✌ CLOTHES ≛ MOOD» FOCUSED/CAUTIOUS ≛ TUNES≛ LOCATION » AUDITORIUM≛OOC ✌ He watched the woman carefully step out of his car. She had an asymmetrically styled, short dark hair as well as sharp features and dark make up. She was sharply dressed. She wore a blazer with matching tights, pencil skirt and poo underneath. She had wrapped the scarf that previously lay on her lap around her neck before he pulled up. "Good bye Tucker. Thank you for the ride. It was nice seeing you. You take care of yourself now." He gave his therapist a smile as he nodded and waved. "Not a problem at all! It was nice seeing you too Michelle. Thank you so much!" The girl shot him a small smile on her thin lips as she closed the door and headed out into the winter. He watched her go into her building before he began driving off. He was really surprised that they were able to meet and have lunch together - despite him calling so shortly before. He needed to talk about what he felt with Maria yesterday because he was just too confused about it. They met up for lunch and had been talking since then. He felt safe to talk about this since they were seated away from plenty people and he always felt safe to talk to her. He confessed on how scared he had been all morning and how the nightmares haunted him despite how nicely he had fallen asleep. He also confessed about how he felt like he kind of longed for that nice, warm feeling again. He still couldn't put his mind around it how sweet the moment he had with Maria was. It was so new to him. So, so new. Michelle was kind yet stern - especially when Tucker began rambling about how scared he was and when he would kind of break down and lean his forehead on the table. She was proud that he had been able to open up a bit, but she urged him to be careful. Tucker didn't really understand why she told him that. He thought she of all people (well, besides his mother at least) would be more than proud to see him finally moving forward a bit - even though he did take a couple steps back. It kind of put him off guard and it made him frown as he tried to drive quickly to the university. Her words rang in his head, "You have to be careful, Tuck, if you don't want to hurt her." His brown eyes gazed distantly to the side of the road as he stopped at a stoplight. He blinked, remembering what came out of his mouth after she said that to him 'Why?' "You'll understand… soon, hopefully." The beeping of a car from behind made him shift his gear back to drive and he carried on with his travel. The sudden beep also reminded him of how quickly that conversation had died. But really why? What was Tucker not seeing? He had such a wonderful time with Maria yesterday. How did he hurt her? Sure, he would probably hurt himself at one point - but hurt her? How? He drove carefully into the parking lot of the school, taking the nearest parking empty parking space from the exit. He had to brush it off now. Right. He had to focus. It was an important rehearsal meet today and whoop-dee-doo, he was late already. He quickly put his fleece coat on, stuffed his phone into his pocket and pulled the key out of the engine. He took a deep breath before he went out to brave the cold air. He bit his lip the moment he went out, as he closed the car door - feeling the freezing metal on the tips of his fingers. Locking his car up, he quickly made his way to the auditorium watching his own breath as he ran. He pushed the heavy doors of the auditorium with a huff as he entered it. He shivered slightly and warmed up his hands. The theatre, like always, was much warmer than outside - much to his liking. He smiled to himself before paying attention to everyone around. He noticed some of the cast and crew scurrying around the backstage which first caught his eye, but then his chestnut ones caught the lead actress on stage - next to the set designer. He pressed his lips together as his breathing became shallow. It was almost like he could hear his heartbeat suddenly. Collecting himself back together he shook his head and shivered again as he turned to the sound booth and ran up the steps towards it. He swung the door open without a knock and saw Erik already over. "Gahh, sorry Im late again. Had important um… family stuff." he mumbled. He wasn't lying. He really wasn't. The whole therapist thing had been happening for a good eight years. It was pretty much accurately put as family stuff. He quickly glided across the room as he slipped the thick fleece coat from his sweater. He dumped that over the chair before sitting down at it, immediately placing his hands over the controls and adjusting necessary things. His eyes danced around all the buttons before he looked up at the stage again. He licked his upper lip like he did when he was nervous as he gazed at Maria again for a second, before he put his attention to the miss and speakers that were around. "Great! The mics are in place. Just gotta fix some adjustments on the volumes and frequencies so nothing surges together or whatever." Fixing said adjustments he leaned back to his seat, snapping from focused to relaxed just like that. He locked his hands behind his head with his elbows pointed out as he leaned back. He looked at Erik and smiled before darkly adding, "A swell afternoon to you by the way."
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✿ OUTFIT | MUSIC | OOC |MOOD ↝ EAVESDROPING✿ ✖ LOCATION ↝ AUDITORIUM ✖ Elisa had been in the backstage when the whole argument between some new girl, a boy who played an extra and their lead actress Maria happened. She kept her distance from the entire thing - not really being a fan of such conflict. She blinked as she watched them from a distance as she looked over at them from setting up her make up equipment. She had just used them on Maria, before she got into her dress. She cleaned up everything and let all the make up stay on the table - all organized and neat. Prior to finally being able to use her make up kit (along with her skills and technique), she was busy all morning with her and Richie's kitten ears DIY video as well as shooting her own Holiday Haul video for her main channel. She successfully edited a little more than half of the video already, which proved for celebration because she never really worked that fast on a video. So she took the time to get into a cute, wintery outfit (minus the overcoat which she would wear later to rehearsal) and put on a tiny bit more make up than her usual everyday look. She added a pop of mint and chocolate on her eyeshadow to match the holidays as well as bring out her blue eyes. She wore a large but slim-fitting cat sweater paired with yellow-orange warmers and her brown oxfords. It was a rather quirky outfit but she thought it was cute, comfortable and it kept her nice and warm in the winter season. She placed the knitted red and gold scarf that she would put on later folded neatly by her bed along with the grey overcoat. Before she headed out to rehearsal, after shooting her Holiday Haul video and messing up her room with all the things in her giveaway video (namely a painting she did, some cute handmade accessories that was part of a collection she was making, a large winter sweater she got from uptown and brand new make up products in a cute little make up bag - all of its content were scattered on her table) she cleaned up and placed them all into a shipping box then quickly sent a text to Richie after having lunch. To: Richie bbRICHIE WAKE UP! MANDATORY REHEARSALS TODAY! I don'twant to see you late and frantic and such HAHA Just lookingout for you babe. See you in a while! Mew. A new voice had chirped into the conversation - or rather, not-so-heated argument - and she recognized it to be Sophie, which meant one of few things but mostly that Bryan was around now. She inhaled sharply as she placed her right foot down from the stool she was sitting on, grabbing the ends of the chair as she leaned forward and searched for him. Her little crush on the brown haired, adorable and sweet man never went away since camp two years ago. Over the years though, the intensity of the crush would be like a roller coaster. Some days she would be cool and not really think about him, other days she could actually say hello to him and manage a conversation without blushing or squirming but other days she couldn't even find herself looking at him. She quickly spotted the brown haired boy but only to see him leading the orchestra to the Orchestra Hall which let a sigh escape her lips. She just wanted to see his face. Which was kind of lame and cheesy but oh well. It wasn't like she could muster up the courage to talk to him today but whatever. She pulled herself back up on the chair as she watched Maria exit the stage. She curiously listened on the ones left behind. "Thank you very much, for sticking up for me." She spat out a little laugh hearing that but immediately put her hands over her mouth. Oh, she hoped they wouldn't hear. That would be quite rude but it was just a little bit too funny, knowing Sophie herself (although the two weren't exactly super close). She really didn't think Sophie was sticking up for anyone... and found herself giggling about it. She cleared her throat and went back to fixing her already organized make up.
