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Post by Rachel Louise on Jan 19, 2007 17:02:49 GMT -5
Cotillion was over, yes. But was Orange County done with the drama? No, of course not. Sometimes Rachel wondered if it, indeed, was in the land and not the group of kids that commandeered the mayhem. Then she'd brush the thought away, having more important things to think about. Such as packing for this trip. She had realized that she had absolutely nothing to wear.
Still she had managed to pull together something--a pale, pale green silk camisole with a delicate spray of turquoise lace along the straps and scoop neckline, by Proenza Schouler. Gunmetal gray tweed Michael Kors pegged Bermuda shorts were worn as well, reaching down to her knees. There, a foot or so of smooth skin was exposed before ending in a pale turquoise Havaianas flip-flop. Her bag was black-with-silver-detailing Fendi.
Lauren stood beside her in a vintage pale-yellow Herve Leger sundress, holding her own silver Balenciaga and white flip-flops. A white headband played up the pale highlights in her hair, and she was narrowing her eyes at the pilot of her father's private plane. This had better be good.
Rachel glanced around the shady backyard, where the temporary helipad had been set up for this very occasion. She was currently reclining in a chair, Perrier in hand, waiting for guests to arrive. Lauren promptly jumped up, walking briskly over to the pilot, who was looking quizzical and holding a checklist of instructions. |
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Post by Connor Moureen on Jan 20, 2007 17:51:23 GMT -5
Bright Californian sun reflected off of the rooftop of Connor’s SUV as it sped down a cobblestone pathway and up the driveway of Ms. Lauren Cooper. Once the ignition had been shut off, Connor stepped out, his keys jingling within the pocket of his 7 for all Mankind jeans. A green tee which read BRAZIL in yellow across the top hung semi-loosely to his upper body, and a matching green baseball cap fit snug over his carbon colored hair. Making his way around the back of the car, Connor first opened the back door, spotting two long legs unfolding themselves out of the backseat. They belonged to none other than Layne. Once out of the car, she surveyed the area through her favorite Coach sunglasses, very impressed by the expensive lawn furnishings. Then sun caught her silk teal blouse, the bust embellishment glittering immensely. Destroyed denim capris stopped abruptly past the kneecap, exposing two muscular calves. As Connor opened the front seat door, Cassie hopped out, a large grin present on her already sun-kissed face. A slight breeze picked up the edge of her Temperley London orchid print dress, causing Cassie to flatten it back down before she bared herself. Both girls wore white pumps and headbands, though Layne’s was black and Cassie’s was white. Though their clothing was different, these three all had one thing in common: their invites.
Connor’s, given to him far after everyone else, remained in perfect condition in his back pocket. Layne’s was currently clutched nervously in her hand, also in fair condition. As for Cassie’s, hers was tucked neatly inside her white and navy Patent B bag by Fendi.
“Are we ready?”
Connor asked, turning on his heel and ready to begin trekking to the doorstep.
“Yep.”
Said Layne, nodding.
“Sounds good,”
Said Cassie with another smile.
And so the two (Cassie chose to skip) walked up to the doorstep, ringing the bell after a moment.
They were ready for Milan.
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Post by Spencer Carlin on Jan 20, 2007 23:37:36 GMT -5
So here we have it, luggage packed and all ready to go. Everything was going along quite well that morning, getting ready for the trip and all. But this was just in perspective of Jimmy. Of course, he was more than excited for the trip. He wasn’t so sure why, but he figured it was because he’d be spending a good amount of time with Rachel—alone or not. The thought was kept in his mind the entire morning as he continuously packed his suitcase, filling it with anything and everything he felt should accompany him on the trip. There were four or so outfits that had been organized nicely into his luggage, along with a pair of rainbow flip-flips. He also packed the other usually necessities, such as a brush, a toothbrush, deodorant, and what not.
Clad on his body now, though, was a green and white striped polo on his torso, and a pair of light-wash leans hanging loosely on his hips. A pair of Nike sneakers accompanied his feet whilst a pair of black sunglasses adorned the top of his brown hair-covered head.
His hands let go of the leather wheel that sat before him, connected to the dashboard of his truck. They had arrived at Lauren’s, ready for takeoff—‘they’ meaning Jimmy and Spencer.
