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Post by Spencer Carlin on Sept 24, 2006 21:43:34 GMT -5
‘We’re a couple.’ Ah those words, those lovely spoken words. Yeah, it felt so good to hear it. Though the term had been present all along, it seemed that now had been the perfect timing for the very sentence. Spencer nodded in agreement to his statement though; being truthful did in face play a major role in relationships. Hell, if there was no trust, honesty, or even a hint of lust, you might as well call it well, um...shit. Spencer followed Ryder’s movements, letting her free hand move to his shoulder and tried her best to stay intact with the movement of his feet. Her gaze automatically shifted downward, her eyes shifting from his feet to hers. Oh what a miracle it would be if she didn’t end up tripping over her own feet.
“You look nice though.” Spencer said honestly before shrugging at his second statement. “Show up in jeans. I really don’t care, though I think I will come in a dress. It’s my only night to feel...pretty.” she added, grinning widely. Though she felt like stopping after hearing his remark about being pulled over by some cops, she couldn’t. Her feet continued to move and her face went blank. She wasn’t exactly upset, no that was far from it. She was just curious. “Were you speeding?” she asked. That phrase as all that seemed available for her to speak. Okay, so he was pulled over. Haven’t most people? She didn’t exactly understand where he was coming from, but at the moment, she was all ears.
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Post by Rachel Louise on Sept 25, 2006 13:44:08 GMT -5
ooc; Posting as Taylor.
Taylor receded back towards the spring-green eggshell painted wall, sinking down in a chair, resisting the urge to put her head in her hands at the sight of all the dancing couples, especially Amber and Nick, as well as Rachel and Jimmy. That was just so fucking perfect. Rachel got a gorgeous guy, and he was looking at her in the way that Taylor was sure Danny had done. Her cousin was perfect! Everyone thought so. Everyone! Every-fucking-one.
Taylor leaned her head against the wall again, closing her eyes. Lately she was so tired. She heard murmurs near her, and laughing. Flirting. Nick and Amber. Taylor glanced around the room, looking at the other seemingly upright prepster checking him out--she was nearly drooling. As for this girl, she tilted her head to the side, looking at Nick. He was hot. Like, fall-over-and-faint hot. Weak-at-the-knees hot. As hot as Danny hot.
Really hot. Why was her heart doing that annoying double-backflip thing?
Shit, she couldn't fall for Nick in a matter of three seconds! She had spent her entire life making sure she had more common sense than that! But no. What her hormones and her mind said were two different things. Who knew which one would win? [/color][/size]
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Post by Rachel Louise on Sept 25, 2006 13:48:02 GMT -5
ooc; Posting as Rachel again. Rachel cast Jimmy a quizzical look as he stepped backward, almost daring him to tell her there was something wrong. She used this look often. It was then, as he put his hand back in hers--they fit perfectly--that she realized something.
Rachel was bad at love. She loved too hard.
I mean, sure. She broke guys hearts, and girls admired her for it. They wanted to be her. That part didn't bother her, but the reason she did it was because she couldn't pick--she wanted all those guys, because she viewed them as perfect for that infinite, senseless moment in time when all she wanted was to touch them.
The expierience wasn't new to her--it was that wishing, that hoping, that the guy would just sweep you off your feet and kiss you. The feeling of falling so hard and fast that you couldn't get a sense of where you were or where you were going--it was almost pleasurable, reckless. Why didn't she see it would only end in cheating, or a broken heart? History was as important as the future, right? Jimmy cheated. He had stated in that one day on the pier, when he gave Rachel advice and they each tried to battle out their hearts and common sense.
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Post by Jimmy Carlin on Sept 25, 2006 14:55:35 GMT -5
And so there was the perfect picture. Jimmy and Rachel, hand in hand. Yeah, a picture just waiting to be torn down the middle. No, Jimmy wasn’t a quitter and the might’ve been the only reason he had not left Rachel just seconds before. He couldn’t take it. The feelings couldn’t come back. He wouldn’t let them. If it weren’t for the two being so damn alike, they wouldn’t have bucked heads in the beginning of their past relationship. It was over from that moment on, and Jimmy could see it going on no longer.
Okay, so maybe it had been his fault. Yeah he slept with another girl, and he fully admits to his mistake, but inside he had known it was over anyways. After all, Rachel might as well be called Jimmy’s first love. Everyone knew loves like that never lasted, and soon tore apart so there wasn’t even as much as a glance between the two. Beautiful love; how sick it made Jimmy feel.
After the instructions that Jimmy had followed, he began doing his own thing upon the dance floor, taking random steps in one direction to the next. His mind was far from the dancing that they were to be doing. And hell, he really didn’t give a shit. He had far worse things going on, and by worse I mean stressful and/or complicated, at the moment.
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Post by Rachel Louise on Sept 25, 2006 15:26:48 GMT -5
ooc || Posting as Jeremy now.
Jeremy walked around to the edge of the room, approaching Taylor. As he passed the door he spotted a wickedly hot girl standing near the door, wearing the black cotton micro mini that so many girls seemed to be working. She was wearing kick-ass boots that looked a lot like the multi-thousand-dollar leather-and-calf-skin Louboutins his sister liked to work with skinny jeans.
Not one to be timid--plus this girl clearly wanted him--he approached her easily, with his sexy, cocky strut. "Hey. I'm Jeremy. Maybe you knew that. Lots of people seem to." He shrugged a little, as if that much didn't matter to him. "You know, I don't know you. I'd like to, though." He ran a hand through his hair, dishing up a weak-at-the-knees smile, with his perfect straight teeth. [/color][/size]
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Post by Rachel Louise on Sept 25, 2006 15:34:43 GMT -5
Sorry, everyone, but I have to shut down dancing lessons--end of the thread.
It's been great, and I'm seeing a TON of new plots developing. We were down for a minute--some of you thought the site was dead, and that I'd have to delete it--but I knew you could do it, bitches!
The drama at cotillion is going to be fucking amazing, so definitely stay tuned.
I have to say, though--there were a few of you--even debutantes--that didn't even show up at the dancing lessons. You had DAYS to post, and I'm upset that you didn't. Many characters were--shall we say--highly anticipated. So, please. You better be at cotillion.
Those of you who were here... you made it great!
Rock the dollhouse...
Kisses,
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