Back Again [One Person]

[Jay Crosse]

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[lacey wilson]

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[atrb=style, background-color: #D0C6A4; border-top: 5px solid #75531E; border-bottom: 5px solid #75531E;][STYLE=border: 4px solid #75531E; height: 100px; width: 100px; margin-left: 15px; margin-bottom: -33px; margin-top: 7px;][/style][STYLE=float: right; width: 277px; font-size: 50px; color: #75531E; font-family: georgia; text-align: center; margin-right: 15px; margin-left: 123px; text-transform: lowercase; margin-top: -45px; letter-spacing: -3px;]MY SACRIFICE[/style][STYLE=background-color: #EFE9E0; border-top: 4px solid #75531E; margin-right: 15px; font-family: arial narrow; letter-spacing: 2px; font-size: 11px; margin-bottom: -9px; margin-left: 123px; padding: 5px; text-align: center; text-transform: uppercase; color: #75531E;]ABOVE ALL THE OTHERS, WE'LL FLY[/style] [STYLE=margin-right: 15px; margin-left: 15px; font-size: 10px; font-family: arial; text-align: justify; background-color: #EFE9E0; padding: 17px; color: #3C2E16; margin-top: 8px; opacity: 0.9; border-top: 4px solid #75531E; border-right: 1px dotted #9D6F25; border-left: 1px dotted #75531E;]"Just remember to be home for lunch!" Came the call of Lacey's dad as she shut the front door and headed out with one of her friends. They were going to the mall. Lacey had saved her allowance up for the last month to have enough to - what she called - splurge on items like shoes and dresses. In her big purse were two fashion magazines; they went everywhere with her. Wearing tight Abercrombie & Fitch jeans with a loose flowing floral top from H&M, Lacey looked like she was stepping out to a fancy restaurant over the mall. The drive there had been painless, they laughed talked and sang loudly and obnoxiously to current pop hits. Once they hit the mall though, like they did every time, they went their separate ways making sure to tell one another where they'd be once they'd have to go back. Lacey headed for the food court, a coffee calling her name. With her iPod headphones in her ears she walked to the beat of a song. Fifteen minutes later with a hot coffee, Lacey headed for the shops. But, she bumped into someone, nearly spilling her coffee in the process. "Oh my god I'm so sorry!" Lacey squeaked, yanking her headphones out to talk and hear what the other person had to say. He was tall; ungodly tall. And blonde. With eyes that made her feel like he was seeing straight into her. 'Alright Lace stop!' She scolded herself mentally, before stepping back. "I didn't see you there, I wasn't paying attention, I'm so sorry!" Lacey apologized again, sounding slightly frantic. [/style]

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[Jay Crosse]

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[atrb=style, background-color: #22304D; border-top: 5px solid #000B21; border-bottom: 5px solid #000B21;][STYLE=border: 4px solid #506799; height: 100px; width: 100px; margin-left: 15px; margin-bottom: -33px; margin-top: 7px;][/style][STYLE=float: left; width: 277px; font-size: 50px; color: #506799; font-family: georgia; text-align: center; margin-left: 15px; margin-left: 123px; text-transform: lowercase; margin-top: -45px; letter-spacing: -3px;]BACK AGAIN[/style][STYLE=background-color: #F2F6FF; border-top: 4px solid #506799; margin-left: 15px; font-family: arial narrow; letter-spacing: 2px; font-size: 11px; margin-bottom: -9px; margin-left: 123px; padding: 5px; text-align: center; text-transform: uppercase; color: #506799;]AROUND, AROUND, AROUND AND[/style] [STYLE=margin-left: 15px; margin-left: 15px; font-size: 10px; font-family: arial; text-align: justify; background-color: #DEE9FF; padding: 17px; color: #3C2E16; margin-top: 8px; opacity: 0.9; border-top: 4px solid #506799; border-left: 1px dotted #9D6F25; border-left: 1px dotted #506799;]A tiny little force and a flash of cherry red collided with Jay's abdomen. He stumbled back about a foot and looked down at the frantic girl below him. She had wide, bright blue eyes, which sang innocence to the world. She had dark skinny jeans and a ruffled floral-patterned shirt on. But the thing that really sort of struck Jay was the hot cup of coffee in her hand. "Whoa, girl." I said, half giggling and half scared out of my wits. "Watch where you're going with that. You might damage my clothes." Jay gestured with his head towards the plastic Eye Candy bag in his hand. Jay looked down at the clothes he was currently wearing. They seemed unscathed. His dark jeans and Converse were unstained, and the tight-fitting maroon shirt that clung to Jay's body in very interesting ways was still just as dark and not brown as ever. Jay's greenish eyes trailed over the girl's body, examining her for a moment. "Well," he murmured. "This is a little awkward. I'm Jay. You?" Jay extended a hand the short distance between them, smirking gently. People were looking at the strange scene before them. Jay had a pretty good guess as to what they were thinking; What the fuck is he doing? He didn't care. As long as he made amends.[/style]

