This Mask That I'm Wearing Is What You're Hating... (PAFP GXG)

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    {I'll play it a lot for a few days then not play for a while, and then repeat that cycle. It's just that my games always get messed up, that or no one likes my sim. x3 Oh, sorry I haven't replied! Lots have been happening and I always want my longer replies to be really good and detailed instead of rushed and sloppy, and I haven't had must muse/inspiration lately. So...hopefully this is good....if not, sorry. :/}
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    I had been peacefully helping my mom, when the thing I had been dreading all night occurred. The thing that I wished my mother hadn't dared to ask, and that Allegra would have said a simple 'no' to. After all, wasn't no shorter, and simpler to say than yes? How hard would it have been? But of course, my luck was constantly going against me. Lesley let out another one of her excited screeches, and I cringed as the loud noise reached my ears and caused them to start ringing, seeing as she'd been sat right next to me. I huffed, and my hand covered her lips to silence her. Saying that this was potentially the worst day of my entire life would have been an understatement. I wished someone else, like my friends Nona, Wynter and Penny where over versus Allegra. I even wished that my terrorist of an ex-girlfriend Lillie was over. Yeah, I was a lesbian. I always had been, and I was partially sure that I always would be, though I would never say that I was a hundred percent of anything. I may find a guy that I would be potentially attracted to. Saying that you were hundred percent gay, straight, or anything other than that was simply put, being narrow minded and not open to new ideas. I was perfectly okay with my current sexuality though, and I had been so sure that it wasn't going to change I had come out. I had a few troubles with it, but overall, everyone's been quite accepting of it.


    Lesley had began to run towards the door, but my mother insisted that she sit and start to eat her dinner because she was a 'little girl (as if) that needed her food'. So of course, I had been the one sent of to answer the door. Sometimes I felt more like that maid rather than the sister and daughter here. Stalking off to the door as I grumbled angered words under my breath, I rested my hand against the cool metal of the brass door knob. I hesitated for a mere second. I was sure my face was the last Allegra wanted to be. She probably would have preferred to be at one of her fancy spa's, a bar, or some where fancy. I opened the door, and of course, the first thing I saw where her two beautifully exquisite eyes. I nibbled nervously on my lower lip and sighed, feeling a tad deflated. Perfect, I probably had another hour or so left with her, when all I wanted was for her to be out of my life for good. My hand twitched as I had half a mind to slam the door in her face and storm off, but I had been taught better than that. Instead, I stepped aside to allow her better and easy entry to our little cottage like home.


    "Hello." I greeted in a forcefully polite tone, flashing her my best smile. My teeth weren't perfect and they were slightly crooked, and it was something I was extremely insecure over. I hardly smiled showing my teeth, even if they were pearly white and nearly flawless. I was supposed to get braces as a younger child, but our dental care wouldn't pay for it so that idea had been thrown out the window (though when Lesley just barely needed them a few years back my parents had made valiant efforts to make it work despite our money dilemma.) "I know this isn't much but this is our home. Now listen here lady." I whispered as I closed the door. My family were currently in the dining room, so I knew they wouldn't hear our conversation from there, seeing as the door was closed. "My sister looks up to you, she loves you. I don't. I don't hate you personally, and I'm not going to bash you, all I want to say is that we're not you're fans, and we will not be treated as such. You better be a good influence on my sister because you are her role model. If you go out and drink every night she'll want to do that to because she looks up to you. So behave, be good, and be inspirational. Do you got it? Be polite, smile, and thank my mum for your dinner. I don't know how you normally act, but I'm watching you. You make one mistake, one, and I swear to god." So, I was over reacting just a little...okay, a lot, but I wanted to get my own personal thoughts out. Taking a deep, soothing breath with that, I calmed myself down and relaxed. "Sorry, got carried away. I just don't want my sister to be disappointed if she finds out your not all she would hope you to be. She has a crush on you, don't tell her I said that. You are pretty though, I'll give you that. We're having steak tonight, so I hope you like cow. You can take you shoes off and lay them in the corner if you wish, or keep them on, it's up to you. Dinner is in the dining room slash kitchen which is behind that door." I instructed as professionally as I could, before I headed off into the other room myself.


