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Post by IMOGEN ELIZABETH GREEN on Feb 6, 2012 8:29:16 GMT -5
you're a million miles away  so come closer, oh, come closer [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-image: url(http://i919.photobucket.com/albums/ad32/paperheartx_x/bg3.png); width: 388px; padding-top: 20px; padding-bottom: 20px;]What the Hell was she doing? Imogen Green was a nice girl. A good girl. She was not the type of girl who went out and partied but lo and behold, that was what she was doing right now. As always, parties were a dime a dozen around Harbor Academy and she supposed it was an occupational hazard of going to school with the offspring of some of the country's wealthiest and well connected people. She hadn't had a good day and it probably showed when she was at school earlier. She couldn't concentrate, she wasn't listening, she was fidgeting, she'd forgotten some of her textbooks. The change in her behaviour must have been obvious because a few of her teachers had asked her if she was feeling well. No, dear faculty, she was not. On her way to school that morning, there was a package. It seemed innocuous enough, small, wrapped in plain brown paper, tied in a scarlet red ribbon and hand addressed to Imogen. Confused, she'd stooped to pick it up and opened it in her car. Inside was a bundle of photos, older photos that showed Imogen as the girl she used to be; happy with life. Every shot had her smiling, acting goofily with a tall, handsome boy who used to be her boyfriend. He was called Landon and he was captain of the lacrosse team. They hadn't ended on good terms. Just as Landon was starting to become popular, he realised that Imogen wasn't, she was fading into obscurity and that didn't sit well with him. He wanted to be popular, to party, to excel. He'd broken up with her by text message. Text message! The spineless twonk. Imogen didn't know why that package was waiting for her. As she rummaged through them, she flipped one over. On the back of the photo there was a message written in Landon's familiar script; Izzy, it read. Do you remember the night this was taken? Why can't we have this again? I miss you. I think we should get back together. Call me, Landon x. Staring at the photo, she felt sick. It showed her kissing him, her hands on his face, his arms around her waist, holding her tight, pulling her towards him passionately. The only reason he was considering dating her again was because of Luke. Since the last party she'd attended, her name was everywhere. People knew who she was now and she didn't like that. Landon must have thought she was now popular enough to be worthy of his affections. Gunning the engine of her bright red Suzuki Jimny, Imogen angrily drove to the address of the Friday night party. It was some Junior called Marissa, apparently her parents had gone away for the weekend. Throwing the photos into her bag, she slung it over her shoulder before stepping out of the jeep and loudly banging the door shut. The warm ocean breeze ruffled the hem of her peach coloured dress, the heels of her boots clacking on the expensive looking driveway as she strode through the open door. The party was in full swing. The music was loud, people were already drunk, someone had even lost their shirt. With a sigh, she forced her way through a crowded hall towards the kitchen and she wasted no time in grabbing a bottle of beer, opening and then downing most of it. Before she knew it, she'd finished off another five bottles. Out of the back windows, some boys were stripping off and jumping into the pool. She wanted to do that. Imogen swayed on her heels, the room starting to spin as she tangled a hand in her hair. Swimming. She wanted to go swimming right now. With another bottle in her hand, she wanted to forget. Forget about her moronic ex-boyfriend, forget about her classes, her homework, her parents and just have fun. Squeezing her way outside, she blinked three times as the cool night air made her reel ever so slightly. She took shaky, ill timed steps as she skirted around the edge of the pool, swaying on her feet as she sat down on one of the sun loungers. Or so she hoped. In fact, she had misjudged the distance, bumped her bum on the seat and slipped backwards, landing with a bump on the cold floor. It struck her funny and so, she howled with laughter, totally and utterly drunk. "Oh! My beer!" Imogen gasped, her alcohol soaked brain slow as she tried to grab for it as it rolled away, her long bare legs hanging over the lounder haphazardly. Her bag had fallen and the photos had fallen out, scattered around her head like a halo as she lolled on the floor. Giggling, she hiccupped. "Now it's a party. Ow." |
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Post by LUKE ANTHONY MOREAU on Feb 6, 2012 22:17:19 GMT -5
