She's Back....And Adrienne's at it Again

[Adrienne Martin]

In her room, still half asleep was Adrienne Martin.
She was online of course, and music filled the room as she listened to the ending of 'Sugar' by SOAD for no apperent reason. She was in the middle of an IM battle with Darren, her half brother.

xXxUrBitchsManWhorexXx: Oo eat me adrienne, and stop bein a ho
PrincessPerfection: Suck a dick u friucake
xXxUrBitchsManWhorexXx: SAY THE TO MY EAR! I DARE YOUCALL ME RIGHT NOW!

Reading the last bit, Adrienne whipped out plum colored Razr which she had made just for her with Rhine Stones on the front. Before she could dial, she was side tracked when her now live-in maid brough her a cup of coffee. Getting up, Adrienne's black fuzzy slippers scarpped aginst the heated marble floor. Hanging on her hips, and currectly dragging on the floor were a pair of low rise Juicy sweat pants, and just to top it of a light baby blue cami sat hugged her annoyingly large chest. Her normally shoulder hanging hair was swept up in to a very messy bun, and for once in like the 17 years she had been alive, Adrienne wore close to no make up, just the nesscities, lip gloss and a little cover up.

[Taylor Clear]

Jeremy had been kind of interested when Adrienne had invited him over after dancing lessons. It was a new thing, girls calling when you hadn't even had a full conversation with them. Kind of a blessing, kind of a curse when they became stalkers. He hoped Adrienne wouldn't.

He had grabbed a cup of coffee at Paparazzi, wearing his usual--dark Diesel semi-destroyed jeans, and this time a navy blue Lacoste polo, which brought out his big, sexy eyes. His hair had grown a little, and it was messy. He stepped out of his black Cadillac SUV and onto the driveway at E.V.'s. He walked quickly up to the door, ringing it with his palm. [/color]

[Adrienne Martin]

E was running late, and pulling out of the driveway in Adrienne Lexis, only becuase she needed a quick ride. Watching Jeremy walk up, she stuck her head out of the window and yelled to him,
"She's in her bedroom. Follow the annoying Smell of over used Ralph Luren Everything!" E blew him a kiss, and the went on about the street, doing well over the speed limit, the garge shutting automaticly behind her.

[Jeremy Schellenberg]

He laughed, watching E mime his sister's signature move. Maybe it hadn't been concious, and maybe that wasn't really Rachel's "move," but he hand just kind of learned to think like his sister. It was a little scary. He eased the door open before that subject got old, and he stepped into the large foyer, unimpressed. It was much like his own, except the Schellenberg's entrance hall was more stark, more modern.

He looked up, seeing a large, wide staircase. Jeremy ran a hand through his hair, putting each foot forward as he walked up the stairs. He tilted his head a little to the side, catching a whiff of the Ralph Lauren perfume he had been told to follow. It was an okay scent--he like Taylor's signature Miss Cherie Dior or Rachel's Dolce & Gabbana Feminine, but that was just out of habit. Jeremy wore Axe Essence and Drakkar Noir.

He opened the door, really not caring that this girl probably wanted to jump his bones--he was used to it. The fact didn't just go over his head that he was in her bedroom, though. "Hey." He said easily, with a awe-inspiring sexy smile. [/size]

[Adrienne Martin]

Damn near dropping her cup, in her left hand, and the phone in her rght, Adrienne spun around to see Jeremy. Damnit. This was not a very hot look, or so she though.

Entering her bedroom, you could see it looked nothing like the rest of the house. Sometimes E.V. was just to Bleh. She need, 'Whoa', not 'No...'

The room was decorted in stunning shades of gold red and black, with an awesome Asian theme, with peices flown in from Japan. The walls were an inviting shade of deep red, with 3 Japannes Char.s running down her wall, the one with the door. In Gold they were the char.s for 'Love' 'Beauty' and 'Money' the most important things in her life. The bed was a Queen size, pilliow top mattress, with real silk in the same color as the walls, with gold trim. Accents, like cups, and a dresser were black, with gold rimming and a red inside.

Like E.V. things just had to flow, and her room sure as hell did flow.
Right to her bed.

[Rachel Louise]

Jeremy inspected the door. The colors were cool, but it wasn't really his style. The bed was nice, though. He sized Adrienne up right along with his glance around the room. She was really, really hot. Like, unbelievably so. She looked almost like something resembling his sister--a bit.

Kind of.

