ZAN
Stifling a yawn, I unlock the door of the apartment I share with my siblings and girlfriend. There is nothing in the world like coming home after a long shift at the hospital. I can’t wait to kiss Serena, shower and then crash out. A couple of hours sleep sound like heaven.
Dumping my rucksack in the hallway, I yank off my jacket and abandoned it next my bag. Isabel will give me hell when she sees that I’ve left my stuff in the hall again but at this moment I couldn’t give a damn about my sister’s bitching. All I want is some decent sleep.
“Hey bro,” I nod in greeting to Max as I walk pass him and towards my bedroom.
Music comes blaring out of the room at a deafening level as I open the door and discover Serena at her dressing table, applying what appears to be lip gloss or lip balm, I don’t know. Its something that goes on her lips and its something that I’m about to kiss right off.
I close the bedroom door.
“Hey baby,” I grin, striding across the room and closing the distance between us.
“Don’t you ‘hey baby’ me.” She orders, not even bothering to look at me.
I frown. Crap, what the hell have I done now? I haven’t even been in the room ten seconds and already she is mad at me. Did I forget a birthday, anniversary or something like that again?
I switch the music off before sitting on the bed and I yank off my boots as I ask, “What have I done now?”
“Done? What could you have possibly done?” She asks, swirling around to face me. “I haven’t seen you in the last three days.”
“You saw me yesterday night before I left for work.” I point out.
She gasps, her hazel eyes widening. “30 seconds don’t count.”
“I’m here now,” I state, tugging my t-shirt over my head and throwing it over my shoulder. “What did you do last night? And did you get my note about the tooth paste?”
“What did I do last night?” She hisses, her eyes snapping.
Crap, obviously that was the wrong thing to ask.
“I waited up for you, that’s what I did. And instead of enjoying the certain pleasures that you should have been giving me, I read a book. A frinkin book, Zan” She exclaims. “And then, like the pathetic idiot I am, I got jealous of the character in the book and had to stop reading. You ruined the whole book for me.”
I barely manage to duck out of the way as a book comes flying towards my head before crashing to the floor. “Damn it, baby.”
“Ugh! Damn you! Zan Evans, you are so annoying. I don’t know why I love you but God, help me, I do.”
“I’m here now,” I repeat my earlier statement as I stride back across the room towards her. Crouching down in front of her, I grin and push a kiss to the inside of her wrist, a extremely sensitive spot of hers, “And I’m all yours. I‘ll make it up to you.”
She snorts in what seems to be distaste and rolls her eyes but I can see her softening. I resist the urge to smirk with male pride. She’s never been able to resist me and the day she does, is the day I know that it is well and truly over. But I don’t see that day ever happening.
“I’ve got the whole day planned out for us,”
She raises an eyebrow in disbelief.
“We can take a long hot shower and then curl up in bed together. I‘ll do that thing you like and you can do that thing I like.” I murmur, caressing her jean covered knees with my thumb, slowly inching a little higher bit by bit. “And after that I’ll even let you put some trashy chick flick on and won’t whine one bit through it. I promise.”
“That’s because you’re be a sleep.” She says, rolling her eyes and pushing me away so that she can stand up. “And I can’t. I already have a date with two handsome guys, who actually want to spend time with me.”
I raise an eyebrow, “Who?”
She shrugs prettily and starts dropping some girly bits and pieces into a purse.
I stretch out on the bed we share and watch her move gracefully around the room. She can try and make me jealous all she wants, I know that she would never betray me because like she said only a few seconds ago, she loves me.
When she moves to the bedside table and starts rummage through the drawer, I make my move and pounce, yanking her into my lap in a ungraceful heap. I wrap one arm around her waist tightly, making sure that there is no escape for my lady love.
“Zan, I don’t have time for this.” She says, blowing a stray curl out of her face. “Alex and Seth are going to be here any second.”
I watch her lips move, my original plan to kiss that shiny lip stuff off her pretty lips returning to the front of my mind. I pull her forward so that our lips are barely touching, “Alex and Seth? So you’re not planning on leaving me for some pretty boy?”
She tuts, “Of course not.”
“Good because otherwise I would have to do my own laundry again,” I smirk as Serena gives a little scream of indignity and smacks her hand to my chest but before she can start to rant, I capture her lips in a kiss that holds promises of what is to come later. Its slow, hot and about as passionate as they come.