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it was yet another night with another party to go to. this meant girls and alcohol two of luke's favorite things. his parents were both actually home (extremely rare) and he spent most of his time alone in his room. they were only going to be home for the day and even so he avoided them both. luke liked having the house to himself and rarely invited anyone over. once he was finished getting dressed he grabbed his things and headed towards the door. he paused only for a moment when his stepmother said something utterly stupid about how he needed to stop going out all the time. she really couldn't talk considering that she was the exact same way. both of his parents knew that he drank they just didn't know how much and how often. if they realized how often it was he came to school hung over they would most likely at least mention that it was bad for him. that was pretty much as much caring as you were going to get from the both of them. ignoring her luke continued to walk and left the house. he was getting a ride from a friend not wanting to be tempted to drive himself home once he was drunk. but the plan was to find some girl and to go home with her instead. getting into the car with his friends they began driving to the place. they had arrived at the party and everyone piled out of the car. there were a few people outside smoking a cigarette so luke went over to join them. luke was the type of guy who rarely smoked but now a days everything he did seemed to be a bad decision. one of his friends handed him a cigarette and he spent a while outside. everyone else was already inside getting drunk but he was more focused on the cigarette between his fingers. leaning against the house he watched as the smoke left his mouth and went into the air. when he was done he dropped the cigarette to the ground stepping on it.
walking into the party he paused here and there to say hello to some people. then finally went to go find alcohol, the only reason he had come to the party in the first place. grabbing a beer he heard some people were hanging out in the pool so he went outside to go check. sipping on the beer he stepped outside and started to make his way towards the pool. glancing around he noticed a blonde on the ground probably drunk, he wasn't surprised it wasn't as though this was unusual. then when he focused in some more he realized that the girl was imogen. she was at a party and she was obviously drunk? what was going on? putting down his beer he started walking over to her worried that something had happened to her. kneeling down next to her he noticed all the pictures that had fallen out of her bag with her and some guy. it was obvious that in the photos the two were dating, well at least they were in the photo. he knew that she didn't have a boyfriend at the moment which was why he was so flirty with her all the time. not that he wouldn't try to get with a girl that had a boyfriend, it wasn't his fault that she couldn't be trusted to contain herself. he saw it as doing the guy a favor by showing him what type of girl he was truly in, even though he honestly didn't care and just wanted to get her into bed. carefully reaching out to her he wanted to check that she hadn't hit her head and that she was fine.
how much did you have to drink? he asked her as he noticed the beer bottle not too far from them. some of the people who were playing in the pool paused for a moment to look over at them both. everyone was constantly talking about the both of them because they had seen them talking at a party. everyone was constantly asking him what his interest in her was and he never had a proper answer for them. there was just something about the girl that made him want to hang out and talk to her. maybe it was because he liked a challenge, he was sure that had to be it. luke did think it was pretty funny that she was the one this time that happened to be at a party and drunk out of her mind. normally that was luke's place and he would end up on some floor because he could do longer walk. even though his initial reason for coming to the party was to get shit faced there was no way he was going to leave imogen out here by herself. he began to gather the photos pausing a few time to look them over as he stuffed them back in her bag.
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Post by IMOGEN ELIZABETH GREEN on Feb 7, 2012 8:40:35 GMT -5
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The stars were pretty tonight. On her spot on the floor, her long arms were above her head, sprawled out, her legs bent at what looked like a rather uncomfortable angle after her fall. With a soft sigh, her big navy blue eyes scanned the sky, fading all of the noise and music out as she tilted her head a little. It really was pretty and she supposed it was rare to see such bright stars in such a populated city. It was so polluted and noisy, dirty and cloudy here but just every so often, she was awarded with a glimpse of pure beauty. It was just a shame she had to share it with drunken teenagers.
