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[justify]Edward was out on the soccer field for their first game of the season. It was a big game between their rival school and hoped for the girl he bumped into would be there. His mind wandered before his friends kicked his shin. "Get up lover boy."[/justify]
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[justify]Morgan bit her lip as she heard his response. "Well tell me who it is!" She gave him a small smile, slightly hurting in the inside. She was worried he found someone special while she was gone. She didn't want him to fall in love with anyone but her. Feeling a bit selfish of her thoughts, she waited for his reply.[/justify]
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[justify]Morgan got a little closer, taking in every word. "Well she sounds nice." She whispered and looked up at him, knowing it was her. "I fell in love with someone, his eyes were hazel, and always knew how to cheer me up and I left him alone." She looked at her sheets, not bothering to look up at him.[/justify]
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Anyone up for a Gossip Girl based role-play?
We could do it on the original characters of Gossip Girl or make new ones!
Message me if you want to partake in this.
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[justify]Morgan tilted her head and smiled, "Well, there was a thing I always wanted to do to him for a long time now." She had a small blush on her cheeks as she got a bit closer. She was going to do her thing no matter if he wanted it or not.[/justify]
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[justify]Edward got up and slapped his friend on the back. "I'm not daydreaming, goalie." He chuckled and ran with him to warm up. He looked back at the bleachers and notice a certain someone looking at him. He gave her a small smile before lifting his hand up to wave. His friend smacked his head, "Don't worry about the cheerleaders and get your head in the game." He laughed before he began to stretch.[/justify]
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[justify]Morgan leaned closer and placed her hand on his cheek. She only looked at him for a moment before brushing her lips against his. "This." She whispered before she gently pressed her lips against his, her cheeks a bright red.[/justify]
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[justify]Morgan felt her heart sink for that little moment he didn't kiss her back but her hope returned as she felt him take her hips and gave her a passionate kiss. She smiled and kissed him back, pulling away slowly from his lip. She's been dreaming of this kiss for years and now it was reality. She looked into his eyes as her smile grew bigger.[/justify]
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[justify]Morgan panted and bit her lip, feeling empty without his lips against hers. She stared at him in the moment before opening her mouth to say something. Her mother interrupted by yelling, "Dinner is ready Morgan!"
Morgan looked at her door and sighed, "Thomas, please stay over." She got up and kissed his lips again before holding her hand out to join her for dinner.[/justify]
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[justify]Liam smiled and walked her over to his kitchen. His eyes flickered up as they were underneath the mistletoe. "Hey look Tory." He pointed upwards and slightly blushed. "You know what that means."[/justify]
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[justify]Morgan ran her free hand through her hair, wanting to skip dinner and kiss him all night long. She didn't care if her lips were puffy after that. All she cared about was him.
Morgan smiled at his response and held his hand tightly, opening her door. She stayed silent as she walked down the steps and into the dining room. Her mother was on her phone, texting whoever was on the other line. Her brother was drinking his soda, not bothering to eat. Morgan's eyes flickered to his as she sat down.[/justify]
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[justify]"I'm Blair." Blair spoke in a gentle voice, giving him a small smile. He was cute but she doesn't want to date someone who is friends with Mr. Popular. She looked down for a brisk moment before looking up at him.[/justify]
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[justify]Morgan sat down in her regular seat and took some lasagna and placed it onto her plate. Her young brother only gave them a strange look before he set his napkin down and hurried upstairs. Morgan only glanced at him before she turned back to her food. She was glad Thomas was staying over. She could have a little sleepover that they did when they were younger.[/justify]
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[justify]Morgan smiled at the memory, remembering their little games around the house. She remembered when they played 'House'. She forced poor, little Thomas to kiss her cheek. She let out a small giggle before finishing her food. She took a small sip of champagne.
The problem was if the school found out about their relationship, Thomas would be confronted by hundreds of people hating. Being popular had it's downsides but she would protect him. [/justify]
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[justify]Morgan finished her flute of champagne and rose from her seat. "Thank you mom." She kindly thanked her mother before turning to go up to her room, already feeling the ache to kiss Thomas's lips.[/justify]
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[justify]Blair sighed and stood up, "Listen Chase. I'm not interested nor will i ever be. You have hundreds of girls falling to their knees at a simple glance for you. I'm going to tell you both that I despise you." Blair sat down and looked away from them, having a small smirk that she finally confronted them.[/justify]
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[justify]Morgan waited for him and reached out for his hand. She gave him a smile before she went the stairs. Looking up at him, she whispered, "I want to kiss you but I fear I have lasagna breath." She let a small giggle before covering her mouth.[/justify]
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[justify]Edward ran off to Adalyn's brother. As captain, he had reassure his team that there will be victories and there will be loses. "Hey man." He wrapped his arm around the younger boy and smiled, "Don't worry about the score today. I want you to play like it's easy. I want you to have fun out on the field and not care who scores what."[/justify]
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See, anyone can be good to you but you need a bad girl to blow your mind.
Ariana was one of those "good" girls. She always did her work and got good grades but she was barely noticed. Your charrie was the most popular guy in the whole school. You had the looks, the car, the money and every girl fell for you. You were somewhat friends with Ariana but she went away to Italy for the summer. Her complexion changed. Well almost everything changed. She wasn't a good girl anymore. She partied and drank. She also had the money and looks.
Senior year. The last year of the school. The whole school knew Ariana was back and she was different. She quickly changed into a black tank top, along with leggings and combat boots. She topped it off with a leather jacket and some makeup. After curling her hair, she ran down the stairs and grabbed her breakfast. Her brown curls flew in the air as she rushed to her BMW.
Once she arrived to school, all eyes were on her. She quickly stepped out and walked to the front door. A bunch of lower class girls grouped up behind her. Some were gossiping what happened to her over the summer. Some wanted to talk to her. She took off her shades as she walked in, her bag by her side and her schedule in her hands. Her eyes looked up from the flimsy paper and noticed your familiar figure. Walking over to you, she brushed her shoulder against yours. "Hey you." She whispered before she continued to walk to her locker.
Rules!
-3+ sentences
~Talk to me if you have ideas!
~Don't be shy!
~You can cuss but use periods!
~Give you name, age, and a picture of your character
~If you want to use what I did, just ask.
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See, anyone can be good to you but you need a bad girl to blow your mind.
Ariana was one of those "good" girls. She always did her work and got good grades but she was barely noticed. Your charrie was the most popular guy in the whole school. You had the looks, the car, the money and every girl fell for you. You were somewhat friends with Ariana but she went away to Italy for the summer. Her complexion changed. Well almost everything changed. She wasn't a good girl anymore. She partied and drank. She also had the money and looks.
Senior year. The last year of the school. The whole school knew Ariana was back and she was different. She quickly changed into a black tank top, along with leggings and combat boots. She topped it off with a leather jacket and some makeup. After curling her hair, she ran down the stairs and grabbed her breakfast. Her brown curls flew in the air as she rushed to her BMW.
Once she arrived to school, all eyes were on her. She quickly stepped out and walked to the front door. A bunch of lower class girls grouped up behind her. Some were gossiping what happened to her over the summer. Some wanted to talk to her. She took off her shades as she walked in, her bag by her side and her schedule in her hands. Her eyes looked up from the flimsy paper and noticed your familiar figure. Walking over to you, she brushed her shoulder against yours. "Hey you." She whispered before she continued to walk to her locker.
Rules!
-3+ sentences
~Talk to me if you have ideas!
~Don't be shy!
~You can cuss but use periods!
~Give you name, age, and a picture of your character
~If you want to use what I did, just ask.