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Oh, gosh, this is the worst thing I've ever posted in my life. WTF.

[lacey wilson]

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[atrb=style, background-color: #D0C6A4; border-top: 5px solid #75531E; border-bottom: 5px solid #75531E;][STYLE=border: 4px solid #75531E; height: 100px; width: 100px; margin-left: 15px; margin-bottom: -33px; margin-top: 7px;][/style][STYLE=float: right; width: 277px; font-size: 50px; color: #75531E; font-family: georgia; text-align: center; margin-right: 15px; margin-left: 123px; text-transform: lowercase; margin-top: -45px; letter-spacing: -3px;]MY SACRIFICE[/style][STYLE=background-color: #EFE9E0; border-top: 4px solid #75531E; margin-right: 15px; font-family: arial narrow; letter-spacing: 2px; font-size: 11px; margin-bottom: -9px; margin-left: 123px; padding: 5px; text-align: center; text-transform: uppercase; color: #75531E;]ABOVE ALL THE OTHERS, WE'LL FLY[/style] [STYLE=margin-right: 15px; margin-left: 15px; font-size: 10px; font-family: arial; text-align: justify; background-color: #EFE9E0; padding: 17px; color: #3C2E16; margin-top: 8px; opacity: 0.9; border-top: 4px solid #75531E; border-right: 1px dotted #9D6F25; border-left: 1px dotted #75531E;] "Whoa, girl. Watch where you're going with that. You might damage my clothes." Lacey stared at him through her eyelashes, trying hard not to make too much eye contact with him. "Sorry, really." Lacey replied as she cast her eyes down at his shoes, which was a bad idea. Converse. Lacey loved converse. They were only acceptable if you planned on wearing long pants, jeggings or tights though. Never wear a skirt or a dress with Converse. Shaking her head slightly, she looked back at him with a slight smile on her face. Christ he was probably eons too old for her. Or gay. That happened to her, naturally. Besides she was too young to date, and the fashion world took up a lot of her time. Lacey shifted her weight, feeling overdressed as she quickly scanned the rest of his outfit. All seemed to match and look decent, so she had no complaints. "Well, this is a little awkward. I'm Jay. You?" His hand was big; expected for a tall kid - guy - like him. Lacey shook hands with him, her small hand feeling childish. "Lacey. Nice to meet you, Jay. And I'm sorry for running into you." Lacey apologized again after letting his hand go, the smile feeling more natural on her face. She brushed her hair back. "So... I guess you go to Jhoplin High?" Lacey offered, hoping to get some sort of conversation going. [/style]

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mollys an awkward turtle omg

[Jay Crosse]