Speaking of which, one loomed into her vision.
Imogen blinked her big eyes three times rapidly to get them back into focus. Her was spinning, her mind foggy, like it was wrapped in cotton candy. Then his face began to change, merge, form features, features that were familiar. "Luke!" The blonde exclaimed with a wide drunken grin, giggling as he extended a hand. She did the same. She held out her left hand slowly, cautiously, just enough to turn her palm so she could run her fingertips over his palm in a strange gesture. "Hello!" She chirped, still spaced out on the cool grass around the pool.
How much did she have to drink? "Um," she began intelligently, screwing up her pretty facial features as she tried to think as though it was causing her trouble. "Five or six?" She admitted when in actual fact, she'd totally lost count. She didn't drink and it showed. The reason was simple; Landon. In truth she didn't want to go back to him, not really. She wasn't going to let him humiliate her again, she had enough of that already from the football team, being shoved into lockers and almost daily ridicule.
Enough was enough! She was going to get her kicks when she was young enough to get them. "I think I'm drunk," she said in a stage whisper, overcome by the fit of the giggles as she rolled around on the floor. Her pale fingers came out to grip the edge of the sun lounger as she attempted to haul herself to a sitting position but almost instantly regretted it as her stomach churned. "Why are those people looking at us?" She asked Luke, motioning to his friends who had stopped play fighting in the pool to stare at her. She flicked her eyes back to his face as though looking for some answers.
Crawling away a little while, she found her bottle and instantly raised it to her scarlet coloured lips and proceeded to drain the contents that hadn't spilled on the floor. Imogen cradled the bottle to her chest as she leant forward to see what Luke was doing and a frown creased her features. She figured Luke would know Landon, didn't all sports teams get along at Harbor Academy? Biting on a full lower lip, she looked different. Gone was the self secure, smart, scathing Imogen Green and in her place seemed to be a small, insecure little girl.
"I wanna go swimming," she announced suddenly, tossing the bottle over her shoulder as she shakily got to her feet. Clumsily, she untied her boots, swaying on her feet as her loose curls fell around her shoulders. "Do you wanna go swimming?"
[Oh it does look like them! Yay! xD]
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Post by LUKE ANTHONY MOREAU on Feb 11, 2012 11:34:52 GMT -5
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she seemed happy to see him which was a nice change of reaction. most of the time it seemed as though she could care less that he was around but now she was grinning and giggling. maybe drunk imogen wasn't so bad? she began to run her fingertips along his palm and he raised his eyebrow wondering what she was doing. he watched as she struggled to remember how many drinks she had. for a moment he was surprised at her being drunk at so little but than again luke knew that she wasn't much of a drinker. nor could people handle as much as he could but that was because he was constantly drinking not just now and there. why'd you decide to drink? he asked her wondering what could have gotten her to this point. she normally had such good control that he couldn't see her just being bored and deciding to drink. i think you're drunk too he said with a smile as she began to go into hysterics. it was nice to see that when she let go she could actually smile and laugh without restraining herself.
just ignore them he told her with a sigh. he was hoping she didn't notice everyone always focusing on her especially when he happened to be around. as far as they were concerned she was just another girl that he was attempting to sleep with but she proved to be harder than the others. luke had to admit that it was his only intention at first when he had met her but not the reason he was still finding his way into her company. everyone was so curious about the small aspects of his life that he purposely never denied or confirmed rumors. if people wanted to talk then they should talk but he wasn't giving them more information. besides, it wasn't as though they'd believe him if he said he was just friends with imogen. luke moreau couldn't be just friends with a girl unless something had already happened in the past to relieve that sexual tension. some girls just wanted to sleep with him to say they had. he of course never really minded because he got the only thing he wanted out of the girl and she got what she wanted. both parties were happy in the end and no feelings were hurt.
she began to crawl while he was distracted picking up the photos. looking up he saw her finishing the rest of the bottle and he just shook his head. did her drinking all of this have something to do with her ex-boyfriend? he was friends with landon and he didn't even know he use to date imogen. she had never mentioned him when they spoke either which he assumed meant the relationship didn't exactly end at the best point. stuffing the photos in her bag he looked back over to her as she got up and said something crazy about going swimming. as if he was going to let her attempt to swim drunk. getting up he reached out to hold her up. let's go inside instead he said attempting to get her away from the pool and the prying eyes.
