trade her in a SECOND -open-

[Langston Louis]

"LANGSTONLOUIS!

Pale fingers skimmed over fabrics of every color and texture, grasping onto one that caught that piqued interest and plucking it off the rack to be thoroughly examined. The blue dress had no straps, nipped in at the waist thanks to a black belt before flaring away an elegant and feminine ruffle, giving the faux impression of curves that the wearer may not exactly posses. Curiously, Langston stepped over to one of the many mirrors placed around the store and held the article of clothing up to herself. She wasn’t even going to bother trying it on if it didn’t look good flat. To her surprise, it didn’t clash with her hair as she originally thought it would have.

So the dress was given to one of the overly helpful sales clerks, already busy stocking a changing room full of clothes for her to try on. Marty & Delilah’s was having a slow day, it turned out, so they had no problem helping her shop for anything that would make her look absolutely stunning at whatever event she happened to stumble upon next. Sighing, the redhead glanced at the clerk who had attached herself to her heels like a shadow, uttering her opinion every time Langston reached for something that had caught her eye. For the past hour, expressions of “Oh, not that! That would look terrible with your hair!” or “Ooh, that would give you the curves you need.” followed her and made her aggravated for ever stepping foot in the ridiculously overpriced store. Yet she kept coming back, too addicted to the cute clothes and the personal service that came with the ding of the bell above the door and the thrill of catching glimpses of new eye candy admiring themselves -or letting others admire them- in the shared changing rooms.

Picking up one more pair of jeans, another dress, and a bikini- for parties of all sorts were thrown in the Heights and the Valley, pool, beach, formal, and informal all included- she turned and let the clerk lead her back into the dressing rooms. The dressing rooms, as they were, were simply a bunch of spacious stalls with a clothing rack and settee in each- Delilah did not skimp when she decorated anything. Oddly enough, the stalls didn’t posses the necessity known as a mirror, though there were plenty in the large walkway in between all of the stalls. Langston decided, as she slipped out of her own clothes and into those that she may intend to purchase, that Delilah and Marty secretly enjoyed viewing all of their customers trying on their clothes and critiquing them further.

Sighing, Langston pushed open the securely heavy door of the stall and padded bare-foot across the sufficiently warm wood-paneled floor toward the mirror. Her reflection grew before her eyes as she neared the glass, showing her a girl in a little black dress that looked like it had been stolen from one of old rock and roll queen’s closet’s. It appeared leather, but felt like satin; lines of gold and brass jutted through the creases that made her seem like she was a size double zero, all unwanted curves vanishing beneath the fabric and the good ones being enhanced until an hourglass could distinctly be picked out of her silhouette. Her legs looked long from beneath the double layer of ruffles that ended the dress; the kind of legs that were in the magazines that teenage boys hid under their mattresses in hopes that their mothers wouldn’t find them. The redhead gawked at her reflection, pivoting to admire the dress from every angle imaginable and more that she didn’t even know that she could turn her head to. And it was black and metallic! Those were some of the only colors guaranteed to not clash with her hair, yet at the same time bring out the hidden flecks in her eyes until they popped.

“So sold!” she practically squeaked to herself, spinning giddily.

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Posting with- open <3
Listening to- “She’s a Lady” Forever the Sickest Kid
Lookin' Like- this!?
Word Count- 664
Notes- I’d laugh if someone made Langston fall.

[Jacob Spencer]

J a c o b J

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"Maybe something pink? That always gets a laugh… infact I wonder if ‘Marty and Delilah’s’ would do something along those lines, maybe even a Borat thong…” J thought to himself. He highly doubted that they’d have anything along these lines, but for what he expected to be a busy pool party month, he always needed to make a big splash at these- no pun intended. He’d settle for maybe a pair of baggy Hawaiian swim shorts, astronomically priced, but they’d be worth it. J looked into the mirror at himself, and frowned wondering if he had put on weight- his face did look a bit rounder. Stepping on the scales it assured him that he hadn’t put any weight on. Giving his trademark lopsided grin, he threw on a shirt and a pair of dark jeans. Glancing at the mirror again, he fumbled around with his hair until he deemed it partially presentable. The real question arose when it was debated what to wear, was it a sneaker day? Or was it a sandal day? Or infact was it a naked day. He concluded that it was infact a naked day, but if he paraded around the town naked he would probably be arsed and thrown in jail- which would cause him to miss said party. He picked up his bottle of Emporio Armani Diamonds ready to give himself an irresistible squirt, when the bottle fell from his hands and crashed onto the floor.
“Fuck sake,” he moaned, looking down at the damage that had been inflicted. Luckily onto a slight amount had gone onto the dorm floor. Last thing he needed was to be paying for a replacement carpet this term, last term he had accidentally set the carpet alight- in a prank gone wrong. Who would have known that gold rimmed plate with a suggestively positioned Barbie and Action Man placed on top in a microwave would cause an explosion thus causing the carpet to set alight. He was lucky that he was still here; the Dean had given him a warning and banned him from having a microwave. He decided that he’d tidy up later, it was too nice a day to waste clearing his dorm. Though it did need a rather good clean, last week he’d found his taco from the first week of term. Needless to say the taco had mutilated forming many happy little friends to spread e-coli and what not, hoping to render him dead or at the very least vegetablized .

