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Post by LUKE ANTHONY MOREAU on Jan 3, 2012 13:41:22 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-image:url(http://i54.tinypic.com/2vafwqd.jpg), border: solid #ffffff 5px; width: 400px; height: 500px;] it was yet friday once again which meant luke had party plans. it seemed that every week someone was throwing a party and luke couldn't say no to the free alcohol and lovely ladies. he had even invited imogen to come to the party and she told him she would try too. he knew that was as close to a yes that he was going to get. everything about her was different, much different from the girls he was use to having around him. those girls you could just flash them a smile and they would melt in your arms. imogen on the other hand seemed to have much better things to do than swoon over some guy. especially a guy like him. she knew to be cautious of guys who were constantly with a new girl. even though everyone knew of his reputation that didn't keep them from letting him in their bed. they just couldn't seem to help themselves but he was sure no matter how many compliments and smiles he gave her it would get him nowhere.but a man could still try and at least get on her good side. if he couldn't get anything physical from her he could at least see the both of them becoming good friends. though this would be one of those few times he was friends with an attractive girl and got absolutely no benefits.
looking at himself in the mirror he decided that he was dressed well enough. parties were time where you needed to make sure you impressed in order to ensure that you wouldn't go home alone. not that he normally ever had that issue. running a hand through his hair making sure it was all out of his face he decided that he was ready. checking his new watch he still had about half an hour before his friend came to pick him up. this meant that he had some pre-gaming time ahead of him. walking over to his father's liquor cabinet he hummed to himself as he picked out some very expensive looking whiskey. grabbing a glass he began to pour it and watched as the liquor filled it. even though luke would never admit it he was definitely developing a problem with alcohol. if people really knew how much he ended up drinking they would most surely call him an alcoholic. he couldn't even go to bed until he had at least a shot of something to help him out. as he downed the glass he went through his phone checking his messages. this party was supposed to have a big turn out and was apparently already pretty full. one more glass later and he got a call from his friend saying they were waiting for him outside. grabbing his keys he locked and left the house. jumping into the car he was glad to see everyone was just as pumped as he was for this party. the music was loud and the night was young. it didn't take long to arrive at the party and you could hear the beats from outside the door. walking inside he couldn't help but grin when he saw people covering the place.
he walked straight to the kitchen where all the free alcohol was waiting. people were even doing body shots, such a nice way to consume alcohol. he found a pretty blonde and they began to take shots together. then they were joined with one of her friends who wanted in on the fun. luke wasn't sure what number shot he was on but he moved onto beers. he could already feel the buzz getting to him but that didn't stop him from taking a shot every time someone asked him too. someone was pulling him out of the kitchen and he followed her to one of the rooms that weren't as full as the others. she plopped onto the couch and pulled him along with her. finishing his beer he set it on the table and before he knew it she was sitting on top of him and his lips were pressed against hers. he was almost positive that they had a class together but that was about as much as he knew about her. though she was a pretty good kisser and that was all that mattered at this moment.
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Post by IMOGEN ELIZABETH GREEN on Jan 3, 2012 15:53:05 GMT -5
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[/div] paris is burning, How the Hell had she gotten into this mess?
Why hadn't she said no? She could have, she should have but maybe it was because of what he'd done for her. After the slushie incident, she found out that he'd yelled at his footballer friend. She knew he didn't have to and so, when he'd asked her to go with him tonight, she'd have felt guilty if she didn't. Of course, now she felt awful. Imogen surveyed herself in the mirror, biting down on a scarlet lip as she looked at her reflection. She was wearing red lipstick tonight, a contrast to her sparkly midnight blue dress that just skimmed her thigh, showing off her long, pale legs.
Her big blue eyes were outlined tastefully in khol, her bright blonde hair left loose and curling softly around her bare shoulders. She heaved a sigh. She'd been stalling long enough now.
Her parents looked shocked when Imogen told them where she was going but she insisted that she was going to show her face, say hello and come home soon. She hadn't been invited after all, why would she? She'd been purposefully left out of the loops. Grabbing her car keys, she gunned the engine to her batted old Mercedes G-Wagon as she pulled out of her driveway and down the familiar road that wound around the coast. She loved her jeep, she'd called him Ken.
It didn't take her long to find the address. Slowing, she sighed as her heart sank. She could hear the music blasting from here, the laughs, girls' squeals, boys' yells. Imogen nipped into a space down the road, just behind a shiny BMW before shrugging off her jacket. Was she overdressed? Underdressed? She didn't party, she never had done. With a sigh, she shrugged off her jacket, stepped out of her old car, locked it and threw the keys into her bag.