“I have to go,” She murmurs, caressing my chest with a feather light touch.
“Stay with me,” I whisper before nibbling her bottom lip as she sighs. She tastes like peaches and heaven.
“Mmmm, I can’t.” She says, pulling away and climbs off of me and the bed.
I groan as I close my eyes and lie back completely on the bed. I think I’m going to need a long cold shower after she is gone otherwise I’m never going to get any sleep.
A few seconds later, I feel her hair caress my face as she leans over me, her breathe is warm and sweet against my cheek. Not only does she tastes like peaches but she smells like them too.
“Get some sleep because you won’t be getting any when I get back,” She whispers huskily in my ear, her hand moving down my chest towards my jeans. Her hand stops just short of my waist and she presses a kiss to corner of my mouth.
“Tease.” I growl, smacking her playfully on the ass. “I’ll get you back for that.”
She laughs, “I’m counting on it.”
“Love you,” I mumble, rolling over onto my stomach and burying my face into a pillow, which smells of Serena.
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I'll post a Tess part tomorrow! Happy New Year, everyone!
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Ruby
SERENA
My heart gives that familiar skip as Zan mumbles he loves me. He loves me, I love him. It should be so simple. Why isn’t is simple?
I press a quick kiss to his shoulder blade before replying, “I love you too,”
He doesn’t say anything else. Sleep has already claimed him so I cover him lovingly with a blanket. I watch him for another minute before tiptoeing out of the room and closing the door as quietly as possible.
I head straight for the kitchen, ready for my second caffeine fix of the day. Max, Zan’s identical twin brother and one of my best friends, is already in the kitchen and I spare him a smile before hitting the caffeine. I cannot function without at least three cups of coffee in the morning and anyone who knows me understands this.
Sipping on the steaming black coffee aka the drink of the Gods, I sit down at the kitchen table opposite Max and start flicking through my mail. Bill, bill, crap, bill, crap, ooh a letter from my mom and then a load more junk mail.
“So, when is the lovely Ms. Deluca getting home?” I ask, referring to Max’s bubbly blonde girlfriend who lives across the hall from us. “I bet you’ve missed her the last couple of days, haven‘t you?”
*hugs*
Ruby
SERENA
My heart gives that familiar skip as Zan mumbles he loves me. He loves me, I love him. It should be so simple. Why isn’t is simple?
I press a quick kiss to his shoulder blade before replying, “I love you too,”
He doesn’t say anything else. Sleep has already claimed him so I cover him lovingly with a blanket. I watch him for another minute before tiptoeing out of the room and closing the door as quietly as possible.
I head straight for the kitchen, ready for my second caffeine fix of the day. Max, Zan’s identical twin brother and one of my best friends, is already in the kitchen and I spare him a smile before hitting the caffeine. I cannot function without at least three cups of coffee in the morning and anyone who knows me understands this.
Sipping on the steaming black coffee aka the drink of the Gods, I sit down at the kitchen table opposite Max and start flicking through my mail. Bill, bill, crap, bill, crap, ooh a letter from my mom and then a load more junk mail.
“So, when is the lovely Ms. Deluca getting home?” I ask, referring to Max’s bubbly blonde girlfriend who lives across the hall from us. “I bet you’ve missed her the last couple of days, haven‘t you?”
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great posts! 
ALEX
I sigh as I look at the house where our appartement - our new home, sweet home - is, big and not very great looking I must say. Looking over my shoulder, I briefly wonder if I should wake up Seth who's been sleeping for the last three hours but decide against it.
Getting out of the car and walking to the door where Seth is sitting, I play with the golden ring on my finger. I probably should take it off, it's been three years since Abby was killed after all. Or so I'm being told but ... too many good memories connected to that simple golden band.
And since I'm still not able to date without feeling like I'm cheating, it's not like the ring is bothering anyone. Maybe I should start dating again, after all, Seth needs a mother and he doesn't even remember Abby because he was too young when she died!
But he certainly misses a mother. Well, maybe ... new city, new surroundings and all that will make letting go easier.
I manage to get Seth out of the car without waking him, years of practice I tell you, and start my way to our new home. The neighborhood looks nice, I have to admit, trees and a playground for Seth.