Marty and Delilah’s was surprisingly quiet today, no chance of tripping a small child over, or putting indecent items in an old women’s basket and watching her reaction. “No fun,” he grumbled, a scowl etching deeply in his forehead. Mary and Delilah’s staff had been doing a pretty good job since they’d died, the variety of swim wear was quite wide, they had thongs, y front’s, boxers and disturbingly a male thong with an elephant trunk for the front pocket. This caused J’s eyebrow to raise and a sadistic grin appear on his face. He picked up the elephant thong and a pair of swim shorts and walked over to the changing rooms. He closed the heavy wooden door with a bang, unisex changing rooms were always usually a plus but today all were deserted apart from one door which was probably occupied by an old man with a BO problem.
J always looked carefully at himself in the mirror, making sure he didn’t resemble the “Michelin man” like he did in his younger days. “Sophie the She-devil-step-sister” had ever so kindly given him that name. He decided to get the elephant thong just for the hell of it, he was sure to get some reactions out of it. He removed his top, dumping it carelessly over the frame on the cubicle, before doing the same with his trousers. On went the yellow swim shorts. The changing rooms today were quiet enough for him to go and look in the large mirror outside his cubical. The yellow shorts highlighted the fact that since summer was arriving he was getting a killer tan, strong arms with veins prominent doubled with a toned, washboard stomach that took over three hundred bench presses and a five mile run each morning and night to achieve. As he opened the cubicle door he saw a familiar finger, twirling and spinning in a rather attractive number that accentuated all of her curves. His eyes lingered on her for a moment longer, though she hadn’t yet noticed him. Her red hair caught the sun as it cascaded down her shoulders, his eyes skimmed over her slender waist and legs that were made more prominent by the dress. Langston- and boy she was looking HOT! A quick smirk appeared on his face, he could use this to his advantage, with her unprepared he snuck up behind her and playfully tripped her over. Catching her arm and propping her down gently before standing there arms crossed with an innocent expression on his face.
“God Louis. No need to fall at my feet. Have some dignity!” he flashed her his best lopsided grin, before offering his hand to help her up. “Nice dress by the way,” adding in a playful wink for good measure.

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[Langston Louis]

"LANGSTONLOUIS!

Mid pirouette everything changed for the lively redhead currently caught up in an identity crisis (she was acting like an airheaded blonde who’d just found out that pink was back in style.)The ground disappeared from beneath her feet, replaced by air. For a split second, shock and confusion battled for dominance in her mind with rage and betrayal joining the mix when her rump made contact with the unpadded wood paneling and arrogant, unapologetic words floated down to strangle her. “God Louis. No need to fall at me feet. Have some dignity!” Feral eyes slit opened, having screwed shut in the second that gravity went haywire, to glare up at her male accomplice.

“Spencer,” she growled disapprovingly, using his last name since they were apparently on a last name basis now. When had that even come about? Was it when she’d ditched him to save her own ass from being caught? She’d apologized profusely for that, but she just couldn’t risk getting apprehended one more time. Despite people believing her to be a rebel without a cause, she had a goal to reach; a goal that wouldn’t be reachable at Courtsworth University if she got caught breaking the rules one more time. The key word in that phrase of course was if, but because of that if she’d cut back on some of the more dicey business that she’d gambled in before a stern talking to with the dean.

Langston entertained thoughts and ramblings such as these in the precious nanoseconds she spent on the ground before a hand presently presented itself in front of her. She blinked dumbly at it before realizing that Jake was offering to help her up. “How gentlemanly of him,” she thought, grasping his hand and carefully pulling herself up without pulling him down on top of her in a pile of limbs or showing him any underclothing she’d rather not him the advantage of seeing. Being Jacob, he’d hold it over her head as blackmail. Once on hr feet, she went about the Langston was of dealing with the situation: she pointed out “You’re an ass” in the most conversational of ways that she may as well have been commenting on the weather or the fact that it was a Tuesday.