Stepping up to the open front door, two football players eyed her as she entered. Keeping her head down, Imogen squeezed her way past the numerous gyrating bodies that littered the hall. Finding the kitchen, she grabbed a plastic cup and filled it with Coke before taking a sip. She didn't know anyone here. Well, that was a lie. She knew everyone and she still felt alone.
Keeping her cup close to her chest, Imogen squished her way past the crowd, keeping her eyes focused on her feet and praying no one saw her. No such luck. One of the cheerleaders had spotted her and was whispering to another. Great, she thought. More ridicule.
"Sorry, I'm sorry, excuse me," the blonde mumbled as she held her arms above her head to squeeze through. This music was awful. Loud and soulless. Shaking her head, she made her way upstairs, looking for Luke, the bastard that made her come here tonight. Where was he anyway? He told her he'd meet her there.
"Have you seen Luke?" Imogen asked a tall blonde boy who simply laughed in her face, turned and proceeded to make out with his girlfriend. "Charming," she stated, eyes wide and affronted. Twenty minutes passed, consisting of her meandering around the house, opening doors before sticking her head around one to see a couple kissing.
Imogen frowned, about to leave when she saw a shock of blonde hair beneath the girl. Luke? Oh, Luke. Of course. Rolling her eyes, she leant against the door frame, long legs crossed as the skirt of her dress rose a little more. "Ahem." [/center][/td][/tr][/td][/tr][/table] THIS TEMPLATE WAS MADE BY WILMETTA OF CAUTION. [/center] |
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Post by LUKE ANTHONY MOREAU on Jan 4, 2012 4:06:28 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-image:url(http://i54.tinypic.com/2vafwqd.jpg), border: solid #ffffff 5px; width: 400px; height: 500px;] thing's between them were getting pretty hot and heavy rather fast. he was starting to get curious to what her name was but he wasn't sure if she would be offended that he didn't know. most girls tended to get angry so he thought maybe he would save that for after they were done whatever it was that was going at the moment. luke was almost positive that if he suggested finding an empty bedroom upstairs she would be up for it. his hands were everywhere and anywhere as he pulled her even closer to his body. he paused for a moment when he heard someone make a noise nearby.
looking from behind his blonde companion he noticed imogen leaning against the frame of the door. he was so drunk he had completely forgotten that he had invited her over. hey imogen! he said with a silly drunken grin on his face. he paused for a moment when he realized the girl was still kissing him and didn't even notice that he was occupied with someone else. grabbing her face gently he stopped her and looked into her eyes. i'll come find you later he promised her pressing his lips against hers one more time. she didn't say anything but just nodded so he knew she understood him. even though he said he'd find her he knew that wasn't going to be the case. he didn't plan on going home alone tonight but it just depended on who was the girl he happened to be with before he was ready to leave. if that happened to be the girl he was just making out with then so be it. luke really didn't have any preferences as long as the girl was attractive and ready to have some fun with him.
slowly pushing her off he stood up and went over to imogen and grabbed her hand. he began to lead her through the party moving people out of his way. luke didn't even bother to stop and talk to some of his friends he just wanted to get to the kitchen where he could get himself another beer. once they were in the kitchen he grabbed himself a beer and opened it. taking a big gulp of the drink he turned his attention back to imogen who was wearing a very cute dress. he didn't know why someone so attractive spent all their time studying and at home. he was sure that if she really wanted to it wouldn't take very long for her to make her way up the social ladder. putting his arms around her neck he gave her a smile. you look amazing he told her speaking slowly so he made sure not to slur or mess up what he was trying to say. even though it was painfully obvious he was drunk he was hoping that he could play it off as just being a little tipsy. he couldn't tell you how much he had to drink but if he could still think about it than it wasn't enough. taking another swing of his beer he looked over her once more. for showing up, thanks he added much slower.
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Post by IMOGEN ELIZABETH GREEN on Jan 4, 2012 11:53:40 GMT -5
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[/div] paris is burning, As she watched, she felt the salad she'd had for lunch try and resurface. Such actions had never really interested her. Not all of the hot and heavy physical stuff anyway. She was sure she'd told Luke the last them they'd hung out that she was more interested in the cuddles, the close proximity, the long and intellectual conversations -- intellectual conversations? With a boy? In Harbor Academy? Oh, okay, that was hysterically funny. As Luke finally decided to stop eating the girl's face, Imogen offered him a smile and raised a pale hand in greeting. "Good evening, Mr. Moreau," the blonde purred, sounding a little clinical and regretting turning up more and more with each passing second.