    Oh good god I made myself look like a crazy, angry woman. Great...now I'll have to spend all night making up for that.

    [Gah. Now I'm going to spend all of break playing sims thanks to you and my regular roleplaying group. I BLAME YOU (JK).
    Waiting is fine. To be perfectly honest, when I'm roleplaying, I try to pump out as much as possible, and quality, but a lot of the time when I'm in a bad mood I sit down and write a post where I'm mean to my character just to get the emotions out. A lot of my roleplaying is practice writing--exercising the writing muscle, and getting into the habit of writing every day--or character development, or just plain for fun, so I try not to stress about it as much as my writing for school/to try and publish. Thats real, to be recognized writing.]


    I had hoped no one would open the door. Maybe her mother would say, "Actually, honey, could you tell her to leave?" But they weren't without manners. All I heard was a woman, probably their mother, speaking to someone, and footsteps back and forth, some running, some not. Before a long time had passed, actually a very short amount of time, the door swung open. Macy stood there. I doubted she wanted me there--she could probably list more people then she had fingers for that she would prefer. I also doubted that she thought I wanted to be anywhere like this place ever in my life. In her eyes, I probably went to bars every night or something. Whatever. I didn't need her to approve of my life choices.


    She greeted me tightly, and though I refused to let an ounce of my feelings show, inside I cringed, wishing to run. She clearly didn't want me here, and I wished I could do just that. Instead, I smiled in return, returning the hello. Just think of Mom visiting, I thought to myself, eyes on the future. Focus on the big picture. This is just...a tree. In the background.
    My expression immediately dropped when she spoke, lowering her volume so as not to be heard. My mouth pressed into a thin line, my eyes narrowed. I wanted to scream, or throw something, or throttle her. I couldn't believe that another person felt it necessary to remind me that my actions, any and all of them, were paid attention to, and copied. That she decided it was important to threaten me and bring up those articles all over again. I'd already gotten this shit from more people then I wanted to, and now she was bring it up. How on earth did she think she had any damn say in what I did?


    I was about to say something not so nice, but she'd already moved on. I was a little annoyed at the steak. I wasn't a fan of eating animals and if the animals weren't treated well, byproducts. However much that annoyed me, I'd been taught not to complain. That was rude to your host, had been drilled into my brain. So I said nothing. Instead, I took off my shoes--hey, I was allowed to--and walked after her, into the other room, closing the front door behind me when I came in. Maybe her parents would be less prying. I hope.

    [Omg, I'm so sorry! I lost this thread and I've been looking for it, BUT I FOUND IT. YUS.]


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    Stab, stab, stab. I stared down mercilessly at my victim, my mouth pressed into a tight, thin line of frustration as I did so. Stab, stab, stab. My fork dug into the steak that my Mother had been so kind as to prepare for me. Although I loved most foods, today I just didn't feel up to eating. I hardly ate, considering the fact that I had to work so often. But my Mother had given me the entire week off. What was I going to do? Our house was nothing more than a rundown shoe box. And of course, my little sister Lesley had to have to her favorite singer Allegra come over. I had already yelled at her, gotten my anger and frustration out on her. I had been raised to be gentlewoman, but sometimes I just had to let it out. Apparently, this had been one of those times. My icy blue eyes glared down at my steak as though it were the source of my problems, my gaze lifting up to my parents as they chatted to themselves. I turned my head towards Lesley, and the younger girl was staring straight at Allegra, her mouth running at a grand speed of ten miles a minute. My eyebrows dipped down. Why was I the only one to see that she was one of those prissy girls that only excepted the finest in life? She even seemed to be the opposite of enjoying the food my Mom had prepared so kindly prepared. I tightened my ponytail on my head, turning my gaze towards my Mom once more.


