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Post by shades on Jan 4, 2014 19:45:59 GMT
{ what other points in their previous relationship should we do?  }
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Post by Maple ♥ on Jan 4, 2014 19:48:59 GMT
( maybe some dramatic parts. Maybe they go to a party and she's technically grounded because of sneaking out with Bastian lol and then when her dad goes out looking for her he gets in a car accident and he'll be alright but she fights with Bastian about it? Or maybe the other way around idk, just one idea as cliche as possible lol)
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Post by shades on Jan 4, 2014 19:54:30 GMT
{ Better than my ideas. XD Oki doki loki }
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Post by Maple ♥ on Jan 4, 2014 19:56:43 GMT
( alright so shall we start at the party or sneaking out? )
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Post by shades on Jan 4, 2014 20:05:53 GMT
{ Grounded Accident ; ; } |
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Post by Maple ♥ on Jan 4, 2014 20:09:42 GMT
( party is fine  ) |
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Post by shades on Jan 4, 2014 20:24:30 GMT
Bastian Skyes ; ; It was late at night, per usual, his green eyes flicking quietly around; the darkness lingering and the lights of the neighborhood illuminating the shadows brightly. Bastian glanced at his watch, waiting for his date to arrive—Lauren Moscow—once again looking at his watch. It was 9:30 PM, the party had started half an hour ago. He sighed, leaning on his car, almost expecting himself to be stood up if not being a few weeks in their relationship. He tugged on his black collared, button-down shirt; his black converse still looking white and new. Stuffing his hand in his pockets, shivering at the slight breeze. Or maybe it was thought of Lauren’s touch, they had been getting intimate more recently, Bastian’s nail biting habit almost completely gone. The nails neatly trimmed, as he stared at them with a slight squint vainly. Bastian was content to wait a bit longer. |
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Post by Maple ♥ on Jan 4, 2014 20:48:22 GMT
Lauren Moscow: Lauren was late well, because she had to sneak out of her bedroom window. This was the first time shed been grounded in her life; her parents were very lenient and busy people. Lauren's mom especially thought her freedom was important and most of the time over ruled her dad in times when she messed up. But she guessed her mistake was too much for her parents to handle. Apparently telling them to "Fuck off and let me hang out with my boyfriend," wasn't the right way to handle things and now she was grounded from going out for one Friday night. But that didn't stop her. They couldn't tell her what to do.
Her mom was the only one home from work and her dad would be home soon, but if she snuck out at the right moment she would make it. This was that moment.
Ducking out of her window was a lot harder than she thought it would be but she only slipped a little before hopping to the ground below. She paused, waiting for any sounds that might stir and then dashed off down the street in a light jog. Her friends car was parked there with the headlights out and she jumped in before they drove away.
They arrived at the party about ten minutes later. Lauren jumped out of the car, spotting Bastian and shouldered her purse higher up as she waltzed towards him. "Sorry, had to sneak out," she mumbled pointedly and grinned wildly. |
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Post by shades on Jan 4, 2014 23:19:39 GMT
Bastian Skyes ; ; Bastian smiled lightly, a trail of nervousness quickly washing away as he offered his hand to the woman. “It’s fine.” He told her quietly, green eyes soaking in her features lightly. The steady flow of music erupting from the house, alongside yelling, making him feel lightly claustrophobic but Bastian ignored the feeling. |
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Post by Maple ♥ on Jan 4, 2014 23:26:17 GMT
Lauren Moscow Lauren grabbed his hand gently and then gave it a small squeeze. Her gaze traveled up to him. "So, how was your day?" she grinned, moving her vision along the crowd of people around the house they were about to enter. The hype of the party always got her going and she was sure as hell ready to let go of the previous morning when her father had yelled at her from the top of his lungs and staircase leading down to their kitchen. Lauren wasn't afraid to yell and make a scene, so she had, but afterwards she'd crumbled like a sack. It was hard being a disappointment to your parents, but she couldn't change who she was. That's why she was os thankful for the party so that she could let loose with her boyfriend and forget about the happenings of her life for a few hours.
Her phone suddenly beeped in her pocket and she didn't bother looking at it. The tips of her fingers grazed her back pocket, turning the phone off completely. No worried tonight, she thought.
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Post by shades on Jan 5, 2014 2:19:49 GMT
Bastian Skyes ; ; There was a quiet, appreciative, hum drowned by the sound of the music. “Gran came into town today, mom called from Paris, and dad said he’ll be home tomorrow. All-in-all, I was loosing miserably to cards until she went to bed at 7:30 PM.” He was glad his Nona was an early sleeper; she probably didn’t notice his absence. Though, Bastian was a sucker for the elderly lady and left a note explaining he was hanging with friends and his girlfriend if she did find Bastian mysteriously gone.
His pale green eyes flashed to look over at Lauren quietly, “and you? Is everything alright with you?” He asked, a bit louder due to the music and the crowds filtering around them. There was a visible wince as someone bumped into him, Bastian and Lauren had been a subject to rumors since they entered a ‘long-term relationship’; even more so when men joked about sex and Bastian would very seriously state it wasn’t all about hot sex.
People were slightly nerving, especially large parties. Then again, his worst fear was always running into Robert-fucking-Paisley who he practically had to spy on and make sure he didn’t go near Lauren. |
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Post by Maple ♥ on Jan 5, 2014 3:39:35 GMT
Lauren Moscow "I can't wait to meet her," Lauren smiled at him though they were separated by the crowd. She grabbed his hand once they could walk together again. Her mouth turned down in a frown as she studied everyone else. "God you'd think they'd never seen a real relationship before. Is it too hard to believe we're not always sluts?" |
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Post by shades on Jan 5, 2014 3:44:39 GMT
Bastian Skyes ; ; “Just as hard as it is to believe Madonna is a virgin,” Bastian frowned, looking around for a familiar face. One of Lauren’s friends (though he couldn’t call them friends to himself, more like girls who just followed them around at school), his friends, or maybe a drink or two. “Thirsty?” He asked kindly, trying to get his mind away from rumors and disbelief, spotting where the alcohol, water, and soda was. |
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Post by Maple ♥ on Jan 5, 2014 3:48:33 GMT
Lauren Moscow Lauren nodded enthusiastically, her eyes finally landing on Bastian. "Yes please," she begged, ready to party it up and leave her worries behind, like shed planned before. The slim fingers on her hand ran through her layered hair as she tried to ignore the nasty glares she was getting. |
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Post by shades on Jan 5, 2014 3:56:53 GMT
Bastian Skyes ; ; Bastian let his fingers slip from hers, pushing through the crowd towards the drinks. Of course, he knew what Lauren preferred; pouring it quietly into a plastic cup; his green eyes darting to the person next to him as he poured his own drink. “Hey Bastian.” Someone said, giving him a nod.
He gave them a small smile, thankful for a friendly face; even if it disappeared into the crowd towards where people were dancing. Bastian didn’t dance…much in public. When he was sober, at least, it was adamant refusal or just simply not looking like a complete fool in a crowd. Once he hit the fan, well, he probably sang Disney songs for god’s sake.
With drinks in hand, Bastian returned to where Lauren was waiting, slipping through the crowd—thankful of a slim figure and amazing ass. |
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