`audrey lawrence.
senior year
...and if you say we're too young, well maybe you're too old to remember...
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Post by `audrey lawrence. on Sept 14, 2008 2:32:18 GMT -5
audreymarielawrence. tag xo daniel grace chat xo mwahahahehehehahaha! *evil cackle* so the fun begins. word count xo 1,138 attire xo blouse pants
xo We all have 'one of those days.' Everyone has had at least one day when it seems like everything is just working against us, just tossing little obstacles and difficulties at us just to see how amusing it is to watch us deal with them. Well, Audrey Lawrence was lucky enough to be experiencing one of those days.
xo See, it had all started on Saturday, when Audrey had found herself in the middle of a nuclear war between her best friends. The day had started off normally, just like any other day at Collingwood Secondary, and she innocently made her way down to the Arts Wing to wait for Darren Hazard to meet with her and work on a song. But of course, he hadn't shown up. Then again, who could remember a flimsy little obligation like that when his girlfriend had just walked in on him with another girl? As Audrey found out later, having tracked Darren down to Black Bear Pub, Darren had been with Katarina Black the night before, and Christa von Ness had walked in on them the next morning. The biggest problem was...that Audrey considered herself best friends with all three parties involved. And counting Jacob Danvers once his attachment to Kat got riled up and combined with his hate for, as he called them, 'bloodsuckers'...well, Audrey was barely inches away from digging herself a hole and hiding in it for the rest of the semester. She'd already chewed Darren out sufficiently and embarrassed the shit out of both of them at Black Bear...but now she had other things to attend to - comforting Christa for one, reasoning with Kat the other, and the last being trying to figure out a way to comfort each side without pissing the other off. She had to admit that, even for her, it was a thin wire to walk.
xo After that, of course, matters had to get even better. Audrey had come home to her dorm room only to find out that she'd been cut from Choir auditions. Of course, Drey was no hardcore Choir geek, but being cut from a singing ensemble didn't do much for a singer-songwriter girl's nerves...especially as she was preparing for her first performance. She'd tried to tell herself numerous times that it wasn't that she was a bad singer, but that Choir and classical singing wasn't her style. That she was a more 'independent' singer-songwriter girl, and that she probably sounded fine...but that hadn't worked from 11 PM to 3 AM, and it hadn't worked Monday morning as she walked down to class. The day had dragged on, and she heard even more rumors about this new guy in school, and all of the shenanagins he was pulling with insertgirlname here behind insertgirlnamehere's back, and his infamous reputation as a demon that seemed to drift in one ear and out the other with Drey. All she found herself thinking about was how to keep from chopping her own head off as every part of her body seemed to sense the tension in the air between each side of the conflict she was in the middle of.
xo Then, of course, P.E. came, and she was forced yet again to put on those tight shorts and that loose t-shirt, team up with other girls and throw a ball over a net. Volleyball, admittedly, wasn't her worst sport, but it wasn't her best, either. It was a sport that girls excelled at when they were 5'9" and up, not 5'4" and musicians. Still, Audrey had made progress through the game until she caught sight of a very muscular and very good-looking runner on the track. It had been Drey's turn to serve the ball, but almost as if someone had timed it precisely to the millisecond, he had run right by her field of vision as she was preparing to toss the ball. She remembered keeping her eye on him and deliberately stalling while tossing the ball so that she could wait for him to come around again, and get a good look at his face. She did, and almost immediately regretted doing so, for the moment she looked over at him, his green eyes met her gaze, and she looked away in enough time to avoid embarrassment...she hoped. She'd then served the ball and gotten on with the game. Of course, it was only after class, when she was remembering the green-eyed, strong-featured face in her mind that she found out that she'd been staring at none other than Daniel Grace himself, the playboy demon she'd been hearing all of the lovely rumors about.
xo Thoroughly embarrassed, she then changed and dragged her ass over to Waves, trading in volleyball shorts for a waitress's apron, and got ready for her afternoon shift. At least there was one thing in her life that she could do that didn't require much thinking, but rather could be done quite absent-mindedly...and that was serve coffee and beverages. 'Course, the shakes and smoothies required a bit more brainpower, but she could at least count herself lucky that she was out of harm's way for at least a little while.