    "May I be excused?" I whispered out, my gaze lowering itself as I spoke. I wasn't comfortable, so I lifted my hand up to touch one of my many piercings. My sister told people I liked to look pretty and decorate myself, and honestly it was true. If my parents weren't so strict, I'd have quite a few tattoos as well, but they flipped out when I got a heart tattoo on my ankle. It wasn't even a big one, and it wasn't a seriously horrible tattoo either. I wasn't going to get one that was seriously offense. I wanted to get a cross on the same ankle as my heart, and some to line my arms, wrist, and maybe one on my color bones or just a tiny bit lower, but I feared my parents would be highly offended. I guess I shouldn't complain too much, however, as they did let me get a lot of my ears pierced, and not to mention my lip, tongue, nose and eyebrow as well. I guess I was just one of those girls, huh?


    I blinked those thoughts away, and swallowed hard at the look that my Mother gave me as she shook her head in response. Of course she had said the rather expected, "No. Eat your dinner and don't be rude, we have a guest." I inwardly huffed, my arms folding over my chest and narrowing at something nonexistent in the distance. I felt Lesley's foot shoving it's way into my ankle, which she often did when she disliked the way that I was behaving. I let out a small yelp, snapping my head towards her with my eyes narrowing in displeasure. I pointed my fork at her.


    "Oh you little twat! I'll-"


    "Marcellina Grace Smith, behave!" My mom said sternly, and I let out a groan. That was the one thing about my family that I had always hated. The fact that they were so biased about everything. Maybe sometimes I wasn't much better, but they were always on Lesley's side, as though she were the angel of the family and me nothing more than the devil, when in reality it was switched. But I guess the youngest child was always the most spoiled in the family. Lesley flashed me a smile that read "Ha, you got in a trouble and I didn't!" and I could have slapped her, but I wasn't going to get in trouble over here. It honestly wasn't worth it, and I probably made myself look bad enough already. Stab, stab, stab. "Marcy, stop stabbing your food and eat!"


    This is going to be a long night. I thought, the corners of my lips dipping into a deep frown. I glanced towards Allegra, finally taking the time to take in her features. She was actually really pretty, prettier than I had known her to be earlier when she had helped Lesley out of the maze that was backstage of her concert. Once I realized I was staring, I shook my head. Please God, let me survive this night.


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    [This sucks, I know. The next reply will probably be better. And sorry I didn't reply for so long. :/]

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    [I'm almost a little scared at how you posted today. And I went online. And before I went online, I was thinking about how I hadn't had a reply to this thread which I loved for so long, and maybe if I made another one I'd get some roleplaying done because I sort of missed it. I AM OFFICALLY FREAKED OUT. ALSO, IT IS ALRIGHT MY FRIEND. ]


    When I looked at my steak, looking down to avoid looking at Marcy, who hated me, or Lesley, who might faint any second, all I could see was a little baby cow. The thought of eating it made me feel green. I picked at the thing a bit, nibbling very gingerly, but for the most part just sort of cut it up and pretended to eat it. And hoped no-one saw. Luckily, it looked like the only one who noticed was Marcy, and I wasn't really planning on trying to make that bitch happy. Call me selfish, I still didn't feel like she deserved anything less then coldly formal, especially after that pleasant greeting. I use the word 'pleasant' very sarcastically. She may have been pretty, and seemed pretty confident, but I was sick of her attitude towards me.


    Lesley was certainly bright and bubbly, though, and I found it somewhat amusing, the amount of words she managed to fit into one sentence or one minute. That rather made up for her sister. I was going to say something to her, but Marcy spoke. Inwardly, I wished she would go away, she might make the night go away faster. But of course her mother had to say no. Then something happened and she started to yell at her sister. I wonder what it was. I had heard a noise under the table like Lesley had kicked her--I had to muffle a laugh at the thougt. She didn't get far in the threat, though, before she was cut off by her mother. I couldn't help the brief pout that appeared on my face. Even though she was being scolded, her mother sounded like she really cared about her. It wasn't fair that she got to have a nice mom.


    Not wanting to mope long, I decided to say something to change the subject from whatever Lesley was talking about (I couldn't half-understand her, she was talking so fast), I said to Lesley's mother without thinking, "Your home is lovely." Then I wished I hadn't said that, because that sounded so cheesy. Of all the stupid, pathetic things I could say...I sounded so awkward and...not truthful. I doubt anyone believed me, which was a shame, as it was lovely. "I hope I didn't cause any extra work on your part," I added lamely, because if I was going to go out stupidly I might as well go all out. Or something like that.