For the first time, she took notice of his attire (which amounted to nothing more than a pair of swim trunks) with a lazy sweep from spiky haired head to tanned toe. Something about the word ass just prompted her to look and make sure that the whole of M&D’s couldn’t see his.

She’d caught him on one of his naked days, having a dorm down the hall from his and everything entitled to that position- the early morning calls to come and assure him that he wasn’t fat while half in dreamland, the unannounced visits to plan pranks or raid her fridge, the questions pertaining to the company that had stayed over late the night before which she couldn’t deny having stayed so late because he knew the exact moment they left the door. All of these things were embarrassing or amusing or annoying, but she could say with true honesty that she knew the indescribably awkward affect that the experience of seeing him on a naked day could induce.

Where had she been? Oh, right, Jake was an ass. On with more insults.

“I mean, are you just so childish that you have to trip me before you say hello? The last time a guy did that to me, we were both four.” It casually slipped her mind that his school boy crush inclined him to trip her in the first place, as it had given him proper motive to talk to her. “Are you going to go find some sand and kick it in my face and make me cry, or push me off the swing set and make me skin my knee like a good little playground bully?” She placed both hands on her hips, arching an eyebrow as she patiently waited for his response. Of course she was being unfair! He’d just knocked her feet out from under her, for God’s sake! And he was supposed to be one of her friends in this great big cruel world?

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Posting with- Jakey/ open <3
Listening to- “Whoa Oh” Forever the Sickest Kids
Word Count- 710
Notes- I’m back and someone make my sneezes unstuck from my nose.

[Jacob Spencer]

J a c o b J

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He met her feral glare with a look of angelic innocence, a slight smirk toying with the corner of his mouth. The sight of her there splayed on the floor proved to much for the mask of innocence and the slight smirk expanded into a wide stereotypical pretty boy lopsided smirk.
“Yep, and you’re on your ass darlin” he retorted childishly to her comment about him being an ass. It didn’t go unnoticed that she was being awfully careful about her co-ordination therefore denying him the pleasure of witnessing a few more inches of flesh. He was a teenage boy after all; amounts of bare female flesh seemed to have the same effect as releasing a pack of hungry wild wolves.
“Atleast I have more clothes on than last time you saw me…suppose it was a good job it was you that walked in an not the all powerful Dick- I mean Dean,” he threw his head back and laughed. The last time he’d actually seen her he had been parading around his room on a naked day. “You know the rules Louis, you don’t want to see me naked, give me warning before you intrude in on my privacy. Lucky for you I wasn’t entertaining females at that current time,” He’d never actually tell her but he had majorly cringed when she had caught him on his naked day, he told himself it was self confidence issues of previously being fat. But infact it may be something to do with the fact that his pulse quickened whenever she was near him, and occasionally he got a strange feeling in the pit of his stomach. The first time he had experienced this he had put it down to a bad curry, but it was either a very fussy stomach bug that only turned nasty when she was about or… he liked her.
He listened to what she was saying, his facial expression carefully represented by the trademark “poker face” with the occasional twinge of fake thought. He raised his hand, twiddling his index finger and thumb on his non-existent evil villain goatee.
“Vell Miss Louis, one vas thinking of doing this…” mimicking the Hollywood version of a Russian villain’s stereotypical accent.
With that he lunged forward, hoisting her up onto his shoulders, he held her there moulded into his shoulders and walked back into the cubicle to grab his wallet before striding to the front of the store. He ignored her protests, he had expected so much. The occasional bunny hop would shut her up, yet he was careful not to hold her to tight or drop her, she was only fragile… well as fragile as Langston could be.
“Hey Jesse,” he grinned at the female staff member who raised an quizzical eyebrow before following it with a glare. He hadn’t called her back since the night after Lorna’s party. “I’ll take these trunks and the dress please,” giving a slight smirk.
“Cross dressing now Jake?” the blonde shop assistant spat. Jake looked at her before raising an eyebrow, fair enough she was beautiful, but she was the stereotypical cheerleader beautiful. Long blonde hair, blue eyes, small waist but he knew there would never be anything more than just the physical activity they had undertook last weekend. He thought she was aware of that too… obviously not.
“Obviously so, see you’re still as bitter as ever…” flashing her a pearly white grin. He turned round giving her access to zap both his trunks and Langston’s dress.
“That’ll be $123 then jerk,” he handed over the cash before being the handed the receipt.
“Being call an ass and a jerk within five minutes, whoa that’s an achievement even for me, Jesse you doing anything tonight? Come over again If you like,” It made him laugh how quickly her facial glare changed into a seductive smile.
“Sure, I’ll be there at 8,” she purred. With that he departed back into the changing rooms, and placed Langston gently back on her feet.
“The dress is my treat,” he walked into his cubicle before she could protest but hesitated in the doorway. He turned his body to face her, and settled his eyes on the floor.
“Langston… I don’t look fat do i?” he murmered. “Once a fat kid, always a fat kid,”

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[Langston Louis]

"LANGSTONLOUIS!

