SERENA
“Coolness.” I murmur over the rim of my coffee mug before taking another heavenly sip as I begin to flick through a music magazine that someone had given me last night at the club. Apparently, there is a small article about The Wreak, my club, in the magazine that I had just had to check out.
I glance at Max from the corner of my eye and can’t help but wish that it he was Zan. Chances are Max is probably wishing that I was Maria.
Do I envy Max and Maria’s relationship? The question seems to pop into my head out of nowhere but the answer quickly follows. No, I don’t. Zan and I may have our problems but so do Maria and Max. There’s always been a weird vibe about their relationship, although I’ve kept that thought pretty much to myself. Its almost as if something doesn’t fit.
Maybe I’m just comparing Max to Zan too much. They might be identical twins but they are as different as night and day. And sometimes it easy to forget that Max is his own person, I get so caught up in my feelings for Zan that I forget that anyone else even exists. I know it sounds so bad but Zan just has this…this power over me. Its crazy for sure.
“Maria and Tess’s new roommate is moving in today, isn’t she?” I comment, remembering that Tess had mentioned something last night about the girl moving in today. “I wonder what she is like. Tess said that she was a writer and brunette. So it will be nice to have another brunette girl living in the building.”
I glance at my watch, “I might head over there for a couple of minutes and see if Tess needs any help. You know what she is like, a disaster waiting to happening.”
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“No thank you. I would rather get started straight away on the shoot.”
I smile at him. "No problem" I say as I walk around to behind the camera.
“I’m actually a little nervous.” he says “I don’t do too good with cameras. I feel a bit of an idiot every time I’m around one.”
I smile. "I really dont know why. I took a look at other photos of you and there good, your very photogenic" I say.
I put out a stool for him. "Please sit Mr Valenti" I say as I go back round behind the camera. "I was thinking that these photos would be very...natural. Show more of your sensitive side." I say. "So perhaps if you sit sideways, and look at the door and when I call you you look at me and Ill take the picture. It will also help you be a little less nervous" I say giving him a smile. "Is that ok?" I ask.
“No thank you. I would rather get started straight away on the shoot.”
I smile at him. "No problem" I say as I walk around to behind the camera.
“I’m actually a little nervous.” he says “I don’t do too good with cameras. I feel a bit of an idiot every time I’m around one.”
I smile. "I really dont know why. I took a look at other photos of you and there good, your very photogenic" I say.
I put out a stool for him. "Please sit Mr Valenti" I say as I go back round behind the camera. "I was thinking that these photos would be very...natural. Show more of your sensitive side." I say. "So perhaps if you sit sideways, and look at the door and when I call you you look at me and Ill take the picture. It will also help you be a little less nervous" I say giving him a smile. "Is that ok?" I ask.
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great posts 
hope this is alright
ALEX
Finding Serena's door, I carefully shift Seth in my arms slightly so I can knock. I briefly considered getting Seth into our new apartement but decided against it since I didn't want him to wake up alone in a new place.
Besides, it's about time that he and Serena meet up agian. That is, if he wakes up anytime soon. Knocking again, I hope that Serena is home.
hope this is alrightALEX
Finding Serena's door, I carefully shift Seth in my arms slightly so I can knock. I briefly considered getting Seth into our new apartement but decided against it since I didn't want him to wake up alone in a new place.
Besides, it's about time that he and Serena meet up agian. That is, if he wakes up anytime soon. Knocking again, I hope that Serena is home.
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Maria
Wow. Well, that meeting could not have gone any worse. I mean, seriously, when I told that little joke to lighten the mood, who was to know that it would insult our future - well, not anymore - client?
My hands search through my large carry on, as I trudge into the airport terminal in shoes that are slowly cutting off the circulation to each of my poor feet. Tess bought these shoes for me. Damn her for liking things because they are pretty and not practical. And now I'm going to be late for my flight because I can't find my ticket. People are rushing at me from every direction so I move to a nearby corner and lean against the wall to continue my search. Sliding down to a seated position I pull the bag off my shoulder and dig through it frantically. Tears are falling from my eyes as another thing latches itself on to my already horrible day, and I wipe them away with the sleeve of my sweater before anyone can see.
