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Post by amanda renee lew on Feb 4, 2009 18:14:29 GMT -5
[/i][/size][/color][/font] and a little too good for you[/color] [/font] ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Amanda looked around. It was quite boring that day. Her parents didn't seem to be around. Her mom was at work and her dad had probably given her a ride. She sighed and went back into her room. She grabbed whatever she came across and threw it over her swimsuit. She lived on the beach, but she didn't feel like just wearing her swimsuit, so throwing something over it was just what she needed. Amanda quickly grabbed her phone and texted hunter.
meet me in 10 at the beach?
-mandy
She didn't care that she hadn't gotten a response. She grabbed her beach bag and grabbed sunscreen as well as a magazine. She wanted a tan, but not a burn. She always wanted a tan when she went to the beach. She didn't tan easily, but she didn't mind. And she didn't care if Hunter was married to her best friend. She'd do her best to see him in swim trunks if she died by getting sun burn in doing so. See, she was obsessed. Obsessed with Hunter. He was gorgeous. Beyond, actually. She didn't care if he was married. Even if it was to her best friend. She still loved him and she wouldn't rest until she got him. She'd do whatever it took. Scheming might be involved, but she didn't care. She just needed it to happen.
She NEEDED him. If she got killed trying to get him, he'd be worth it maybe. But she'd be dead. Curse these blonde moments, she thought as she raced out the back door.
She looked out at the beach. Perfect, she thought. She smiled and went onto the beach. It was surprisingly not crowded for a Sunday morning, but that was fine with her. She just really wanted to see Hunter. She found a good spot to put her blanket down and did so. She layed down and closed her eyes and slid on a pair of Chanel glasses. She was rich and she wasn't afraid to show it. She took off her cover up and smiled. d**n she looked good. Good enough to impress Hunter, she hoped.[/color][/font] POST STATUS: done!
TEMPLATE CREDIT TO: bby rie.
BANNER CREDIT TO: moi!
LYRICS CREDIT TO: the friday night boys
ROLEPLAYING WITH: hunter!
WORD COUNT: no clue
DRESSED IN: Cover up and Bathing Suit
NOTES: this is probably horrible[/color][/font][/center][/ul] |
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Post by hunter jensen watts. on Feb 4, 2009 23:27:28 GMT -5
BUT YOU CAN'T SAY WHAT YOU
WANT OR TAKE WHAT YOU WANT OR CHOOSE the moods that you fake when you want. said
you're life needed something special, which you don't have [/i]
hunter groaned at the sound of his phone ringing at the side of his bed, rolling over and grabbing it from the table beside his bed. he opened it and once his eyes cleared he read the message. meet me in ten at the beach? it was from amanda, not exactly the person he would most like to talk to, but since the girl he did want to talk to was asleep next to him, there wasn't really another person available. he considered asking dem to come, but decided she'd rather sleep. she was a late sleeper, after all. before getting up, he leaned over and pressed his lips to her forehead, kissing her lightly. she didn't wake, and he chuckled silently. he rolled out of his bed, shocked when he looked at his clock and it read ten thirty. he usually didn't sleep this late, but he'd had a late night last night. his apartment was quiet -- shocking, considering him and demi were the only ones living in it. he emancipated himself from his parents when he was sixteen, and here he was. eighteen, on his own and married. not that he didn't enjoy it. he loved demi, and though he wouldn't mind a nicer place to live, he preferred his ratty apartment over his parent's home. plus, he could be with demi here.
the eighteen year old didn't bother showering, as he had the previous night and since he was probably going to be swimming, there was no point. he got dressed in a blue shirt and khaki shorts. he didn't actually have swim trunks -- he usually stuck with athletic shorts or an old pair of khakis like these. if he was going so swim, this would have to do. he made his way into the kitchen, much more awake now, and grabbed a pen from where several lay near the phone. he tore a sticky note from the packet stuck to the cabinet above the telephone and scribbled in his messy handwriting, beach w/ mandy. come down when you wake up! love you, and signed his name at the bottom. he went back into their bedroom and stuck the note on her forehead, kissing it to make it stick and chucking a little louder at her, asleep with the note stuck to her forehead. his smile didn't fade until he was outside, the sun shining into his eyes and making his forehead crease and his eyes squint.
he grabbed his skateboard before leaving, setting it on the street and standing on it as he rode down to the beach, which was about a ten minute walk and a five minute skateboard ride. he was at the beach in no time, flipping his skateboard into his hands and tucking it under his arm. he saw mandy instantly, being one of the only people on the beautiful beach in santa monica, and he smiled. he'd been friends with amanda for a long time, though still hadn't seemed to notice she had feelings for him. too caught up with his feelings for his wife, most likely. he dropped his skateboard next to her towel and sat down on the other side of it, closer to amanda. he smiled as he picked up a handful of sand and carefully let it slip from his fingers, forming a small pile of sand right on her belly button. he chuckled and looked at her face, ready for her to snap at him or something. he loved messing with people -- it just made him laugh. plus, if she had sand on her, she'd probably want to go swimming. hunter really didn't want to sit around while she tanned, and would much rather go for a swim in the warm, californian waters. he breathed in a lungful of salt scented air, and exhaled it. he loved the beach -- the smell, the sound, everything. it was all so happy. the sound of the crashing waves was soothing to him.
tagged,, taylor ( amanda ).
words,, dunnoo..
status,, donnee!
notes,, this is crappy. i'm
tired and don't feel well, sorry.
the next one will be better,
promisee.
outfit,, click.
lyrics,, glad, tyler hilton
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Post by amanda renee lew on Feb 5, 2009 16:59:34 GMT -5
[/i][/size][/color][/font] and a little too good for you[/color] [/font] ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Amanda looked around. She was surprised that he wasn't going faster--usually he was pretty fast if they met up. She sighed and looked around. She noticed a few boys--freshmen, they looked like--and smiled at them. They were no doubt checking her out. Not that she minded much. She loved any sort of attention that she could get. It might have sounded wrong, but she had no other choices. She couldn't wait forever for Hunter to finally realize with she wanted: him. If she waited much longer, she didn't know what she'd do. She looked around some more. Hunter was still no where to be found. She sighed and laid down.