"Oh don't stop on my account," Imogen replied swiftly, eyes wide as she held up her hands. "There's really no need to dismount that…lovely young lady," she stated, choosing her words carefully and making it obvious that she thought of the girl as anything but a lovely young lady. Would either of them understand her? Big blue eyes watched Luke get unsteadily to his feet. He was totally smashed. Looking at her watch, she saw it was a little after nine in the evening.
"Hi," Imogen replied with a small smile to the girl who looked back and forth between the two teenagers, probably wondering what Luke was doing with her. "I can just wait downstairs if you wanted to finish -- oh okay," she replied with wide eyes as Luke took her hand and she had no choice really but to follow. As he pulled, she tripped on her too high heels and jogged after him, getting buffeted from side to side with the students who lined the halls of the house. Her slender body bounced from side to side, catching people's elbows and hips. This was horrendous. Who on Earth decided that this constituted "fun"? She certainly didn't.
Once in the kitchen, she had room to breathe. Taking a quick breath, she was sure she stuck out like a sore thumb. She also couldn't decide whether the looks cast her way were disapproving of her dress, of her or confused as to why she was even here. She had, effectively, gatecrashed. Watching Luke get another beer, she simply folded her lips together and arch a slim eyebrow in question. "You, kind sir, are drunk," Imogen quipped, blinking at him and brushing aside his compliment as she peered into his face. He looked a little paler than usual, kind of zoned out, not Luke the womaniser. Maybe this was how he lured in his prey? There were at least thirty girls here who wanted to sleep with him and she felt like she was potentially stopping this from happening and so, she made a move to step backwards, only to have him throw her arms around her.
In the scuffle, Imogen dropped her plastic cup to the floor and watched her soda spill out and across the kitchen floor. "Easy tiger," she purred, her scarlet lips thanks to a coat of lipstick, curling up into an amused smile. Her pale hands slid down Luke's chest slowly to his hips where she tried to hold him upright. "You're welcome," the blonde stated gently, looking around for perhaps one of his friends to take him off her hands. A loud cheer made her twitch. Looking around, one of the "popular" girls had climbed onto a table and proceeded to give the boys what could only be described as an exotic dance. Imogen stared at the gathering, lips parted in shock and her eyebrows knitted in disappointed. Girls. Tch.
"I said I would, didn't I?" She asked with another smile. "I did get here fairly early but I spent half an hour looking for you. I didn't realise you were upstairs, feeling up Malibu Barbie," she stated in a rather icy tone. "Here. We need to get you some water. You're trashed, buddy." [/center][/td][/tr][/td][/tr][/table] THIS TEMPLATE WAS MADE BY WILMETTA OF CAUTION. [/center] |
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Post by LUKE ANTHONY MOREAU on Jan 4, 2012 13:25:11 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-image:url(http://i54.tinypic.com/2vafwqd.jpg), border: solid #ffffff 5px; width: 400px; height: 500px;] he thought all her comments were amusing even though he knew they weren't meant to be. the girl didn't even realize that she had been insulted by imogen but then again she didn't exactly seem like the smartest cookie. it was a good thing she was pretty it would help her get along in life. he didn't even get her a chance to talk before he started taking her away. there was no time for talking now when there was tons of alcohol left to be had. she commented on his current state and he just decided to attack her with a different question that was much more interesting. why aren't you drunk? he asked her in response. everyone should be wasted because life was just so much mote interesting when you were drunk. all your problems just seemed to not matter as much.
she spilled her drink but luke just shrugged it off. you should get a real drink he told her with a small laugh. a real drink meaning one that contained alcohol so she could loosen up and have fun with him for once. he paused for a moment and looked over to see why everyone was cheering. it wasn't as though that girl wasn't constantly dancing on tables he didn't see what the big deal was. ignoring them he looked back over to imogen and couldn't help but grin at her reaction. she probably wasn't use to these type of party scenes and he knew everyone was wondering why she all of a sudden decided to come to one. but now that she was with him nobody could really do or say anything about it. luke was constantly inviting girls to parties so there was no surprise there. though she was completely different than any girl he had brought over.