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Tired and still confused, Tucker began to walk up the stairs of his apartment with grocery bags in his arms. Once he reached his door, he toggled the keys into the keyhole. "Come on" he muttered as the edge of one of the bags he held in his arms blocked part of the door knob. Luckily, not too long after, the key slipped right in and the door swung open. He stumbled inside, careful not to drop anything. He bent his wrist upward, grabbed the keys then used his foot to close the door. He dropped the bags on the kitchen counter, too lazy to tend to it now. Besides, now his kitchen matched his cluttered living area! He dropped his wallet and keys into the plate he kept them in before heading to his closet. He grabbed a plain tee and flannel pajama bottoms before heading for the bathroom to shower. After stripping off of his clothes, he jumped into the shower and turned it on, letting warm water run all over his body. He stood there for a while before letting out a sigh then beginning to actually shower. He spent the entire day with Maria. He still hadn't told her anything and she didn't seem to want to pry any further from his therapist comment, which was good because he really didn't know what to say anyway. They went to the shelter together. There, Tucker met the family who adopted Highway Star and they really helped him take his minds off of things. All the while, Maria was playing with the animals and he and Sean joined her soon after - heck, she even adopted a kitten! And guess who? Little Edgar Allan Paw! Finished with his shower, Tucker left the bathroom and made his way to his room where he flopped down on the bed and stared up at the ceiling. He was really happy that Eap would be going to someone like Maria, it made him smile. After that, he and Maria (and little Eap too) went to grab something to eat and he helped her buy all the necessary things to take care of a kitten. He even picked out Eap's favorite treats. Time seemed to suddenly fly too fast between them and then it was night time. He drove back to the school and bid her farewell there. He was able to muster up the courage to say that he really did enjoy that day before he headed back home himself. He blinked up at the blank ceiling once more, before he reached over and grabbed his covers. He draped them over himself as he shifted to his side. He grabbed the phone lying beside him, checking it curiously before he intended to sleep. From: MariaEAP is doing well.thanks for inviting me to the shelter with you.see you tomorrow at rehearsal.Good night Tucker. He smiled, responding back to her quickly while a tired but happy expression was on his face. To: MariaThat's great! If you need any help regardingEap, just tell me. Little guy's a bit of troublebut he's a whole lot of cute and fun. See youtomorrow. Good night ( : Hitting send, he closed his phone then found himself sleeping before any of the chaotic thoughts that haunted him at night even had the chance to.
✿ OUTFIT | MUSIC | OOC |MOOD ↝ SATISFIED✿ ✖ LOCATION ↝ HOME ✖ She smiled as she looked down at the text from her best friend, Richie. It made he look back at how the day went, from him picking her up and singing loudly and obnoxiously in the car, then going to the new hibachi place (which had very little vegetarian dishes to her dismay, but she did have a good time and the food she ate was five-star), then arriving at Richie's place and recording a new DIY video. To: Richie bbGood night Richie!! I had so so so much fun today too!We need to do this more often on the weekends andahhh thank you so much! phew, I'm glad it worked outhahahah! > u < Anyway, I'll edit the video when I havemore time. See you tomorrow, have super sweet dreamsand a pleasant sleep! n w n The turquoise teen walked into her room and dropped her things lazily on her desk. She could feel her legs shaking as she pulled her shoes off. She was so tired! She knew if she sat or laid down now, it would be the end of it. So, she slipped out of her sweater, hung that over her chair and walked into her closet to snatch a set of PJs. She made her way to the bathroom where she took off her make up, took a quick shower then applied necessary lotions and products on her face and body to keep her skin healthy. Once dressed, she brushed her teeth before finally exiting the comfort room. Her tired, blue eyes gazed on her lush bed that looked extra comfy and cuddly that night. A tired smile played on her face as she took one step forward, before her eyes widened as she felt her fingers graze over the cold surface of her laptop. "Oh right." she gasps out. She turned to look back at her bed, giving a little pout as she removed the towel wrapped around her head, tossing it over her chair before she took her seat. She flipped open her laptop as she reached for her camera sitting at the edge of her table. She popped out its SD card and inserted it into the slot at the side of her laptop. "Update, update, update, update…" she muttered continuously in a tired tone as she opened folders and web browsers and new tabs and programs to prepare a post on her blog. She quickly opened a couple of photos on photoshop to give a quick edit by adjusting the levels, color balance and brightness. Namely, the photos she edited and would later include in the post were a photo of the food Richie and she ate, a photo of her and Richie in front of the Hibachi place, a photo of Richie's room when they were setting up the video and a picture of the materials they used for the cat ears they made in the video, as a sneak peek. As the photos were attaching to her post, she began to type out the text she'd include at the end of it. Super fun Richie-Elisa Sunday Bonding! We had a super great day todayby visiting the new Hibachi restaurant at Leroy Place (next to the candy store) and the food is great!! They even had grilled vegetariandishes for myself to enjoy. It's quickly grown to be a place we've bothdecided that we'd be around at more often, haha! We also startedworking on a ~ new video ~ and here's us setting up along with a sneakpeek on what we were up to! ^ o ^ So, today's been real, real great and I hope all of you have had aneventful Sunday as well. Don't forget to check our latest Cupcake videoon our channel and if you want to know more about the new Hibachiplace, you can check out their website below. Okay, great! HP is runningso low, gotta recharge and catch some z's. Sweet dreams & G'night! As the last photograph attached to the entry, she quickly updated her blog. She refreshed the page and checked if everything was alright. Finally satisfied, she spun her chair to face her bed, jumped off of it and crawled up on her thick covers. She yanked them away from her bed and lay down as the comforted dropped over her. She had a smile on her face as she reached to shut off her lights before she let her head rest into her soft pillow and slept.
