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  • You Can't Be Mad Forever [pafp.gxg]

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    • Rylee sighed as she ran her fingers through her neon red hair. It had been two days of her best friend giving her the silent treatment and honestly she had forgotten what it was even because of. Maybe that one night Rylee woke her up at like 2:00 in the morning on an exam day, drunk? Nah, she had to be used to that by now so why would she be p.ssed at Rylee. Sighing, the girl approached the so called best friend once spotting her at her locker.


    "Hey babes, you still mad at me?" The girl asked, arms lazily slinging around the girl's waist, pulling her up closer.


    Oh yeah, Rylee was a flirt. A huge flirt. Yes, she was one with the ladies and it was usual for her to date 2 people a month and screw up to 4. Sure, she did have times where she fully committed to relationships but she had given up when her best friend had found a girlfriend of her own, her name so stupid and annoying Rylee had forgotten all about it. So, Rylee was back to her ways, flirting with any girl she could get her hands on.


    • well this isn't really much of a plot and more or just a escape from bordom. You can also choose what how your character acts and looks and what they major in since they're in college. Also please mention any plots you have in mind and until then this is just gonna sorts be the usual best friend ends up crushing on the other RP. Just jump it. ^^

  • The easy way? [pafp.gxg] or the hard way?

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    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 4px solid white; border-radius: 10px 10px 0px 10px; width: 90px; height: 95px; background-image: url(http://45.media.tumblr.com/bd9…np243AHv1toa9poo6_400.gif); background-size: 105%; background-position: center; margin-top: -2px; margin-left: -55px;][/fancypost] [fancypost bgcolor=white; border: none; width: 360px; height: 25px; margin-left: -5px; margin-top: 10px;][/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 365px; font-size: 17px; color: black; letter-spacing: -2px; margin-top: -31px; margin-left: -10px;][align=left]Isabella "Bella" M. Keller • 17 • Loner • Homosexual[/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=white; border: 1px solid white; width: 383px; height: 311px; overflow: auto; padding: 5px; text-align: justify; font-size: 11px; color: black; line-height: 11px; margin-top: 4px; margin-left: -8px;]• Click •• Click •• Click •• Click •







    • So, I didn't really plan for the plot so I was sorta just going to go with your usual popular girl crushes on loner and loner crushes on popular girl romance. Ill be playing the loner who is your character's ex-bestfriend and ex. They used to be attached by the hip and the love birds of the school until they got into high school, my character's grades dropping and her getting into drugs and partying. So naturally they began to drift apart, you're focusing on whatever sports and cheerleading until they basically despise each other. We can start to where they are partnered up for a project in literature. I'll put the first post below and just jump in with a picture and a reply!




    • Starter Post Below •




    Bella let out a low groan as she heard Mr. Benne, the infamous literature teacher of the school, name off her group. Why did it have to be her? Why not that one silent girl in the corner? or that boy who did almost all the work in projects? Like jeez, anyone but her ex.




    "Mr. Benne may I have a different partner?"




    Bella called, hand shooting in the air despite the fact that she spoke even without his permission. This earned a small glare from the grumpy teacher, his forehead wrinkling slightly as he furrowed his eyebrows.




    "Be quiet and speak when I call on you. Also, no. You must work with whoever I pair you with and I don't give a single shit If she's your ex or if she tried to murder you while you slept, Ms. Keller."




    Huffing, Bella returned the glare before she did as told, making a move to walk over to the preppy looking girl she called her ex. 4 years ago she would have been excited to learn that she was paired with the other girl but ever since their first year of high school it just went downhill. Sure, most of it was Bella's fault when she got into smoking, drinking, and partying but it was also her ex's fault. She had started to hang out around enemies of Bella and soon even broke it off with Bella to date one of them. Oh well, the past was the past. Even though Bella couldn't stand being around her she would have to until the project was finished. Honestly, she could probably even do it alone. It was as simple as getting to know your partner and their background then writing a paper on them and presenting it to the class.




    "So, ex, we can do this the easy way or the hard way. The easy way being we just screw this project and not do it orrrr.. We can go the hard way and actually talk."




    Bella spoke as she took a seat next to the well known girl, eyes narrowed slightly. She had started to refer to the girl as simply 'ex'. Quick and easy, just like she planned this project being like.