Yes, Spencer was also invited, of course. She sat in the passenger’s seat, her face drooping and her eyes a bit red. She had woken up just that morning feeling terribly ill. It was her stomach, maybe something she ate. Either way, it had her hovering over the bathroom toilet all morning. She still felt sick, but she was not going to let it ruin her day and her chance on a wonderful trip that she hoped to have. It was Milan after all, and it wasn’t everyday that you could take a nice, enjoying trip there with your friends. She was, deep down, excited for the trip, though her face and expression didn’t exactly show that.
With her reasoning of being sick, Jimmy had offered to pack most of her stuff, though she still managed to pack her personal items such as, undies and whatnot. You know,
the things Jimmy didn’t really need to see. On her torso, a snug fitting, pink and white stripped dress t-shirt and on her lower bottoms, a pair of darker jeans that ripped at both knees. She too had packed at least four outfits, well, Jimmy did. She had thanked him numerous times and had apologized even more. He was happy to help though, showing his happier and better side.
Getting out of the silver-painted truck, Jimmy walked around back, pulling two suitcases from the back end of it. When Spencer had reached his side, he handed her her suitcase and looked towards the lovely house owned by the Cooper family. His face was neutral as he began his walk to the front door, Spencer tagging along side of him. Suitcases were in hand as well as their invitations that Spencer had just recently pulled from her jean pocket. She still looked sicker than a dog, though she tried her best to loosen up as she widened her smile as the two reached the door and Jimmy rang the doorbell.
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Post by Colby Hill on Jan 21, 2007 15:10:32 GMT -5
Five…four…three…two…one… Ha. He’d timed it correctly. Those two argued so much that it was easy to decide after which statement either would explode at the other. Really, he should have just traveled to the Cooper residence on his motorbike, and then he wouldn’t have had to listen to them bicker he entire voyage from their apartment. However, he had to admit that his cousin had a point. Amber had been trying to be nice to Colby since the previous day, but Cole was in such a foul mood that he wouldn’t correctly recognize niceness if it hit him in the face with the force of a ton of bricks. But now, she’d obviously had it, and was dishing it back to him with the same acidity.
After a moment, Ryder grew tired of listening to them, and tucked an ear-bud into his ear, allowing music to flow and block the two out. His light grey eyes slid to the front passenger side window, dancing over the scenery with the mildest of interest. Dark blonde curls skimmed his shoulders, still slightly wet from when he’d washed it earlier during his bath. A white shirt clung to his lean torso, but not in the tight way that women usually wore their own. Destroyed faded blue jeans hung low on his hips, not enough to expose his boxers though. Amber currently had his invitation in her purse, mainly because he didn’t want it to get bent in his pants pocket. At first, he wasn’t so sure he’d be able to make the trip, but his schedule had cleared at the last minute, and he could therefore enjoy his time in Milan. Uh, as long as he didn’t have to spend his time with both Amber and Cole at the same time. He could handle them separately though.
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“Consider this conversation deceased,” the sole female in the car stated, one hand on the wheel of her vehicle, and the other elbow sitting in the frame of the open window. Dragging a bit more smoke from her cigarette and into her nude-gloss covered lips, she blew it out the window, when really she wanted to emit it right into Cole’s face. Jeeze. Could he quite being a jackass for one second? Maybe it was time she moved out, for he was starting to weigh on her patience. Ryder and him could live together if Ryder decided to stick around in Orange County after the summer was over. He had a girlfriend after all, so maybe he’d want to remain in the same vicinity as her. Not that visiting would be a difficult task, but still. As for herself, she’d just find a job and pay her own rent instead of having her mommy do it.
“You’re still talking? I knew I should have brought a muzzle with me,” Amber mused, lightly wetting her lips. The only real make-up she wore was eye-liner around the lower rims of her bright honey brown eyes. Dark auburn below shoulder length hair had been scraped up into a high ponytail, with one lock hanging by her left eye. Those same eyes had narrowed briefly at the elder cousin as they reflected on the rearview mirror, before just as easily returning to the road. Humph. She was two seconds from throwing him out on his ass and making him walk the rest of the way. Not that they were too far from the place right now.