✌ CLOTHES ≛ MOOD» BRAVE ≛ TUNES≛ LOCATION » AUDITORIUM≛OOC ✌ ❝ I would love to, ❞ The most childish, cheeky grin appeared on his face for a second, until he composed himself quickly and just nodded with a smile. With that, they began to walk out - embraced in silence. Tucker really couldn't understand what he was feeling. It was all between oh-god-don't-violate-me-please plus wow-that-was-really-strange-but-really-nice and get-out-of-my-head-dad-I-want-to-tell-her. He dug his hands into his pockets after opening the doors of the auditorium for himself and Maria. They walked side by side, and he would constantly glance down at her as they continued to make her way to the outside. Maria was beautiful and talented and amazing. She was also a really good and genuine friend of his. He loved spending time with her but just like he loved spending time with Erik or Sean or Bryan. It never slipped into his mind that he liked her in a romantic way yet the kiss they just shared seemed to beg that question. Why hasn't he developed a crush for her? Currently, he did have this weird feeling about her. It wasn't a bad-weird kind of thing, it was nice.Was it a crush? He didn't think so. What he felt was kind of platonic and he just really wanted to let her know that she made him feel different for once - but then that would probably mean explaining different from what. What being something he was too scared to even talk about, yet at the same time, of all the people he was close to in town - he wanted to tell her. He almost told Sean one day in the summer two years ago, after he was back from camp - when he first started volunteering in the shelter. He was still really shaken up inside and had panic attacks more often, despite being dismissed by his therapist. He just noticed there was something wrong with his new volunteer and Tucker broke down again. Sean was really nice to him even though at that time all he believed was human to be wrong and bad and after camp, he was still waiting for more horrific events to happen. So he almost told him, but in the end he couldn't do it. His mind began to churn again, thinking of ways he could possibly tell Maria. The easiest way was showing his scars. In the places they were in, he was sure anyone would get it if he or she saw it - but then again, that was just way too awkward and uncomfortable for him. He could also just mention he was the son of Benjamin Knowles. However, did people still know that name? Although it racked up on a lot of media coverage, it also happened so long ago. His father was put to bars when Tucker was 15, eight years ago - and to think he was still affected by it all. He stopped glancing at her as they made their way outside, into the cold. He dug into the pockets of his jeans more as the cold bit at his exposed skin. He could just tell her. He could tell her word by word or maybe just show the articles he kept in an envelope in the trunk of his car. He kept it there because he didn't want to see it in his apartment but at the same time, for some odd reason, he couldn't find himself to dispose of it either. He could tell her. Just like that. Yes, he could! As they approached his car, and picked the keys out from his pocket, he motioned to the passenger seat where he prepared to stuff the key in and open its door. Suddenly, he felt a touch on his forearm. His heart skipped a beat as she turned him towards her and pulled in closely. She looked up at him, nibbling on her lower lip as she looked up in question with her blue eyes. His chestnut ones stared at hers for a moment, blinking as his mind started to rattle again. What was she… a kiss? Again? The last one had taken him back so much, he didn't really know what to do - but at the same time, he wanted to see her smile again. The smile she had after the kiss and before he had ignorantly jerked away from her. She seemed like she was waiting. He did want to feel that again. The way the kiss from earlier had quite literally melted most of his concerns away. But… could he? Thinking about kissing her made his heart beat really fast, in panic more than in bliss. He just felt like something was going to go wrong after. He would like to believe she was different, and she probably was. He would like to say she wouldn't abuse him, and she really wouldn't. But he said that all about his father too - and look at what happened. At the same time, he didn't want to leave her and have her leave him. It was selfish. So, so selfish. No, he had to be strong. He could do this. He pressed his lips together tightly as he looked at her. He brought his arms up to hold her gently, almost cradling her as he leaned in closer. He looked at her with a desperate expression before shutting his eyes tightly and quickly pulling her into a warm embrace. He rested his jaw at the top of her head, keeping her close and not letting go. He pressed his lips together more until he separated them with a slight chuckle, opening his eyes as he gazed distantly and said out loud in a whisper, "My therapists said she'd never believe me if I told her I held someone this close." He held her tightly. Licking his upper lip nervously, did that send a message already? It really took a lot of courage and gut to do this, even though it was something so simple. The kiss was spontaneous and he was kind of just going with it - but this, this hug was his doing. He really wanted to say more but there was a lump on his throat that willed him not to.
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✌ CLOTHES ≛ MOOD» UNKNOWN FEELING #1/CURIOUS ≛ TUNES ≛ LOCATION » AUDITORIUM≛OOC ✌ Her expression changed so quickly. She scrambled to her feet and shot him a crooked grin.❝ Oh, hah... G-good job, ❞ Good… job? The kiss? What? His eyebrows twitched in confused of what she meant. Her voice was rather unfamiliar, not Maria's nor Michaela's. What was she doing? He looked up at her blue eyes. There was something distant about them. He lowered the hand that clasped over his lips, which were now pressed together. 'What did she mean? Good job… on the kiss?' He felt his cheeks flush a bit as that thought entered his mind and he looked to his side. If that was what she meant… then he wanted to say it too! But to her! The boy was still in shock of what had occurred. The kiss was quick but strangely, he liked it. He never thought he would ever like a kiss. What he shared with Maria, during that moment, was so genuine and so new and so… filled with hope. That sounded cheesy but it was true because sadly, Tucker had this mindset that's carved into his head ever since his father started abusing him: 'If my father, someone who is - even just by the title daddy - supposed to sacrifice for me and take care of me and love me yet did all those awful things to me then anyone, not even a blood related person, can do the same.' It was a sad thought, but that's what was always in his head. If his father was able to do it to him - HIS FATHER - then a stranger or a friend or even a brother had the right to do the same. This, however, was all so new to him and he just… didn't know what to do. ❝ All for the show... ya' know? T-Torvald can't say I don't do my part right. That was it--what we were missing. ❞ Ahh… she meant acting. Good job on the acting. Wait- acting? He wasn't acting! In fact, for the acting bit, he thought that he did a very terrible job at it. Right now, he wasn't acting at all! That kind of got on his nerves, but he quickly dismissed it. He was just probably over thinking and letting all the emotions inside him rattle together. ❝ You did--you did g-great.... Enough practicing for one day, I-I think... ❞ And what did she mean by that? Did she feel that moment too? Did it mean to her as much as he realized it meant to him? His mother would always tell him that one day he's someone was going to break down the walls he put around himself and he always laughed at his mother for it. Yet now, it felt like Maria had knocked off a bit of the wall, able to peer inside and reach out for him. So… what was she doing? His hands clenched into fists on the carpet as he looked back up at her. ❝ R-right,Time to... time to go, I think. ❞ Her hand was held out to him and he immediately took it as she helped him up to his feet. He still couldn't find himself to speak. His heart still felt like it was beating so hard and trying to escape his chest. His lungs still felt like a bag of rocks. His entire body was still stiff and probably short-circuiting. ❝ That was wonderful... ❞ The blonde actress said it so softly. He gave her hand a small squeeze as he looked down at her before letting it go. 'I know.' he wanted to say but of course, being the wimp that he was, he didn't. He just really didn't know what he was feeling. This girl that he knew and had gotten close to for the past 2 years just kissed him and it was such a magical moment yet at the same time there were monsters that wanted to snatch the moment away. The monsters that would probably haunt him tonight. Part of him still wanted to tell her. He was still so confused on what she was feeling and what she was thinking and saying. He thought that maybe if he told her then things would clear up between them because he didn't want to leave it like this. Wait, if they left, would that mean they had to say good bye now? What was going to happen after that? Tucker frowned at the thought. He was tired of being lonely. He childishly didn't want to get away from Maria, he wanted to stay by her side because he was so confused and so scared and he just didn't want to be alone. He looked down at his watch, it was nearing noon… well not really. Wait. Noon! The animal shelter! He quickly turned to Maria, cheeks still a little bit flushed. 'Um, I, uh, have to go to the shelter… do you want to, maybe, um, join me?" he licked the top of his lips, worried at how casual he sounded after what just happened. Did that seem rude to her? She hoped he didn't get that. The tone of his voice was gentle and kind of… pleading. He really wished she'd say yes even if a part of him was waiting for a no. Was he being too selfish, being pulled by that new weird, feeling he longed for again? "That is, I-if you're not busy or allergic to animals or asthmatic or… um, yeah, anything."