xo So there she was, sitting absent-mindedly at the counter of Waves, staring out the window into the sun-filled streets of Collingwood at sunset. She knew she'd been there for at least a good couple of minutes, not noticing anything or anyone while she mulled over the events of the last couple of days.
xo "Drey, you've gotta cover Jackie's tables, she's going on break," she heard her co-worker, Allison, mutter in her ear.
xo "Huh?" she asked, snapping out of her reverie and blinking as the black-haired girl picked up a tray and walked away. "OH, right," she said, after taking a moment to register what Allison had said. Drey picked up her notepad and pencil, before heading off to the tables near the store front and taking the order of the first unserved table she spotted. It took her only two minutes to scribble down the orders and mix them at the counter, before she placed the drinks on a tray and prepared to carry them down to the table. She looked up just as she heard the door open and the bell chime twice. She grinned automatically, but almost felt her jaw hit the counter when she registered who it was. There, walking in through the doorway, was the tall, lean hottie she'd found herself staring at in P.E. just two hours before. She felt the tray tip forward, and stumbled forward just as the drinks slid off and hit the floor with a slicing CRASH!
xo 'Of course,' she thought to herself as she saw the mugs broken on the floor and coffee running all over the polished hardwood, 'it's Monday, and it's just one of those days.'
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Post by daniel grace;; on Sept 14, 2008 4:37:47 GMT -5
x x `` DANIEL ADAM GRACE,
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what is this feeling so sudden and new i felt the moment i laid eyes on you my pulse is rushing my head is reeling my face is flushing what is this feeling fervid as a flame does it have a name***[/size] [/center] falling stars ;; 1,523 script says ;; i'm all done, hope you enjoyed reading it =] alarm clock ;; WAKEYDREY!MUSE. mirror image ;; coming soon im lazy/tired.
[/font] ___________________________________________________ •• A lot of people disliked getting up in the morning, burrowed under the covers and pretended the world didn't exist, that was their loathing of it; well, at least until the alarm clock they were using presumably on their cell phones stopped being on snooze and started shrieking for some attention until whatever poor soul it was got their lazy ass up out of bed and hauled themselves off to shower. Well, he hoped they valued personal hygiene enough to shower. Some hated getting up at all but those people tended to be those suffering from some kind of depression and luckily he didn't count himself as one of those people. Daniel saw himself as a rather happy person all round. Fine, it was true that maybe academically he wasn't the most intellectual crayon on the cheap box that came from pizza hut, but it wasn't that he wasn't smart. He just didn't apply himself, and to do work now would be to catch up on at least a good year and then some of things he'd missed for one reason or another. Skipping class a leetle bit too much and going off at inopportune times to travel places had that effect on you. If he wanted to actually graduate this year, the best chance that he would have would be to hire some smart ass personal tutor who would need to be paid way too much for just a couple hours a session, two or three each week. Sadly, unlike his brother Ash (it didn't matter that they weren't blood related, he was a brother to him in every way that mattered) he wasn't rolling in money so he couldn't afford it. It was beneath him and offended his pride to ask anyone for money; that was pretty much tantamount to charity. Begging. If there was one thing that Daniel Adam Grace had never, was not, and would never be, it was a beggar. He was better than that no matter how long he had spent on the streets till he'd somehow gotten pulled into living with Davis and his grandmother who always complained that he was just far too skinny and didn't eat enough. He thought he was doing just fine as he was but he swore almost every single time he came away from that place he had developed a little pot belly of his own - and yet still that woman was never satisfied. He had no idea how Davis managed to keep the weight off, if he didn't put his heart and soul into track he was certain he'd be waddling around hindered by huge rolls of fat by now. Of course he loved her really, with time had come to think of her as his grandmother too (he really had to stop adopting other people's family as his own) but honestly she was a bit much at times. So here he was at school again and a boarding one at that.