it was hard to decipher whether there was jealousy or just disgust in her phone when she spoke about the girl had had just been with. though he knew it was probably the alcohol making him think that for some reason she would want something more out of him. it would be nice if she was more inclined to a physical relationship but she just wasn't that type of girl. though that didn't stop him from constantly flirting with her. he enjoyed all the little reactions he got from her when he did silly things. the only reason she probably came to the party was because she knew he was going to keep hassling her about it until he got the answer he wanted. he was surprised that she had actually stuck around that long to find where he had run off too. he would have expected her to see the group of people that were here and after a few minutes of looking for him just decide to leave. it would have been a perfect excuse to avoid the party. he would have suggested she call him but he knew that the music would have been to loud for him to hear his ringtone.
i'm not trashed, i'm still standing he argued for a moment. though the reason he wasn't falling over would have to be that he still had his arms on her to support him. if she wasn't there he knew he'd be stuck on the couch for the rest of the night until he found some girl willing to drag him to her place. no, we need to get you some alcohol he said correcting her with a nod of his head. letting go of her he stumbled back over to where all the beers were and grabbed another one. opening it he offered it to her watching her reaction as he hoped she'd take it from him. one beer won't hurt he said reassuring her. but that was always how it started you just wanted to have one. by the time you were done you didn't have a buzz so you had just one more so you could feel it. before you knew it you'd be surrounded by bottles all around you. luke had a fake id so when he was tired of raiding his father's liquor cabinet he went to the store and got himself beer. had had to drink lots of them before he could get to the point he wanted.
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Post by IMOGEN ELIZABETH GREEN on Jan 4, 2012 14:32:46 GMT -5
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[/div] paris is burning, "My reasons for not drinking are twofold," Imogen replied cheerfully, looking around the kitchen absently as she batted her long, dark lashes at him. "One," she stated, holding up a long index finger in an attempt to get him to focus on that part of her anatomy, accidentally holding it close to her chest. "I'm driving and I don't want to crash Ken, he's my pride and joy and two, I like to be aware of my actions. In case you didn't notice Luke, I wasn't exactly invited this evening and I want to behave myself. I don't really want to give my peers any added information to use against me at a later date." It was true; how she was treated at school was crippling to her self-esteem and how she lived her life. She could easily, easily walk home but she refused.
As he left her, she leant her back against the large fridge in the kitchen. It was too loud in here and she was developing a tension headache and she was growing tired of having to yell. Luke was correct in thinking that she turned up because she thought he'd keep asking. She was also overcome with a strange desire to show him that she wasn't just a stuck up intellectual with no social skills.
So far, she didn't think she was succeeding so much.
With a sigh, she watched him get her the drink she didn't want. She didn't like this Luke. Fair enough, she barely knew him but she was starting to like him the last time they spoke, just the two of them on the pier. Frowning, she looked down at her feet as she played with the hem of her dress and tried to look busy, hopefully so no one would pity her or laugh. Maybe she should just come home. Coming here was a massive mistake. Chewing on her lower lip, she regretted making such an effort. As she stood waiting, two boys rushed into the kitchen, howling with laughter, one tripped and spilt his beer on the floor and landed flat on his face near her feet.
Watching with wide eyes, she decided not to stick around. While the boy was on the floor and out cold, Imogen neatly placed on foot on his back and used his prone body as a stepping stone, causing the few people in the kitchen to watch her. Still standing? "Best not to find out how long," she stated calmly as she reached out to take the beer, having no desire to drink it whatsoever. Imogen Green was excellent at ignoring peer pressure. That was why she didn't drink, didn't smoke, didn't take drugs, didn't sleep around. Perhaps she wasn't cut out for Orange Country and the beach and the designer clothes. She still hadn't bought that bikini that Luke had been so persistent she buy.
Stepping over to him, Imogen neatly hopped up and sat on the edge of one of the kitchen counters, long legs swinging absently as she took a sip of the beer and tried her best to hide the disgust on her face. It tasted foul! She was very much a wine or spritzer girl. Watching Luke stumble around the kitchen was funny as she was happy to watch him as she reached across and helped herself to a handful of party snacks as she stayed in her seat, chewing on some mini pretzels like a cheerful chipmunk. "Here," without getting off the counter, she grabbed his collar and pulled him to her. Once he was close enough, she took his beer, tipped it into a plastic cup and reached behind her where someone had left a half empty bottle of what she presumed to be vodka. Taking the cap off with her teeth, she tipped a healthy measure into his cup and handed it back to him with a smile.