✌ CLOTHES ≛ MOOD» EMBARRASSED/SHOCKED/SCARED ≛ TUNES≛ LOCATION » AUDITORIUM≛OOC ✌ His lower lip trembled as he gazed into Maria's glistening, blue eyes. He couldn't read what she was thinking. What was going on in her head right now? Did she think he was a coward? A weakling? Was she wondering about the part of him he kept hidden from the world? The part of him he wanted to forget and leave behind and never go back to? He wanted to know - but no sound had escaped her. She stayed still and strong while in front of her, he was on one knee being the weak kid he was. His eyes were still filled with tears and his cheeks damp from them. His thick lashes had stuck together because of them. His breathing was still shaky. Whatever was in her head, he prayed that it wasn't anything as bad as what was going on in his. The thoughts of concern towards Maria was still front line in his mind but behind all that was the chaos. Images and sounds and cries from the past still danced around in his mind. Part of him just wished Maria was some sort of enchantress who could read his mind so he didn't have to go through the trouble of saying it. He really just wanted to tell her. Right now, at that moment, despite never telling a soul since entering Fortissimo when he was 16 - he wanted to reveal it. Not just to anyone - but to her. "You can't tell anyone." The violent voice rang in his head. Followed by a small click that rung in his ear. The familiarity of it frightened him. He gulped down, remembering it so clearly - as if it just happened moments ago. "You can't tell anyone… or I'll put this bullet right through your skull." It was like he was really there. He would pin his thin, weak body to the ground. A right hand on his shoulder while the rest of his body clung onto him, crushing him with a heavy weight. The muzzle of a gun would dig into the side of his head as his father slowly squeezed the trigger. He would hear every bit of it until he was screaming at the top of his lungs. "I won't tell! I won't tell! I promise!!" "I'm sorry, what do you want? I can't hear you." The gun would press onto his head harder. What did he want? None of this. Yet, he knew what his father wanted to hear. His father wanted him to beg for sex. It probably made him feel superior, to have overcome him - but he knew he could never do that. The tears would sting in his eyes and he would be so out of breath but he would muster up all his energy just to scream it out louder for him, "I WON'T TELL! I PROMISE!!" "STUPID BOY!!" He'd hear his dad stand up and grab the gun by the magazine and he'd shut his eyes real tight expecting the gun that quickly slammed at the side of his head. He wouldn't scream but tears from the pain fell from his eyes. "I ASKED YOU WHAT YOU WANTED!" his father would yell in a gruff voice before snarling, "Looks like you'll just have to be punished." Then there would be the sound of him unbuckling his belt and dropping his large, denim jeans. Then there would be the sound of hands digging through a supple of metal and plastic objects, searching for perfect instruments. Then there would be little pre-teen Tucker screaming and crying. Then there would be… there would be… "You can't tell anyone." He inhaled sharply, alerted by the sudden touch from Maria. Her pale, trembling hands locked behind his neck. She was close. They were so close. Tucker froze. It was like all his thoughts fell silent and time stopped. He couldn't move. She inched closer as he watched her sad, blue eyes. He couldn't move. It was like his body had short circuited from all his emotions and he literally just stayed in place, not knowing what to do. She was going to kiss him. He knew that. What was he going to do? She stayed inches away from him for a moment. They were so close to each other. He could feel her breath by his mouth. No one had gotten so close to him before - not in a long time. He could have pulled away, he really could have but he was so lost and confused and just frozen. Maria leaned in closer. Her eyes coming to a close as she pressed her lips onto his. It was sweet. Tucker didn't move. Kisses… could be sweet? He didn't do anything for a moment. This… it felt so different. It wasn't forced. It wasn't rough. It wasn't… it wasn't like before. His right hand traveled from her shoulder and at the side of her head, in her platinum locks behind her ear. He pulled her in slightly, letting his own eyelids come to a close as well as he gently pushed back on her lips. He couldn't believe how it felt. It was so different.He couldn't quite grasp it. He was completely distracted by the feeling. He didn't know he could ever feel something like this - in context of what they were doing. He never knew that something sweet and romantic could come out of a kiss because all he ever knew was hurt, pain and suffering. He was completely in shock but it was a good shock, something he'd most probably treasure. It was similar to the feeling of when he'd watch a kitten or a puppy he saved be brought to a new family or the feeling he'd get when he'd see his mother smile. It was nice. It was so nice. ❝ Tucker... ❞ Her soft voice brought him back. His eyes opened up slowly, gazing at the girl he just shared a moment with. The girl he just kissed. Maria… kissed… He kissed her! Well, she kissed him. But he did too anyway! Wait! He kissed Maria!! He pulled away from her slightly, still keeping a bit close. His cheeks had gone all red, and his chestnut eyes stared wide at her, not believing what he had just done. He jerked his right hand away from her, immediately clasping it over his mouth as he clumsily fell backwards onto the carpeted floor. He just stared up at her, cheeks flushed and eyes wide. He couldn't find any words to tell her. The lump on his throat returned and his heart beat began to race again. His lungs wanted to burst, his body froze up again. His mouth gaped from under his hand. No sound came from him.