  • The easy way? [pafp.gxg] or the hard way?

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    Isabella could feel her pale lips tugging back in the form of a scowl at the mention of her full name. Ugh, she hated it so much. It made her sound preppy which she totally went against.




    "I'll call you whatever I want, Abernathy." She snorted softly, crossing her arms as she spoke the girl's last name. Why did she have to act as if she was happy to be around her? Why couldn't she just be bitter like Bella and easily take a zero on the one project. Sighing, Bella grumbled something under her breath.




    "I know enough about you to finish this project in 5 minutes even though I wish I didn't know as much as I do. Anyways, first question.. Name? Easy, Ex. Age? Pft, I don't know old enough to be a ex. Hm, do you know this person outside of class? Once again, Ex. Damn, this is easy, isn't it?" she snorted as she easily flew through the starter sheet the teacher had given them. It was only to frame the paper they'd be writing but even as simple as it was didn't mean that Bella would try.




    "Now, all you gotta do is put the same and you can go write your little paper about me. I could care less what you put about me no worries. Anyways, I'm sure your little buddies will be waiting for you." if there was one thing Bella was good at it was being a ass. Sure, she could be a soft person but very few earned that from her. Plus, she was already mad that a teacher had failed her in a class instead of giving her at least a D, which was passing. Like seriously? Did it seem like she wanted to be doing this project? Of course not.

  • You Can't Be Mad Forever [pafp.gxg]

    • "Oh come on! I'm sorry but I forgot why you're even mad at me. And who gives a crap about that class? You can miss it one day to talk to me. Or at least be late!" Rylee huffed, giving a fake pout as she took a step back, allowing her to have her space after being basically elbowed away.


    Once she had turned around, arms crossed, Rylee offered her usual pearly toothed grin. Usually she would have given up by now but she seriously didn't know why this issue was going on for as long as it is.


    "How about a free meal and in return you forgive me for whatever the hell I did this time?" she offered cheekily, stepped forward and placing her arms on either side of Charlotte's locker, trapping her from trying to escape. She hated chasing her around the campus on her free days. So she had classes? Rylee didn't and she wanted to spend the day having fun, not apologizing.

  • The easy way? [pafp.gxg] or the hard way?

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    "Ey! I'll do what the hell I want so keep your hands off my paper!" She whined, swatting the girl's hand away only to see she had erased the answers. Groaning, Bella puffed her cheeks sourly before giving in. She knew this girl wouldn't go for a bad grade.




    "You don't have to technically write anything until next week since we're suppose to get to 'know each other' though I'm sure we know each other a good bit." Surprisingly she knew the instructions but didn't recite them by heart and simply shrugged her shoulders, staring down at the paper as she began to write in her naturally sloppy hand writing.




    'Name; Mikaela Abernathy. Age: Seventeen. Do you know them outside of class; Not like it matters anymore.' The raven haired girl set down her pencil, arms crossed over her hoodie clad chest.




    "There. I'm done." She grumbled, rolling her eyes as the teacher glanced over, eyebrow cocked in amazement. It wasn't like she was stupid. She just chose not to do her work. She didn't want to be normal and wanted to go against what people thought. Did it matter, though? Of course not. Everyone expected her to drop out and become a druggie while she already was working as a apprentice in a tattoo shop. Sure, she wasn't actually legally allowed to give or get tattoos but after a good 2 years of just being a apprentice she could easily apply for the full job, becoming a full on tattoo artist by time she graduated.




    "And just so you know it doesn't matter if we haven't talked in what, 4 years? Just put whatever you think I'm like and I'm sure it wouldn't be too far off as to what everyone else thinks." She hummed, twirling a strand of hair between her fingers.

  • The easy way? [pafp.gxg] or the hard way?

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    Bella grunted softly. Why did this girl want to actually know about her? She knew she would just scowl like usual in the end, saying she 'chose the wrong pass'. She decided to just brush it off, though.




    "Whatever, I guess I could show you the tattoo shop. That's it, though. Im not your friend, Abernathy. I'm your ex for a reason." She spoke carefully as she stood, stuffing her stuff into her backpack despite the teacher who glared at her carefully. It was about 5 minutes until the bell would ring and it was Friday so she could give a single shit if she got punished. It would be until Monday anyways.