Finally I come up triumphant, holding in my hand the ticket to my flight and a bottle of essential oils; the calming kind. Taking a quick whiff, I grasp the ticket in my hand and straighten myself out before standing up once again. I march over to the desk to hand in my ticket, ignoring the pain that my feet feeling, and place it on the counter. The lady takes it, then points me in the right direction, so I take off, not stopping to think until I've set foot on the airplane. Now what seat am I in?
Looking down at the card I see 27b and head for economy class, passing by the curtained doorway that leads to first class. What I wouldn't give to be sitting up there instead. With my carry on in tow, I go down the aisles, spotting my seat a few moments later. Great. On one side of my is an abnormally obese man who looks as though he is sweating off pounds as we speak, and on the other is an old woman who smells as if she's wearing a gallon of horribly cheap perfume.
Squeezing myself in, I check to make sure that everything is working, only to find that my seatbelt won't buckle. That is so not a good sign. I mean, I hate flying as it is, and this seat just doesn't feel safe. Pressing the button for service, I wait impatiently for a flight attendant to come by.
"Excuse me, miss? Is there a problem?" A woman asks not a minute later, smiling kindly at me.
"Um, my seatbelt isn't working, could I be transferred into another seat?" I ask politely, showing her the evidence; a broken clip thing that won't allow the belt to buckle in.
"Oh, of course," She says, still in that professionally polite voice. Why didn't I become a flight attendant? It seems easy enough...oh yeah. I hate flying. Grabbing my carryon, I walk to the front of the aisle with her, and she gives me a secretive glance.
"Miss, there aren't any more seats here, but we have a seat in first class, would yo ulike to take it?"
First class? Um, hello. Yes. "Is there extra cost?" I ask, hoping to god that she says no.
"No, of course not. It's courtesy of the plane because your seat isn't in good condition." She says, winking at me, and that's when I notice several empty seats in the economy section.
"I'll take the seat, thank you very much," I say with a smile, following her to where she is going to seat me. So, this day seems to be looking up. That's good.
"Miss, is this seat to your liking?" She asks at a whisper, pointing at an empty seat next to a very good looking man. Very good looking. Emphasis on the good. Suddenly my day seems much brighter.
"Oh yes, thank you so much," I reply, smiling as she leads me to where she was pointing and watches while I get situated.
"Your welcome, and if you need anything, feel free to ask for Julie," She says as parting words, pointing at her nametag before walking away. So this is first class.
I test everything, and find the seatbelt to be in good working order, before stowing my carry on once again above me, before turning to the handsome gentleman seated beside me.
"Hi, my name is Maria." I've always been one to introduce myself to strangers, and on planes, it's more relaxing to talk to someone then to sit there and fathom the many ways you could die if the plane were to crash.
(hope this works!)
Wow. Well, that meeting could not have gone any worse. I mean, seriously, when I told that little joke to lighten the mood, who was to know that it would insult our future - well, not anymore - client?
My hands search through my large carry on, as I trudge into the airport terminal in shoes that are slowly cutting off the circulation to each of my poor feet. Tess bought these shoes for me. Damn her for liking things because they are pretty and not practical. And now I'm going to be late for my flight because I can't find my ticket. People are rushing at me from every direction so I move to a nearby corner and lean against the wall to continue my search. Sliding down to a seated position I pull the bag off my shoulder and dig through it frantically. Tears are falling from my eyes as another thing latches itself on to my already horrible day, and I wipe them away with the sleeve of my sweater before anyone can see.
Finally I come up triumphant, holding in my hand the ticket to my flight and a bottle of essential oils; the calming kind. Taking a quick whiff, I grasp the ticket in my hand and straighten myself out before standing up once again. I march over to the desk to hand in my ticket, ignoring the pain that my feet feeling, and place it on the counter. The lady takes it, then points me in the right direction, so I take off, not stopping to think until I've set foot on the airplane. Now what seat am I in?