"How about you drink all my drinks for me, yeah?" Imogen asked with an eyebrow raised, patting his shoulder softly before taking another sip of her own. "You can go back to that girl," she eventually stated. "Don't be a social leper on my account." [/center][/td][/tr][/td][/tr][/table] THIS TEMPLATE WAS MADE BY WILMETTA OF CAUTION. [/center] |
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Post by LUKE ANTHONY MOREAU on Jan 4, 2012 15:24:18 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-image:url(http://i54.tinypic.com/2vafwqd.jpg), border: solid #ffffff 5px; width: 400px; height: 500px;] he knew he was supposed to be paying attention to her fingers but she put them right in front of her chest. it was like she was unintentionally teasing him and he couldn't help but want her to continue. she said something about driving but he wasn't really paying close attention. he could always just call her a cab then she wouldn't have to worry about crashing into anyone. what a simple solution to her problem but he knew she wouldn't be up for the idea. then there was something about her being invited and he couldn't help but roll his eyes. i invited you he told her obviously. he was pretty sure half of the people there didn't even know the host of the party. luke only knew him because they occasionally hung out with the same group of people. he didn't know much about him but that was enough for him to come to the party and plan on drinking as much alcohol as he could get his hands on.
though if he wasn't so drunk he would probably understand why she was being so cautious. some of the more popular people could be real jerks to those who didn't have the same fun priorities as they did. they weren't a fan of people who were different and tended to tease them on those differences. just thinking about the slushie incident got luke all riled up. but already took care of that with the culprit who promised never to do it again. when luke wasn't so drunk he could actually be rather intimidating when he was angry. it was very rare to see that side of him though because he rarely took anything seriously.
when he turned around again there was some boy passed out on the ground. luke's eyes widened a bit as he watched him. where had he come from? he couldn't have been there before because luke was standing in that exact spot before he had went to go get another beer. then imogen actually stepped onto him which caused luke to giggle. everyone else just stared at her shocked but he thought it was hilarious. she took the beer from him anyways and sat on the kitchen counter. she began pulling him with his collar and he couldn't help but grin. if she wanted to pull him closer to her there would be no arguments from his end.
he was about to protest when she took his beer but then she put it in a cup and mixed some vodka with it. it was interesting watching the process and then she gave him the cup which he gladly took. taking a sip from it the liquid burned his throat but he liked the feeling so he continued to drink from it. he gave her a strange look when she brought up that other girl. did she really think he cared that much about some random girl he was making out with? if he really wanted someone to make out with he would go find someone it wasn't that big of a deal. but this was a big occasion she actually came to a party he needed to at least try to get her to have some fun. coming closer to her he put both arms on either side of her as he used the counter to support himself. i like hanging out with you he told her with yet another silly drunken grin. but it was true he really did enjoy her company. he probably wasn't going to remember most of their conversation tomorrow but he would definitely remember that she had come.
you should come to the party tomorrow too he told her hoping she'd be up to going to another one. it was pretty much going to be a repeat of this party but at another house that was apparently much bigger. luke was planning on getting trashed to the point where he didn't even remember getting to the party.
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Post by IMOGEN ELIZABETH GREEN on Jan 4, 2012 16:16:11 GMT -5
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[/div] paris is burning, "Thanks for that," Imogen replied with possibly the first genuine smile of the evening. It was soft and warm, her bright blue eyes twinkled in the kitchen lights as she tilted her head a little, allowing blonde curls to cascade over her bare shoulders. The reason for it being such a big deal to her was simply the way she was raised. She only ever attended a party when she was given an invitation from the host, either in person or on paper. "And thank you. For the Ferris wheel thing," she whispered, confident that he hadn't heard her. A faint blush suffused her cheeks as she thanked him, feeling considerably awkward. He didn't have to. The footballer in question approached her the following Monday when she was at her locker. Fear filled her at first, thinking that he was going to throw her (again) into the locker but instead, he simply apologised.
The fact of the matter was that she didn't want to be here, it was probably obvious. She'd only come because he'd asked her, they must be even now.