    Glancing back at Mikaela, the girl grumbled something before motioning for the girl to follow her. Her eyes were cold and closed off to the girl despite her teasing and it was obvious she just wanted to get this done with. She ignored the weekend part and decided to put it on her own schedule: now.




  • The easy way? [pafp.gxg] or the hard way?

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    "It's up the street. The place with the paintings all over the windows and sides." She informed her in a mono tone as she led the girl out to the parking lot, ignoring her question on how they would get there. It was only seconds until she reached her car, a black mustang that she never bothered to learn the year of. It was far from old, though. It looked as if it had been recently waxed, a pale neon blue light radiating from below it that would be much more visible during night. It was a dream car to many, the thin red stripe going up the hood and down to the trunk the most well known part of the brand.




    "Welcome to my car now get in. Rule one: No talking. Rule two: I drive however the hell I want. And rule 3: Don't you dare fucking touch anything besides the seatbelt, seat, and door handles. This included the radio." She snarled the last part in a threatening tone as she slipped into the driver's seat, not bothering to click on her seatbelt as she started up the car, loving the roaring engine.




    -- it's fine cx I understand but I'll make sure it has more interesting things once they get there.

  • The easy way? [pafp.gxg] or the hard way?

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    "I got it about a year after you left me. And no, I didn't get drug money to pay for it. Just because I'm a screw up at school doesn't mean I can't get a job." She stated, ignoring the fact that she was already talking. She knew it wouldn't work anyways. So, she threw her backpack into the back seat and began to pull out of the parking spot and onto the main road.




    "And no, the job wasn't at McDonald's or any fast food joint. It's at a apprenticeship." She stated. She knew the girl was slightly shocked by the nice exterior and leather interior. It wasn't something you saw with high schoolers that often unless they paid it off over time, like Bella.




    It wasn't even 5 minutes until they got there, the small but dark building sitting in the middle of a small parking lot which was surprisingly somewhat full, a good 8 to 9 cars present. Only about 5 were customers, though. Climbing out of her seat and turning the engine off, she waited for the girl to follow her lead as she began to head inside.




    -- no problem ^^ I know how it is




  • The easy way? [pafp.gxg] or the hard way?

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    Bella rolled her eyes slightly at the girl attempting to be nice. She knew the girl saw her as a f.ck up and she didn't blame her. She did make wrong choices but that didn't mean it would ruin her chances of a future.




    As she was walking through the doors, she heard the small bell chime at their entrance. The place was surprisingly neat compared to outside where it had no trimmed grass and cracks in the parking lot. The chairs inside were nice and leather, made for comfort so they could endure longer times of tattooing. Besides that there was multiple pictures around the walls, most of the either art of the tattoo artists or even art of Bella's. She had to admit, they treated her like she was over 18 and already fully applied to their store for a living.




    "Hey there, Princess. Who's the cutie? Your girl?" A male voice asked, a chuckle following his words. It was Adam, the owner of the place. He probably had the most tattoos of them all, the art littering his arms, legs, chest, back, and even his neck and sides of his face. He had a tendency to call Bella 'princess' since she was currently the only girl and the youngest one working there. He was almost like family but damn, he could ask some annoying things.




    "Nope. It's an ex." She said, shuffling across the tiled floor and to her own tiny little station, plopping down in the empty leather chair that leaned back.




    "Ah. Which ex?" The man asked curiously, totally ignoring the fact that the girl was right there while he asked about her. This only earned a huff and a eye roll from Bella, though.




    "The only one I've had in the past, I dunno, 4 years?" She answered, ignoring his laughter as she twisted the seat slightly before patting on the empty one to her side. It was another artist's station but he wouldn't be back until later that night.

  • The easy way? [pafp.gxg] or the hard way?

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    "Let me guess, you have a fear of needles?" The man suddenly asked, focusing his eyes on the brunette as he slid his rolling chair over to her so he could lean against the arm rest of the seat she was sitting in. A small grin appeared on his face but it was far from threatening. He wasn't any older than 30, maybe not even his late 20's.