Once back on her feet, she could do nothing but ogle across the mirrored walkway- she realized idly that it could technically be called a catwalk- at her best friend of the opposite sex. Maybe her best friend of either sex, for that matter. All of the complaints that bubbled so freely from the lips just moments before while she’d been draped over his shoulder very unceremoniously dried up on the peachy pink flesh, withering away on her breath that didn’t seem to want to partner itself with any sort of sound. Basically, her lips were still shaping undecipherable phrases, but no words were coming out. Her mind, spun furiously to try and figure out what had just happened. Usually her mental system proved quick and agile enough to dodge around any of the ridiculous obstacles that Jake could put in her path; today it lulled and dragged, working sluggishly and over analyzing the simplest of actions to try and discover the deeper meaning behind them. It couldn’t have been that he just wanted to buy her the dress, agitate her a little along the way by hoisting her like a sack of potatoes over his shoulder, and happened to stumble upon an ex whatever and hook up again. There had to be something beneath it, something planned and cunning and purposeful. Something Jake…y? Yeah, something Jakey.

When sputtering finally managed to become accomplishable again, two comments battled to lunge across the short distance to snag their little talons into Jacob’s cerebellum. The first was “Doesn’t it bother you that you have her name in yours?” How much more egotistical could he get? The second was “I could have bought the dress for myself.” He knew that she could have; he knew that she wouldn’t have picked it up, let alone be trying it on, had she not been able to afford it. He knew that charity or gifts without warrant or proper motive got under her skin and irked her.

Both comments stopped short when he turned in the doorway of his own stall, looked down like a little kid caught doing something wrong, and asked if he was fat. Langston practically felt the vein burst in her forehead. He possessed the nerve to ask if he was fat before apologizing for treating her like an inanimate object!? She narrowed her eyes at him, keeping herself in check only by the sheer brilliance of a strong willpower. The words “Y’know, you are looking a little bit tubby,” begged to be loosed, to be set free on his self conscious and torture him so that he didn’t eat for weeks and eventually became as thin as a rail. But the thought of him with sallow skin, sharp protruding bones and so thin that when he turned sideways he virtually disappeared kept the words at bay. She exhaled sharply, praising and shaming her self control at the same time as she turned into her own stall to grab what belongings she’d brought with her, balling her clothes in one hand and throwing everything else in her purse. She unconsciously squared her shoulders and held her head a little higher in preparation for the upcoming battle with a wounded and only partially healed ego that she was going to be facing.

She stalked across the catwalk, working up a rant and pushing all other thoughts from her mind. It didn’t occur to her that the clerks were going to talk as she pushed Jacob back into his stall, kicking the door closed with her heel and locking it in one smooth motion that didn’t even require her to take her steady glare off of him. It never entered her mind what he would think she was up to, getting him alone in a cubicle that had a couch, as she dropped her belongings on the floor and took him by the shoulders, pressing him up against the back wall.

“For Christ’s sake, you are not fat! If you bring the subject up one more time, I think I may just end up stealing some anesthetic from the medical supplies room, drugging you in your sleep, and cutting out your stomach so you won’t have to worry about ever gaining weight again. And don’t think I can’t.” she added, positively growling now. So far she’d kept her voice low enough that no one outside of the stall would be able to hear them unless they were so nosy that they had their ear pressed to the crack between the door and the rest of the structure. “I know how to do an autopsy, and in an autopsy you’re required to poke and prod vital organs, and take them out if need be.”

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Posting with- Jacob Jesse Spencer/ open <3
Listening to- “Eyes On Fire” Blue Foundation
Word Count- 789
Notes- Since you’re god of everything but sneezes, can you make my phone stop ringing?