A snug-fitting light pink spaghetti strap tank-top was present on her torso, and fitted blue jeans encased her legs. Her feet had been slipped into matching pink flip flops, which did nothing for her height, but she didn’t care.
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As soon as Amber parked the car, Colby climbed from the back and waited for her to pop the trunk. He’d ceased talking to her since the last comment. At least they didn’t fight in front of people other than family, so no one else would have to sit through their crap on the trip. They knew better than that. Not everyone needed to hear what they thought of each other. Plus, he didn’t plan to sit with her anyway, so all was good. Removing his cobalt blue duffel bag from the trunk, he didn’t wait for the other two, instead beginning his trek towards the front door upon draping the strap over his shoulder. He’d tucked his invitation away in a side pocket from the previous day, not wanting to forget it. After all, it had mentioned something about ‘no invitation, no boarding’. That would have been embarrassing.
A grey and white polo shirt and dark wash jeans made up his attire, along with white and grey sneakers. He was merely going for comfort here. Threading his fingers through his blonde hair, he came to a halt somewhere behind Spencer and Jimmy, who were waiting to be let inside as well. Concealing a yawn, he crossed his arms over his chest and muttered a polite ‘Hey’. Why not be nice? He was only sour at Amber, after all. Even he had to admit she didn’t deserve it though. It was just, things weren’t exactly great, and she was an easy target. He would apologize, but that would be completely out of the norm for either of them, so he figured he’d just avoid her for the time being.
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“That man makes being a jackass, an art,” Amber mumbled, stepping from behind the wheel as soon as she’d shut off the vehicle. Lightly slamming the door after fetching her Paddington handbag from the inside, she dropped her keys safely inside then went around to the trunk where Ryder was standing with both of their duffel bags -- hers purple and black, and his solid black. “Naw, you don’t have to carry it for me,” she smirked up at him, outing her cigarette and safely discarding of it. Taking her duffel bag into her now free hand, she slung it over one shoulder and walked alongside him to the front door. This trip should be good enough, and she planned to get in some sketches while there.
“Sometimes,” Ryder chuckled to her first comment, slipping his arm over her shoulders. His full white sneakers made barely any sound as he walked. His eyes zoomed in on Spencer, but he didn’t desert Amber just yet. [/center][/size][/color] |
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Post by Tristen Palmer on Jan 21, 2007 16:45:04 GMT -5
So Tristen had received an invitation as well, and there was no way in which he’d pass up the opportunity to go to Milan. He’d been dropped off at the Cooper residence by one of his friends, and was now walking up the driveway, red and black duffel bag slung over one shoulder, the palm of the arm directly in line with it settled upon the bag’s top. His other hand was hidden within the back pocket of his blue jeans, which hung dangerously low on his hips, but the waist was covered by the hem of his ordinary semi-snug dark green tee shirt. The ends of his jeans covered the tops of his converse, which he’d opted to wear this day. As for his invite, it was tucked away in the front side pocket of his jeans. Ear-buds were present in his ears, his ipod blasting music from various artists. He wasn’t very picky about whom he listened to, only really disliking about two genres of music.
Hair only slightly messy, it hung to the collar of his shirt, but mostly to the back of his head. His bag had been packed according to the invitation, and frankly he couldn’t wait to get this show on the road. Standing behind a group of people, he looked over some of their heads, finding Cassie with his eyes. He hadn’t seen her since that night they’d danced at the club actually. Not that he was avoiding her or anything. Anyway. Dropping his gaze to the ipod’s screen, he scrolled through his playlist, though his thoughts were elsewhere…namely on one girl. This trip was probably a good thing, as maybe it would assist him in getting the thought of wanting a relationship with this chick off his mind…
Slightly wetting his lips, he lifted his head once more, sea foam green eyes landing on her once again without his even realizing it. [/color][/center][/font] |
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Post by Noelle LaMere on Jan 22, 2007 14:22:51 GMT -5
Getting to Lauren's house a small smile formed on the female's lips, though as she glanced over to her newly found sister it slowly faded away. She always felt so weird around her, she didn't exactly know how to act.
On top of that he father had called...for wow, the third time this month and he'd asked what was going on and if Noelle was doing a good job at making Adri feel welcome.
Some how he'd found about Lauren's birthday thing, and he'd insisted that Noelle bring Adri.