    "Yeah, she doesn't really like the the thought of being prickled for anything more than a shot. Even at that she still doesn't like it." Bella suddenly stated before she could say anything. She still knew a good amount about Mikaela, especially her hates and loves. It was a usual fear in most people besides Bella. She would even use to tease the girl about the silly fear.




    Suddenly, Adam whistled with a amused look. "Maybe I'll start calling you obsessive princess. How the hell do you remember this after 4 years?" Bella only shrugged, watching as the man glanced from Mikaela and to Bella. "Anyways, don't worry sweetie. I don't plan on getting you with a needle. Well, until you're 18." He said playfully before nudging Mikaela and rolling over to Bella. "Now princess, lemme see that tattoo." He stated, not taking no as an answer. This caused Bella to chuckle before sitting up, tugging off her shirt to reveal her dark sports bra. It was what you'd see girls in when they go jogging or run and it wasn't whatsoever revealing besides for her lean stomach, shoulders, and back.




    "Ah, it's good lookin'. I knew I could trust you with cleaning it right." Adam said with his usual grin as he ran his finger around the tattoo that was suddenly present on Bella's upper shoulder. It was a small 4 leaf clover right on her shoulder blade, a free gift from Adam as good luck for her future. It wasn't much but it couldn't mean anything more, being that it was her first tattoo from someone who was close enough to call family.




    "You should think about getting something small, lil lady. It might not be as bad as you think." Adam offered, head tilting to Mikaela. "Come to me if you decide to. First tattoo for you is on the house." He added, giving her a toothy grin.

  • The easy way? [pafp.gxg] or the hard way?

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    "Nobody special? Ey you dated Princess which is enough, even if you broke her heart brutally. I mean, it still was worth trying, eh?" Adam said, patting the girl's arm as Bella lazily slipped from the chair and stood. Not bothering to put back on her shirt, she headed over to a odd machine attached to a long line and a small pen looking think. It looked somewhat like a old ink pen, the tip pointed with tiny needles.




    Suddenly, she grabbed up the pen, extending it a bit and making her way over to her ex. She grabbed the girl's arm, flicking the pen on and touching it against the surface of her skin, only going about a inch down her arm before pulling up. It left a small trail, only a bit of blood appearing to the skin. "That's how it feels and I hope when you do get one you don't get it from my family cause I want it to hurt so much more than what you just felt." She huffed. Her mood had seemed to go sour within seconds. Adam then snatched the pen, huffing.




    "Bella, stop being a damn bitch and leave the girl alone. Just cause she hurt you doesn't mean she doesn't deserve to be treated with respect." This only got a snort from Bella as she crossed her arms, staring as she spoke. "You can shove your respect bullshit up your hairy ass. And just to let you know, she didn't 'break' my heart. She only fucked it over." With that she turned on her heels, huffing and puffing as she took a seat once more with a stubborn and blank look like a kid that didn't get their way.




    "Sorry, maybe I should call her the princess of PMS, am I right?" Adam said as he turned back to be brunette that had just been insulted, trying to lift the mood.

  • The easy way? [pafp.gxg] or the hard way?

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    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 4px solid white; border-radius: 10px 10px 0px 10px; width: 90px; height: 95px; background-image: url(http://45.media.tumblr.com/bd9…np243AHv1toa9poo6_400.gif); background-size: 105%; background-position: center; margin-top: -2px; margin-left: -55px;][/fancypost] [fancypost bgcolor=white; border: none; width: 360px; height: 25px; margin-left: -5px; margin-top: 10px;][/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 365px; font-size: 17px; color: black; letter-spacing: -2px; margin-top: -31px; margin-left: -10px;][align=left]Isabella "Bella" M. Keller • 17 • Loner • Homosexual[/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=white; border: 1px solid white; width: 383px; height: 311px; overflow: auto; padding: 5px; text-align: justify; font-size: 11px; color: black; line-height: 11px; margin-top: 4px; margin-left: -8px;]• Click •• Click •• Click •• Click •







    At her words Bella stood, walking to the back and slamming the door behind her. She quickly made her way to the bathroom, locking herself inside before quickly splashing some water on her face. She paced around before giving the door a nice and strong kick, knowing that it was able to be heard from the other room.




