What Real Life's Like (AU,CC,MATURE) Thread #1

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Post by baby_bre » Fri Jun 27, 2003 9:49 pm


I can't believe we're in the taxi actually on our way over to the house... I wonder what it'll be like... I've seen the shows other houses and you gotta say woah!! i ain't never even seen houses like they use... they're aint none in my town... but i can't wait to see the house.. i'm so nervous and excited at the same time...

Liz watches me and I smile at her... I was lost in thought... we'd been talking and stuff...

"I can't believe it... we're like going to be living with people we don't know..."

"I know." She says smiling.

"it's gonna be cool though... no parents watching every step.. no one expecting that you act a certain way ya know?"

I see from the look on her face she knows exactly what i'm talking about.... Liz seems really cool... i'd definetely like to get to know her.. she's definetly the type of person i could become close friends with real fast... my friends back home are cool.. but its like sometimes they only want to hang out with me cause i'm the 'jock boy' everyone knows me in my town... and i don't like it much.. the guys all fool around saying i am stupid for not enjoying the praise i get.. but i can throw a bal... kick a ball... hit a ball... etc you get the picture... big deal it ain't the biggest thing.. they should be praising people for other things...

"Yeah I do know what you mean." she says and i swear she just blushed.

"Well at least we know there will be one person in the house that i can relate to."

She looks confused... maybe she doesn't think very highly of her self.

I laugh "I was talking about you." I tell her and she blushes and smiles.

"Why did you try out for the show?" She asks me.

"I don't know... I wanted a change... I wanted to meet new people.. i love doing that... I wanted to go somewhere i could be whoever i wanted to be ya know?"

She nods and I smile at her...

"We're getting close." The taxi driver says.


"So why did you try out for the show Parker?" I ask her.

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Post by TheAntiHero » Sat Jun 28, 2003 12:47 am


"I take it your Tess Harding? I would normally shake your hand but as you can see my hand's are rather full right at this moment." the dark haired cute-ish geek walks up to me and asks.

"Yeah... I'm Tess..." I give him the mandatory once over. Nice shoes, cute... he's not hot but there's definitely potential. "...and you're Alex, so I guess we're going to be living together... nice to meet you Mr. Whitman."

Man he does have that geeky air about him doesn't he? Not to be mean... but is he Bill Gates' son or something? Ok uncomfortable silence... we can not have me looking stupid on TV. No sir.

"Ahh right... so... what're we supposed to do now?"
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Post by Luvya » Sat Jun 28, 2003 1:48 am


"It's Alex" I say not liking the formal tone. I give her the look over. Blonde curly hair.... tall... skinny.... looks a little like my old girlfriend Valandra.... man she was good.... in more ways than one.

"Ahhh right... so... what're supposed to do now?" She asks and I give her a slightly weird look.
"I think we are supposed to go to the house" Okay not to be mean here or anything but how big is her brain here? I have the itching to do a blonde joke but I don't want to get off on the wrong foot. I mean I'll be living with her so Yeah...

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Post by Sugarplum7 » Sat Jun 28, 2003 3:28 am

<center>~*~*~*~*~*~ Liz’s Part ~*~*~*~*~*~</center>

Kyle is really sweet. I don’t know if he noticed, but I am not all that used to getting compliments. I am leaning to the fact that he does, simply because he has caught me blush at least twice on the cab ride over to the house.

“So why did you try out for the show Parker?”

“I . . . I guess I just felt like a change.” I look over at him as the cab turns again. “I felt that I needed a change. I needed a chance to explore and see if I could find myself outside of the role I have in my family.” I look down at my hands before I add one thing more to my answer of his question. “I know. It sounds so silly. Going on television on a quest to find yourself. I thought it was a good idea at the time.”

“Here we are.” She says as she pulls up in front of a . . . mansion. “Have fun in Miami, you two.”

“Yeah,” I say still looking at the expansive estate before me. I get out of the car, completely awestruck. “Thanks,” I add as almost an afterthought as I hand over half of the cab fare.

I didn’t even know when Kyle took my bags out of the trunk, but the next thing I knew, he was motioning me to the front door.

“You don’t have to carry my bags!” I say, practically shout to him, and try to reclaim my luggage.

“It’s just to the entry of the house, Liz.”

I look at him and decide that getting into a fight over something so trivial is just silly and walk up to the doors, opening them for the both of us.

“This is amazing,” I say as I look around at the walls and windows. The ceilings are high, and in a room to the right of us, it looks like a parlor of some kind. There are sofas, loveseats, chairs, all looking incredibly plush, but comfortable and youthful, giving the room an inviting feel, a “lived in” feel. A grand piano is a little off to the side, with a picture window of the rest of the property.

“Can you believe this?” I hear Kyle say behind me. He must have left the bags by the door. At least that is what I think. My mind is still filled with this single room. I don’t even know what the rest of the house looks like, but this piano is amazing.