Looking down at the card I see 27b and head for economy class, passing by the curtained doorway that leads to first class. What I wouldn't give to be sitting up there instead. With my carry on in tow, I go down the aisles, spotting my seat a few moments later. Great. On one side of my is an abnormally obese man who looks as though he is sweating off pounds as we speak, and on the other is an old woman who smells as if she's wearing a gallon of horribly cheap perfume.
Squeezing myself in, I check to make sure that everything is working, only to find that my seatbelt won't buckle. That is so not a good sign. I mean, I hate flying as it is, and this seat just doesn't feel safe. Pressing the button for service, I wait impatiently for a flight attendant to come by.
"Excuse me, miss? Is there a problem?" A woman asks not a minute later, smiling kindly at me.
"Um, my seatbelt isn't working, could I be transferred into another seat?" I ask politely, showing her the evidence; a broken clip thing that won't allow the belt to buckle in.
"Oh, of course," She says, still in that professionally polite voice. Why didn't I become a flight attendant? It seems easy enough...oh yeah. I hate flying. Grabbing my carryon, I walk to the front of the aisle with her, and she gives me a secretive glance.
"Miss, there aren't any more seats here, but we have a seat in first class, would yo ulike to take it?"
First class? Um, hello. Yes. "Is there extra cost?" I ask, hoping to god that she says no.
"No, of course not. It's courtesy of the plane because your seat isn't in good condition." She says, winking at me, and that's when I notice several empty seats in the economy section.
"I'll take the seat, thank you very much," I say with a smile, following her to where she is going to seat me. So, this day seems to be looking up. That's good.
"Miss, is this seat to your liking?" She asks at a whisper, pointing at an empty seat next to a very good looking man. Very good looking. Emphasis on the good. Suddenly my day seems much brighter.
"Oh yes, thank you so much," I reply, smiling as she leads me to where she was pointing and watches while I get situated.
"Your welcome, and if you need anything, feel free to ask for Julie," She says as parting words, pointing at her nametag before walking away. So this is first class.
I test everything, and find the seatbelt to be in good working order, before stowing my carry on once again above me, before turning to the handsome gentleman seated beside me.
"Hi, my name is Maria." I've always been one to introduce myself to strangers, and on planes, it's more relaxing to talk to someone then to sit there and fathom the many ways you could die if the plane were to crash.
(hope this works!)
Awesome posts, guys.
Fehr'sBear: Your Maria post was amazing. It was perfect.
I'll post a Serena post tomorrow 'cause I gotta get some sleep now.
KYLE(temp)
“I really don’t know why. I took a look at other photos of you and there good, your very photogenic” She says with a smile as she set about setting up some more equipment.
I can’t help grinning at her words. Wow, I don’t think I’ve ever been called photogenic before but that’s probably because I avoid cameras every chance I have. I must be the least photographed player on the New York Giants team. I think at one stage some fans said that I was deformed and that was why no one had ever seen me. Yeah, that rumor amused me for a while but I quickly nipped it in the bud. It is not good for the ego after all.
“Please sit Mr Valenti” Isabel says from behind her camera. "I was thinking that these photos would be very...natural. Show more of your sensitive side. So perhaps if you sit sideways, and look at the door and when I call you, you look at me and I’ll take the picture. It will also help you be a little less nervous. Is that ok?"
“Sensitive side?” I laugh, “Don’t make me look too sensitive. I don’t want to take any unnecessary beating on the field.”
There’s a click, which is quickly followed by a flash. Wow, I was no expecting her to take a picture then. She could have given me a little warning.
“That was great,” She murmurs, still peering at me through the lens of her camera.
I rub the back of my neck, feeling awkward again. “I don’t know about that.”
She ignores me and continues to snap away with her camera and before I can stop myself I say,
“You’re beautiful. You should be in front of the camera. Not behind it.” I feel my neck start to burn with embarrassment. Ah, if the guys on the team could see me now. They would be beat me and I would welcome it. “What I mean is, you could have been a model. Why did you choose to hide behind the camera?”
Fehr'sBear: Your Maria post was amazing. It was perfect.
I'll post a Serena post tomorrow 'cause I gotta get some sleep now.