He said it would be good for the other girl, to be able to mix with Noelle's friends.
Yeah, whatever.
Her now brown hair was worn back in a loose pony tail, her bangs still felt goofy and her hair was still a little bit too sure then she normally liked it.
She hadn't seen Rachel since she'd dyed her hair, but she'd seen her friends brother, so there was a chance she might know about her hair change and if she didn't...she'd soon find out.
Noelle did know one thing for sure, getting her friends opinion about her hair would make her feel a little bit better, even if it wasn't good.
If that made any sense, being that well...she knew Rachel and Lauren would tell her the truth.
A pair of dark washed Diesel skinny jeans were worn on the female's lower half, and a pair of gold and rainbow sequence flats. On her upper half a creme tank top was worn, the top part fit her tighter and then with the empire waste the Dolce and Gabbana shirt flowed a bit.
Her baggage was with her along with Adri as the girl got out of the car.
Adri's long red hair was pulled back into a pony-tail, it was worn loosely though and it looked kind of cute with the wavy wisps of hair falling around her face. The different type of weather here seemed to always cause her hair to have a bit of a wave.
Adri could tell that her new younger sister didn't know exactly how to treat her yet, though the girl was nice when she had to be...and that's all that mattered...right?
A pair of Diesel jeans were also worn by the other girl, Adri's were also of the skinny line, though they were light washed.
A blue silk Juicy Couture was worn. The sleeves bunched up a little bit, and it was a short sleeve shop, the lower part of the sleeves fit her tighter around her arm and there were some buttons up the side. There was some frill around the v-neck collar which was on the lower side. And then an empire waist was also a feature of her shirt, the blue shirt ended at about her mid thigh, which was different from Noelle's since her's went just about that point, but the two had gotten dressed in different rooms..and well you get the point..it just ended up that way. A pair of white flats with a blue flower-y design was worn on her feet, and the outfit...well it was rather cute. |
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Post by Rachel Louise on Jan 23, 2007 18:37:08 GMT -5
Rachel took a breath, hearing the doorbell behind her. "Lauren! I'm going to get people!" She called. Her best friend glanced at her with a smile and nodded, before her face changed back into severly-pissed mode as she began to check out the accomodations on the private plane. Most likely an issue about the curtains, or something equally ridiculous. Sure, Rachel loved Lauren, but she could be more over-the-top than Miss Schellenberg herself. Which was why Rachel was in a good mood, laughing to herself as she moved through the semi-dark house.
Her stomach twisted. Jimmy was probably out there, and she had no clue what to say to him--so many feelings came to mind when she thought about their histories, both the ones way, way back and the meeting that had occured only a day ago. Curiosity, slight annoyance, the feeling of wanting to just run up and kiss him (probably lust, yes) and then something she couldn't quite name because she had never felt it before. But there was nothing left to do. She stepped up to the door, brushing her hair back from her shoulders before she twisted the knob.
Her wrist turned and she grinned at everyone standing there. "Loves!" She immediately saw Noelle, and gave her a huge hug, having not actually spoken to her since what, cotillion? And then that new girl, and Spencer, Tristan, Colby, the twins... Layne, Cassie, Connor. What an odd mix, standing on Lauren's doorstep--and Jimmy. Her vision went blurry as she looked at him. [/font] |
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Post by Jimmy Carlin on Jan 24, 2007 16:09:06 GMT -5
Oh! Oh! Curtain Call!
Okay, so maybe the front door to Lauren’s house was only opening, but the beauty that was revealed behind it was what Jimmy’s eyes fell on. He smiled widely, out of habit when in the presence of Rachel. He was sure everyone else’s eyes had landed on her, but he was sure that nobody saw her in the way he did. She was beautiful, in more ways than one.
The way she greeted everyone showed her enthusiastic side, but she touched his heart, truly. He was thankful to have her back in his life, but still dreaded the day it may all be taken away from him, for whatever reason. He knew it wasn’t love, for their trust had been broken once before, and he knew of the circumstances that were required in order to build it all back up.
It wouldn’t take just the short time in which Jimmy and Rachel had been back together. No, it’d take far more effort, but Jimmy really felt he could do it, or so he hoped.
