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Post by vegas serena hamilton. on May 17, 2008 10:45:54 GMT -5
 
VEGAS SERENA HAMILTON ,
STOP AND STARE I THINK I'M MOVING BUT I GO NO WHERE .
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Vegas was well doing what she did best, getting ready for the day, she really didn’t like what she was wearing anymore or the way her hair was so she decided she would have a quick shower and then get ready to go meet up with Charlie. Getting up off of her bed she untangled her legs for the yoga position she was in and smirked as she looked around her bedroom, it was the biggest out of them all with a balcony and everything, it overlooked the gardens pool and hot tub and tennis courts in her backyard. Vegas sighed slightly, as she made her way into her bathroom and looked at her appearance in the mirror. She was blond and she was beautiful, people thought she was flawless but she had so many flaws that were just invisible to most people, but to her they were there. She sighed as she grabbed a towel and hung it on the back off the door before stripping her clothes off and climbing into the shower. She pulled back the curtains and turned the warm water on and just let herself be lost. Vegas was one to do most of her thinking in the shower or during class, I mean she already knew where she was going for collage so there was no point in paying attention, and during the shower there was nothing better to do than to let yourself be absorbed by you deep thoughts that were constantly in your head. This was a routine and she guessed she got it from her mother since that the time of day her mother, when she was home, got lost in her own thought, it wasn’t always the best thing but I guess it wasn’t a waste of time.
Vegas smiled as the hot water hit her. Her parents were once again away, I guess it was like that when they own hotels all around the world; it got annoying at times but now that Vegas really didn’t want anything to do with her parents it was actually quite peaceful. I mean she didn’t have her parents nagging her about where she was going, what she was doing, and who she was doing that stuff with and it was actually nice. Sure she loved her parents but having them around got on her nerves most of the time, they were either annoying her to death or being to overprotective and embarrassing her so she liked long distance relationships with them it was better. Vegas ran her fingers through her hair getting all the shampoo out, after shaving and doing whatever else she needed to, turning off the hot water getting out and grabbing her towel which was on the back of the door. She dried what she could of herself and made her way out of her bathroom over to her walk in closet which was operated mechanically of course. She sighed slightly dropping her towel and pulling on a grey strapless bra and matching underwear that hugged her hips perfectly. She picked a cute dress and pulled that on overtop with a small smile then grabbed matching heels. Making her way into her bathroom she turned on her blow dryer and started to blow dry her bleach blond hair as she nodded her head along to a song she had stuck in her head.
Vegas smiled at herself when she had her hair finally done. She had straightened it and parted her hair to the side like normal so her long side bangs fell into place. She sighed slightly as she did her make-up. Added her lip gloss she smiled looking over her overall appearance which in this case was just right. She made her way back into her room with a small smile. She shut off her laptop and grabbed her iPod, wallet, and cell off of her dresser counter and pushed it into her Gucci bag. Vegas grabbed her keys and made her way out of her room and down to her kitchen with a small smile, the made was working away and she really didn’t care. Saying a quick goodbye she headed for the door and out to where her car was marked in her driveway. Unlocking it she climbed in putting her bag into the passenger’s seat and driving out and towards hers and Charlie’s favorite place to eat. She loved her house and all the food in it but the fries at this place were great. Driving down her driveway took actually three minutes since her house was clearly the biggest in all san Diego. She smiled when the gates opened for her and closed when her car was out and headed towards town since she was on the outskirts of San Diego. Running her fingers through her hair she turned on her radio to Low and sang along. “Shorty’s got them apple bottom jeans and the boots with the furr’ she sang with a small smile as she drove.
Pulling into a open parking space Vegas parked her white Lamborghini ion her usual parking spot and let a small smile cross her face as she grabbed her purse and headed in getting the normal low whistle from the guys that passed her. She walked in with a smile waving at the hostess that always showed customers to their tables. Her name was Loretta and she was adorable “hey Lore” she said with a small smirk. She grabbed her cell phone out of her purse and looked to see if she had any voicemail or text which she didn’t So Katie and her parents hadn’t gotten back to her “can I get our usually booth at the back, Charlie’s meeting me “she said with a smile. She chatted with the hostess as she got to the table. She sat down with a small smile and shook her head when Loretta asked if she could get her anything while she waited. She ran her fingers through her hair and felt her phone vibrate getting a text from someone she didn’t want to talk to. She shut her phone off while she waited home he would get here soon.
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Post by `charlie newport on May 18, 2008 15:15:03 GMT -5
CHARLIE ANDREW NEWPORT ,
THERE'S MORE TO LIVING THAN BEING ALIVE .