Thank God that the apartement is already furnished and I don't have to take care of that anymore. That would have been more than annoying. I might even manage to get Seth into bed without him waking up on the way upstairs, he's tired enough after the long flight and then the drive.
I just hope there are some kids in his age here and that he gets along with the ones in his kindergarten. He didn't have any problems in Seattle so it would be horrible if he didn't feel at ease here.
Looking around once more, I sigh again and open the door, ready for another new beginning. Thank God that Serena lives here too! At least someone Seth and I already know ... next to Michael of course.
ALEX
I sigh as I look at the house where our appartement - our new home, sweet home - is, big and not very great looking I must say. Looking over my shoulder, I briefly wonder if I should wake up Seth who's been sleeping for the last three hours but decide against it.
Getting out of the car and walking to the door where Seth is sitting, I play with the golden ring on my finger. I probably should take it off, it's been three years since Abby was killed after all. Or so I'm being told but ... too many good memories connected to that simple golden band.
And since I'm still not able to date without feeling like I'm cheating, it's not like the ring is bothering anyone. Maybe I should start dating again, after all, Seth needs a mother and he doesn't even remember Abby because he was too young when she died!
But he certainly misses a mother. Well, maybe ... new city, new surroundings and all that will make letting go easier.
I manage to get Seth out of the car without waking him, years of practice I tell you, and start my way to our new home. The neighborhood looks nice, I have to admit, trees and a playground for Seth.
Thank God that the apartement is already furnished and I don't have to take care of that anymore. That would have been more than annoying. I might even manage to get Seth into bed without him waking up on the way upstairs, he's tired enough after the long flight and then the drive.
I just hope there are some kids in his age here and that he gets along with the ones in his kindergarten. He didn't have any problems in Seattle so it would be horrible if he didn't feel at ease here.
Looking around once more, I sigh again and open the door, ready for another new beginning. Thank God that Serena lives here too! At least someone Seth and I already know ... next to Michael of course.
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~Max~
“So, when is the lovely Ms. Deluca getting home?” Serena asks.
“I bet you’ve missed her the last couple of days, haven‘t you?” She questions.
I look at Serena's stark happy face, and I reply,
"She told me she'd be back in a couple of days?" I reply Serena.
I feel really weird expaining how I feel to people, sometimes, except Zan and Serena. They are my best friends, so it easy to tell them things. Honestly, I feel like there's a huge space between me and Maria, and I have no clue to explain that to them.
Maybe, this is what I need, to hang out with my friends. I look around the room and just stare out of space. Then, my thoughts get all jumbled up.
We all are just having a meal, and just relaxing. Today feels okay, I guess. What's the worst that can happen?
“So, when is the lovely Ms. Deluca getting home?” Serena asks.
“I bet you’ve missed her the last couple of days, haven‘t you?” She questions.
I look at Serena's stark happy face, and I reply,
"She told me she'd be back in a couple of days?" I reply Serena.
I feel really weird expaining how I feel to people, sometimes, except Zan and Serena. They are my best friends, so it easy to tell them things. Honestly, I feel like there's a huge space between me and Maria, and I have no clue to explain that to them.
Maybe, this is what I need, to hang out with my friends. I look around the room and just stare out of space. Then, my thoughts get all jumbled up.
We all are just having a meal, and just relaxing. Today feels okay, I guess. What's the worst that can happen?
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Great post, Trude!
TESS
Crap, crap, crap. Am I late? I think I might be late. Damn it, why don’t I own a watch. Mental note: buy a watch next time I go shopping. A silver one with a pink face. Or maybe one of those charm bracelet watches. They are cute. Why don’t I own one? I really should.
Crap, crap, crap. I’m getting sidetracked and I promised Maria that I would be at the apartment all morning, making sure that it was shipshape before Liz moves in today. But in my defense, we needed milk and then I saw the cutest pair of shoes that will go perfectly with my Donna Karen dress that I haven’t been able to wear because I didn’t have the right shoes.
Crap, sidetracked again.
I push open the apartment door and quickly dump my bags onto the kitchen table before setting to work. I need to start cleaning this mess up and Maria said something about baking or cooking some bread so that it smells homely or something like that, I don’t know, I wasn‘t really listening. But I bought some bread at the store so I’ll just bung that in the oven.