The light ‘hey’ that came from behind Jimmy had caused him to turn around, his eyes falling on Cole as he nodded in acknowledgement. It was a wonder why so many people were so nice. Jimmy appreciated the greeting form the stranger before looking back upon his girlfriend.
Like her brother, Spencer had also exchanged a small smile and a soft, cracked ‘hey’, with Rachel as her eyes fell on her.
Her thoughts were jumbled as of now, her sickness making everything blurred including her mind. She felt terrible, not just physically, but also because she didn’t want to ruin anyone else’s time with her complaining, if she were to complain.
She’d try her best to refrain though, and still, she was not going to pass up this opportunity. She, just then, thought of Ryder. Cole’s voicing had notified that he was most likely there.
She turned her head took look behind her, her eyes first falling on that of Cole and then onto Ryder. Her smile grew a bit as her eyes connected with his. With a moments time they were focused again on Rachel.
Within her small hands, Spencer squeezed at the invitations, though not really realizing she was going it.
Her thoughts were not with her and neither were her actions. She had packed some medications for herself and she figured she’d take some while on the plane.
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Post by Elizabeth Martin on Feb 5, 2007 19:09:39 GMT -5
Oh, my. It seems we have a slightly late attendee.
A black town car, with tinted windows pulled up in front of Miss Lauren Cooper’s home. A man, dressed in a suit, just as black as the car, popped out of the drivers set, and hurried to open the door. A pair of just-waxed-less-then-four-hours-ago legs appeared, and a pair of polished pink pedicure feet, clad in pink Hollister flip flop landed on the warm pavement. Elizabeth Martin stood to her full height of 5’10’’ and revealed to the world what she called ‘OC Traveling Clothes.” A Pink tank top clung to her skinny torso. Hugging her hips, a short faded denim mini skirt complemented her travel-ware tank top. Her hair had been pulled up, and pinned back in the front, and hung in its newly cut shoulder length style. She was blond again, but this time in a different shade. Her stylist said it was a sun-kissed, California blond. The color was fun, and had a reality-show-about-California life demeanor to it. She had added in sun kissed gold low lights, and whitish blond highlights herself. The color seemed more natural, seemed more Elizabeth.
It wasn’t until she was fully out of the care, and brushing a strand of hair of away from her eyes with pink, short manicured fingernail clad hands, did she realize the little crowd standing in front of the door, with Rachel, standing and speaking to them. Great. People to stare. The man that had driven her, and opened her door was now fishing in the trunk for her last coach duffel. Her would know what to do with those. Elizabeth took her Hollister tote bag from where she had been sitting, and made the trek up to the house, eyes switch from the small crowd to the ground. She was busy focusing on the slapping of her flip flops on the ground, and hadn’t gotten a chance to pick out faces in the crowd. Soon, she was standing behind the rest of the others. Elizabeth raised her eyes to look over the unfamiliar and familiar faces. A few she instantly recognized as Ryder, Jimmy, Spencer, Amber, Layne, Noelle, and then… Cole. Oh, dear. She hadn’t spoken to him in what…two days? Then again, she hadn’t seen American soil in two days…
“Hey…”
She whispered to him, not wanting to make her arrival a big deal. Lately, she just hadn’t been up for grand entrances.
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Post by Connor Moureen on Feb 11, 2007 18:48:51 GMT -5
Cassie sighed. She and Connor were both so new that they were unbeknownst to almost everyone here. If it weren't for Layne, they probably wouldn't even be here. Their main goal for this trip was definitely going to be to make themselves known here in the O.C. Layne's eyes scanned the group, and she spotted Elizabeth, Cole as well as Amberlynn rather quickly. She looked to her cousin and smiled before skipping over to Amber. "Hey!" she beamed, grinning. It'd been awhile since they had last spoken, so Layne was sure they would have a lot of catching up to do.
That left Cassie and Connor.
He fixed the brim of his hat, making it so he wouldn't have to squint from the sun. Looking down to Cassie, he smiled.
"And then there were two."
Cassie nodded, her mind completely seperate from their current conversation. Instead she was thinking only about Tristen, having quickly spotted him as he approached the group. She bit her lip, debating whether to turn around and talk to him or wait for him to approach her. Being just about the opposite of Layne, she decided that there was no harm in talking, and was about to go talk to him when she remembered Connor.