KYLE(temp)
“I really don’t know why. I took a look at other photos of you and there good, your very photogenic” She says with a smile as she set about setting up some more equipment.
I can’t help grinning at her words. Wow, I don’t think I’ve ever been called photogenic before but that’s probably because I avoid cameras every chance I have. I must be the least photographed player on the New York Giants team. I think at one stage some fans said that I was deformed and that was why no one had ever seen me. Yeah, that rumor amused me for a while but I quickly nipped it in the bud. It is not good for the ego after all.
“Please sit Mr Valenti” Isabel says from behind her camera. "I was thinking that these photos would be very...natural. Show more of your sensitive side. So perhaps if you sit sideways, and look at the door and when I call you, you look at me and I’ll take the picture. It will also help you be a little less nervous. Is that ok?"
“Sensitive side?” I laugh, “Don’t make me look too sensitive. I don’t want to take any unnecessary beating on the field.”
There’s a click, which is quickly followed by a flash. Wow, I was no expecting her to take a picture then. She could have given me a little warning.
“That was great,” She murmurs, still peering at me through the lens of her camera.
I rub the back of my neck, feeling awkward again. “I don’t know about that.”
She ignores me and continues to snap away with her camera and before I can stop myself I say,
“You’re beautiful. You should be in front of the camera. Not behind it.” I feel my neck start to burn with embarrassment. Ah, if the guys on the team could see me now. They would be beat me and I would welcome it. “What I mean is, you could have been a model. Why did you choose to hide behind the camera?”
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“Sensitive side?” he laughs, “Don’t make me look too sensitive. I don’t want to take any unnecessary beating on the field.”
Whilst hes relaxed I quickly snap a picture.
“That was great,” I murmur as I get ready to take another.
I hear him mutter something but Im busy in my "zone", taking the pictures. He really is photogenic. I start snapping away.
“You’re beautiful. You should be in front of the camera. Not behind it."
I blink and move my head away from the camera. I was sooo not expecting that.
“What I mean is, you could have been a model. Why did you choose to hide behind the camera?”
I swallow. I dont like discussing that, but hes the client, and he gets to talk about what he wants to...
"I wanted to be a model, but after the first shoot I realised it would take me away from my family. And I couldnt live with that. So I went for behind the camera instead." I say.
I give my self a little shake and position myself behind the camera.
"Smile" I tell him as I take another picture. "So why did you want to be a football player?" I ask politely. "Because you could have been a model too" I tell him.
“Sensitive side?” he laughs, “Don’t make me look too sensitive. I don’t want to take any unnecessary beating on the field.”
Whilst hes relaxed I quickly snap a picture.
“That was great,” I murmur as I get ready to take another.
I hear him mutter something but Im busy in my "zone", taking the pictures. He really is photogenic. I start snapping away.
“You’re beautiful. You should be in front of the camera. Not behind it."
I blink and move my head away from the camera. I was sooo not expecting that.
“What I mean is, you could have been a model. Why did you choose to hide behind the camera?”
I swallow. I dont like discussing that, but hes the client, and he gets to talk about what he wants to...
"I wanted to be a model, but after the first shoot I realised it would take me away from my family. And I couldnt live with that. So I went for behind the camera instead." I say.
I give my self a little shake and position myself behind the camera.
"Smile" I tell him as I take another picture. "So why did you want to be a football player?" I ask politely. "Because you could have been a model too" I tell him.
SERENA
As I walk to the door, I’m slightly surprised by a unexpected knock, which is quickly followed by another knock. Hmm, I wonder who it is. Maybe its my original Prince Charming come to whip Zan into shape or maybe its…
“Alex.” I squeal with excitement as I fling open the door.
I can’t believe that he is finally here. Its been so long since I’ve seen him properly and wow, Seth has gotten so big. I haven’t seen the pair since I flew to Seattle two years ago for a visit and emails and phone calls aren’t really the same as the real thing, are they?
“Shush,” He says, nodding his head at Seth. “Are you going to invite us or what?”
“Sorry!” I whisper with a huge smile, opening the door wider so that he can walk past me. “I can’t believe you’re finally here. Its been so long, too long if you ask me.”