✿ OUTFIT | MUSIC | OOC |MOOD ↝ EXCITED✿ ✖ LOCATION ↝ HOME ✖ Leaving her tripod and camera to stand in the middle of her room, she had placed herself in front of the computer once again. The photos turned out quite great! All she had to do was panel them together and make some adjustments. Of course, part of her still wanted to rip her face off from the photographs but what she always told herself was 'Meh, who cares anyway.' She took whole body shots of her outfits, with some close ups to capture the details of her outfit - such as her shoes, the pattern on her sweater, and the texture of her hat. She paneled the photos together, as if she had two clones of her in the room. All doing three different poses, one with her facing sideways looking down at her side with a small smile on her face. The other, with her arms up in her short, fluffy hair to show off the pattern of the sweater, knees close together like a broken doll. Her expression in this one was silly, with her little tongue peeking out from her pierced lips. The last, she just had her hands in her short's pockets, as she stood still. This showed off her thin legs that didn't touch at all even though her feet were together. She wore a slight smile, her lips more pursed. Below the combined images, she added a small, side panel that included the close up of the pattern of her sweater. She moved onto her blog where she began to make a new post, uploading the said outfit. She uploaded the one she edited first, then added a couple more photos after it. One was a shot of her shoes and then one of her hat where a small bit of her hair could be seen. The next was a silly photo she took of herself, it closed up to her face, shoulders and chest. Then the last was a portrait shot of her outfit again, in a different pose from the ones above. Of course, at the bottom was some text Sweater is second hand | Hat from Caroline's Shirt, bottoms and tights from S&Z BasicsShoes from the depths of my closet Wahoo! I am so excited to take this out somewhere. I really hope Richie Her phone buzzed suddenly. Her fingers lifted from her keyboard quickly as she whipped her head to the direction of her phone. 'Speak of the devil.' She mused as she reached forward for her mobile phone and opened the message from him. From: Richie bboh my glob i am so sorry... again ; ^ ;of course i'd love to hang out bbycakes <333...but where do you want to hang? my house? your house...?oh oh maybe the cafe or we could have lunch at that new hibachi place!sorry again babes... :'c She quickly began to type a reply. To: Richie bbH-hibachi?! There's a new Hibachi place!! SPARKLES!We have to go! Let's go now! It's a half hour till eleven & you know how great we are at losing the track of time HaHa ha! Think you can pick me up? I don't know where it is\shame\ u A u plus you know I can't drive lol After hitting send, she had a bright smile on her face. Hibachi!! How adorable was that? Hooray! The day seemed to be going so well already. It made her so happy. She turned back to her laptop and finished typing out the post. is as excited as I am to go to that new Hibachi joint he told me about!I can't believe I haven't heard of it! Haha! I'm so excited! I'm going to bring my camera so we can take lots of photos. Expect an update latertonight! I hope all of you are having as grand of a day as I am. I'm so excited! ^ 0 ^
✌ CLOTHES ≛ MOOD» GUILTY/TERRIFIED/AWFUL ≛ TUNES≛ LOCATION » SCHOOL ≛OOC ✌ The false, forced smile disappeared from his face as he watched the blonde actress turn away from him. Part of him knew where this was going, but the other side of him - who so badly wanted it not to go that way - still hung on the string of hope that it wasn't going to go that way. He watched her walk back to her belongings and sit by the edge of the stage. Every step she took made it harder for him to breathe. He felt awful. "You don't have to lie to me Tucker." Her face were buried into her hands. Was she crying? Oh god, he hoped she wasn't crying. 'What are you talking about? Of course she's crying! Look at what you did to her!' rang into his head and that made his heart sink. Actually, it felt like someone had attached it to the heaviest anchor in the world and let it free fall out of his skin, piercing the stage and burying itself in the ground. He loathed when he would make people cry, it didn't happen often - hardly at all these days but before, when he was a child that's all he would do - instead of saving the other kids. Tucker's mother, being one of the higher rank flight stewardesses in the airport, was often away from home. One of the reasons his father got away with so many things. When they would video call to her, he was forced to smile the entire time by his father - usually with the muzzle of the gun digging into his lower back or even his bottom. His father always held the hand gun finger at the trigger. However, those rare moments his mother would be home during his childhood was pure bliss - for him. While his mother took him to some place cool and he'd forget about everything, he knew his father would be taking other kids in. If he checked the basement, he would see kids crying their eyes out after being so badly violated and they'd look at him for some sort of salvation but he was the son of the molester. He couldn't save them - he didn't save them, and they would just continue to cry their little eyes out. Of course, this was different, but Tucker still carried that guilt inside of him. There was a lump in his throat that wouldn't go down. All the organs in his body felt like they were failing. It felt like there was a rock stuck in between his trachea - or that his lungs were suddenly bags of rocks itself. His body had began shaking as the guilt continued to boil up inside of him. His fingers cramped and his legs felt like they had been frozen solid and into place. Yet, he couldn't even begin to think how Maria was feeling. Part of him actually didn't get why she was crying - but the other part of him didn't really care. He just wanted to see that smile of hers again. Right now! He felt so responsible for all of this.Tears didn't stop collecting and falling out of the corner of his eyes. He bit down at his lip, biting as hard as he could to try and mask the pain that swelled inside of him. "You don't have to lie to me Tucker." It rung in his head in the silence. His hands raised up to cover his own face, as he breathed shakily into it. He could feel his damp, cold skin as the tips of his fingers pressed hard at his eyes - which hurt a lot. He began to see weird colors as he closed them and continued to breathe heavily and shakily. He didn't want to lie to her either - but he had to. He dragged his fingers down his face, maintaining the pressure of his fingers. He exhaled another shaky, sobbing breath. His stinging, wet chestnut eyes opened to Maria, who was grabbing her coat and putting it on. He wanted to walk over to her and help her out but his feet seemed like they were nailed to the floor. He pressed his upper and lower teeth together tightly, grinding slightly at one another. His jaw was incredibly tense. Maria stood up, grabbed her things and put them all into her purse. She turned to him. Tucker felt like he just got punched in the chest with the obviously forced smile she put on and watering eyes. Her lips separated from the fine line that it was when she spoke, "I'm sorry Tucker. I think it would be best if I just left. I-I didn't--" her voice cracked, "I didn't mean t-to make you uncomfortable." When her voice had cracked, the boy felt like he did too - to a million, invisible pieces all over the floor for everyone to step on and crush. His own lips separated for a moment to speak but he couldn't find himself to, so he just bit back down on it. What was he going to say anyway? It's not you, it's me. Come on! That was like, the worst thing anyone could ever say (even though in context, that was pretty much what made most sense). The blonde beauty began to walk down the steps, stumbling. Then suddenly, with one step down he watched her fall. It was like in slow motion in his eyes. Seeing her hair bounce up while the rest of her fell. It kind of terrified him. His heart skipped a beat but suddenly it started beating again - no, racing. And before he knew it, he found himself running off of the stage, jumping off the edge of it and landing clumsily on the carpeted floor. He then scurried over to the stairs, until he stopped in front of her gasping out, "M-maria… !" 'Are you okay?' he couldn't find himself to say anything other than her name. Plus, asking if she was alright seemed to not be such a good idea because he knew she wasn't. His eyes danced at every part of her, with her body curled up on itself and her head hanging down low. He wanted to reach over, pull her into a hug and comfort her but his hands were just there, suspended in the space between them, shaking. He couldn't find himself to do it. He wanted to tell her it was alright but she wouldn't believe him. What… what could he possibly do now?! Tucker took a deep breath. He had to tell her something. Part of him knew what but the other part of him just knew he couldn't - no matter how much he wanted to. His teeth grinded together, he grew frustrated at himself - how he only let people down. It was worse that he knew he let a friend, someone so wonderful as Maria, down. He breathed out shakily again, desperate to do something to make the girl smile again. His hand began to reach forward, stopping at the top of her head, while his left hand gently sat on her right shoulder.He stroked her blonde hair for a while, breathing out shakily again. Tears still didn't stop falling. "M-maria…" he began again. His voice was shaking as well. He licked his upper lip and breathed loudly again. His insides still felt like they had gone through a meat grinder. He really wanted to just tell her already - maybe then she wouldn't be feeling so bad. Maybe she thought this was her fault or something (much like how he was thinking now). He knew he couldn't just keep repeating her name over and over. That wasn't going to do anything. He placed his right hand down at her other shoulder, holding her gently but still having a grip on her. "L-look, I'm sorry… this isn't your fault, I promise." he looked at her sad, sad expression. Finding it harder and harder to speak up. He stayed silent again for a moment, losing all the words he wanted to say in his mind. 'You just don't get it. He was horrible. I'm scared. t's not you. The police. The doctors. You don't understand. The other kids. I'm scared. It's me. My father is Benjamin Knowles. Abuse. Scars. No. Scared. Rape. Molester. Not you. Violated. Scared. Home. Past. Police. Scared. Doctors. Father. Scared. Scared.' His eyes shut tightly, more tears fell from them as his arms began to shake. "I-I want to tell you!" he says desperately. He began to shake his head, sounds of whimpers and sobbing had escaped him. He must have looked really pathetic and child-like. It would probably be so embarrassing - but it just hurt a whole lot more so he didn't even consider it. He looked up at her with the saddest yet most honest-to-god chestnut eyes. "I-I… I… I just… can't."