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Post by IMOGEN ELIZABETH GREEN on Feb 12, 2012 15:46:31 GMT -5
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"Am I not allowed to?" Imogen asked, her navy blue eyes wide as saucers as she looked at him as he asked why she was drinking. She looked…vulnerable. She looked down at her empty bottle, giving a forlorn sigh as her long fingers began to clumsily peel the label off the bottle. Did she want to spill her guts out to him? Her conscience told her not to but it was so muddled by the alcohol that she didn't really care. "He wants to get back together," she mumbled, eyes blinking rapidly as she tried to refocus them. "He thinks I'm popular now. That I've lost the nerdy-mean-cold-distant-sarcastic-artist routine, I haven't though," she continued to babble as though she'd quite forgotten Luke was even there.
"I'm still a social leper, I'm still a bitch, I'm still the same complex and unfeeling person I was before he joined the lacrosse team so I don't know why now." It must be the alcohol that made her upset because she normally didn't give a damn. "He tortured me, Luke," Imogen replied softly, flicking her eyes up from her bottle. "He persecuted and ridiculed me. I'm unhappy. That's why I'm drinking," she concluded, her bare shoulders sagging. "Speaking of, could you get me another?" She asked, batting her long eyelashes as she held out the empty bottle to him.
"Besides," she continued to burble. "I'm eighteen. I'm a teenager. I'm supposed to be doing teenage-ry things like going to parties and drinking cheap liquor and fornicating in other people's bedrooms," she slurred, swaying even though she was still on the spot. In truth, she should be at home, in the basement, painting, listening to The Cure on her iPod.
As Luke told her to ignore the people in the pool, she did the opposite and stared right at them, tilting her head so her long blonde curls cascaded over her slender shoulders. "I think they're wondering what you're doing with me," she stated honestly. "What are you doing with me?" She'd secretly wondered that for months and feeling bold by downing all the beer, she wanted to know his reasons. "I must really be ruining your reputation," Imogen stated with a soft smile. She wouldn't be offended if he did turn round, tell her he was bored and left. The fact that they were having a proper conversation felt strange; Luke didn't seem the type to want to have a decent conversation with a girl.
"He left me a note," she stated suddenly as she nodded to one of the photographs. Thinking back to that morning, white hot anger flared deep inside her. Were Landon and Luke friends? Suddenly, she wanted another beer.
As he reached out to grab her, she stopped, a few steps away from the edge of the pool. "You don't wanna go swimming?" Imogen asked, confused. "But I want to," she whined, her scarlet lips forming a gentle pout as she extended a hand to futilely point at the pool. Turning into him, she didn't realise she was so close. She also didn't realise how pretty he was, was he wearing cologne? Imogen's eyes dropped, suddenly focused on the high attractive curve of his upper lip. They looked nice and soft, he had a strong jaw and she found herself inching closer like he was the moon and she was the tide. She wanted to kiss him, stupidly enough, she didn't know why. The feeling had never gripped her before now. Unable to stop herself, she trailed an index finger down the side of his neck before stopping abruptly at the curve of his shoulder.
He wanted to go inside, hey? Carefully, she pulled the arm he held out of his grip to take a few steps backwards, her bare feet hitting the cold stone below. Where the Hell were her boots? Didn't he want to kiss her too? Bummer. Blinking again, she gave an unsure nod. "I'll follow you in," she replied gently, sounding strangely wounded. She wanted to go home. "Have you seen my car keys?"
[Oh it does look like them! Yay! xD]
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