When I got Alex’s phone call earlier in the month, saying that him and Seth were moving to New York, I was so happy. I’ve been trying to get him to move to New York for years, especially after Abby’s unexpected death. He should have been around family then but at least he had Michael, Abby’s brother, to help him out when he needed it.
But now he’s got me as well and I plan on making sure that he finds happiness again. The wedding band on his finger a big sign that he hasn’t moved on completely yet. I know that he loved Abby, she was his wife after all, but it has been three years and I know that she wouldn’t want him to mourn her forever.
“Did you want to put him in Izzy’s bedroom?” I ask, still speaking in a whisper.
Its strange to think that Alex hasn’t actually met Zan, Isabel and the others yet. They’ve all been such a large part of my life these past couple of years, Zan especially. I can’t wait for Alex to meet everyone and get to know them.
As I walk to the door, I’m slightly surprised by a unexpected knock, which is quickly followed by another knock. Hmm, I wonder who it is. Maybe its my original Prince Charming come to whip Zan into shape or maybe its…
“Alex.” I squeal with excitement as I fling open the door.
I can’t believe that he is finally here. Its been so long since I’ve seen him properly and wow, Seth has gotten so big. I haven’t seen the pair since I flew to Seattle two years ago for a visit and emails and phone calls aren’t really the same as the real thing, are they?
“Shush,” He says, nodding his head at Seth. “Are you going to invite us or what?”
“Sorry!” I whisper with a huge smile, opening the door wider so that he can walk past me. “I can’t believe you’re finally here. Its been so long, too long if you ask me.”
When I got Alex’s phone call earlier in the month, saying that him and Seth were moving to New York, I was so happy. I’ve been trying to get him to move to New York for years, especially after Abby’s unexpected death. He should have been around family then but at least he had Michael, Abby’s brother, to help him out when he needed it.
But now he’s got me as well and I plan on making sure that he finds happiness again. The wedding band on his finger a big sign that he hasn’t moved on completely yet. I know that he loved Abby, she was his wife after all, but it has been three years and I know that she wouldn’t want him to mourn her forever.
“Did you want to put him in Izzy’s bedroom?” I ask, still speaking in a whisper.
Its strange to think that Alex hasn’t actually met Zan, Isabel and the others yet. They’ve all been such a large part of my life these past couple of years, Zan especially. I can’t wait for Alex to meet everyone and get to know them.
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ALEX
I grin when Serena opens the door. Aside from a new haircut, she still looks the same way she did two years ago, sparkling eyes and big smile. Probably still having the *talent* to get others into problems.
“Did you want to put him in Izzy’s bedroom?”
I frown for a moment. Izzy? Ah right, one of Serena's roommates that I'm probably going to meet.
"If she doesn't mind and we can leave the door slightly open, so I won't miss him waking up." I say quietly. "I don't want to wake him up scared in a new place." I add in explanation.
Moving into Serena's place, I have to smile. "This looks great girl, you really have a cool place from what I can tell so far. You certainly have to help me with my house."
I grin when Serena opens the door. Aside from a new haircut, she still looks the same way she did two years ago, sparkling eyes and big smile. Probably still having the *talent* to get others into problems.
“Did you want to put him in Izzy’s bedroom?”
I frown for a moment. Izzy? Ah right, one of Serena's roommates that I'm probably going to meet.
"If she doesn't mind and we can leave the door slightly open, so I won't miss him waking up." I say quietly. "I don't want to wake him up scared in a new place." I add in explanation.
Moving into Serena's place, I have to smile. "This looks great girl, you really have a cool place from what I can tell so far. You certainly have to help me with my house."
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~Michael~
First class, something I feel I will never completely get used to but certainly enjoy. It's been a while since I did anything in this manner, after all I just spent some time in Texas and aided my brother-in-law with the raising of my nephew. I miss my sister, but I'd finally decided it was time to return to the business that I'd worked hard to build into the reputable and successful company it was.