“Not really,” I say a little breathless. “This is beyond my dreams.”


I walk over to sit on the piano bench, lifting the cover to reveal the ivory keys. I touch them, almost reverently as I look back at Kyle.

“Hey,” he asked, sliding into one of the chairs by the piano, right beside where I was. “Do you play?”

“I used to. I stopped.”

“When?” His question was simple, and yet I had trouble answering.

“About five and a half months ago,” I finally say to him.

“Play,” he urges me.

“I’m not that great.”

“Please?” His eyes are so soft, and he seems to genuinely want to hear me play. I don’t think I should. I really am not that amazing. I did take lessons for numerous years, but I never thought I was as great as my peers.

“Okay,” I tell him. “But don’t say I didn’t warn you.” He nods and I settle myself in front of the keys. Silently I decide to play something from Sleeping Beauty. It was my favorite piece. That was probably because I loved that ballet. I loved that fairy tale. It was as though I hadn’t stopped playing those months ago as my fingers danced across the keys.

<center>~*~*~*~*~*~ End Liz’s Part ~*~*~*~*~*~</center>
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Post by baby_bre » Sat Jun 28, 2003 3:54 am


We pull up to the ... only one word can describe the place.. its a frickin mansion.... well we pull up and i think i've got the wrong house... i was about to tell the driver when Liz gets out... this place... its' BIG.... ok... huge... enormous.. and i love it.. its exactly the type of home i want to live in... they ain't got nothing like this back home...

I grab Liz's bags and i swear she is about to either slug me or argue with me... luckily she doesn't .. i can tell shes amazed by this place too.. i can't believe i'll be living HERE!

Liz opens the door and we go in.. i drop the luggage by the door and walk into the room... i look around... there's stairs winding up to what i think is the second floor... its beautiful.. its young.. it's everything i thought it'd be just by watching the other houses people lived in...

I walk in seeing Liz sitting on the bench of the piano.. she looks so content there... so at home.. yet so lost at the feel of the piano keys like she's torn...

“Hey,” I say plopping down into one of the chairs next to the piano where she's sitting. “Do you play?”

“I used to. I stopped.” she says and i smile at her.

“When?” I ask... i wonder why she stopped...

“About five and a half months ago,” she tells me after a long pause.

“Play,” I say urging her on...

“I’m not that great.” she says modestly.... i'll be the judge of that.. i still can't get over the fact that liz is so cool.. and that i'll be living with her.. I don't know what it is.. but i feel really comfortable around her.. i can be my self around her...

“Please?" I plead softly.. putting on my best puppy dog face...

“Okay,” she tells me. “But don’t say I didn’t warn you.” I nod and she starts up... its beautiful... its like a magical song has just started flowing from her finger tips.. she looks so at home.. i watch her closely as her fingers glide over the keys ... its perfect.. and she doesn't think she's good... she's brillant....

She finishes up and i can see the blush thats becoming all to familiar to me "That was not great... That was freaking brillant." I say.

"It wasn't all that great." she says her blush increasing.

"It was great. will you play me another?" I beg.


"Just one?"

"Ok." She starts on another song the music filling the room when I hear the door open.. my stomach turns when i hear voices.. ok.. brace yourself... but i can't help the nervousness that has come over me.

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Post by Sugarplum7 » Sat Jun 28, 2003 4:18 am

<center>~*~*~*~*~*~ Liz’s Part ~*~*~*~*~*~</center>

I can’t tell if Kyle is being completely honest or just humoring me. I don’t know, but I don’t really want him to get angry or start an argument over whether I should play or not. There isn’t much else that we can do here, being the only ones. I don’t want to miss it when the others get here. I am sure that they aren’t here. They would be just as anxious and nervous as I am to meet them. Okay, maybe not AS nervous or anxious, but they have to be feeling some anxiety and nervousness. Right?

I start to play another song. It is just another piece that I committed to memory. I got lost in the music of it all once more, letting the notes fill me as I proceed to hit the keys with a precision I have improved at over the years. I just lost myself in it all again. The feeling was something that I missed, but I was not going to admit it out loud. I didn’t have time to take lessons. And without lessons the skill will just atrophy over time.

I look up as I finish the piece to see that two more people had entered the room. One guy and one girl now sat beside each other on the couch that was adjacent to Kyle’s seat. They were looking at me . . . Almost like they were examining me from where they sat.

Quickly, I pull my hands from the keys and place them in my lap. Deciding that my hands are more interesting than looking at their scrutiny of me, I look at them. I don’t even glance up to look at Kyle. I don’t even know why I played. They probably hated it. Who our age likes to hear some strange girl play piano poorly?

<center>~*~*~*~*~*~ End Liz’s Part ~*~*~*~*~*~</center>

Hiya! I just wanted to post a little note saying that whoever wants to be the "mystery couple" that just entered the house can be them. Bre and I didn't do any descriptions because we didn't know who wanted to be there next. So just jump on into the situation if you want to. I hope at least one of the three couples will want to. LOL!