✌ CLOTHES ≛ MOOD» EMBARRASSED/PANICKED ≛ TUNES≛ LOCATION » AUDITORIUM ≛OOC ✌ He really tried to get it off his mind when he got up on his feet, but to no avail. Every little thing began to remind him of what he's been through. More like, attacking him though. This… paranoia didn't happen so often. It escalated to constant panic attacks after he had gotten back home from the horrid event in camp two years ago, but his mom came over and along with a week's worth of therapy, he was back to his old self. Yet, he would still have them, once maybe every three months - from different things, usually at school when people, girls mostly, would be very… weird with him. It also happened when he would watch films with his friends sometimes or catch something alarming from the news (hence he sold the television in his apartment). When little things did haunt him, he would find himself driving or biking as fast as he could back home and shielding himself away from the world, protected by the bedsheets he curled under. He just let all the thoughts come back and attack him, hoping one day they'd just stop. So far, it hasn't, so he'd fall asleep with tears in his eyes until the new day dawns and he forgets about the day before, masking it all with his signature smile. At that moment, as he was alone with Maria, it was that thought from earlier along with the ambiance of the place. It was a large room with little things. The lights were practically off. They were alone and put up on a stage. The walls were probably sound proof, being a theater. Whatever sound came from outside wouldn't come in, and whatever sound from inside would never be heard out. Of course, it wasn't near the same with the large basement of his old home - where him, along with other kids, would be abused and violated for others to take sick pleasure in. But nonetheless, Tucker exaggerated those similarities - with images zoning in and out of his mind like busy bees in a hive. Maria lightly tapped the script that separated them, "I'll start, if you read these ones." She was smiling up at her with blue eyes. The male blinked rapidly a couple times. He hadn't even noticed her get up from the floor - nor walk up close to him. He forced his lips a small smile as he nodded slightly. His fingers gripped at the script in his hand more tightly, his chestnut eyes falling down on them and searching for where she had pointed. Blue. Okay. Blue was his lines. Okay. He read the lines in his head as Maria took a step back from him. They looked simple enough. Well, maybe since he wasn't much of an acto- hah. That was clearly ironic. Acting was one of the things he was good at in life. Heck, he fooled therapists and his own mother since he was seven years old. But what he meant was different. Trovald would probably execute this with such theatrical overreactions, whereas he would ready it with some intonation and gesture. He read the line again… wait. He knew this scene. Oh… oh no. "But Albert you promised," His head snapped up from the script when she spoke. She was using the Michaela voice again. It was sweet yet haunting - more so to him since it just brought him back to earlier. He swallowed nervously as he looked at her, still having the internal battle inside his mind. She gazed at him. It seemed rather empty… "You said we would go out for my birthday. Whatever could be so important that we're staying in on my birthday? I got all dressed up and everything." It happened quickly. Maria twirled in place before with one stride, she was just so much closer to him. His right hand, holding the script, immediately dropped to his side, stiffening as she drew close. His body immediately tensed all together, freezing when her fingers grazed over his upper arm. He could feel the warmth of her hand from over his thick sweater. His chestnut eyes glanced at the delicate hand over his bicep, and away from that affectionate smile of hers. He couldn't look at her with that expression on her face - not now. It reminded him of too much, especially with her being so so close. Fingers grazed over the side of his face now. He felt his feet dig into the stage as his teeth bit into his lower lip - hard. Her fingers ran from his temple to his jawline, resting on his cheek. His eyes traveled the opposite way for a moment. No. He had to keep it together. He had to keep his feet on the stage and not run - but it all just became so much harder to fight against suddenly. His fingers gripped on her script so much that the paper began to crumple - oh, he hoped she didn't mind. Did it bother how he wasn't looking her way? His breathing was deep - had she noticed this too? Because he was pretty sure she could hear the loud, quick beating of his heart. "Tucker... Tucker you're line..." His eyes quickly looked at the girl before him, alerted by her sudden, husky purr - which kind of caused him to panic. He had flinched slightly, before he cleared his throat and looked down at the script in his hands. Blue… blue lines! Yes, that was it! He found them quickly, and recognized the next line. His lips separated but nothing seemed to come out at the moment. He took in a shaky breath until he finally began to stutter on words. "M-michaela…. y-you don't… um, don't…" he knew the line. He read it earlier! How come he couldn't get himself to say it? He bent his wrist upward, his eyes peering at the script from below. "…d-dont…. you…" his vision began to blur. 'You' wasn't even part of the line anymore. What? What was he even reading again? Oh right, blue lines. He could barely read them anymore. They all seemed like blobs on the paper… When he blinked as an attempt to fix his vision, a drop fell right next to his thumb onto the script. 'T-tears?!' The twenty three year old snaps his head towards Maria. Water had gathered in his eyes, his mouth gaped open at shock. He was actually crying - and atop that, Maria was so close to him and watching it all happen. He felt his cheeks burn up in embarrassment. His eye brows furrowed together sadly as he felt his lip tremble. He quickly jerked away from the lead actress, dropping the script and turning his back at her as he spun on his heel. "W-whoaa" he spat out with a forced laugh, "S-sorry…! I just.. um.." he raised his left hand to wipe under his eyes as he nervously stuffed the other into his pocket. He was choking at his words. How on earth was he going to cover this up? He could always just run. Run, run, run away and go home and hide under his bed covers again - but that didn't seem right. He was already crying. He didn't want to worry her or trouble her or anything! He couldn't just leave her without an explanation. It was unacceptable. He cleared his throat again desperately as he continued to choke on his words, gulping in between words, "Um, yeah… s-sorry! You… you were just so… so great! I, uh, I just got… so caught up in the… um, emotions and the, um… f-feels of the s-scene. Sorry!"