    [Sorry for the pathetic post.
    Also for the cursing.]

    Lesley laughed at Allegra's words, and I couldn't help but snort a tad as well. Honestly? Our house wasn't very nice at all, and I knew that she had to be lying. Considering as she resided in the most beautiful, and exquisite part of town that was reserved for the somebody's only. There were no room in such a place for nobody's like us. "Oh silly." Lesley giggled, flashing her a grin. "We asked you to come over, we wanted to do this for you! Don't worry about it." She tilted her head to the side, her bright blue eyes twinkling as she did so. It was obvious to me, as it was to probably everyone around us, that she had certain feelings for Allegra. No matter how hard she tried to hide it, we could all see it. I rolled my eyes as she began to ramble on again, and I glanced down at my fingers, and expecting my nails in utter boredom. I just couldn't get over the fact that Allegra was our first guest in forever. I just felt so much hatred towards her, and I guess it wasn't necessarily because of what the media said. I knew they were a gang of liars and drama starters for the sake of simply being so, and I was a word nerd who added a new, fancy word for something simple into my vocabulary each night before I went into my peaceful slumber who worked all day and hardly ate, I suppose that's why I hated her so. I was jealous of her, simply put. Her beauty, her fame, her money, but most of all? The way most everyone seemed to like her, whereas I only seem to make everyone hate me. Maybe it was my stubbornness, maybe it was my bluntness, or maybe I wasn't as polite as I'd like to claim that I was, no matter what the cause, everyone seemed to have a bone to pick with me.


    My shoulders slumped, as if they were weighed down by such heavy thoughts that made my heart break even more than it already was. Lillie, my ex-girlfriend, was right when she finally gave up on her obsession with me (that no word in my long, drawn out vocabulary could define.) She had told me that I would die single and unloved, and she was right wasn't she? And then Allegra could practically have anyone she wanted. No girl would want me, not even as a trophy wife. I would forever be the loser, the ***, the gay girl that couldn't even get a girlfriend if they were higher than the sun. It was no excuse for my rude behavior, however, but I liked to think that it made my actions okay. At those thoughts, I felt the sudden urge to apologize to her. Why? I didn't know. I still didn't like her, even if my reasons were...well, how to put it? Rubbish, garbage, complete *? Oh well, I supposed it didn't matter besides did it? I still had to apologize. I was raised better than this, even if I was a country girl. Because who said they couldn't be polite? I didn't want to do it here though, and I could tell that Allegra was dying. Maybe she was a vegetarian? I didn't know why she wouldn't say so if she was, my Mother wouldn't mind. Everything we ate we grew and planted ourselves, it wasn't like it was throwing money out the window. Well, so maybe we were, but she didn't need to know. I bet she didn't care anyways. She was probably used to being with people who had money to burn. Would it be awkward or weird I asked her to come with me? Alone? I couldn't apologize in front of my family, especially not Lesley. If they knew how I treated the guest, I'd be thrown done the dungeon downstairs and locked away forever (okay so we didn't have a dungeon, but shh...).


    "Allegra?" I whispered, my blue eyes gazing towards her, forcing my words out of my throat that they wanted to stay trapped within. "Can I talk to you? Alone?" I quirked up an eyebrow, but I didn't bother to give her the chance to reply, and instead grabbed her wrist and pulled her away before my parent's could protest, though I could hear Lesley whining about how I was 'hogging the guest.' Well when I'm done with her, you can keep her forever, because I don't want her. I couldn't help but think. I lead her into my room, as it was the most private place in the house for me....besides well, the restroom, the washroom, the bathroom, whatever floats your boat, as they say nowadays. I pushed her into the bedroom, then closed the bedroom door, my back pressing into the splintering wood. "Look..." I began. "I know I kind of forced yourself out of there, but I can eat your dinner if you don't like it. My parents won't mind if you want some salad or whatever you lovely folks eat in your fancy palace, 'kay? I just...I have to apologize for my behavior earlier, I mean I did already, but I feel the need to do so properly and in a more kind manner. I just...that was rude and uncalled for and I'm sorry. You probably hate me now, huh? But, can we just put this aside for tonight, just for my sister's sake? You seem to be glaring at me from time to time and she'll notice. After tonight you can hate me to your heart's content, but I just...I had to apologize. There's no excuse for the way I behaved." I hated this, and I wasn't going to admit that I only treated so rudely towards her out of jealousy and envy. I suppose my insults were biased, very much so. I glanced down, and my delicate, defined features suddenly became written with guilt. "I'm sorry..." I murmured, my voice dipping down into that of a whisper.