- - - - - -[/size][/center] The ever-present half assed smirk was present on the young boy's face as he watched his best friend sign off. Chuckling to himself, he did the same and powered down his computer and pushed his desk chair back. He stretched his back and arms out and stood up. He hands twenty minutes to get ready and go out to meet Vegas. That was easily accomplished. Admittedly, he took about a quarter of the time his best friend took to get ready. The joys of being a boy. Plus, he was already showered. All he had to do was get out of his jogging clothes. That was simple enough. The seventeen year old did a quick sweep of his bedroom. Astonishingly, it was actually pretty decently cleaned. There were a sweater or two on the floor, and his book bag had been unceremoniously dumped on the floor and various textbooks and assignments were spilling out. But it was clean, and for once Charlie wasn't picking up his wardrobe off the floor. That was always a plus.
He crossed his modest sized bedroom to his closet, opened the doors and started picking through the items assembled there. Charlie had never been much of a pretty boy, but he had a pretty good sized wardrobe. This was mainly thanks to Vegas - many times he had been dragged along shopping with her and it almost always ended up with Vee finding something and shoving it on him. And Charlie would but it because there was really no point in arguing with her. When it came to those shopping trips, her words was law. And she got violent if you tried to rule against her. Half the stuff in Charlie's closet was rarely worn, but he still bought it because he didn't want Vegas to get upset. And it didn't matter, anyway - it wasn't like him and his dad were strapped for money. Sure, they didn't live in one of the sprawling mansions that students at his school all seemed to come from. That was mainly because they didn't want to. It was just the two of them, their little bungalow in the center of town suited them just fine - especially with the huge backyard and garage that gave them room to work on the cars they both loved. But they did have money - both his father and his mother had been trust fund babies, and when Charlie's mother died, he had inherited a lot of money from both her and her father. His college was paid for, he had even started a fund for buying his first house. He had been able to buy a '76 Camaro and fix it up and keep up with the expenses of keeping it running. And, of course, it helped that he worked in his father's garage part time. He had his own steady income and his life already started. Charlie just didn't like to flaunt it.
After rifling through his closet for a good five minutes, Charlie selected a green graphic t-shirt and a pair of jeans from the collection. He quickly shed his dirty jogging clothes, dropped them into his laundry hamper and changed into his new clothes. He closed the door to his closet and stepped away. He crossed his room again, gathering up the essentials he would need - his car keys and his wallet. He shoved both things into the pocket of his jeans and left his room. Charlie crossed the short hallway and into the bathroom. Inside he washed his face, brushed his teeth, applied some cologne and ran a hand through his hair to scruff it up. It was laughably easy to prepare for an afternoon out when you were a boy. He gave himself a once over in the mirror, decided he looked good and wandered out of the room. He travelled slowly down the hallway to the main living area of the house, peeking into the open concept doors for a sign of his father. "Dad?" He called, poking his head into the kitchen. No one was there and no one answered. He was either out back or at the garage. Shrugging, Charlie picked up the pad of paper they used for phone messages and scribbled down that he was going out with Vegas and would be back later. It was a simple courtesy he gave to his father so he wouldn't freak out and think the seventeen year old had died.
A few minutes later Charlie picked up his cell phone off the counter in the kitchen and glanced at the time. Fifteen minutes had passed with all his putzing around. Good enough, he could leave now and take the long way and get there a little late, so as not to seem too eager. He did really want those cheese fries, though. Slipping his cellphone into his pocket, Charlie slipped into a pair of beat up Vans and exited the house through the kitchen side door. He locked up the house and travelled down to the driveway where his beloved car sat. The '76 Camaro had been a sixteenth birthday present to himself, and he had spent the better part of the year leading up to his seventeenth birthday fixing it up. It had needed a new transmission, new tires, new exhaust... and a new paint job. The crappy yellow piece of crap had been turned into a beautiful cherry red - with black racing stripes - perfectly working car. The best part about it? Charlie had fixed it up by himself, with little help from his father. The car was his baby, the most important thing in the world to him. No one drove Charlie's car but him.
The boy slowly backed out of the driveway, the radio already blaring out at him. He took the long way, winding down the roads that lead to the diner with fierce confidence. His car was definitely an eye-grabber, as was the guy in the driver's seat. Minutes later Charlie pulled into the parking lot of the diner, next to Vegas' ostentatious white car. Every time he saw that thing it made him cringe. He pulled the key out of the ignition, stepped out of the car and entered the diner. After seeing Vegas' car in the parking lot, he knew there was no point in talking to a hostess so he just went right on to their regular booth. Sliding down into the seat across from Vegas, the boy grinned. "Hey," He said casually, folding his arms out on the table. At that moment, a waitress with very good timing approached them and asked what they'd like. Without missing a beat Charlie ordered a coke and a large plate of cheese fries. What else did you need from your favourite greasy diner?
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