[Jacob Spencer]

J a c o b J

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By admiring ever intricate detail on the oak panelled floor, from the join of the two pieces to the natural erosion patterns scattered across the panes even down to the occasional scrap from women slipping in high heels on the polished surface- Jake missed her charge at him. He flew back into the panelling of the cubicle causing the foundations to shake, he was held against them securely by pale delicate hands that were locked onto his naked shoulders.
The next thing Jake did was very uncharacteristic for him in these kinds of situations. He normally seemed to have been blessed with the gift of quick thinking in any situation thus being the reason why he was still attending the university and not slammed up in some jail on one meal a day- though the thought did occur to him that he was lose a lot of weight on only one meal a day. He froze. His jaw slacked and he just stood there open mouthed staring at her, becoming more aware each second by the soft skin of her hands that were forcibly holding him against the wall. Once her rant was over and she was just stood there glaring at him, his mind finally kicked into action and began to process what she had infact just said- though the processing was at the pace of a virused up computer that was about to "kick the bucket"- (metaphorically speaking of course, he wasn't sure if bucket kicking computer had been invented yet, but give or take a few years and there¡¦s sure to be something along those lines on the market).
As the words sunk in his left eyebrow raised into a neat arch, more defined the further along his mind had processed the information she had just presented him with. A slow smirk slid across his face at the mention of drugging and prodding. With super fast reflexes that would have even put batman to shame, he spun around, so that Langston was now pressed into the cubicle panelling with his body forcibly keeping her there. His face broke into a smile that would have been described as "making the hearts of the female population swoon!" if this was a cheesy romance novel. He was aware at this point how much taller at his six foot three frame he was than her, oh and he was aware at the fact he was like half naked pushed into her as well. He leant his head downwards until his lips were next to her ear, gently tickled by her red curls.
"You so just want to drug me and prod around my 'internal' organs Louis, I can read you like a book, walking in on me on my naked days, threatening to dissect my 'internal' organs" his arms were braced on either side of her head. Leaning back he looked into her face, almost searching for something, he expected nothing more than a glare back. His face was still merely inches from her own, his body seemed to lean forward on its own accord, ignoring all imperatives from the virused up computer that was currently sending out warning signals. His lips parted slightly, he was so close that he could see every intricate detail of her's, even feel her sweet breath on his face.
The door flew open with a bang, nearly causing him to head butt Langston in the face. He sprang away from her, spinning round to face the intruder. Jesse. Who at this point was glaring heavily at the female figure behind him. It did occur to Jake how she'd actually gotten in, had she gone all Brokeback mountain and kicked the door in, until he noticed the key dangling in her hand.
"Jay, I just meant to ask did I leave my black lace lingerie set at yours? I seem to remember it being on your bedroom floor. I can't remember if I picked it up or not afterwards, I was a little preoccupied don't you think,¨ she purred, yet it was a menacing purr, the intent of the statement was clear to both him and Langston. Hands off. So there he stood, half naked, in a cubicle, looking suspiciously involved in x-rated activities, with two girls glaring at eachother. Every mans dream? HELL"

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[Langston Louis]

"LANGSTONLOUIS!

The wood was cool against her bare shoulder blades, though not the icy sting that it would have been had Jake not been occupying the space just before her. She shifted her weight slightly, the soles of her feet slide across the smooth surface to prevent the same chill from spreading across the backs of her exposed legs, letting herself slide down a couple more inches instead. Though this accomplished the elimination of the chill, it opened up more opportunity for Jacob to press himself against her. It felt weird, to be sandwiched between one surface that was as colder than something jammed in a refrigerator for months, the other pulsing heat as any good living human should. She let out a slow breath, holding the gaze of her human cage as he tormented the intentions behind her implication of drugging him and prodding around his internal organs. Her eyes narrowed a fraction of a millimeter every time his voice caressed the word internal, coating it in a slight sarcasm that implied air quotes encompassing the word. He didn’t believe she just wanted him to shut up about his weight? Her fingers twitched against the paneled wall, itching to poke him in the stomach just to prove that there was nothing but muscle on his lithe frame.

His breath on her ear hadn’t bothered her; he teased her with little carnal gestures like that all the time. Leaning in close and whispering insults her ear in an attempt at an erotic voice just to see how long it would take her to process what he’d said, grazing his teeth along her neck when circumstance allowed it, and pinning her in corners or against surfaces where she couldn’t wiggle past him were only some of the practices he’d used to torment her for unbeknownst reasons. But when he leaned in, lips parted and faraway look in his eye, her mind screamed in protest. Her heart thudded against her ribcage seeking some weak point from which it could take flight like the terrified little bird that it had become, fluttering up into her throat and choking off all protests that rushed up just a little too late.

A menacing purr that may as well have been a territorial growl sounded from the doorway shortly after a loud bang of wood on varnished wood that made Langston jump and Jacob jump away from her. Normally it would have been enough to earn a glare; what with Jesse apparently thinking that she and he were a couple or something. But under the current circumstances, green eyes turned appreciatively toward the other girl who’d just saved her from the moment of distress and speechlessness that prevented her from saving herself. Despite the mention of lingerie left in her friend’s room, which normally would have made her spine crawl at the idea of knowing anything about her friend’s sex life, she scooted away from the wall and out from behind her friend so that she could make a run for the exit as soon as it wasn’t occupied by the blonde.