We thought it would be the right time, since Michael and Iz were last headed to a cab, and Tess and Alex were also on their way over. I think that Max and Maria could be also, or they could still be chatting at Starbucks, but if you guys want to be them, you can.

Ah, the beauty of open ends. LOL!

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Post by isabelle » Sat Jun 28, 2003 9:08 am


"What part of New Mexico do you live in?" she asks.

Most people I've met from out east aren't aware or even interested that there are "parts" of New Mexico. It's just one big desert to them. Most of them can't even name the capital. (Santa Fe.) And of course, there's always those who seem to think New Mexico isn't even part of the USA. I remember when my friend Rob got an aid package for college for "non-USA residents." So stupid.

Those who think they do know any more about New Mexico, are usually the UFO freaks who believe in the whole "crash of 47", and all they know is Roswell. Makes it real awkward if you are actually from Roswell, like me. I always used my college address when I was in school. Now, I'm glad I have a new apartment out of the city.

"The central southern part," I tell her. "I live in Hollywood, New Mexico." Shall I tell her, or just wait for her to ask? Oh what the heck. "It's about seventy miles west of Roswell."
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Post by ~Ruby~ » Sat Jun 28, 2003 9:29 am


"Be careful with them!" I order as Michael carries my bags into the house.
I gotta say I am so loving this house, its like home from home. Its smaller then home but its liveable and to think daddy was so sure that they were going to put as in a tiny little apartment.

As we enter I can hear someone playing a piano. Its not really my type of thing but daddy always used to have someone come in and play the piano at his dinner parties so I can can tell that this person whoever it is, is playing well.

I follow the music down to the hall and find two people in what I guess is the living room.

I sit down on the couch pulling down Michael beside me, I swear he must be simple because he has not said one word to me.

The girl stops suddenly looking down at her hands when she notices that we in the room.

"Wow that was really good. I am Isabel by the way, Isabel Anderson" I say extending my hand to the guy first and then the girl "And this is Michael." I state pointing to him

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Post by Sugarplum7 » Sat Jun 28, 2003 3:48 pm

<center>~*~*~*~*~*~ Liz’s Part ~*~*~*~*~*~</center>

"Wow that was really good. I am Isabel by the way, Isabel Anderson," she says extending her hand to me after extending it to Kyle. I take it, and shake it, gently.

Once we both pull back from the handshake, I look back down. “It wasn’t that great. I don‘t know why I played Chopin. I don‘t care for him that much,” I look up at them again. “I’m Elizabeth Parker, but everyone calls me Liz.”

She is extremely beautiful. Her hair is different shades of blonde, and she has it down, hanging around her shoulders. I can already tell that the guys are going to like living with her, but the other guy beside her seems a little indifferent. Kyle seems to be entranced. It appears that he has noticed her as well.

“The mute guy sitting over here is Kyle,” I say gesturing towards him.

“He’s Michael,” she says almost flippantly as she motions to the rather tall guy sitting beside her.

He isn’t handsome in the classic sense of the word. His hair is in complete disarray, and his clothes look horrid compared to her designer dress. But I can’t say that much considering that my khaki capris and pink top look like rags compared to what she is in.

“Are we the only ones here?” Isabel asked as she looked around the room once more.

“We are, to my knowledge. We decided just to wait here until the rest of you all arrived. Not too long after that Kyle had me play.

“I hope you excuse me for asking, but where are you from? I’m from Georgia,” I say. I hope she doesn’t think ill of me for asking. From her demeanor and dress I am pretty sure she isn’t from a small town.

<center>~*~*~*~*~*~ End Liz’s Part ~*~*~*~*~*~</center>

Small question: Did the rest of you want Liz to be from Roswell, Georgia? I didn’t know there was one, so I just found a like small town on the map (Darien, Georgia (I liked that name as well as Meridien, but Meridien was just way to far out in the middle of nowhere, even for Liz. They could only get mail through PO Box).
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Post by confrontations » Sat Jun 28, 2003 6:16 pm

Hey, bre, who made the melt in your mouth not in your hand thing? It's so cool. Candy ALL THE WAY!



As Isabel and Liz begin to chat, I glance over at whatever the hell his name was. Lyle or Kyle or something. He's practically drooling over Isabel, but he's managing to pull himself out of his trance long enough to join in the conversation.

I'm starting to think that maybe this was the wrong idea. None of the girls here seem interested in me. (I know, it's insane.) They seem like they're more interested in making friends than finding lovers. I guess I've only met two of the girls, but my relationship with Isabel already doesn't seem too promising, and the brunette, Liz, I think, seems like the total opposite of me.

I get up off the couch and start looking around the house. As I make my way up the stairs, I hear Isabel ask, "Where are you going?"

"Where do you think?" I ask in return. "To check out the bedrooms!"
Sweet and spicy . . . I'll have to keep that in mind . . .


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