    Meanwhile, Adam rolls back over to the girl and lays his hand on her shoulder with a supportive smile, ignoring the banging noises coming from the back. "Hey, look, she just needs to come around, alright? When I first met her it wasn't as.. Close as it is now. She almost tried to choke my to death but ya know, she's just has a hard time trusting people. And look, I want you to know, she stopped doing drugs about 2 years ago so maybe you shouldn't be so fast to assume she's the same person you broke up with. And hey, I don't want you to leave. Stay around for a bit." He said before reaching over to a cabinet and pulling out a bandaid. He opened it and placed it over the small area that was trickling a tiny amount of blood, nothing serious, but to just get her mind off it.




    "Now, can you draw? Cause you know I've been looking for a unique design for a new tattoo.." He trailed off, giving her a puppy dog look. He didn't except the new starry night from her but he wanted something.. Different. His whole crew, including Bella, have already designed some for him to get and now all he needed was a nice small and unique one to go right under his neck's hairline.

  • The easy way? [pafp.gxg] or the hard way?

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    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 4px solid white; border-radius: 10px 10px 0px 10px; width: 90px; height: 95px; background-image: url(http://45.media.tumblr.com/bd9…np243AHv1toa9poo6_400.gif); background-size: 105%; background-position: center; margin-top: -2px; margin-left: -55px;][/fancypost] [fancypost bgcolor=white; border: none; width: 360px; height: 25px; margin-left: -5px; margin-top: 10px;][/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 365px; font-size: 17px; color: black; letter-spacing: -2px; margin-top: -31px; margin-left: -10px;][align=left]Isabella "Bella" M. Keller • 17 • Loner • Homosexual[/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=white; border: 1px solid white; width: 383px; height: 311px; overflow: auto; padding: 5px; text-align: justify; font-size: 11px; color: black; line-height: 11px; margin-top: 4px; margin-left: -8px;]• Click •• Click •• Click •• Click •







    "She'll get over the whole 'I want you to feel pain' crap, trust me. She just finds that this time is the right time to try and make you feel the pain she does despite the fact that emotional and physical pain are two different things." He assured her before rummaging through a cabinet, pulling out a piece of paper and a pencil. He then rolled over to a light table to the side, patting the seat in front of it. "I bet you draw great. Everyone does just with different styles. Now come over here and sketch something out as a example." He offered before standing and brushing himself off. "I need to go get little princess and calm her down." He said before disappearing behind the door that Bella had went into not long before.




    It wasn't even a second before he reached the bathroom, knowing that she was in there. It was the only place with a lock and a small room, a nice place to release your emotions without feeling watched. "Princess, come out please. You might be pissed but you are still an apprentice here. If you want to be a full time as soon as you turn 18 then I need to see that motivation I did when I first met you." He spoke through the wall, falling silent as he listened to one more loud bang before she swung the door open and sighed. She looked like a total wreck. Adam only chuckled, though. He helped straighten out her hair before leading her out, watching as she totally ignored Mikaela and sat at her station, starting to sketch out some designs.

  • The easy way? [pafp.gxg] or the hard way?

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    Adam walked back over to the girl, peering over her shoulder to spot the sketch of the flower. His eyes brightened up.




    "Wow, you got some skills. I'm tempted to offer you a spot here when you turn 18 but I'm sure you would rather not be around Princess anymore than you have to." He chuckled, patting her back before sitting beside her.




    "Now, Princess, you know what you gotta do." He suddenly called across the room, watching as the girl glance up and grumbled something before slipping from her chair and trudging over.




    "I'm sorry for hurting you and being a bitch." She huffed, arms crossed as Adam grinned brightly. He stood, patting the girl on the back with a proud look.




    "Good, now look at what she drew. What do you think about tattooing that for me below my neck hairline?" He asked, tilting his head as Bella leaned over Mikaela's shoulder to glance at the drawing. She sighed and nodded. "Yeah, I can do that for you. Never knew Mikaela could draw, though. Impressive." She added the last part as she turned to the girl, smirking suddenly before leaning back up. Sometimes she thanked being bipolar and the fact that she easily got over some things despite how much she still remembered and hated their breakup.

  • The easy way? [pafp.gxg] or the hard way?