She shifted uncomfortably from foot to foot: ball to toe to ball to heel, ball to toe to ball to heel. This would have been an awkward enough situation, she imagined, without her being there. Lover’s quarrels could get ugly, or heated, or some other thing that she didn’t want to be involved in. Adding in another person, make the person in the middle of the equation half naked with the added in person and put those two alone in a cubular shaped room, enter actual lover, and you get some really nasty consequences.

“I’m, uh, I’m gonna go now.” she stuttered, leaning down quickly and picking up her stuff before feebly pointing toward the door. She slipped past Jesse, who watched her even after she exited the “room” that her potential prey was in. The redhead’s hands went up in defense, the universal “I surrender” sign, before she disappeared into the stall she’d originally occupied before. She stripped of the dress, changing back into her grey thermal and her denim shorts, slouching back against the wall and staring up at the rafter ceiling and wondering just how she happened to get herself into these awkward situations and how they always happened to involve Jacob Spencer.

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Posting with- Jacob Jesse Spencer/ open <3
Listening to- TV
Word Count- 721
Notes- oh my God, not only did it work but there are chocolate chip cookies too
Additional notes- follow her idiot.

[Jacob Spencer]

J a c o b J

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Jake glared at Jesse, who was currently glaring at Langston. In all honestly it was just a big glare fest, if there was such a thing as a glarefest. This was like the Glastonbury of Glarefest’s. He could feel Langston twitching from foot to foot behind him, obviously uncomfortable, whether that was because they almost kissed or the fact that “lingerie girl” as she shall now be named was stood there staring her out as if her life depended on it.
““I’m, uh, I’m gonna go now.” Elle had muttered, he hadn’t called her that in a long time. Elle being the pronunciation of the letter L, not E-l-l-i-e as many illiterate people assumed. With that she had darted back into her cubicle, Jesse’s scowl had followed her, but once Elle was cleanly away in her own cubicle she turned on him.
“WHAT WAS THAT?!” “Lingerie girl” Jesse roared. Jabbing her finger and perfectly manicured nails as if her life depended on it, which was one thing that really pissed Jake off.
“Wha-“ he began before being cut off rudely by a hissy fit from the blonde WAG wannabe.
“WITH THAT SLUT, WHAT DO YOU THIN-“ She yelled, Langston was sure to hear it, infact civilisation within the next continent were sure to hear. Jake had had enough, he took a step forward pointing his own finger at the small blonde.
“Don’t. I repeat DON’T. YOU. DARE. EVER. TALK. ABOUT. MY. BESTFRIEND LIKE. THAT. he growled back to her in yet again perfect audible volume. “You’re calling her the slut, yet you’re the one who left their lingerie on my bedroom floor… do the maths sweet cheeks.” with that he grabbed his remaining clothes, he had managed to pull his jeans on quickly before he stormed past her slamming the cubicle door on the way out. He could hear Langston fumbling around in the cubicle near the end obviously wanting to get out of here.
“Oh and by the way. Don’t bother,” he turned and hissed at the blonde.
“Don’t bother what?” he blue eyes pulling open wide.
“Don’t bother coming over, tonight, next week, whenever. I’ll mail you your lingerie, but if you want my honest opinion… I think the dean would look better in it than you do, ever heard of less being more?” with that he turned on his heel and pushed open Langston’s changing room door. She was slouching against the wall, looking up to the rafters. He took a slow step towards her and took her small hand in his.
“Come on, lets get out of here…” he spoke softly, dragging her out slowly behind him- placing himself in-between Jesse and her.
“Jake… Jake… I didn’t mean it, I’m sorry,” Jesse walked after, a pleading look on her face. Jake turned slowly towards her.
“You called her a slut. No, sorry. She’s more important.” he avoided Langston’s gaze as they walked through the shop, he instead gazed at all the clothes trying to figure out what had actually just happened. He had just almost kissed Langston, his best friend, his partner is crime. Oh and to make matters even stranger he’d just turned down sleeping with a stunning girl because she’d be horrible to Langston. Man life was complex. It was only when he reached the door that he actually realized he was still gripping onto Langston’s hand, he dropped it quickly and felt a slight flush touch his cheeks. Once out onto the pavement he stopped and turned to face her, the odd pedestrian passed by on the sidewalk making utterances about not blocking the sidewalk and play in traffic if we wanted to be nuisance instead. He finally looked down meeting Langston’s eyes, he lifted a hand up to his head and ran in through his hair. This was his trademark action when he became stressed or nervous; when he was fat he used to do it all the time.
“Look about in there… I’m sorry… I don’t know what,” he looked at her, a pleading smile begging her to understand. It was then he felt a sharp jab in his side, he was about to spin around to face the person he assumed was Jesse begging to be taken back (to bed). The voice that matched this poke didn’t need any introducing, neither did its choice of words.
“Whoa Fatty. Check you, someone’s been working out,” Sophie. Stepsister-she-devil-Sophie. He froze just like he used to when they were in high school, when she’d bullied him. His eyes went downwards, he didn’t want to look at Langston at this point.
“Aren’t you going to introduce to your girlfriend little brother,” the voice scorned. Jake sighed in defeat and raised his eyes to meet Langston’s, except this time they were atleast ten times duller.
“Sophie, this is Langston-she’s not my girlfriend. Elle this is Sophie… my… stepsister,” he muttered his eyes focused downcast.


