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Sept 19, 2019 9:40:59 GMT
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Post by Nu on Nov 27, 2017 18:14:53 GMT
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I'ma say all the words inside my head
Don't you tell me what you think that I could be
Dylan Paige was a free man. There wasn't much that people could do or say that would change that. He knew he had a reputation to uphold but he wasn't going to do anything about it. Let his father deal with the consequences, like he always did.
He grew up forced to do the right thing. Learn this, play that, avoid those. He knew his parents meant well but unlike his baby sister, he didn't want to live his life under his father's thumb. He knew he was going to inherit the family legacy anyway.
So much of his days was spent drinking, partying, doing all manner of debauchery with a sprinkle of legal activities. One of which was his passion; off road riding. Be it in jeep or a bike, it was something he liked doing because he could do it alone.
He was on his way to the range in his car when he had to stop in the middle of the road when a woman crossed his path without looking at where she was going. He made an emergency brake, his tires squealing under him as he went over the curb. He cursed under his breath and got out of the car to see if there were any scratches.
"What the hell were you thinking?" He yelled at the woman who was on her phone.
I'm the one at the sail, I'm the master of my sea
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Sept 17, 2019 4:43:32 GMT
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Post by Trix on Nov 27, 2017 20:48:17 GMT
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All The Boys
She came here to entertain you
The life of a model revolved around one thing and one thing only; cell phones. They cycled through phones as quickly as they became obsolete. New make, new model, updates, models got them. They had to keep up on social media, they had to be prepared for bookings and up to date on photoshoots. Their cell phones were their calendar, their organizer, and the thing that was glued to their hand 24/7 whether they particularly enjoyed it or not. It was rare for Adrianna to ever be without it.
Of course, with her cell phone glued to her hand, it was even more rare for her to look up from it. She'd gotten walking and not paying any attention down to a science, she listened, used her peripheral vision and most of all depended on others to look out for her. She was well-known, it was unlikely that anyone would actually run into her or in this case, hit her with a car. Not even bothering to look, Adrian walked across the street, staring down at her most recent instagram post, wondering if it was good enough. Her whole job focused on her looks, she couldn't afford to post a bad picture. Or even a mediocre picture.
When the tires squealed, she didn't stop. If he hit her, well, he'd be paying a lot of money, if he didn't, no harm done. And he hadn't. But clearly he wasn't pleased. She heard the door slam and some huffing and puffing before he started shouting at her. Adrian remained looking down, holding up her finger while she finished her text message before looking up at him lazily. "Is there a problem? From my point of view, your car is fine and so am I, lucky for you. Unless you're just looking for an autograph or a picture, in which case, not so lucky for you."
Her eyes scanned over him quickly and though she found him to be incredibly gorgeous, she also knew the very type and had no patience to be lectured about his precious vehicle.
Isn't she a dream come true?
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Post by Nu on Nov 27, 2017 21:52:48 GMT
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I'ma say all the words inside my head
Don't you tell me what you think that I could be
When he realised who exactly it was that he almost ran over, he rolled his eyes as a smirk formed on his lips. "Of course it's an airhead." He snorted and let her ramble on.
He had definitely seen her at the parties he attended and often, he enjoyed watching her but it never occurred to him that she was anybody until recently when one of his conquests happened to be a supermodel who talked about her incessantly.
She was beautiful, sure, but a lot of women that surrounded him almost every day were also beautiful. She was a dime a dozen, let's be honest. So her high and mighty persona really didn't match her face.
"Are you kidding me with the autograph?" He chuckled with a sneer. "You think too highly of yourself, sweetheart."
He looked at his car once again to check for any scratches and when he was satisfied there weren't any, he went back into his car and shoved a middle finger in her direction. "Thanks for making me late for my appointment. Airhead." He rolled his eyes again before reversing his car and peeling off on to the road.
I'm the one at the sail, I'm the master of my sea
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