    [Aha, really? Yeah, I love this thread too. At the time I had no muse to reply and then I lost the thread and forgot about it, though I thought about it from time to time and missed it. Then this morning I had a rather strong urge to reply, so I did. x3 I'm glad I did though, your the best rper I've rped with in a while. I also decided to reply on my main account. I'll reply more often that way since I hardly go on the one I originally replied to anymore. c:]

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    I reddened a little at their laughter. Almost unconsciously, I started toying with the little nose piercing. It wasn't really a good idea, but I had a nervous habit of toying with shiny stuff. I knew how my words describing their home sounded, but in comparison to the huge, empty, soul-less place I call home, theirs seemed like a dream house. But I couldn't argue with them. Instead, I tried to compose myself a bit. Once my face didn't feel so hot, I glanced at Marcy. She seemed utterly bored, though that was to be fair and annoying at the same time, at least better then her sister, who was clearly infatuated with me and also chattering. I didn't say anything, though, because I didn't want to hurt Lesley's feelings. She seemed like the type who would be really easily upset, and doing that was not a good idea. Not when you're the guest. I wondered if this was the kind of life I would have had if I was born in a normal family. Friends, siblings, parents who were around most of the time. I had fans, the media, and staff to babysit me instead of my parents. In comparison...their life was so much better. It wasn't fair. Marcy and her sister had this glorious, free, life, and they thought a life like mine was better. I'd trade all the money and the fame and my mothers looks for this. They could say whatever they wanted. I could only do that if I felt like pissing off a few hundred folks. Their decisions weren't mimicked--constantly--by others.


    noticed Marcy's shoulders slumping, and wondered what she was so upset about. I almost wanted to ask what was wrong, but I doubted she would appreciate that coming from me, or believe it sincere, and I wasn't interested at getting some sort of sanitized reply. So instead of saying anything, I put another piece of steak in my mouth and pretended I was eating soy steak. I'd never heard of a soy steak, but as long as I pretended, maybe I'd stop playing that video of the little baby cows turning into bigger cows getting slaughtered in my head. My head could be pretty mean. Maybe it was because I was mean. I didn't think I was that mean, to be honest. Maybe a little too brash. But personally, I wasn't really like that. I just did it for the phone calls. I still didn't understand why M coming home to stay for a while. Like, like she actually lived there. The thought of Mom just being a guest in her own home struck me as funny, and I almost laughed. There were maybe three people full time in the house. The housekeeper, who was in charge of the cleaning staff and gardeners and such, and also cooked, whoever was babysitting me, essentially making sure I got to school every day--unless I was suspended or between schools, since I'd dropped out of two, not to mention kindergarten, in which I'd skipped almost all the time, though I was either spoiled rotten or ignored, so no one cared. The house was cold, most of the lights off most of the time, and the only room I liked was my bedroom, and maybe the kitchen. Everything else was just lonely and depressing.