"Hey, you mind if I go talk to some friends?"
She asked, still biting her lip. Tons of pressure was unloaded from her shoulders when he nodded, seemingly okay with this. Cassie smiled, turning on her heel and walking over to Tristen.
"Hey, you,"
She said softly, her eyes moving from a downward angle and up into his eyes. She remembered quite vividly the time they had spent together at the club, and once her eyes met with his sea-foam green ones, she remembered how hypnotizing they were.
"Long time no see?"
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Post by Colby Hill on Feb 11, 2007 23:48:11 GMT -5
"Loves!"
That one word broke through his racing thoughts, and Cole was forced to look up from his feet and to the young woman who'd graced them with her presence. Rachel herself. After acknowledging her, he waited, waited for her to let them in. But then that look appeared in her eyes, one which made him look between the Queen Bee and Jimmy. He smirked, not about to say anything, just wait until the initial greeting between the two ended. Jamming both hands into his back pockets, he returned to staring at his shoes, since he hadn't anything better to do. What? Was he supposed to stand there and watch those two exchanging lovey-eyes? Right. Didn't think so...
"Hey..."
He'd barely heard it, as it had been so soft...like a whispering wind. Without looking up, he already knew who it was. God. Where had she disappeared to yet again? It seemed that everytime they got close, she poofed into thin air like some Criss Angel wannabe. Most guys would have ended it by now. What sort of a relationship was it when one individual was away more times than she was present? He couldn't help the way he felt about her though, and that's what kept him accepting her excuses. What made him crawl back to her like some love-sick puppy each and every time. The girl probably knew how tight she had him wrapped around her finger too. He'd do just about anything for her. 'Damnit Cole. When did you get so soft?' he berated himself, finally lifting his gaze to settle those blue-grey optics upon her beautiful face. "Hey," he said back, smiling small. Sometimes, he couldn't help but wonder if she had someone else. If maybe that was the true reason for her absence. And if it were factual, would it be enough for him to leave her? Honestly, he didn't know the answer to that.
Closing the little gap between them, he leaned across, pressing his lips to her temple in a tender kiss. "I missed you," he said near her ear, so that only she could hear what he had to say. "How've you been?" he asked, removing his face from near hers so as to look piercingly directly into her eyes.
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Not paying much attention to the other people who'd arrived, Ryder rubbed lightly at his eyes, though intently listened to everything that Amber was saying. He chuckled now and then, shaking his head from side to side. The girl was fun, and the only reason her and Cole bucked heads so much, was because they were as different as night and day. His smile switched to a frown of concern though, as soon as Spencer reverted her gaze back to Rachel.
"I'm gonna go say hello to my girl," Ryder said to Amber, getting a nod from her before waltzing over to Spencer's side. He'd taken in her physical appearance when she'd looked his way briefly, and he didn't like what he'd saw. Not to say she was ugly or anything, for she was rather attractive. But she looked...sick. "Hi," he murmured, moving one arm around her waist, thumb dancing along her hip in an absent, comforting manner. "You alright?" he asked quietly, focusing only on her. If she was really sick, he'd be nursing her back to health. No ifs, ands or buts about it. Least he could, especially since she was the greatest thing that had happened to him in quite some time.
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"Well go on then," Amber said with a smirk, lightly pushing Ryder away. She'd known he'd ditch her soon enough, and didn't feel any angry about it. Hey, she was used to being alone. Call it an only child habit. Having not realized that Layne was present until she'd appeared next to him, Amber turned to the girl who'd greeted her. Eyes brightening right then, she embraced the girl in a rather friendly hug. "Hi," she said back. "You look great," she complimented, eyes dancing over to where her friend had come from. She took the girl to be the cousin Layne had mentioned the last time they'd seen each other, but who was the guy? "That your boyfriend?" she inquired, merely curious. It had been a while, and she was definitely interested to know of any new occurences in the girl's life. Especially if it had anything to do with the gorgeous specimen she was with. Was it just her, or were all the guys present pretty much oozing with sex appeal? Was there anyone in California who wasn't the cream of the crop? [/color][/center] |
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Post by Tristen Palmer on Feb 12, 2007 0:09:49 GMT -5
Watching her approach, Tristen shifted his weight from one foot to the other, taking to gently nipping the inside of his lower lip. A part of him wanted to look away, wanting her to get the idea that he didn't want her around. But a greater part of him wanted her near more than anything else. Damnit. A while ago, he'd made a promise to himself, to stay away from girls like this one. The ones with that hidden mischief and innocence about them. A guy couldn't help but to be intrigued. "Hey yourself," he murmured, a faint smile curving unto his lips. "Where've you been hiding?" he asked teasingly, hand reaching out to tuck a bit of blonde hair behind her ear. Why'd she have to be so beautiful? And not just on the outside either...