Grabbing some magazines, I shove them behind some pillows on the couch and kick some other bits and pieces under the couch while I’m there before quickly wiping the thick layer of dust off of the mantelpiece. That is so disgusting. But that’s the living room done. I need to load the dishwasher, close the door to Maria’s bedroom and then put all my new things away in their new home.
There’s a soft knock at the door. Crap, is that Liz? She’s early, I think. I don’t know. I really need to get a watch. Maybe I could pop back out and get one. There’s another knock and I rush to the door, ready to meet and greet our new roommate or whoever is at the door. I hope that it is someone selling watches!
TESS
Crap, crap, crap. Am I late? I think I might be late. Damn it, why don’t I own a watch. Mental note: buy a watch next time I go shopping. A silver one with a pink face. Or maybe one of those charm bracelet watches. They are cute. Why don’t I own one? I really should.
Crap, crap, crap. I’m getting sidetracked and I promised Maria that I would be at the apartment all morning, making sure that it was shipshape before Liz moves in today. But in my defense, we needed milk and then I saw the cutest pair of shoes that will go perfectly with my Donna Karen dress that I haven’t been able to wear because I didn’t have the right shoes.
Crap, sidetracked again.
I push open the apartment door and quickly dump my bags onto the kitchen table before setting to work. I need to start cleaning this mess up and Maria said something about baking or cooking some bread so that it smells homely or something like that, I don’t know, I wasn‘t really listening. But I bought some bread at the store so I’ll just bung that in the oven.
Grabbing some magazines, I shove them behind some pillows on the couch and kick some other bits and pieces under the couch while I’m there before quickly wiping the thick layer of dust off of the mantelpiece. That is so disgusting. But that’s the living room done. I need to load the dishwasher, close the door to Maria’s bedroom and then put all my new things away in their new home.
There’s a soft knock at the door. Crap, is that Liz? She’s early, I think. I don’t know. I really need to get a watch. Maybe I could pop back out and get one. There’s another knock and I rush to the door, ready to meet and greet our new roommate or whoever is at the door. I hope that it is someone selling watches!
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~~~~~ISABEL~~~~~
I walk into the studio and switch the lights on. Today Im photographing a Mr Kyle Valenti...hes a star quarter back. I had a look at some of his previous photo shoots and at least hes photogenic and rather good-looking.
I switch some lamps on and give the white back round a quick check for dust, but it looks fine. I had to be up early so I didnt see my brothers or Serena. But thats the usual for me. Leave early, come back late.
I put some film in the camera and check to see its working correctly, which it is. I smile and pat my camera. I love my job and I love my family....there my world.
I cross over to the studio window and look out. Then why arent I happy? Why do I feel like...this. I sigh, as I hear someone coming up the steps to my studio. I run my fingers through my hair and smile, as I see the person enters.
~~~~~ISABEL~~~~~
I walk into the studio and switch the lights on. Today Im photographing a Mr Kyle Valenti...hes a star quarter back. I had a look at some of his previous photo shoots and at least hes photogenic and rather good-looking.
I switch some lamps on and give the white back round a quick check for dust, but it looks fine. I had to be up early so I didnt see my brothers or Serena. But thats the usual for me. Leave early, come back late.
I put some film in the camera and check to see its working correctly, which it is. I smile and pat my camera. I love my job and I love my family....there my world.
I cross over to the studio window and look out. Then why arent I happy? Why do I feel like...this. I sigh, as I hear someone coming up the steps to my studio. I run my fingers through my hair and smile, as I see the person enters.
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*hugs* I hope that you feel better soon, chica.(ooc: hope this is ok, Im not very well, so this is a fairly quick post!)
KYLE (temp)
“I really don’t feel comfortable with this,” I mumble into my cell phone to Laura, my personal assistant as I make my way to Isabel Evan’s studio. “I’m a football player, not a male model.”
“Isabel Evans is one of the best photographers in the business.” Laura replies and I can hear the rustling of paper on the other end of the phone. “Her photographs are tasteful and fought over. You’re lucky that she was able to fit you in.”
“Yeah, I know all this. You told me the exact same thing morning and like I said, I’m not a male model.” I say, pushing open the door to the studio. I smile at the receptionist and she motions for me to follow her, obviously recognizing me straight away, up a flight of stairs.
