
Liz smiled, secretly wanted to just leave with him, like all that was just whatever phase. Hell Yes. She was taking this like forgiveness. As if she basically said she was sorry, and he was telling her it was okay, and that he would be her date to her own party and… Her cell phone started to vibrate in the bag; she heard it against the plastic tubes of make up. Plucking it out she looked at the name. ‘Sunny.’ Yess! The spread was hers. And Sunny’s. Dropping it back in, she looked up at Cole; her face seemed to have just lit up.
“Only if you wanna be, sweetie,” She said in that sweet, almost child like tone she used when they were getting intimate. |
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Post by Colby Hill on Sept 28, 2006 20:00:18 GMT -5
Smirking slightly, Cole watched her face light up. "Good news?" he asked, standing and moving to the chair directly next to her. He leaned over, pecking her cheek before one of his hands found hers. Yeah, the whole incident was behind them. Hopefully there wouldn't be anymore fights. That wasn't going to happen though. Fights came with relationships. Always. The only hope he could have was that they made it through them.
"So I'm not going to see you for two more whole days," he semi-pouted, thinking that was too long. Damnit. [/color][/font]
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Post by Elizabeth Martin on Sept 28, 2006 20:19:03 GMT -5
His kiss sent shivers down her spin and she suddenly just wanted to make out with him right there… Damn you public place. Plucking the bag from the ground with her free hand, Liz stood up and grinned, hand still in his.
“I’ve got to leave in three hours. Let’s make it a good three hours.” Yes, it had an intimate meaning. Even if he just wanted to cuddle up on the couch with her and drink would be nice. Being with Cole would be nice. |
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