    I looked up from my food, somewhat surprised at Marcy's question. It seemed uncharacteristic of her. Then again, she didn't even wait for a yes, she just yanked me out of my chair and out of the room. She led me to a room, into it, then shut the door. From the looks of it, it was her bedroom. Huh. I was kind of curious as to what it looked like, but I didn't want to be nosy. I pressed my lips together, trying to keep my composure. I hadn't realized that I'd been glaring at her. Damn it. "...I don't hate you," I said at last. It was a pathetic lie--I was really mad at her for bringing up the drinking issue, but I wasn't going to argue it. "And I don't exactly know what us 'lovely folks' in our 'fancy palace' eat, since I'm not one of them, but I'd rather not make a fuss about some dead cow," My heart felt like the words were stabbing it, but I didn't make a face, "If it makes you feel better, I'll try not to glare." Then my crankier side couldn't resist it, as I brushed past her to go downstairs, I muttered under my breath, "Besides, with an ass of a manager restricting my car access, I can't go anywhere for break-up booze. Haven't tasted a fucking drop in two months. So maybe shut up and check your sources." Then I went downstairs, plastering a smile on my face. As soon as I got to the bottom of the stairs, I glanced at my watch. It'd been maybe half an hour. Maybe a bit more. Definitely under an hour. "Well, its getting late--" Complete and total bullshit, but maybe with them being different job class they wouldn't know the hours I kept be believe it, "--I'd better call Meg so the driver can start driving the labyrinth to get here and back with no media. Don't want to over-stay my invitation."


    [One of the people in my writing class is a moron. I mean, I'm sorry, at least half the kids are in this school for the smaller classes because of learning issues...but she has an info dump issue. She was trying to give feedback for my story, and she announced she didn't like it because it didn't give enough backstory/looks/height/personality/names/details that need to be eased in. Which wouldn't be so bad if it weren't for the fact that a lot of that info I have already, and am having TROUBLE easing it in properly, so it doesn't sound like an info dump. I don't like being pressured to dump all this info I'm having trouble not dumping.
    Okay rant over.]

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    I felt myself tense up somewhat at her words. Of course, I expected something like that, and all I asked was for her to act as though we could get alone for my sister, but she hadn't needed to be so rude about it. I decided to stay in my room for a bit longer, and headed towards the mirror, narrowing my eyes at it. I was wearing make-up and yet I still would never be as pretty as she. But then again she was famous, weren't most famous people supposed to be appealing in talent and looks, but mostly just looks? It seemed to be so. You hardly needed talent to be famous these days, I bet I could get famous off my own voice if I wanted to be. I wasn't that ugly. I took my ponytail out, my wavy hair framing my rounded, sun kissed face. Since I was only wearing three earrings in each ear and that was it, I decided to put in my nose, lip and tongue in too. I simply felt like it, so I did. After wasting time that way, I glanced down at my feet. Was Allegra still here? I wasn't quite certain. My thoughts were confirmed as I heard Lesley whining about how Allegra could stay just a little longer. Sometimes I wondered why we had bothered to teach Lesley to talk, ever since we couldn't seem to get her to stop talking. I grunted at the thoughts and headed down the stairs, an idea flaring within my head.


    I didn't know why I was so determined to get Allegra to like me just a little, but I was too stubborn to back down either. I just couldn't stand the thought of someone else hating me, and I knew she did. She may have gotten everyone else fooled with her lies, but I prided myself with being able to see through most lies that people fed me. "Hey." I called, hopping down the stairs too steps at a time in an obviously very lady-like sort of manner. "Lezzie's right, you should stay a bit longer, don't you think? Come on, you look like you haven't had some real fun in years. Don't be boring, why don't you stay for some drinks? You said you hadn't had anything in a bit, huh? It'll be fun, trust me. We can do whatever you'd like, drinks just makes everything so much...more fun, isn't that correct?" I glanced towards Lesley's confused face, her nose wrinkling a bit in that bunny like way she tended to do when she was confused or revolted by something. "What? I'm a fun drunk." I joked a tad, I wasn't planning on getting us too drunk, especially since my parents wouldn't approve of me getting wasted when someone was over. I just thought maybe getting a drink or two in Allegra would get her to lighten up. Relaxation and fun times wasn't hard to achieve when you had a few of our drinks.


    "No," Lesley paused, obviously not agreeing with my words. "You're a dirty drunk. You get drunk you'll probably try to get Allegra in bed!" My face flushed red, and I cleared my throat.


    "First off, that's not true. Second off, that was one time I got into bed with someone drunk, and she was my girlfriend at the time. And third of all, it's not like I'm going to get wasted." I listed off, glancing down at my feet. "And last of all, how did you even know about that anyways?! I don't talk about that stuff with you! You're fourteen years old!"