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    "Pft, why not? It's different and I like it." Adam said, shrugging as if she was the odd one. "And I won't be tattooing it on myself. Bella will be doing the tattooing." He said in a 'duh' tone before pulling the sketch from her and handing it to Bella. "Make a stencil layout for it, princess." He said, watching as she quickly walked over to her station and set the sketch down on her light table. It only took her a few seconds to make a nice stencil, carefully grabbing it and patting the chair that laid within her station.




    "And if you don't believe me just watch." He chuckled as he walked over to the girl's chair, sliding in and leaning his neck forward. She carefully laid the stencil down, pressing carefully before raising it to reveal the stencil imprint on the area. She held up a small mirror, putting it down once he nodded in approval. Within the next minute she was already preparing the machine and ink, starting it up and carefully beginning on the small piece of art.




    "You can come over and watch, Miky." She surprised herself by using Mikaela's old pet name for when they were dating. She used to adore the small blush on the girl's cheeks, usually caused by something Bella said or did. Sighing, she shook her head and pulled her gaze from Mikaela after realizing she was staring. She quickly went back to work on the tattoo.

  • The easy way? [pafp.gxg] or the hard way?

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    As Bella focused on working with the buzzing pen and ink, Adam sat there with a relaxed look on his face. He was used to the slight pain of small and quick tattoos and stopped cleaning them after his 10th one since there was hardly anything to clean like this one. It was a nice little meaning for him, something that could stick out from his skull tattoos and even tiara tattoo on his collar bone that he got for Bella.




    "And... Done." Bella said, trailing in silence before the last part as she pulled the pen from his skin and turned it off. Despite the irritated skin it looked exactly like the sketch, the flower colored exactly how it was labeled on the sketch.




    "Perfect. Nice addition to my collection." He said In a impressed tone as Bella handed him a mirror for him to look back at it with. "Thanks Bella. I'm sure as soon as you turn 18 a ton of people will want to get tattoos from you. I have to say you're pretty quick and painless." He said, patting the girl's arm as a praise before standing and stretching.




    "Now, if I'm right you brought this lil lady here for a reason and I'm assuming it's for school. You guys can go to the back room and continue with whatever you need to do." He said, watching as Bella gave a small nod before shouldering Mikaela and motioning for her to follow as she began to head to the back. Once to the door she opened it, revealing a small couch and a flatscreen tv. It was a break room but would do. She waited for the girl to enter before she followed, shutting the door.




    "So, what do you want to know?"

  • The easy way? [pafp.gxg] or the hard way?

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    "Home life? I'm living by myself. Apparently parents don't approve of their kids wanting to be tattoo artists and not vets and shit." She said, plopping down on the couch and stretching out her arms. She ran her fingers through her raven hair. "Well, I do have a husky if that counts as a home life. I have to feed him and walk him I guess." She added, rolling her shoulders before slouching forward.




    "Besides that I sorta live here on and off. The only 'home' life involving family is here. Adam, Jesse, Brandy, Zayn, and Ollie." She said after a moment, reaching for the remote and flicking on the tv. She began to go through the channels before she just stopped it on the family movie channel. If there was one weakness Bella had it was kid movies like how to train your dragon all the way to Cinderella. The whole fairytale aspect in most of them just caught her attention. She just loved it, even more than when she was a kid.




    Grabbing for a pillow, she hugged it to her chest along with her knees. She had just realized that she had never bothered to put on her shirt so she somewhat covered herself up with the pillow and her knees, knowing that Mikaela wasn't as secure about stuff like this as she was. "Sorry, I know you hate seeing me shirtless." She apologized with a awkward chuckle, rubbing the back of her neck with on hand. Her eyes flickered from the tv to the brunette before quickly returning to the tv. She began to chew on her lip, a bad habit of hers.

  • Don't you see? [pafp.gxg] He wants you.