“You’re hot, Kyle and women everywhere are looking forward to buying next month’s copy of Cosmo so that they can drool over extremely hot photographs of you that do not involve a football and a ton of mud. They are looking forward to reading the interview and finding out what your favorite color is or your favorite food so.”
I feel myself flush at Laura’s words. I’ve never been too comfortable with my newfound sex symbol status. Sure, like most guys, I enjoy the attentions of women but lately it has gotten a little crazy, like stalker crazy.
“I’m still not happy about this.” I mumble.
“Just do as Isabel says and everything will be great.” Laura orders. “I’ve gotta go. I need to go and pick your dry cleaning up. Have fun.”
She hangs up before I can say anything else and I roll my eyes. I guess this is what happens when you employ one of your best friends as your personal assistant.
As I walk into the studio, I’m slightly surprised at the blonde that greets me with a bright smile. Damn, Isabel Evans looks like she should be in front of the camera, strutting like a supermodel, instead of behind it.
“Isabel Evans?” I ask with a smile. “I’m Kyle Valenti, it is a pleasure to meet you.”
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~~~~~ISABEL~~~~~
“Isabel Evans?” the man asks with a smile playing at his face. “I’m Kyle Valenti, it is a pleasure to meet you.”
I smile. Yes his photos dont lie! A rather attractive man.
"Welcome" I say as I cross the room towards him. "Please make yourself comfortable." I say as I gesture towards a coat rack.
"I have a wardrobe through there if you want to get changed, but I must say you look great in what your wearing so I wouldnt bother" I say taking him in.
I walk over to the drinks cabinet. "Would you like a drink? Tea? Coffee? Something stronger?" I ask politely. "And whenever your ready we can get started" I add.
~~~~~ISABEL~~~~~
“Isabel Evans?” the man asks with a smile playing at his face. “I’m Kyle Valenti, it is a pleasure to meet you.”
I smile. Yes his photos dont lie! A rather attractive man.
"Welcome" I say as I cross the room towards him. "Please make yourself comfortable." I say as I gesture towards a coat rack.
"I have a wardrobe through there if you want to get changed, but I must say you look great in what your wearing so I wouldnt bother" I say taking him in.
I walk over to the drinks cabinet. "Would you like a drink? Tea? Coffee? Something stronger?" I ask politely. "And whenever your ready we can get started" I add.
I have no life, lol.
KYLE temp
“Would you like a drink? Tea? Coffee? Something stronger?” She asks in a business like tone before adding. “And whenever your ready we can get started”
“No thank you. I would rather get started straight away on the shoot.” I say, deciding that the sooner I start, the sooner I’ll finish. I shrug off my coat and place it on a hanger.
I can’t help shifting uncomfortably when I see the camera and lighten equipment. I’ve never been that comfortable around cameras even when I was a kid. In most of the photos that my parents have of me, I look bashful and awkward. Not a good look.
I can’t put into words how relieved I am that I don’t have to change. Last night, I had nightmares about being made to wear a hideous costume or nothing but a football. But now, I’m starting to feel slightly at ease. At least there is more of a chance of these photos actually looking like me instead of some unrecognizable airbrushed Sex God.
“I’m actually a little nervous.” I admit. “I don’t do too good with cameras. I feel a bit of an idiot every time I’m around one.”
KYLE temp
“Would you like a drink? Tea? Coffee? Something stronger?” She asks in a business like tone before adding. “And whenever your ready we can get started”
“No thank you. I would rather get started straight away on the shoot.” I say, deciding that the sooner I start, the sooner I’ll finish. I shrug off my coat and place it on a hanger.
I can’t help shifting uncomfortably when I see the camera and lighten equipment. I’ve never been that comfortable around cameras even when I was a kid. In most of the photos that my parents have of me, I look bashful and awkward. Not a good look.
I can’t put into words how relieved I am that I don’t have to change. Last night, I had nightmares about being made to wear a hideous costume or nothing but a football. But now, I’m starting to feel slightly at ease. At least there is more of a chance of these photos actually looking like me instead of some unrecognizable airbrushed Sex God.
“I’m actually a little nervous.” I admit. “I don’t do too good with cameras. I feel a bit of an idiot every time I’m around one.”