✌ CLOTHES ≛ MOOD» KIND OF TERRIFIED ≛ TUNES≛ LOCATION » SCHOOL ≛OOC ✌ ❝ The princess is in a deep sleep, the evil witch has cast a spell on her and it would seem that the only thing to wake her is a kiss from a prince. ❞ She had brought a finger over her red lips, shushing him up immediately. He adored how she changed her voice up and never really left character. He really did admire her talent, it made him smile more. As well well be completely oblivious to what her true intention was. In fact, he was ready to laugh it off, until the beauty suddenly opened her eyes and looked up at him. It was only for a second, but her blue eyes sparkled. Her expression was quite blank and innocent, while his stayed in his gentle smile. ❝ Might there be a prince here to wake her from her slumber? ❞ With a dramatic wave of her arms, she fell still again and shut her eyes. His chestnut ones growing wide at her words. What she said cut his breathing like a knife to the throat as he finally realized what she meant, putting the two lines together. His body tensed as he kept looked down at her. No, he was completely frozen. What. Just... What? What was he going to do? Kiss her? Would it be rude to laugh it off? Would it bother her? Would it bother him? Wait... why was he even putting this to thought? He would push himself on the stage towards her, then glide over her thin figure. He could stare at her closely from there, taking in how gorgeous the actress was in the small distance that separated them. He'd then lean in closer, feeling the subtle warm air coming from her breathing until he'd inhale slightly before planting his lips onto hers. He'd feel the warmth of her body against his as they kissed. He'd imagined it wouldn't be a simple peck, they were alone after all. In the dark. Alone. He'd imagine it would be sweet and beautiful and romantic. He'd hold her gently, embraced in some sort of perfect fantasy. He'd let her run her fingers through her thick hair as he'd lower his hands to her waist. He'd free her from any discomfort by letting her roll on top of him, with his back now flat against the stage as she continued to kiss him. But then again, it could go some other way because this is when he'd imagine it all go wrong. The fingers twined in his hair would release and grab his wrists, guiding them away from his hold on her and over his head. She would pull away from him slightly, but never taking any of her weight off of his body. She would have them in a death grip. The sudden cling-klang rung in his ears, while cold metal grasped both of his wrists. When he'd try to pull away, there was a tug at a chain that would keep him in place. She would pin him on the ground, where no matter how hard he fought there would be no escape as she tugged on his clothing, ripping them off to reveal his tainted body. All his scars from the metal and plastic and all such other things they would use to pry him with. He tried to pull again at the cuffs that kept him in place, but no such luck. He tried to raise his legs and kick the body caging him away but she only used that to her advantage. Maria? No. She would never do this! But then again... how sure could he be? No. No! Maria was a sweet girl! This... this face was full of evil and ill intentions. This wasn't her. No it wasn't. It was a face of a monster. A monster that would never ever let him go. He would let out the most ear piercing screams, one of a child even. But would anyone hear them? Of course not! That was never the case. No one ever heard him scream or cry. No one, ever. There was a sudden shift of movement on the stage. He blinked once as he snapped his head towards her, watching her dust off the dirt on her back. He blinked rapidly to force those sick, grueling thoughts out of his head. She then slid in closer to him, lying the script onto her lap. He would have scooted away slightly if it weren't for how panicked he was. He pulled his legs up closer to him, hugging his knees. He inhaled deeply as his heart beat far too quickly for his comfort. He wanted to swallow down the lump in his throat and mask his troubled expression but he couldn't find himself to do that. ❝ Good morning to you as well. And thank you. Now if only I had an equally as dedicated partner then we might be able to perform this musical the right way. ❞ Hearing her normal, Maria voice once again helped a bit. He cleared his throat and choked out a small laugh - intending for her comment on her co-star as she expressed her annoyance. He couldn't find himself to say any words, since most of them were jumped in his head like alphabet soup. Luckily, he needed not to break the silence anyway because with the script gliding down to fall beween them, Maria looked up at him with those sparkling blue eyes - free of any trace of evil - and spoke in her sweet voice once again. ❝ Would you mind running lines with me?I could use someone worthy of the part to play my partner for awhile. ❞ He swallowed nervously following her last words, still wrapped in a blanket of panic and fear. His heart showed no slow in its momentum nor did his body seem to want to move either. However, he was able to finally speak up after clearing his voice one more time and almost literally choking at his words. "...W-w-worthy? P-pfffft, y-you're joking .... right?" his stutter hadn't been this awful in a while but he knew the answer to her question as he looked down at her almost, pleading expression. He bit at his bottom lip before licking his upper lip and scratching the back of his head. "U-um, I have to. um. Mics. And. Um. Shelter. And um. Er, um. I. Um. Not sure. Um. Mics. And. Um..." as he spoke his words without making sense at all, even with the hand gestures he used to try and make sense of it, he found himself completely lost as he looked at her with this kind of desperate face. His lips fell into a straight line, annoyed by his incapability to speak coherently. He raised up his left arm, looking down at his watch. Even with the job to fix the mics and go to the animal shelter, he could do it. Hell, it was still so early. Plus, he really didn't want to disappoint her. Also, distracting himself with a bit of acting did seem like a good idea - to drive those thoughts away. He gulped one last time, looking up at the ceiling far ahead for a second, before he took a deep breath and grabbed the script. He looked at her before he finally got the words right in his head. "S-sorry, um, what I meant was. Y-yeah, no problem. Um, lets.. uh, yeah! Let's do this!" He forced a grin and a dorky little thumbs up to accompany it, before he exhaled and got to his feet, with the script in his hands. He looked down at her once more, with that same little grin hoping she got the message that it was fine, he was prepared to rehearse with her.
ROSS ROSS ROSS \turns up the party music\ HAPPY HAPPY HAPPY BIRTHDAY !! I hope you're having the most wonderful time and spending a super great birthday because you deserve it! I miss speaking with you and I have lots of fun hearing you on the Podcast. You're amazing! So have a super spectacular birthday!
