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Post by olivia demetria logan on Jun 29, 2010 8:31:23 GMT -7
 
Olivia had been having a fantastic day, note the sarcasm. The party she'd attended last night had ruined her favourite dress, which was now at the dry cleaners being cleaned. She had had too much to drink, as well, because today she was feeling less than her normal self, and that was saying something. Usually she only had a few drinks, but the past night she felt that she'd needed a bit more for the fact that she'd been bored, and some of her friends either weren't invited or just were off getting laid. That's all it seemed to be lately. She hated all of her friends (and by friends, Olivia meant the kids who thought themselves popular but obviously didn't actually know any of her secrets and mainly just followed her around like lost puppies until needed. Olivia could manage on her own just well, and did not necessarily need greedy little monsters following her around day and night. Especially when she wanted nothing more than to yell at some of them. They called themselves her friends, and she allowed them to, because they were company. She had a few best friends she actually liked, and the others, well, they could go and die and Olivia would not know the difference until it was flashed against the newspaper headlines. Olivia woke up that morning with an even deeper hatred for some of her so called friends, because the headache that accompanied the nausea growing was unbearable. She woke up in her bed, and it was an instantaneous feeling that swept over her like a tidal wave - and it felt like she'd been hit by a tidal wave. But, her father had insisted she get up and spend her day wisely, doing something useful. Pulling on a nice outfit, Olivia headed out. She said she was taking stuff to the dry cleaners, and when she did, Olivia decided a nice trip to Starbucks was in order.
Olivia loved having Starbucks when having a hangover. The whey protein in the chocolate vivanno was heaven to her. she walked there, finding her less than gigantic town easy to walk across. Taking a bike would be more work and she would have worked up a sweat. Today, she was perfectly fine enjoying her day walking around in a nice breezy outfit, for it was sunny but not overly warm. She walked across the street from the dry cleaners, shoving a receipt in her Coach purse, and heading off toward Starbucks. She really badly needed a drink, and this time it wasn't an alcoholic one she craved. It was the chocolate vivanno milkshake they had, and her empty stomach was also rumbling for some food. Maybe she'd grab a sandwich in Starbucks as well. Olivia was never the type to worry about her body - she walked a lot, worked out with people or alone, and so she was never really insecure about that in high school. She was not a person who considered anorexia or bulimia, mainly for the fact that she would miss food and she did not like throwing up. Olivia walked down the street, and saw the Starbucks sign not far off. Through the not so busy street, Olivia walked and could hear her flats colliding with the ground, her pace brisk as she hurried toward her destination. She ran slender fingers through her raven black hair, it being straightened that day and long, cascading down to halfway down her back. Olivia entered, finding nobody she really new out of the few people in there. Some were on laptops, others were chatting with a friend or loved one, and Olivia afterward wasted no time getting up to the front to order the chocolate vivanno. She'd fill her stomach with that, and if she wanted more, then she would get her sandwich. Olivia did not need anybody to sit with; it's not like she was dependent on someone else to get what she wanted when she wanted, or to create her own excitement for herself. And if she was truly bored, she could talk to someone on her Blackberry. Thank god for technology these days.
She waited while the blender mashed up the ingredients, the throbbing of her head increasing with the loud noise of it. She rubbed her forehead, groaning inwardly, and hoping the blender would just hurry up and make her chocolate vivanno milkshake. Finally, the waitress girl finished her drink, and Olivia took it, the cold feeling of the cup in her hand only making her crave it more. She sat down in a comfortable chair where there was another spot open across from her at the table. She hoped at least someone would come and cure her boredom. Maybe she'd call someone up to go shopping, or at least go for a walk and see what would happen. She sipped from her vivanno, feeling the numbing of both her nausea and headache, and she began to feel better. Olivia was not usually a big drinker, but she would not consider herself to be anything like a lightweight for drinking. It just so happened that the drinks kept coming, and she kept having more fun with people the more she drank. So, last night had been full of epic adventures with a bunch of people, half of which she would not normally have gone anywhere with, from walking around town to playing drinking games and laughing at each other. That was all Olivia was ready to admit happened, and nobody would know any different, unless they decided to start rumors. Olivia didn't pay much attention to those either, because she did not want her life to be like the stuck up rich kids in GossipGirl, where every moment was recorded by someone or another. She could have her own private life, thank you very much. As she sipped again from her chocolate vivanno, Olivia relaxed, and checked her phone, just to see if anyone was going to be in her remote area any time soon, or wanted to hang out. Otherwise, it was going to be a long day for Olivia.