"So..." He stepped forward a little, filling with the overwhelming desire to kiss her--hard. It was wierd, and maybe he was just sex-crazed. After all, the guy hadn't had a good fuck since coming back to the O.C. These girls were looking for love, not looking for sex, as he was. [/size]

[Adrienne Martin]

Put the cup down and closing her phone, Adrienne hopped up, and suddenly wish she was wearing heels. Compared to Jeremy she was just...too short. Ew.

Gazing up at him with her eyes the just whoned 'I think..No! I know that I'm amazingly hot', Adrienne plainly asked, "So whatca think?"

OhOhSee//

Ewwy, Short.

[Rachel Louise]

He shrugged, comfortable and relatively at ease. "I think it's very you." He laughed. "Anywhere I can sit? Don't want to damage any antique Chinese shit." He said, a smile still on his face.

It was kind of uncanny, how alike he and Adrienne were turning out to be. You know, that might be kind of perfect--they both wanted a fuck. No strings attached. Why was he waiting? The thought made him grin.

[Adrienne Martin]

Looking up at, she eyed him closely.
“Everything in here can be replaced. No worries…” Adrienne, flipped off her shoes and flopped onto her bed, on her back. Yea, it looked suggestive and it…was? You couldn’t tell with Adrienne, ever. She usually just went with her own flow.

“Sit, Talk, Be Marry. Thirsty? This is a very humbling abode, I know…but I’ve made sure, that my wine collection had been flown in.” Adrienne stated flipping on to her stomach and then looking at him. Adrienne was use to the same kind of treatment he was. Moving in with E.V. had been slightly difficult. She was the most unspoiled one in the whole family.

[Rachel Louise]

"Nah, I'm okay." He said, collapsing in a nearby chair as he watched her closely. She was so... what was the word? Provacative. Yeah. It stirred up memories of Jessica, for some reason. And the car crash--that night. She had died. Drunk driver. He was driving, and he hadn't. Guilt crushed him for a moment before he shook the image off, glancing at Adrienne again.

"So you point in inviting me over was...?" He asked, grinning and leaning forward a little bit.

[Adrienne Martin]

"I need a point? Me asking isn't just good enough?" She questioned, rasing a perfectly waxed eyebrow.

"OhhMmmhmGeee! Have you listen to E talk about that dance thing-y and her...boyfreind? Joel or Cole or something like that. God, it's a bitch..."

AhHa. Adrienne was making convertion with the nice lad. Lovely.

[Rachel Louise]

Woah, quick subject change--this time to actual conversation? Jeremy laughed at her gossipy comment--not at her, though. It was a good-natured laugh.
"Yeah, I was dancing with her--kind of saved her ass, and that's quoting--and she rushed over to him. But what about you? Who are you taking?" He asked. Jeremy was planning on going alone and then picking a hot girl to take home. That was how he operated.

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[Adrienne Martin]

"Ahh, I don't know...He cares. I'll wind up going home with a different guy. I almost always do. "

Adrienne rolled her eyes at the thought. The right man never just came along and asked her out. She had to get all whore-ful sex aagoddess like. Damn you chest. Damn you to hell and back.

"Other then that, Just a casual hook up, no strings, and I'm on my Marry way. With a few dollars in clothes in hand, of course."

No, Adrienne was not joking.

[Rachel Louise]

He laughed, hard, tilting his head back and running a hand through his already-messy hair. She might have caught a glimpse of light blue striped Polo boxers, if she had really cared to look. So Adrienne was that kind of girl. Good, maybe--if they got so far as intimitate, which it appeared she wanted.

"Yeah, I'm just like that. I don't want girls--or in your case, guys--chasing after me all the time, begging for my heart. I don't fall in love that easily." He said. The comment was meant to be light, airy, meaningless--like most of Jeremy's flirtations were. He didn't like serious, except in anger. Serious scared him. He always remembered Jessica when he thought of love--and he wondered if he actually had loved her. He had never said it, but maybe it had always been there.

[Adrienne Martin]

“An occasional stalker isn’t that bad, but a whole lot, That’s where I draw the line. That’s why I’m here. After some things that happened in France, There was not point of staying. So I moved in With E. She’s A doll when she isn’t trying to be me,” The last words caused Adrienne to smile. She loved to poke fun at E. it was like her favorite past time.

Gazing down at the plum-colored cell phone, Adrienne saw a very familiar number. She answered with a very flat tone.
“What…” Came out in the most monotone voice for the girl. After a few words from the other line, she hung up with no good bye. Jackson. Fuck Him. She just didn’t have time for people she hadn’t spoken to in years, even if once upon a time she loved them.

Looking up at Jeremy he expression hadn’t changed, the bitch in her was coming, and this would not be pretty.