Did she feel sorry for standing on the boy? No, no she did not. It was his own fault for drinking too much and falling over his own feet that were too big. Courteously, she gave him the once over and happy that he was still breathing, she gave it no further thought. She could only imagine that whatever drink she'd made for him wasn't pleasant to drink but he did seem Hell bent on getting drunk and she would be there to take him home. Imogen knew where he lived. On the coast in one of the biggest houses around, she passed it on her way to school but she never dropped in; why would she? Falling silent, she eyed Luke closely, secretly hoping he wouldn't hurl in her jeep.
Her beer had been left and discarded as her hands reached out to gently smooth down his collar, confused at that grin on his face and wondering if she was the one to cause it. "Do you?" Imogen asked, amused as she leant back a little to straighten her back. It was funny, being totally sober when your companion was totally wasted. "Why?" She pressed him, eyes wide as she watched him. She wasn't a bad person, not really but she figured this may be the only time she'd ever really extract the truth from him. "I like hanging out with you too," she replied softly. In actual fact, she wasn't quite sure. So far it had been pleasurable and without incident, bar the whole slushie fiasco.
Another party? "Oh," Imogen replied, her flippant tone changing as her body stiffened. Biting on her lower lip, she tangled her hand in her curls as she let out a sigh. With Luke being so close and his arms practically pinning her in place (was it the beer? She was liking that a little too much tonight), she went to move backwards slightly but it didn't work. "I don't think so," she eventually replied with a shake of her head. "Thank you though," she added hastily. "I think one party is quite enough for now," Imogen remarked with a gentle shrug of her shoulders. Goosebumps erupted on her bare skin as the heat from Luke's body was warming her but the kitchen was oddly cold. Being squashed up against a kitchen counter by the most popular guy in school really wasn't how she'd expected to spend her Friday night.
"Are you sure you don't want some water?" Imogen asked, peering down and into Luke's face. "You look a little…peaky." [/center][/td][/tr][/td][/tr][/table] THIS TEMPLATE WAS MADE BY WILMETTA OF CAUTION. [/center] |
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Post by LUKE ANTHONY MOREAU on Jan 5, 2012 5:27:44 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-image:url(http://i54.tinypic.com/2vafwqd.jpg), border: solid #ffffff 5px; width: 400px; height: 500px;] oh a smile! he had gotten a smile out of her that was nice. anytime he responded with a grin. she wanted to know why he liked hanging out with her? normally this was one of those moments where luke would just give her something silly and ridiculous back. but he was in a nice confession type mood so he didn't see the big deal of attempting to tell her the truth. because you're different he told her with a drunk nod. he wasn't sure how else he was supposed to explain why he liked being around her so much. while he thought about it he reached over to her hair and played with it for a moment. it was just so blonde and pretty and he liked how it felt. pulling back his hand he took another sip of his drink.
you speak your mind he added closing his eyes for a moment. he also wanted to add that she actually had something going through her mind unlike some of the girls he talked to. it was hard to have a conversation that didn't revolve around gossip or their looks. most of the time the only reason luke could stand the conversation was because he knew he would get lucky by the end of it. other than that it was almost impossible to have a somewhat intelligent conversation with the type of people he surrounded himself with. he honestly couldn't care less who was sleeping with who and didn't see how it was anyone's business. and, i just do he ended with a shrug. he wasn't very good at expressing how he felt about things and this was as much as she was going to get without some flirting intwined into it.
he opened his tired eyes as she confessed to liking spending time with him. why? he asked repeating her question. is it because you want to sleep with me? he whispered very close to her ear and then started laughing because he knew how far that was from the truth. though he knew she had to find him attractive at least because she had been staring when they were at the beach. but that was as far as it went with her. while he was waiting for a response he continued to drink the disgusting drink she had made for him. it wouldn't be long before he would barely be able to walk. his stumbling would look extremely graceful compared to what was coming next.
maybe if he wasn't so drunk he would see how obvious it was that she didn't want to go to another party. she didn't even seem to want to be at the one they were at now. but as far as he was concerned she was here and she wasn't allowed to leave until she had some fun. she could start by maybe smiling more now and then. luke thought she was pretty cute when there wasn't a scowl on her face. then again the scowl was pretty hot too. for now he said with a small wink. he was planning on getting her to come to many more parties. he was going to have to figure out a way to convince her though, maybe if she had a good time here she'd be up for it. he just shook his head at the question if he wanted water. i was thinking more along the lines of... he said taking a long pause. . relaxed finally finding he appropriate word. that was how he felt, just relaxed.
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Post by IMOGEN ELIZABETH GREEN on Jan 5, 2012 8:57:45 GMT -5
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[/div] paris is burning, Different?