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Post by sebastian ulysses abercrombie on Jun 29, 2010 10:10:08 GMT -7
  He was late. Like extremely late for a date, with some girl. Not a surprise there, because Seb was late for just about everything it seemed like. His father used to tell him that his tardiness would catch up with him one day, but his old man told him a lot of things that he never listened too. He had a way of not listening to his elders, another flaw in his personality. But anyways Seb was late, and at the way he was moving he was not going to get there anytime soon. He was halfway back to his room us after a quick practice session with the team, and having to sneak into the back door, as to avoid his father. He really didn’t want to go out with this girl. The only reason he was doing it was because his father was forcing him too. If it had been anybody else he would have flat out told him no, but Seb owed it to his father, for all that he did for him.
He ran a hand through his hair, “Stupid obligatory feelings,” he muttered to himself, stepping into his room. Seb sometimes hated that aspect about himself, the fact that he cared. He could never really hurt somebody. Okay…maybe he could, but he couldn’t do without a really good reason. I make her say Oh, oh-oh-oh Oh, oh-oh-oh When I P-p-p poker face P-p-poke her face. The sound of his ringtone brought him out of his reverie. Digging into his pocket, he pulled out his phone, he looked at the caller I.D. and sighed. It was his sister…his twin Jesse to be exact. “Hey Jess… Would I be talking to you if I was on the date yet…No I haven’t called Nana yet….Yea I’ll call you later love you too sis, yea yea…bye.” He hung up the phone to not waiting to hear what else his sister would say and sighed again. He knew his sister would be pissed, but he was okay with that. He really did hate talking to his sister on the phone. Actually, he hated talking to anyone on the phone but that was beside the point.
By the time the phone call had ended Seb was standing in his room. “I am here for a reason…” he muttered to himself looking around his bedroom, “Right clothes.” Walking over to his closet he began to gather his clothes for the day. He didn’t have the biggest closet in the world…actually what he had couldn’t really be classified as a closet, but he made do with it anyways. He was still a little sore from the hell that his coach had put him through during practice today. It was like he was trying to kill him, but well it was over, until tomorrow, when he had to do it all over again. He rubbed the spot on his shoulder that got the most abuse. He knew it was going to bruise by tomorrow. Opening his closet he threw on his button down plaid shirt, and a pair of blue jeans, before moving to the bathroom.
He was running a comb through his hair when his brother Aiden and his brother’s girlfriend of the week walked in. , “Hey dude,” he said, “Don’t you have some place to be…like now?” “Yea…I’ll be out in a second,” he called from the bathroom, “I just gotta find my shoes.” He remembered he had kicked them off when he walked in from his practice yesterday, but he didn’t know where they went. He checked under him bed but didn’t see them there. He checked the closet, but didn’t see them there either. “Where did you go?” He mumbled standing up and letting out a sigh of frustration, before noticing them by the door. He picked them up and headed out the door. Wait…he was forgetting something. Cell phone. “I’m out I swear,” He said grabbing his cell phone, and keys, and walked out the door.
He was out the house and sitting in his car when he realized he had no idea where he was supposed to meet this chick. He shrugged his shoulders and started the car anyway figuring he would find it eventually. He felt that was kind of slack on his part, he had known about this date for at least a week and now and still didn’t know the details of it, but in his defense he was he wasn’t a very detail oriented person. He drove around town for a bit, his mind drifting back to the previous night. It had been a wild night if he remembered correctly, lots of drinking going on. He had never been one to get massively hammered. What had happened? He was still slightly hung-over from the night before, and the low hum of his car was totally not helping his headache. He slowed his car down, his mind still on the party last night. Something important had happen, that he wasn’t remembering, and that bothered him a little. ‘Oh well,’ he thought. It was right then and there that he decided he was so not going on that date with that chick. He’d make it up to the girl another day. Getting out his car he made his way over to the closet restaurant, Starbucks and entered it, plopping himself down in the nearest chair. It was a few seconds before he noticed that there was another person at the table with him, and another few seconds before he noticed who the person actually was. He ran a hand through his hair, and flashed a smile. “Uh…Hey Liv, long time no see” he said a little embarrassed, by his overlookage. Yea, Seb was definitely not a detail oriented person.