    Lesley shook her head. "Do you know how loud you two were? Who didn't know-" My hand cut her off, and I shifted my weight from one foot to another.


    "Okay, hush now child." I paused, bringing my lower lip into my teeth. I wasn't even sure if Allegra would take up my offer, but it was worth a try. Besides, getting her to stay until Lesley fell asleep would say us whining and tears of protest. "Just...g-go off to your room! Don't you have homework or something to do?" Lesley huffed, though she flashed me a smirk. She enjoyed causing me great embarrassment in front of others. It somehow brought her an odd form of pleasure. My cheeks were still flushed, and I glanced towards Allegra. She didn't know of my sexuality, but she probably had a good idea at this point that I wasn't the straightest pole in the barn. "Just don't leave yet, Allegra. C'mon, you said your not like the boring rich folk I've met, so prove it." I challenged her, folding my arms over my chest and raising an eyebrow at her. Messing with her was the most fun I've had in years, as I was usually all work no play, so I was certain this would be a pretty good relaxer for the both of us if we went through with it.


    [That's annoying. Something like that happened to me and I hated it. There is such thing as too much describing. Your writing was probably fine, your a good writer.


    Oh, and sorry for the horrible reply. :C]


    I was getting tired of dealing with this. As soon as I got home I was getting a cup of cocoa and an ibuprofen and going to bed. Maybe Meg would let me sleep late. She didn't have a history of that, but it might happen for once. With that in mind, I reached up, taking out my eyebrow piercings and sticking them in my hoodie pockets. I'd deal with them when I got home. "Its been a long day, Lesley," I said, trying not to sound pathetic and whiny. I wanted to whine, I was tired. I had a headache. It had been a long day, and I had something tomorrow to top it off. "Besides, I'm not leaving right this second. I have to..." I trailed off, hearing footsteps, then Marcy's voice. At her words, all the blood rushed from my face. First: of course she had to suggest that. Because she couldn't suggest something stupid, like truth or dare or ghost stories--whatever you do when you're hanging out at someones house...Meg would kill me. Second: when had Marcy become this less...different...something...it seemed odd. "...Uh..." I stammered, trying to come up with some excuse. "I've had fun," I said after a minute, needing some sort of defense against her while I came up with a good reason why not, "Its kind of hard to get into the magazine close to weekly for two years straight without having some "fun," I wanted more than anything to say yes, but...I'd spent the last two months building up this barrier from my feelings, instead of having a security blanket of alcohol. Just one might crumble the wall I'd built up. But it was tempting me, weakening all my defenses I had raised and rendering me vulnerable.


    Then Lesley spoke. My cheeks turned a flaming red at the thought of...I mean, I hadn't thought of anything. At Marcy's reply, I was a bit surprised. So she wasn't dating anyone now? I wonder what had happened. She was attractive, after all, and seemed pretty smart. Then I remembered I hated her. I had no reason to feel sorry for her. She deserved to stay single. "Just for the record, you couldn't get me in bed in a hundred years," I muttered under my breath, needing to say something. I don't know...at their argument, I had a hard time not laughing. Marcy sounded so flustered. Not to mention to the fact that her defense was so...mild. I would have thought she'd have more of a track record, but maybe having a little sibling watching your every move did that to a person. On the other hand, Lesley didn't seem exactly innocent, no matter how bunny-like she looked at times, judging by her comments. Last one I slept with was my girlfriend, though. Chloe had definitely been a dirty drunk...and also pretty nasty, come to think of it, though it wasn't much of an improvement sober.


    Once Marcy had managed to shut Lesley up, I stuck my hands in my pockets and played with the bottle caps in there absent-mindedly. "I'm not going to play some sort of fu--freaking," I changed it from a curse quickly at the thought of Lesley hearing, "Kids game just to prove some sort of point. I'll end up with a hangover, Meg on the phone threatening to call the cops if I don't call her back ASAP, and all the way back to where I started." I sighed. "I'm gonna text Meg for the driver, she'll be here in half an hour to forty-five minutes. You have that long to decide whether I fit your standards, but I'm not dancing to your puppet strings, Marcy." Taking out my cell phone, I sent a quick text. A moment later there was a reply. Car broke down in traffic, there's an accident somewhere on the highway. Speeding moron. Might not be there for a couple of hours. I cursed under my breath. "Okay...so maybe it'll be two or three hours..." In the next moment, though, I got a little pissed. "Screw it, I don't care. I'll do whatever you want as long as its not boring." A small voice at the back of my head whispered, you shouldn't do that...but I ignored it. I didn't want to listen to it right now. I wanted to do something daring, I hadn't done that in too long. Something interesting.