•• Of course, some things never changed. The senior wasn't particularly egoistical at least not out loud, and the mirror wasn't something that he really used; he just got dressed in whatever was hanging clean in his wardrobe and that was it, end of. He knew he was pretty damn good looking and whenever he and Davis went out together they drew chicks to them far too easily. Thing was, his other esteemed adopted brother at times didn't know the meaning of the term 'subtlety' and he really hated it when occasionally girls got scared off. As long as he could convince him to keep his mouth shut or speaking the bare minimum amount of words it was all good unless it was a day that he'd decided to behave. He didn't often go out without drawing looks and some attention and really, if you were a teenage guy....it was almost unnatural not to take advantage of that. Having a girl was never a problem for him even on a friday night when they were usually with a date and then....it wasn't unknown for him to simply steal the girls away from whatever guy they'd been planning to spend the evening with. It wasn't usually too hard to persuade them considering they wanted to anyway, and even if he did find it a littler harder than normal it always turned out to be worth it. That was the reason he liked mornings and wonderfully late nights while other people lost and wasted away their time doing something dull such as sleeping. Track and a long record of girls had given him amazing stamina and he could stay up all night making love to a beautiful girl. Tangled legs, the feeling of her rubbing up against him making contented noises and holding her....the pleasant warmth underneath the covers, the heat in the room peaceful instead of like an inferno and their passion was only spent when the both of them were tired and fell asleep in each other's arms. He wasn't one of those guys who disappeared the morning after without a word or even a short note of explanation; he stayed, at least for a while. A quick kiss, a cuddle, and an intense way of saying goodbye that gave them something to remember him by, and a vague implication that maybe they'd see each other sometime soon. Often it wasn't until after he was long gone that they remembered Daniel hadn't left a number and didn't have theirs either; the smart ones took the hint and the hopeful and enamoured put it down to forgetfulness and bad luck. It was what made such a heartbreaker.
•• His latest conquest had been a girl by the name of Alison...something. Normally the names didn't come so easy to mind, but he'd been with her only the night before last and the memory was still fresh in his mind. Often if he didn't intend to keep it as a lasting relationship he simply called all his girls with the safe, anonymous affectionate terms of 'darling', 'love', 'babe' and 'sweetheart'. Their names unless particularly unusual blended one into the other and he didn't remember them unless they had been amazingly important, stunning, or talented; then naturally he'd keep them around for more. Daniel never fell in love with them, no matter what he told them. It was a risky business love, so he'd heard, and he'd seen how the effects of it had destroyed so many people's lives. He wasn't going to go in for that shit. Besides, he found it impossible to imagine a world where someone could find the goodness within themself to love him. He wasn't worthy of true love. So while he might go through the actions he always kept himself emotionally distant from it. It would just fuck him up inside otherwise, especially when the girl eventually left him. He had done it to so many, it would only be karmic justice that the one person he fell for would do it to him. So he stuck with other girls, girls who didn't mind so much having an open relationship and were used to his comings and going although Alison didn't know that...yet. He had a promiscuous reputation as a result but oh well. Leaning on the brick wall with his hands shoved in his pockets, he gazed up at the swiftly darkening skies above as he considered where to go. Some hunger pangs began to make their presence in his stomach known which settled it. Pushing off against the wall behind him, he headed straight for the little coffee shop called Waves right across the street. He had some spare change rattling around in his pockets somewhere and he vaguely recalled Allison telling him that she worked as a waitress someplace. Maybe this was it, and she'd have some free time after work...He could kill two birds with one stone.
•• Daniel pushed the door open and went in, letting the door swing back and shut itself as two bell chimes announced his entrance in the shop. He stopped for a moment, searching with a spark of curiosity in his light apple green eyes to see if Ally was here or not. The sound of the last bell chime died out just as he turned and his eyes connected abruptly with a vaguely familiar pair of brown eyes. The demon arched one brow trying to think where he'd seen her before; he didn't think he'd slept with her, he would have remembered a face like that. She had unique features, big eyes, full lips, sweetness - things not many girls were blessed to have all together. Then he didn't have time to time too think anymore as their eye contact was broken as she must have stumbled over something, because all of a sudden cups were flying and with a CRASH they tinkled apart into pieces on the floor. Huh. Guess clumsiness is a part of her. He wouldn't have thought it to look at her and amused, raised his gaze from the broken glass on the floor to look her in the face again. "You gonna want help with that, love?"
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`audrey lawrence.
senior year
...and if you say we're too young, well maybe you're too old to remember...