Amanda was the type of impatient person who couldn't wait for something that she wanted, such as Hunter to come. Of course, it was odd for her to want him to come so badly. Should she have been feeling this way for one of her best friend's husband. No, she shouldn't have. But it wasn't her fault that she was attracted to him or the fact that he was just so irresistible to her. Sure, it would be nice if the object of her affections were into her, but she didn't mind. Maybe he'd be worth this chase and emotional rollercoaster she was going through. But one of the emotions she'd experienced on this rollercoaster was most definitely not guilt.
Amanda jumped as she felt smile little grains of sand fall onto her stomach. She tore off her Chanel glasses and sent a small glare at Hunter. "Well, hello to you too." she said, keeping the glare on her face as she sat up and brushed off the sand. She groaned. "You're going in the water with me. I have to get the sand off of me!!" Amanda whined and stood up. She grabbed his arm and pulled him up. She smiled at him. He was so cute. She couldn't help herself. And she wouldn't let herself stop these feelings either.[/color][/font] POST STATUS: done!
TEMPLATE CREDIT TO: bby rie.
BANNER CREDIT TO: moi!
LYRICS CREDIT TO: the friday night boys
ROLEPLAYING WITH: hunter!
WORD COUNT: no clue
DRESSED IN: Cover up and Bathing Suit
NOTES: oh its fine~i liked it![/color][/font][/center][/ul] |
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Post by hunter jensen watts. on Feb 6, 2009 11:25:15 GMT -5
BUT YOU CAN'T SAY WHAT YOU
WANT OR TAKE WHAT YOU WANT OR CHOOSE the moods that you fake when you want. said
you're life needed something special, which you don't have [/i]
hunter chuckled as she complained about the sand, but smiled as she mentioned going into the water. just what he wanted! she reached down to pull him up and he grabbed her arm, nearly pulling her down on top of him as he tried to pull himself up. he grinned at her, feeling slightly awkward standing so close to her. whatever, he thought, because he'd always been somewhat of a flirt and demi understood that. besides, mandy was just his friend, right? he reached behind him and pulled the back of his shirt up, whipping it over his head and into the sand with one quick movement. he tried slipping his shoes off without his hands and let out a sigh as they didn't budge. he pulled his foot up toward him and ripped his shoe off, dropping it near his shirt. he put his foot down into the sand, lifting his other foot up a moment later and pulling the shoe off. he dropped it next to the oter and stepped past mandy.
he grabbed her shoulder and pulled her ear to his lips, the corners of his mouth lifting in a smile. "race ya!" he whispered in her ear, flinging away from her right after he spoke and sprinting toward the water, the sand beneath his feat flicking into the air behind him. the water felt freezing at first as he ran into it, drawing goosebumps to his skin. he dove headfirst into the next wave, staying under the water for a few moments before popping his head out of the water and shaking it from side to side like a dog, spraying water every which way. his lips were curled back in a smile, the sun glinting of his white teeth.
tagged,, taylor ( amanda ).
words,, dunnoo..
status,, ...done.
notes,, easily my worst post ever. sorryyyy.
outfit,, click.
lyrics,, glad, tyler hilton
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Post by amanda renee lew on Feb 13, 2009 15:51:26 GMT -5
[/i][/size][/color][/font] and a little too good for you[/color] [/font] ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Amanda smiled at him and backed her head away a bit as he got closer, not to say she didn't like that they were close, but if anyone caught them that close, it wouldn't be good. She tried her hardest not to smirk as he pulled off his shirt. She had to admit, she loved his abs-and everything about him, accept the fact that he was married-especially to her best friend, but she didn't care about Demi at the moment, because all that mattered was that she was with Hunter then. She giggled as he took off his sandals the old fashion way.
Hunter whispered in her ear, 'Race ya!' and Amanda couldn't help but realize that she got goosebumps and chills ran down her spine. She smiled as he ran away and she followed closely behind, getting a little behind, since he was faster and had longer legs than her, he had such an advantage over her. She giggled to herself and pressed her lips together as he shook out his hair. She laughed, "Stop it!" she laughed and splashed the warm ocean water at him. She dove under the water and swam a few feet away, just about 3 meters away. She come out of the water and shook out her long blonde hair as she got about 2 feet away from him. Today it was going to happen-she was going to put her plan to break Hunter & Demi up into action-finally. She smiled at him, she didn't want to bring it up too soon though.[/color][/font] POST STATUS: done!
TEMPLATE CREDIT TO: bby rie.
BANNER CREDIT TO: moi!
LYRICS CREDIT TO: the friday night boys
ROLEPLAYING WITH: hunter!
WORD COUNT: no clue
DRESSED IN: Cover up and Bathing Suit
NOTES:yeah, I rushed this because I got hyper. haha.[/color][/font][/center][/ul] |
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