Imogen smiled again, choosing to take his statement as a compliment. In fact, she supposed it was. After all, she wasn't a sheep and she didn't want to be compared to the other girl's he hung out with. Still smiling, she coyly dropped her head to smile at her bare knees, feeling oddly flattered. The fact that Luke Moreau could have any effect whatsoever on her emotions was odd. She looked up quickly as she felt a gentle touch on her hair as confusion was clearly painted on her pretty facial features. She made no move to swat away his hands and instead, stayed perfectly still on the kitchen counter with her fingers neatly intertwined and resting on her knees.
Her big blue eyes watched him, staying silent as her stomach seemed to grow butterflies at his touch, wishing he'd drop his hand an inch or two and stroke her cheek. Uh-oh, she thought, This can't be good. It really couldn't. Relieved when Luke let her go, Imogen took a deep breath and fidgeted nervously with her long, sparkly necklace.
"I'm glad you approve," the blonde stated with a hint of amusement in her voice; sugar coating never really sat well with her. Luke was stroking her ego and she was eager to push him a little further but gently, she wanted to know what he thought about her. Funnily enough, she actually seemed to care what he thought. "You know," she began. "You're not so bad when you're yourself," she stated, insinuating that who he was, the jock, the womaniser, it wasn't who he was meant to be. They'd had stuff in common when they spoke about Paris and she could still see his face, there was something about how he looked that made her think that he missed it.
His next comment had her howling in laughter.
It was just so unexpected! It caught her totally off guard and tickled her pink. Her laugher was loud and sharp, echoing around the kitchen and it was heard over the music. Snorting, she clapped her hands over her mouth as she proceeded to chuckle and it took her another thirty seconds before she was able to calm herself to answer. "Because I just do," Imogen replied, using his phrasing. She could be frank now, he'd never remember in the morning. "We're too different," she replied, speaking low and slow as though she was explaining her rejection to a toddler. "You said so yourself and besides," she purred, feeling bold. "You couldn't handle me."
"Forever," Imogen quickly corrected him before rolling her eyes playfully. "Relaxed is good," she replied softly, still treating him like he was a child. "Have you slept?" She asked, concerned as she looked at his eyes. To her, they looked bloodshot. Gently, she placed a warm palm on his cheek, sliding her thumb slowly over his cheek bone with a small frown. "You look tired, Luke," she explained, perhaps serious for the first time all evening. From her perch, she was now eye-to-eye with him and she was concerned. With a sigh, she removed her hand and pressed an open bottle of water into his. "Drink." [/center][/td][/tr][/td][/tr][/table] THIS TEMPLATE WAS MADE BY WILMETTA OF CAUTION. [/center] |
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Post by LUKE ANTHONY MOREAU on Jan 6, 2012 3:46:11 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-image:url(http://i54.tinypic.com/2vafwqd.jpg), border: solid #ffffff 5px; width: 400px; height: 500px;] well wasn't he lucky today everything he seemed to be doing was making her smile. but he knew tomorrow she would go back to her normal disapproving expressions. he was glad to see that she didn't swat him away when he touched her hair. he couldn't explain why he was doing it he just really wanted to. it was most likely the alcohol taking over. luke looked at her confused, not himself? i'm always myself he told her looking at her wondering why she would think otherwise.
she laughed along with him but she was much more into it. he was pretty sure everyone in the kitchen had heard her laugh which was why they were looking over at them. luke just shrugged it off he was use to them staring and he was tired of doing whatever it was he was supposed to in order to stay popular. if his self esteem hadn't been at a good place her laughing probably would have hurt his feelings. you're lucky your laugh was cute, or else i'd be very unhappy with you he told her with a nod. she could continue to deny the sexual tension between the both of them and he would keep playing along for now. they both knew it was there but he was the only one that wanted to hurry and get it out of the way. couldn't handle her? now that was an interesting concept. maybe we'll find out one day he told her with a small smirk.
she rolled her eyes and said forever and he just slightly shook his head. there was no way that was true because if they were going to be friends she was going to have to come do what he liked best. which was partying and getting as wasted as he could possibly be. sleep? there was no time for sleeping in california there was just so much to do. he had to get up early to go to soccer practice and then of course there was school. normally after school was when he ended up finally getting some sleep but he had plans today and wasn't able to. luke was never really much of a sleeper anyways he always found something to keep him occupied. not for a while he confessed with a small shrug. he would be passed out somewhere soon enough he didn't see the big deal. though she seemed to think differently and even put her hand on his face.
