La Vie En Rose
I don’t know, babe. I’m there pretty often. You’re going to have to pick the oddest hours to avoid me, best to endure me while you’re there.
Then I’ll get up at four every morning if I have to. Or you could always just drop your class and make things easier for the both of us.
Oh and are there no cigarettes and dark rooms in Connecticut? You can’t escape me that easily, little red.
I’m hoping to get a schedule set up for the dark room once we get back to Connecticut. Maybe that will help me avoid you and that awful stench of cigars.
Only two more days of not having to walk past your awful cloud of smoke on my way to dark room.
Frankly, start a countdown till it’s finally time to leave.
Well that’s because you’re just another pathetic loser who doesn’t know how to have any fun and ends up spending half of the night pleasuring herself to fictional characters because no one else will even bother to look your way. Maybe if you weren’t so boring you might have friends and might actually enjoy yourself.
(Source: harper-emerson)
Any suggestions?
I think I slept in a bit too long.
1.) Describe your character’s relationship with their mother or their father, or both. Was it good? Bad? Were they spoiled rotten, ignored? Do they still get along now, or no?
While Harper Emerson had always been one to enjoy a bit of risk taking from time to time. She’d never been one who enjoyed the company of Dreck, then again the delicate girl had spent near no time with one since she’d first stepped foot on the cobblestone walkways of Easton Academy, and even that encounter had been an accident. Yet here she was, sneaking across villas, bare feet sinking in the sand, wedges in hand, slightly crouched down to avoid being seen by one of the staff members that was bound to be lurking. And while Harper was a meager 5’3” and could easily hide, her red hair and porcelain skin that almost glowed in the moon light only made her stand out, making her short height seem almost pointless.
Still that wasn’t a reason to stayed cooped up in her bedroom when she’d done just that all day. She didn’t know much about the Drake boy except for he always seemed to be in some sort of trouble, that was as far as her knowledge on him went. If any of the girls found out she’d chosen tonight to sneak out to meet a Drake they’d probably put her on some sort of probation, but a girl couldn’t be expected to stay in all day and night.
Like expected, Harper was there first. Sighing, she dropped her wedges and stepped into them slightly annoyed that she’d have to wait. Harper was never one for tardiness on other’s part. But that wasn’t to say the girl was always punctual. Glancing around the empty beach, she sighed again thinking maybe this wasn’t the best idea ever, maybe she should just turn back.
Just as the girl had made her mind to leave she heard a laugh behind her frightening her a little. The girl jumped and placed her hand on her beating heart and glared in the direction of the dark haired boy, “You’re late. I hate waiting on others” She said not bothering to hide her annoyance.
When did you get so hot?
Probably around the same time you lost your virginity.