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[atrb=style, background-color: #22304D; border-top: 5px solid #000B21; border-bottom: 5px solid #000B21;][STYLE=border: 4px solid #506799; height: 100px; width: 100px; margin-left: 15px; margin-bottom: -33px; margin-top: 7px;][/style][STYLE=float: left; width: 277px; font-size: 50px; color: #506799; font-family: georgia; text-align: center; margin-left: 15px; margin-left: 123px; text-transform: lowercase; margin-top: -45px; letter-spacing: -3px;]BACK AGAIN[/style][STYLE=background-color: #F2F6FF; border-top: 4px solid #506799; margin-left: 15px; font-family: arial narrow; letter-spacing: 2px; font-size: 11px; margin-bottom: -9px; margin-left: 123px; padding: 5px; text-align: center; text-transform: uppercase; color: #506799;]AROUND, AROUND, AROUND AND[/style] [STYLE=margin-left: 15px; margin-left: 15px; font-size: 10px; font-family: arial; text-align: justify; background-color: #DEE9FF; padding: 17px; color: #3C2E16; margin-top: 8px; opacity: 0.9; border-top: 4px solid #506799; border-left: 1px dotted #9D6F25; border-left: 1px dotted #506799;]The girl's eyes fluttered for a moment and she took Jay's hand, apologizing once more. He almost burst out laughing right then and there; the prospect of Jay being apologized to was hilarious to him. He was always a clumsy child, and this was really no different. She announced her name to be Lacey. Nice name. Felt familiar to Jay. Then it clicked in his brain. The fashion-forwardness, the bright hair... Jay had definitely seen this girl before. But where? He wondered. Maybe it was at one of those music seminars? She looks like that kind of girl to me... Then she said the thing that gave it away; "So... I guess you go to Jhoplin High?" Her tone made it sound like she was unsure. Well, I'm about the size of Mount Everest, so it's understandable. Jay thought with humor. "That'd be right," he replied curtly. "And I'll assume the same of you since you asked?" Thankfully, people had lost their interest in the tall blonde and the minuscule fashionista in the middle of the hall. "Maybe we should sit down before someone thinks I tried to kill you..." Jay suggested before Lacey could answer, half-jokingly. He turned and started slowly towards the food court he had been in a few minutes ago.[/style]

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[lacey wilson]

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[atrb=style, background-color: #D0C6A4; border-top: 5px solid #75531E; border-bottom: 5px solid #75531E;][STYLE=border: 4px solid #75531E; height: 100px; width: 100px; margin-left: 15px; margin-bottom: -33px; margin-top: 7px;][/style][STYLE=float: right; width: 277px; font-size: 50px; color: #75531E; font-family: georgia; text-align: center; margin-right: 15px; margin-left: 123px; text-transform: lowercase; margin-top: -45px; letter-spacing: -3px;]MY SACRIFICE[/style][STYLE=background-color: #EFE9E0; border-top: 4px solid #75531E; margin-right: 15px; font-family: arial narrow; letter-spacing: 2px; font-size: 11px; margin-bottom: -9px; margin-left: 123px; padding: 5px; text-align: center; text-transform: uppercase; color: #75531E;]ABOVE ALL THE OTHERS, WE'LL FLY[/style] [STYLE=margin-right: 15px; margin-left: 15px; font-size: 10px; font-family: arial; text-align: justify; background-color: #EFE9E0; padding: 17px; color: #3C2E16; margin-top: 8px; opacity: 0.9; border-top: 4px solid #75531E; border-right: 1px dotted #9D6F25; border-left: 1px dotted #75531E;] Lacey swallowed her nervous anxiety back and smiled at him. The magazines always said that nervousness and general anxiety are the easiest two emotions to read on a models face, so it was better to clear them than to let them control. So, that's what Lacey did. She tried to stay neutral, or at least semi-content all the time. "That'd be right, and I'll assume the same of you since you asked?" Lacey nodded, her wide eyes seeming to be a little wider. She opened her mouth to reply to him, but he cut her off with a well structured: ""Maybe we should sit down before someone thinks I tried to kill you..." Following his lead to the food court, she clutched her coffee tightly, sipping it as she walked. Then she remembered he had asked her a question. "Oh, right! I go to Jhoplin too, and I'm in grade ten. Still got two more years." Lacey explained as they headed towards the food court. She could feel her cheeks tinting with color and she fought to keep it down. Why did she sound so annoying all of a sudden?! "What grade are you in? I'm guessing a junior or senior, with how tall you are," Lacey seemed to decide, smiling brightly at him. God, she must be so annoying. Lacey immediatley relaxed after that, biting the inside of her lip as she looked back at the top of her coffee. 'Tone down on the annoyingness, Lace!' [/style]

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mollys an awkward turtle again omg im sorry