    [Sorry for the crappy reply.]

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    It just seemed to be one of those days. One of those days were things didn't go the way you planned exactly, but the events around you seemed to be turning in your favor? Yes, this was one of those days. For Lesley, at least. For me? It was like living in Hell. I couldn't say I'd rather be in Hell, because you have to be careful what you wish for and that didn't seem like a very pleasant place to be. My tongue swept over my lips, and I honestly flinched a little at Allegra's words. I'd never get her in bed? Who even said I wanted to get her into bed?! It was becoming more and more obvious to me that she held strong grudges against those who insulted her, and for that I pitied her. She must not have very many friends if all she ever did was push people out like this. Unless, this treatment was reserved specially for me, in which case I wouldn't be very surprised either. Most people took a natural disliking to me. I tried my hardest, but I was so hotheaded and blunt at times that everything seemed to constantly blow up in my face, but that's my punishment for being a screw up. A huge one at that. "Oh honey, who said I even wanted to get you in bed, silly goose? I surely didn't. Your just saying that because your panties are about to drop, huh?" I grinned at her. She shouldn't have said anything. I'd certainly show her. I was going to make her like me, just so I wouldn't have to feel guilty and she'd get off my back about every little mistake I did. It wasn't like I needed her to point out my flaws as though I couldn't seem them for myself. I knew of my own flaws, and I tried to change them, but I couldn't be perfect now and I wouldn't ever be, so in that department there was nothing I could do. Or not much, at least.


    And suddenly, in the next moment, she said she was going to be saying even longer. Oh god, okay. So I'll have to get quite a few drinks in her and myself, but hey, Truth or Dare and whatever else this girl might be immature enough to want to do is so much more fun when you aren't sober. Though I'm not so good at Truth or Dare ever. That was the first thing I thought. Then suddenly, I couldn't help but think. She'll do whatever I want, as long as it's not boring? Oh great, let's take a Private Jet to Hawaii or Paris France. I laughed somewhat at that thought. Like she would ever do that, and I didn't have enough money to move to such wonderful places, so I guess I was stuck here for the rest of my life. How would I ever gain so much money? The most money I've ever possessed at a time was probably three thousand dollars, and most of that I saved in my Dad's get well jar to earn money for his surgery so he can get better and won't need a wheelchair anymore. He could get a brace so he could walk again. The rest of that money went straight to feeding the animals and for our crops, Lesley's school stuff, some stuff for my money, and nothing for me despite the fact that I had worked for a long time to gain all that money. But I guess it didn't matter. I'd do anything for my family, and that included dealing with an obviously spoiled brat like Allegra.


    "Great!" I exclaimed, grabbing her wrist again. "Then let's get some drinks. I won't do anything to you, I just think you need a relaxer and nothing helps me relax more than some drinks. C'mon." I didn't wait for a reply, as usual, I just dragged her down into the cellar where we kept food for our animals (which were treated very well, and we killed them in the most humane ways when it was time) and drinks. All types of drinks. Vodka, Whine, Bud light....whatever you wanted just about. "And here is our drinks. We have some of the best in the world I grantee it." I smiled at her weakly, then glanced down at my feet. "So if you want some, help yourself. I guess it doesn't matter, I just thought it'd pass time and then we could do whatever you wanted. You are the guest after all, and the guest is the most important person in the house. At least that's what my Mom always says, and Mother knows best, most of the time....." I rambled on, and then shoved my thumb into my mouth to shush myself. I often bit myself when I was nervous or upset, not very hard though. So there I was, gently biting into my though as I reached out and grabbed a drink for myself. "I know I want some. I really need it."


    [It's fine, it's better than mine. Don't worry about it.]