"So, what you been up to?" he questioned, hand falling away from her face. He hid it within his pocket, his fingers grazing over his phone so as to give himself something other to do than touching her. It was difficult though, especially for someone who was a big fan of PDA once he actually liked someone. Wait...did he just admit that to himself? Nope. Tristen Palmer was not attracted to this girl for anything more than a roll in the hay. Fuck. Saying that over and over mentally wasn't doing him any good, as he didn't believe a word of it... Just freaking great. [/color][/center] |
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Post by Noelle LaMere on Feb 12, 2007 16:28:24 GMT -5
When Rachel gave her a hug Noelle gave her a hug right away.
Once she'd pulled away from her friend she paused for a second. "How are you? You haven't met Adri yet have you?" she questioned her, the questions running together, she was just happy to see her friend.
She glanced back to Adri who was chewing on her bottom lip lightly. She really didn't want to introduce her to Rachel right now...maybe later. She watched as the red-head looked around a bit.
Had Adri made any friends so far while here? Well if so she'd soon find out...right?
Adri spotted Cassie, so far the only person she'd met, but she was talking to some guy. Some guy who had just touched her hair. She probably shouldn't go over.
She wouldn't, she was kinda able to figure out when she shouldn't interrupt, and Adri assumed now was one of those times.
So standing there she continued to look around a little bit at friends chattering away. Well this was fun.
Noelle gaze shifted around a little bit more, looking for someone...yeah. Though she didn't see them...she probably wouldn't either...she couldn't see them coming to this thing.
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Post by Cassie Locklere on Feb 12, 2007 18:12:29 GMT -5
Wow.
Rewind.
Cassie's eyes fluttered back downward again as she smiled modestly, her eyes disappearing under long dark lashes. Having not seen Tristen in so long, she'd forgotten how she ever adjusted to talking to him. Breathing at last, she glanced back up at him.
"Hiding from you,"
She said with a small smirk, referring to his comment about her not being around. In truth she'd been out and about as usual, exploring the beauty that was Orange County. Not to mention the fact that she was showing Connor around, as well.
"And yourself?"
She asked nonchalantly, lifting her hand from her side and straitening the collar of his shirt with a grin. After all, she had to repay him for fixing /her/ hair, didn't she?
Silly Cassie.
After fixing his collar, her hand dropped slowly, gripping her purse once more. She bit her lip lightly. To be honest, she wasn't sure that they'd ever see each other again. Meeting him here was certainly a surprise -- though not a bad one, to say the least.
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Blech.
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Post by Connor Moureen on Feb 13, 2007 12:45:58 GMT -5
Layne grinned, returning the warm hug to Amber. From the looks of things, it was apparent that they were both very excited for Milan.
"Thanks, so do you!"
She said truthfully, dancing from one foot to the other. Poor girl, she looked like a five year old that had to go to the bathroom. Her head shot up in confusion when a boyfriend was mentioned, and she turned on the dot to see exactly who Amber had been referring to. Spotting Connor, she threw her head back in a laugh, looking back to her friend.
"Gosh no, that's Connor,"
She replied, flicking her gaze back to him for a second.
As for Connor, he stood facing the front door, both hands jammed in the pockets of his jeans. Man, being new really sucked. It felt like the first day of school all over again. Sighing, he leaned on a collumn that shaded the front of the house from the bright warm sun. He hoped that once this trip was over he'd have made many new aqquaintences. So much for taking things slowly...
Layne sighed at the sight of him, turning back to Amber.
"Should I call him over?"
She inquired softly, a concerned look crossing her face. Certainly she didn't want him being a "loner," especially because he was typically so outgoing. He hungered for this type of thing.
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