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    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 4px solid white; border-radius: 10px 10px 0px 10px; width: 90px; height: 95px; background-image: url(http://45.media.tumblr.com/bd9…np243AHv1toa9poo6_400.gif); background-size: 105%; background-position: center; margin-top: -2px; margin-left: -55px;][/fancypost] [fancypost bgcolor=white; border: none; width: 360px; height: 25px; margin-left: -5px; margin-top: 10px;][/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 365px; font-size: 17px; color: black; letter-spacing: -2px; margin-top: -31px; margin-left: -10px;][align=left]Isabella "Bella" M. Keller • 17 • Loner • Homosexual[/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=white; border: 1px solid white; width: 383px; height: 311px; overflow: auto; padding: 5px; text-align: justify; font-size: 11px; color: black; line-height: 11px; margin-top: 4px; margin-left: -8px;]• Click •• Click •• Click •• Click •







    • Plot •
    Your character is perfect, the ideal girl. She is what everyone looks up to and wishes to be. my character didn't know how she ever got the chance but she managed a date with your character. Almost instantly it's your usual love story until a boy appears into the picture. He spots your character off the spot and instantly wants her to be his. So, naturally, he befriends her and keeps his distance from my character. It all seems perfect until he starts flirting with your character. What happens when my character begins to notice and tries to tell your character but she doesn't see it as flirting? Will my character be able to handle the secret flirting and will your character notice it? So yeah, that's the plot. It's not too detailed but it'll get better after a bit. You'll play your character and I'll play the boy and girl. It's your choice how this plot ends, though. We can start to the day before the boy arrives and all you have to do is jump in with a picture, name, and age. c:




    • Starter post •




    Bella had no idea how she ended up as the school mosted adored girl's girlfriend. There was so many girls and boys better than her and more committed to dating her but for some reason the girl had chosen to give Bella a chance. She was happy about that, though. Now they were basically attached by the hips and hardly ever argued about things and if they did it was never major. It was like the ideal relationship, just like how [ your character ] was the ideal girlfriend.




    "Hey." Bella said as she approached the girl at her locker, giving her girlfriend her usual pearly smile before leaning up and pecking her on the cheek. She grabbed the girl's hand, lacing their fingers as she slung her backpack to hang from her free shoulder. "Did you get the homework for Mr. Nelson's class?" She questioned, awaiting her reply. It was happenstance that they both had the exact same schedule, even PE which happened to be their next period.




    -- the posts will get better as they go on, trust me. I just need something to reply off of cx

  • Don't you see? [pafp.gxg] He wants you.

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    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 4px solid white; border-radius: 10px 10px 0px 10px; width: 90px; height: 95px; background-image: url(http://45.media.tumblr.com/bd9…np243AHv1toa9poo6_400.gif); background-size: 105%; background-position: center; margin-top: -2px; margin-left: -55px;][/fancypost] [fancypost bgcolor=white; border: none; width: 360px; height: 25px; margin-left: -5px; margin-top: 10px;][/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 365px; font-size: 17px; color: black; letter-spacing: -2px; margin-top: -31px; margin-left: -10px;][align=left]Isabella "Bella" M. Keller • 17 • Loner • Homosexual[/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=white; border: 1px solid white; width: 383px; height: 311px; overflow: auto; padding: 5px; text-align: justify; font-size: 11px; color: black; line-height: 11px; margin-top: 4px; margin-left: -8px;]• Click •• Click •• Click •• Click •







    Bella gave a soft giggle along with a sigh at the sudden hug, enjoying the warmth besides her baggy hoodie. Unlike Mal she dressed far from adorable. She usually resorted to her universe joggers along with her extremely baggy black hoodie. Alongside that she also was terrible when it came to P.E. and honestly didn't see how Mal could stand it.




    "Yeah, we should get heading there before the coach gets onto me again about 'distracting you'." She giggled softly before stepping back, keeping their hands linked as she led the girl down the hall and out the double doors. There they easily reached the changing room after going down a flight of stairs, Bella pausing outside of the girl's changing room before stepping in, letting go of Mal's hand.




    "I hate these gym clothes they make us wear. At least the coach lets me wear the boy basketball shorts, though." She stated as she walked over to her small locker, easily opening it to reveal a plain gray T-shirt along with some baggy blue basketball shorts. She snatched them up before stepping off as far as she could from the chatting girls that had finished changing and began heading out to the field. Non of them were on Bella's friends list to say the least. Sighing, Bella shook the thought away before easily shedding away her joggers and slipping on her shorts. She then did the same with her shirt, awaiting Mal.




    -- it's fine! The only reason I had pictures because I already had this post ready to be honest. I know the troubles of mobile.