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notes: I TOLD YOU *smug grin* I could just eat some cookies but I don’t think many places will sell them at this time of night! LONDON IN EXACTLY 32 HOURS! *screams* and apparently there’s a celebrity guest. Last year it was hugh grant! [/blockquote][/blockquote][/center][/size]

[Langston Louis]

"LANGSTONLOUIS!

Head spinning, stomach churning with nausea that couldn’t be satisfied due to lack of substances she’d eaten earlier, Langston permitted herself to be lead out of the store. Under normal circumstances, she would have put up a big fuss about Jacob Spencer leading her by the hand out of the store like a parent leading a child who couldn’t be trusted not to wander off without guidance ensuring they wouldn’t. But given the fact that she’d just been called a slut by a girl that she’d seen for the first time only moments earlier to the comment heard by the entire western hemisphere and select parts of Europe, it seemed reasonable that all of the fight and spunk and cattiness had fled from her. Oh, she’d felt all of those emotions in the past moment. They appeared out of nowhere, starting in the pit of her stomach and brewing in her veins until they took root as a full pledged hurricane in her mind that almost propelled her off of the panel wall to claw the bitch’s eyes out for her nerve. The only thing that stopped her was her best friend jumping to her defense, broadcasting to the whole of the continent that the pot was trying to call the kettle black in a growl that made the redhead flinch away from the sound of it. She could only just imagine the look coupled with the startling uncharacteristic voice.

On the scratched pale grey pavement, his hand freed hers from the grasp it had trapped it in. She hadn’t even noticed until the heat left her. He avoided her scoping gaze, carefully taking an interest in the ground below his feet, only bringing it up to meet hers after a few incomplete thoughts placed tactfully together in an attempt to explain his reasoning behind defending her and ruining his chances with a potential fuck buddy. When their eyes finally did meet, green to green, she started. Pleading shone in his eyes, so deep and pure and unadulterated that it caught her off guard. She’d been expecting arrogance, or a carefree joke about the situation paired with a smirk that meant he didn’t care what the world threw at him next- he could handle it; never in her wildest dreams did she expect to find him pleading with her to understand, to just know what he was trying to say so he wouldn’t have to find the words that were escaping his mind’s reach in this chaotically confusing time. The corners of her lips twitched upwards at the corners to form a reassuring smile, declaring to him that she knew what he was trying to say, that it was okay and that he could quit bumbling for words.

Before she could say anything, another blonde came to interrupt the conversation. She briefly wondered if he had a reputation for only dating blondes that she somehow hadn’t heard about because girls hadn’t felt the need to tell her, knowing she was his best friend and nothing more. The addition of “little brother” to the end of her question disproved that theory- temporarily, at least. Cogs turned furiously to try and remember if he’d ever mentioned anything about an older sister… he had, once. What was her name, again? Sasha? Summer? Langston cast Jake a quick glance filled to the brim with curiosity, begging him to tell her the whole story when out of the presence of the girl giving off evil vibes. That she’d just been assumed to be his girlfriend didn’t bug her at all; it wasn’t the first time and it probably wouldn’t be the last.