So, here I was flying back to New York, certain that by now Alex and Seth had arrived where they were planning to settle. My briefcase was open on the tray in front of me but all my folders were presently closed because I was making myself wait until we took off and leveled out before drawing out anything related to the book keeping of my company.
Hearing the sound of the stewardess speaking didn't cause him to look up but as he saw a set of killer legs and heard a voice that was beautiful it caught his attention. "Hi, my name is Maria." Glancing up slowly, he took in her appearance before meeting her eyes and holding out his hand in greeting.
"Nice to meet you, Maria. I'm Michael." He couldn't help but smile at the blonde bombshell that was obviously going to be at his side through the flight which more then made up for the dullness of doing the job. In fact, after shaking her hand, he closed his briefcase and set it against the window before looking right back at the woman.
"So, is the Big Apple your final stop?" He asked simply, unable to stop himself from doing anything he could to hear her speak again.
First class, something I feel I will never completely get used to but certainly enjoy. It's been a while since I did anything in this manner, after all I just spent some time in Texas and aided my brother-in-law with the raising of my nephew. I miss my sister, but I'd finally decided it was time to return to the business that I'd worked hard to build into the reputable and successful company it was.
So, here I was flying back to New York, certain that by now Alex and Seth had arrived where they were planning to settle. My briefcase was open on the tray in front of me but all my folders were presently closed because I was making myself wait until we took off and leveled out before drawing out anything related to the book keeping of my company.
Hearing the sound of the stewardess speaking didn't cause him to look up but as he saw a set of killer legs and heard a voice that was beautiful it caught his attention. "Hi, my name is Maria." Glancing up slowly, he took in her appearance before meeting her eyes and holding out his hand in greeting.
"Nice to meet you, Maria. I'm Michael." He couldn't help but smile at the blonde bombshell that was obviously going to be at his side through the flight which more then made up for the dullness of doing the job. In fact, after shaking her hand, he closed his briefcase and set it against the window before looking right back at the woman.
"So, is the Big Apple your final stop?" He asked simply, unable to stop himself from doing anything he could to hear her speak again.
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KYLE(temp)
"So why did you want to be a football player?" She asks. "Because you could have been a model too"
“I don’t know about that. Don’t male models have to be like seven foot or something?” I laugh before saying seriously, “I always wanted to be a footballer player, ever since I was a kid. There was nothing else in the world that I would rather do.”
I remember the year that I got my first football for Christmas off of my dad. I was four and my mom completely freaked out because she thought I was too young to play such a rough game but my dad quickly talked her around, promising that he would make sure that I was okay. That afternoon was the first time I had ever played football and it was the best feeling in the world.
When I was a little older and my mom had left my father and I, I joined the local football team and never looked back from that moment. High school, college, they were both about football for me. I studied hard and got the best grades that I could so that I could stay on the football, the fear of being kicked out always in the back of my mind.
And now I play for the New York Giants. My dreams have come true. Football has been my life was so long that I wouldn’t know what to without. But for some reason, I can't help feeling that something is missing.
"Family, huh?" I say, deciding that I would rather talk about Isabel then myself. "Whatcha got? Husband? Kids?"
"So why did you want to be a football player?" She asks. "Because you could have been a model too"
“I don’t know about that. Don’t male models have to be like seven foot or something?” I laugh before saying seriously, “I always wanted to be a footballer player, ever since I was a kid. There was nothing else in the world that I would rather do.”
I remember the year that I got my first football for Christmas off of my dad. I was four and my mom completely freaked out because she thought I was too young to play such a rough game but my dad quickly talked her around, promising that he would make sure that I was okay. That afternoon was the first time I had ever played football and it was the best feeling in the world.
When I was a little older and my mom had left my father and I, I joined the local football team and never looked back from that moment. High school, college, they were both about football for me. I studied hard and got the best grades that I could so that I could stay on the football, the fear of being kicked out always in the back of my mind.
And now I play for the New York Giants. My dreams have come true. Football has been my life was so long that I wouldn’t know what to without. But for some reason, I can't help feeling that something is missing.
"Family, huh?" I say, deciding that I would rather talk about Isabel then myself. "Whatcha got? Husband? Kids?"