it was interesting seeing her initiate the touching because normally it was him doing everything and her disapproving. he watched her facial expression as she genuinely seemed to be worried. luke wasn't sure how he was supposed to react to this type of concern because it was rare to see it with the people he surrounded himself with. take the boy who was passed out on the ground for example. all of his "friends" were going on with their night and having fun not seeming to care if anything happened to him. but luke was the same way, he didn't care about many people because he didn't see the point of it. they weren't going to be around each other forever why worry about making connections? he was too tired to argue so he obediently began to drink the water. after getting about a forth of it down he closed it and set it on the counter next to her. can we find somewhere to sit down? he asked her as he began to start getting pretty dizzy. just standing here was being too much for him he needed to find a couch and take a break from everything.
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Post by IMOGEN ELIZABETH GREEN on Jan 6, 2012 12:42:35 GMT -5
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[/div] paris is burning, "You don't understand, do you?" Imogen asked, her overly bright eyes shining, forgetting that Luke was very drunk and now wasn't the best time to perhaps be having a deep and meaningful conversation. "When you're with your friends, you're different. You're the cocky, arrogant, party boy. I've seen you," she continued as she tilted her head. "I've had a lot of practice watching in the shadows," she stated with a gentle smile that didn't really meet her eyes. Why would it? Persecution was not funny.
"You don't seem to care about your studies, even though you're really smart. Then at the pier," she continued, "You just seemed…different. Nice. You offered to pay for my ice cream, even though you still owed me for that slushie. When we spoke about Paris, I saw a different side of you," Imogen continued. "I can tell you hold it close to your heart, I just don't see why you can't be more like that instead of this boy who's addicted to cheap booze and even cheaper girls." Men. They really were oddities, weren't they? "I wouldn't worry though," she attempted to placate him swiftly. "I read into things more than I should," she admitted with a shrug. Maybe that was why she was single.
Unhappy with her? Staying silent, she simply grinned. "Did I hurt your feelings?" She cooed, trying not to smirk. "I don't suppose you're used to rejection much, are you?" The blonde asked, absently wondering if she had been the only girl to turn him down so far in his life. She must have been wired incorrectly because Luke Moreau must have been a teenage girl's dream. Tall, attractive, smart, popular, a good kisser (she imagined, not that she'd ever thought about being kissed by him, oh no.) He wasn't for her, though. She wanted someone to go to museums with, to hold hands and walk down the beach with, drink tea instead of coffee with, someone who prized intellect above her shapely breasts.
"Don't hold your breath," she continued, still amused. "I can see that," Imogen stated matter-of-factly with a motherly frown. She was half tempted to lend him her CD of nature sounds and whale music but she wasn't sure if she was ready to let him learn about that part of her personality. Not yet. She didn't know why she was concerned about his sleeping patterns yet and she could only put it down to the fact that she must have been drawn to his unsettled soul. He wasn't happy even though he should be and she was sure there were a number of people who would trade lives with him in a heartbeat.
"Excellent," Imogen stated as he did as instructed and drank, albeit not a lot, the water. Her eyes widened, confused as he wanted to sit down. She nodded her agreement before slowly sliding off the counter and down, ignoring their terribly close proximity as her chest brushed his. Oh, the amount of girls that would kill to be in this position. It was hysterically funny. Reaching behind her, she grabbed the bottle of water before lifting up a pale finger and beckoning him to follow her. Imogen headed out of the kitchen and into the much more crowded hall, looking around to find somewhere quiet. She imagined that all of the bedrooms were, ahem, in use and the living room was packed so the only option was outside.
Squeezing her way through the throng, she found her way to the back of the house and after pushing open the doors, outside and near the pool. There were only a handful of people talking so there wasn't an issue there. Closing the doors behind her, she carefully lead Luke over to a discarded bench that overlooked the illuminated pool. "Nice house," she mused with a thoughtful frown as the cool night hair ruffled her hair, the scent of her orange blossom shampoo catching on the wind. "Here you go," she replied, guiding him to a seat before taking the one next to him. "Better?" She inquired. "The fresh air should stop the whirlies," she replied playfully before handing him back the bottle of water. "You look awful," she joked with a wry smile. [/center][/td][/tr][/td][/tr][/table] THIS TEMPLATE WAS MADE BY WILMETTA OF CAUTION. [/center] |
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