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Post by `audrey lawrence. on Sept 15, 2008 3:25:22 GMT -5
audreymarielawrence. tag xo daniel grace chat xo not as long, but whatever. word count xo 932 attire xo blouse pants
xo Stupid. Idiotic. Moronic. Clumsy. Audrey Lawrence could have called herself every name in the book as she stared at the mess that had now covered the floor of Waves, refusing to accept the fact that she'd just embarrassed herself that badly. She closed her eyes for a moment, feeling the invisible tears of embarrassment and frustration sting behind her lids, and knelt on the floor. After all, the only thing she could do at that moment without looking like a total moron was...clean up her mess.
xo The most embarrassing part for Drey was, obviously, the idea of looking like a total ditz in front of every customer in the shop - which she knew had become a reality, seeing as the only sounds she heard in the entire room were those coming from her own movements. She was usually a capable, poised, friendly waitress - and work was supposed to be the one place in Collingwood where she could have escaped the hectic world of school, where she could almost feel every pair of eyes on her back. Now, she'd just walked right into the same situation...and worst of all, in front of the very guy she'd been staring at that afternoon in P.E. She bit her lip, berating herself for being stupid enough to stare at him like he was a fresh piece of meat sitting on the table. It was exactly that kind of stupidity that had caused her to trip over her own feet and fall in the first place.
xo Of course, Audrey didn't really know anything about the guy standing before her, except that he was a new Senior like Meri, orphaned, not very rich, extremely active when it came to girls, and a great runner. Aside from that, nothing. She knew nothing about his tastes, his personality, his humor or lack thereof, his likes and/or dislikes, his musical taste, his idea of a good time, or even what he'd say to her when he saw her kneeling on the floor, picking up shards of mugs and glasses with her bare hands, fighting tears and praying that everyone would just turn around and look at something else, already. All she knew was that he had a tall, lean, strong silhouette in the doorway. That the sun rays from the late afternoon lit his green eyes up perfectly when he looked right into Drey's. That his simple black t-shirt hugged his torso just enough so that she could see how toned he was. And that she was a moron for falling under his spell so easily.
xo 'Oh get a grip!' she scolded herself, finally getting a hold of her self-discipline side and growing angrier with herself for being so clumsy, 'he probably doesn't even care. just let him get his next conquest and be done with it.'
"You gonna want help with that, love?"
xo 'FUCK,' was the only coherent word that came out of Audrey's furious mind as she heard the pleasant drawl of his voice. That was all he needed - an attractive voice to add the finishing touches onto the mess he'd already made her. It was like adding razor-sharp claws to a Great White shark - like he needed the extra weapon.
xo Drey attempted to collect herself, and looked up to see his eyes boring right into hers. Oh, she knew what she must've looked like to someone like him - an innocent little girl-next-door, somehow resembling an adorable lamb and an untamed horse at the same time. That gentle, timid look of a harmless wild animal - prey rather than a predator. Her big brown eyes probably gave him the impression that she was a little good girl, sheltered and raised in a Stepford household. She rolled her eyes internally...she was hardly a lamb, but more like a feisty goat that might bite or nibble on its master's hand, or occasionally kick out when it felt like being a pain in the ass. She was ten times as fiery as she must have seemed that day, and didn't plan on looking the part of a 1950's schoolgirl. "Uh, no, I've got it," she said, her voice a little scratchy from being silent and holding back tears for so long, as she picked up some more shards of clay and glass, then began to wipe some of the coffee up with the bottom of her apron, "Thanks for a - ow," she whispered, having cut the side of her hand on a tiny slice of glass that she'd missed. She winced and held the wound up to her mouth, sucking on it temporarily to avoid excess bleeding. 'DAMN IT,' she swore to herself, 'This day will just not quit, will it?' For a moment, it almost seemed like fate was picking her up and handing her to him on a shiny silver platter - and no matter how many times she tried to skip off like a little Mustang filly, it would scoop her back up and hand her over again, not happy until she was fully in his arms. She rolled her eyes internally. Well, she was going to be neither his damsel-in-distress or his mistress. She quickly stood, smiling once again, and said, "I'm all right. You sure you don't want to take a seat?" while gesturing to a table with her cut hand. She wasn't the common saloon girl, and she was sure as hell going to lay that fact in front of his face right off the bat. If he wanted a slutty, easy girl for a night, he'd come to the wrong chick.
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