“Sophie!” she exclaimed, interrupting Jake before he was done introducing the stepsister he obviously disliked as the name registered. If there was ever a time to put her acting skills to the test, now seemed appropriate: her accomplice kept finding himself between a rock and a hard place or at least unfavorable situations, and he could probably use an ego boost at the moment. Cue Langston, ego boost in little redheaded form. She sidled up next to Jake, ignoring the protests in her mind, and wrapped her arm around his waist before turning her eyes up to meet his. “Jay, you never told me your sister was in town!” As he denied her being his girlfriend, she giggled and turned her eyes down, feeling a lot like Scarlett O’Hara at having to remember all of the rules that had to be followed in this position. She swallowed her pride and unburied her inner pleasantness around strangers obviously disliked by people she liked, meaning that she’d dislike them too. “Oh, this is no time to modest! Of course I’m your girlfriend, silly.” She held out her hand, which Sophie took in handshake. “It’s nice to meet you.” she lied, smiling.

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Posting with- Jay/ open <3
Listening to- “Drowning (Face Down)” Saving Abel
Word Count- 806
Notes- I need a name for a civilian. Something male van der Meer

[Jacob Spencer]

J a c o b J

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Jake would walk across hot coals, lie on a bed of razor sharp needles and face the evil sea serpent rather than be in this situation. His mind which was still processing at the speed of a turtle, trying to grasp the end of whatever string was presented in front of him. He was mortified at the fact she’d just called him his old pet name “fatty” in front of Langston. She’d known about his weight issues, but never the undercurrent and reasoning for them. He felt somewhat vulnerable, like he’d been fully exposed to her, and not the naked day kind of exposure- she’d already witnessed all that. This felt a somewhat deeper exposure, whereas he could usually hide behind his jokes and pranks he no longer could. Everything would make sense to her now, the early morning phone calls regarding her weight, the moments when he laughed at himself when he did something wrong, everything would.
The hot pavement began to burn his feet yet he barely noticed, he was at this point avoiding both of the female’s gazes. The palm tree’s on the sidewalk were moving slightly as they were captured by the slight breeze that had settled itself upon the streets.
He felt an arm go around him, his eyes turned to look at Langston as she told the “she-devil” she was infact his girlfriend. He cringed inside, she knew why now. The jokes and pranks weren’t going to be a barricade anymore-she would understand why he was self-conscious.
“I didn’t know she was in town… if I did I would have left,” he muttered.
“Ah little brother don’t tell me you still have hard feelings. Me calling you fat obviously worked out for the better. Look at you now, you should be thanking me,”
He raised his eyes to glare at his step-sister. After all these years of not seeing her she still knew how to hit a nerve. “Back in high school, remember you dreamed of being one of these lads,” gesturing to him. “Now you are,”
“Sophie just shut up,” he looked at her plastering a false smile onto his face. She didn’t know him well enough to know it was fake, he assumed that being friendly and acting like he was taking it all in good nature would get her to drop the subject faster.
It seemed to work, but she just turned to Langston with her pearly white smile plastered across her face. With midriff long platinum blonde hair, blue eyes and tanned skin she resembled someone who would play the lead bitch in a “mean girls” style chick flick. Infact she wouldn’t even need to act, improvisation and she’d be up for an Oscar within the first opening credits of the movie.
He looked down at Langston who was still going for an Oscar of her own, who was now being grilled by his sister.
“You know Langston? Is it? Yeah we never thought Jacob would ever get a girlfriend, he never had a girlfriend throughout high school- infact I never even saw him talk to any girls- oh except you know the band freaks. He always used to sit with the computer freaks at the end of the cafeteria, and you’re really pretty as well. Sure you want to be with this one here? You should totally come over to our place, meet his Mum and my Dad, we can crack the old year books out. You seriously wouldn’t recognize him. He was over double the size of himself, quite short, longish hair, used to wear these ridiculous t-shirts with sayings such as “I facebooked your mum!” crazy ay. Well people change I suppose. He was voted “the guy most likely to work in burger king,”
CRINGE CRINGE CRINGE. Jake had the urge to just run to the train station and go. The past he had managed to leave behind was arising. He physically flinched under Langston’s arm at the mention of his high school life.
“Right. Ok. Sophie it’s been great seeing you again and give my Mum my love, but we’ve really got to go… you know how it is when your no longer fat, you can actually walk up a hill to go do something fun. Its great,” his voice thick through sarcasm. “Oh and just so you know, I like totally wouldn’t want you to be embarrassed but you’ve got visible pant lines… oh and your roots, well erm. I would give Jamie a call if I were you…” she totally hadn’t got either but he knew that would screw her up. Without another glance he grabbed Langston’s hand and led her away from the blonde “she-devil”. His mind jumbled about what he was going to say to her, and how to explain everything.
“I think that was the sign of the apocalypse… today is just not my day” he muttered. He leant his head against the brick wall, sighing heavily.


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Notes: muse is rather dead today strangely. [/blockquote][/blockquote][/center][/size]