wearing - clicky
tag - Liv
notes - hey!
credit - ashybomb @ caution 2.0
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Post by olivia demetria logan on Jul 5, 2010 10:03:45 GMT -7
Olivia was getting increasingly bored. She started flipping through her contacts, and had found herself to be immensely bored of doing that. It got to the point where she began to text someone, and the phone sent off a text, buzzing from the vibrate setting a minute later. It was a one sentence conversation, nothing overly important, yet it was passing time for her. When the conversation faded into saying goodbye because the other person had to leave to go to practice. She sighed, sipping her vivanno again, and then looking down to see who else she could text. There were so many people, and yet she did not feel like texting any of them. The next highlighted name was Seb Abercrombie's a close friend of hers. He'd been at the party last night with her, and memories of the night flashed back into her head. Them laughing together, him passing her yet another of the drinks, her hitting him with a pillow, them on the walk - it all came back in a moment, like a slide show. She went to go text him, and began typing with her thumbs, and all of a sudden, somebody sat down across from her. Looking up from her phone, she saw that it was Seb Abercrombie sitting across from her. She deleted the text she was typing to him, and shoved her phone in her bag. He didn't seem to notice her, so Olivia raised an inquisitive eyebrow, sipping again from the straw that connected to her chocolate vivanno. He didn't notice that someone was there, and when he did, it took him a moment to click in who was sitting across from him, which caused Olivia to smirk. She was now glad she wasn't the only one to have a hangover. He seemed like he was a bit out of it too.
He spoke, flashing that million watt smile after running his hand through that golden hair of his. There had been many times between the two. Olivia could remember back to when they slept together, and that had seemed so awkward to her after. Yeah, he was good, but at the same time, it had not felt right. Olivia had just not been into him like that. Sure, he looked like a god, and okay, his eyes had that alluring look, but Seb just wasn't hookup or boyfriend material to her. He was just a friend to her, and she did not want it any other way. Now they'd been past the awkward part, and now they'd landed at a spot where they were comfortable just being good friends, and Olivia liked it that way. She could actually be genuine with someone, be herself without having to worry that he was going to blab her secrets to the entire school and she'd be left crying all alone to herself in a corner or transferring schools. Besides, he'd acted more crazy than she had last night, and she remembered what he had done, more than she had about what she'd done. For all Olivia now knew, she could have been doing more stupid things than Sebastian had. She took yet another sip from her vivanno when Sebastian spoke, letting the icy beverage slip down her throat and course through her, giving her slight shivers. Thank goodness for no more nausea. She could not help but to give a light laugh as a reply to Sebastian when he looked sort of surprised to see her sitting across from him. "Why hello, Seb. Still recovering from last night?" She asked teasingly, setting her drink down. her phone buzzed, and she noticed the text was from a guy, but she wasn't going to answer it right now. Leaving the guy waiting for a bit was always one way to tell if they liked you. Plus, it was not like she needed to answer it anyways, it was probably one of those flirty texts she'd laugh about while Seb would be left confused, and as much as she would love to confuse him, Seb looked confused enough for her not to add anything else in.
Olivia was not an expert on guys, nor did she pretend to be. She just simply knew from experience what some guys liked, and what drove them crazy. Olivia was someone who knew more about fashion than guys, though, which set her at a bit of a disadvantage. Like, right now, for example, she would not know what Seb was thinking by the way he looked at her, whereas some girls would have it figured out. Maybe Olivia just didn't care about what other people thought of her. Thinking so much had caused her to get a headache restarted, and so she stood, excused herself, and got another vivanno. "This headache is driving me wild. Haven't drank that much in a while." Olivia commented, smirking, and she threw the old vivanno cup into the recycling bin nearby. She sat back down after, and looked at Seb. He looked a bit tired as well, and Olivia didn't blame him. But he looked dressed up for something. Like he'd been put together more than he usually was for something, and she was going to interrogate him about that. That was who Olivia was. "Didn't know you dressed up whenever you come to see me. What's that all about? Trying to make up for looking hungover?" taunted Olivia, smirking. She wasn't being mean, nor was she being rude. Olivia was just being honest, but also teasing him. She ran her hand through her silky raven black hair, and waited for what was sure to be a teasing remark back to her. Her phone buzzed again, and from where she could see the screen, someone was asking her to dinner. Wonderful, just what she wanted to do when hungover. She sipped again from the vivanno, beginning to feel better.
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