✌ CLOTHES ≛ MOOD» HAPPY ≛ TUNES≛ LOCATION » SCHOOL ≛OOC ✌ He drove calmly, with his left hand on the steering wheel and his right switching from grabbing his cup of Jo and taking a sip to grabbing his raising bread and taking a bite. In no time at all, at least compared to his bike rides, he had arrived at the university's parking lot. He parked between two empty slots, before shutting the engine off and pulling the keys out. Having finished his bread, he grabbed its empty paper bag and then gabbed his coffee with the same hand before shutting the car door with his hip. Climbing out, the cold bit at his cheeks causing him to shiver. He shook it off with a smile on his face, musing himself with the thought of his car being warmer. He locked his car securely, with the paper bags from the market packed in the back, and then began to walk out of the parking lot. On his way out, he threw his empty paper bag into the trash bin but also halted from his journey because he spotted a lump of fur move behind it. He stepped to his side, bending slightly as he met eyes with a tabby cat with no collar. A stray. It looked up at him silently for a moment and then let out a meow. He smiled as he got down on one knee, placing his cup of cappuccino down next to him. He stayed motionless as the cat did too - but then it got up on its fours and began to walk slowly towards him. He slowly raised his arm to it, careful not to startle the stray. Luckily, it didn't. This seemed like a pretty social feline. It walked all the way up to him, grazing its body by his leg. He stroked its warm fur as he smiled down at it, "What are you doing out little buddy? Lost?" It didn't respond but instead kept snuggling up to him. It was probably cold and looking for some warmth, hence it stayed so close to him. Tucker half wanted to pick it up and take it home at that moment but he knew he couldn't. He only brought strays back to his house to be later dropped off to the shelter if the animal needed to be - like if it were injured or unsafe or anything. This cat seemed perfectly fine. It wasn't too skinny nor did it have any wounds or patches. It was a healthy stray! The cat suddenly spotted his cappuccino and looked at it curiously, walking up to the cup. Tucker immediately grabbed it and raised it high out of its reach, "Whoa, whoa! This is not yours. Not for you! I don't even think you can have this." he laughed. The cat stood still and just looked up at the cup. He gave a small chuckle before getting to his feet. He bent down one last time, stroking the fur on its head, "Anyway, I have to go. Stay out of trouble and stay well now, healthy little stray. See you around!" he told it happily before leaving. He walked forward, sipping a bit more cappuccino until he was finally out of the parking lot. The tabby cat mewed loudly. ✌ ------------------------------------------------- ✌ Tucker kept his left hand buried in his pocket, it really was cold! He did finally reach the auditorium, he wished that it would be warmer inside. Hoping on that thought, he cracked the door open. He was ready to yell in a very enthusiastic "Hey overachiever!" to lighten up the mood but he bit on his tongue to stop himself as gorgeous, calm music welcomed him into the theatre. His chestnut eyes fell onto the blonde actress as she stood there, center stage. She was practicing one of her let scenes, Tucker could tell immediately just by her actions. It was warmer inside, which made him breathe in deeply and smile, finding it very pleasant. He began to walk towards the stage, closing his distance between him and Maria. She began to sink onto the floor. A smile etched on his lips as he watched her from the door. Once she lay completely on the ground, she looked so at peace and calm. He didn't bother to say anything at all for a moment as he stopped and stared at her, before he brought his hands up to begin a slow clap. He walked again, finally reaching the stage. He took a sip from his coffee before he placed it on the edge of the stage and pulled himself up on it. He walked up to the girl lying on the floor with a gentle smile, "Morning." he greeted politely as he squatted to a sit next to her, "Grand job by the way. You were great, no wonder you landed the role." he said, dropping his right leg as he rested his elbow on the other. He turned to her with a grin and giving her a small chuckle,"but hey, I guess it pays to be an overachiever huh?"
u r my idol * 0 * <3 no but really lookin' great as always Julia ilu Congratulations!!! *confetti everywhere* 8D
✿ OUTFIT | MUSIC | OOC |MOOD ↝ EXCITED ✿ ✖ LOCATION ↝ HOME ✖ The turquoise teen rose from her sleep which was very refreshing. She woke up early but she had slept early as well so she didn't wake up sluggishly for once. It felt like she had just woken up from a lovely power nap instead. She let out a small yawn before stretching her arms up and bating her eyelashes to clear her drowsy vision - which immediately fell onto her laptop lying on her table from across the room. She gracefully rose from her bed, letting her large t-shirt fall back down to above her knees. She took long strides to get to her chair, which she pulled and sat down on before opening her laptop. The bright light caused her to squint for a second. Her web browser was still opened to her latest blog update from last night with her cupcake video in another tab. She closed the tab with the video before refreshing her blog's home page. There were comment notifications on both her cupcake video update and her daily update. She decided to respond to them all to wake herself up a bit since she wasn't even particularly hungry. It took her about twenty minutes to respond to all the comments before she leaned back into her chair. People always seemed so sweet to her online. She felt so repetitive with just switching from saying omg thank you so much ^ o ^ to ahhhhh you're much too kind but thank you! n w n or LIES LIES you must be blind or mad or both but thank you so much \cries\ Was she going to bore them one day? A small pout appeared on her face but she shrugged it off a couple seconds after and got up from her chair, grabbing some clothes to change into. She got dressed quickly, after taking another ten minutes simply deciding on what to wear. Finally content with her choices, she slipped on solid black tights after putting on a clean pair of under garments and freshening up and applying make up in the bathroom. She let the soft, thick fabric hug around her very lean limbs then slipped on red shorts over it. She pulled a thin, gray cotton shirt over her head - it wasn't anything fancy, just a basic top but she decorated that by matching one of her favorite cream cardigans with it. She just loved the different red and blue patterns painted onto it. Then, she added a cute little black hat, since the winter season was getting even colder and accompanied it with her chunky, black, low-cut shoes. She twirled slightly at the mirror, giving some time to adore the outfit she had put together. 'Success!' she thought to herself happily and turned back to her desk, bending down to grab the tripod leaning next to it. Yup. This was definitely going to her blog. She set up the camera on the tripod, positioning it to face her blank, subtly floral, pastel wall. She always took photos by that wall because it was blank but her wallpaper gave some character and the light from her window opposite the wall provided great lighting. Before she began taking photos she brought out her cellphone. She knew the drill. To: RIchie bbWAKE UP RICHIE! We desperately need to hang out.Let's do it today, before rehearsals!! I just put togethera pretty cute outfit today and I am NOT putting it to waste HAHA Get into something super adorable and contact me ASAP!! ^ 0 ^ Once she hit sent, she placed the phone carefully onto her desk and walked over in front of the wall. She reached forward to press the button, letting the timer of her camera start. She got herself into a pose and snap! Snap! Snap!
