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Post by BRANDON RICHARD STEELE on Jan 2, 2012 19:44:44 GMT -5
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[/div] tearing love apart,
It was mid-Saturday day, around noon after the first three weeks of school and Brandon had managed to roll out of bed and hop into the pool for an awakening swim. He dipped and dived across the pool several times by himself, just getting a good work out through the water. He’d thought about joining the swimming team multiple times before but he always considered it to be way too girly, and he just wasn’t interested in it. Besides, football took up almost all of his time, and so did baseball and lacrosse. His weekends were even pretty filled up with sporting events and parties, but until night time he was free. He came up to the ledge of the pool and watched his new step sister clean the mess up from the patio of beer cans and food, rolling her eyes, looking super dissatisfied. Brandon pulled himself up with ease no thanks to his upper body strength and walked slyly over to the table, drying his hands and picking Lizzie’s cell phone up as if it were his own. “You know,” he started, getting the young blonde’s attention as she put the last trash bag in the black can, “We have a maid for a reason.” He told her dully, sweeping through her mile-long contact list in search of someone to entertain him. He knew she was a cheerleader, so that meant the others were in there, right?
“She shouldn’t have to clean up everything.” [/i] Lizzie had snapped before heading over to the kitchen and getting a wash cloth to clean the back patio table of salsa and other gross foods that clouded the shiny glass. Brandon laughed and rolled his eyes at her, coming across the name Serena in her contacts list and opening a text message for her. ‘Hey. You should come over and we can have a naked pillow fight on Brandon’s bed.’ He texted and laughed as he hit send, just as Lizzie came back and noticed he had her phone in the first place. “You little prick, what did you do?” [/i]Lizzie accused, grabbing the phone and looking at her sent messages before shoving Brandon back a foot and sending a new one. ‘Sorry, I guess that was Brandon’s way of inviting you over.’ She quickly sent before leaving the backyard once again and retreating for her room, where should would stay until the night owls came out to join her. Brandon laughed as he dried his hair and walked over to the newly cleaned table, getting his phone up and texting the girl himself. ‘I’ll be in pool. Bring your suit.’ It read, and once it was sent he walked over to the diving board and dived into the pool, swimming across to the shallow end under water. He swam back and forth for a couple of minutes before sitting on the ledge, facing the gate but not watching it like a hawk or really even eagerly. He had spent the previous night at Melody’s side during a party and snuck off with her to get busy, but not even she was really in his thoughts, or football for that matter. The only thing that interrupted his one-way track mind was food, and that they were fresh out of, so the thought didn’t taunt him much. [/div] 553, blehhh, serena
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Post by serena on Jan 3, 2012 13:24:26 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: dddddd; border: #cccccc solid 8px; width: 420px; padding: 15 5 15 5px;] TURN OUR GOLDEN FACES INTO THE SUN The Words: 623 The Outfit: here The Notes (: Serena had spent the better part of the day lounging around by the pool, working on her tan. Her older brother was home for the weekend and had brought a friend, and she was content sitting around watching while the two college boys goofed off in the pool. She had already been threatened with a splash more than once if she didn’t join them, and she’d simply rolled her eyes flirtatiously and made a joke about the view being better with her sunbathing in the lounge chair. She was used to the attention she got whenever her brother’s friends were at the house since it had been like that for the last few years. She had to admit that it was nice to get some attention from guys a few years older than her, and she basked in the compliments and flirting that came with frequent visits from her brother’s friends. It put her in the spotlight even more so than usual, and she loved it. Actually, she loved any attention that she got, but that was beside the point. Either way, the blonde was content to be sitting around doing nothing all day and the view from her chair wasn’t one she was going to complain about, even though part of it included her brother.
As she reached for her drink, Serena’s phone began to vibrate and she picked it up to discover a new text message from Lizzie. Once she read it, she raised an eyebrow in confusion since Lizzie would never say that kind of thing to her. It was only after she got the second message that it all made sense. How typical of Brandon to send her something like that and try to pawn it off on Lizzie. Rolling her bright blue eyes, Serena quickly wrote back. ‘ No big deal, should have known it was him,’ she responded before putting the phone back on the table and grabbing her drink to take a sip. As she did, she saw water coming her way and quickly dodged it, turning towards her brother’s friend and giving him an annoyed look when he smiled at her mischievously. She was almost tempted to just get into the pool already and get him back for trying to splash her and was about to get up to do so when her phone buzzed again. Picking it up for the second time, she saw another text from Brandon himself. Staring at the screen in annoyance at his demanding tone, she sent a quick reply back telling him she’d be there soon, then downed the rest of her drink, waved to the boys and went into the house. She figured that she might as well go over to Brandon’s if he was out by his pool too, and if she got bored she’d just go and hang out with Lizzie. It sounded like a good plan to her.
Once she was inside, she went up to her bedroom and pulled a sundress over top of her bikini and slid her feet into a pair of flip flops. After that, she grabbed her over-sized purse and car keys and headed to the garage. After opening it and staring her car, she pulled out of the driveway and made her way to Brandon and Lizzie’s. When she got there, she parked on the street outside their house, gathered up her bag and went around to the backyard just in time to see him dive into the cool blue water. She didn’t make her presence known until after he’d swam around for a few minutes and faced the gate. “Impressive dive,” she said casually, walking through the gate and dropping her bag on a nearby chair.
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Post by BRANDON RICHARD STEELE on Jan 8, 2012 2:49:58 GMT -5
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[/div] tearing love apart,
Brandon’s thin lips curved into a disgustingly charming smirk, his eyes glazing over with intent to kill, or in this case, seduce. He brought his legs up and ran his hand through his messy, wet hair as he came forward, stepping over one of their sleeping dogs and coming towards the blonde girl. The dog shook from the water that dropped on it and stood up, walking quickly into the house. This caused Brandon to laugh a little bit, having found it funny how jumpy the dog that Lizzie brought over with her was. It was a shiba inu, or some kind of Japanese shit, he wasn’t sure, but he did have to admit that it was pretty damn cute. It looked like a fox really, and that in itself was pretty badass in his book. He wasn’t much of an animal person but it was definitely a girly dog, and it made him glad they already had a big German Shepard to regain the manliness of the Steele-Rose household.
“I know it was.” He replied and came forward, crossing his arms over his muscular, lean body. He tilted his head and locked the gate behind him, making sure that it wasn’t possibly for Roman, their German Shepard, to open the gate and run off. It had actually happened before and he was gone for two weeks, but somehow he managed to find his way back. Those weeks had been hell for Brandon; Roman was his best friend, even more so than Liam, the only difference was that he couldn’t get drunk with the dog. For someone who didn’t like animals, he adored his dog, and sometimes when even the king of undefined emotions broke his streak, the dog would be there whereas he wouldn’t let himself be seen by another human.
“So, you gonna take that dress off or what?” He said with a grin, putting his hand on the side of the house and leaning his weight on it. He kept his eyes on her and leaned forward, pressing his lips on hers, a sort of greeting measure on his behalf. His face stayed close even after he pulled away and he grinned at her, grabbing her hand and motioning his head towards the pool. “I feel weird being the wet one here.” He said, smirking at the joke he put into a casual phrase.
397, blehhh, serena
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Post by serena on Jan 10, 2012 11:15:53 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: dddddd; border: #cccccc solid 8px; width: 420px; padding: 15 5 15 5px;] TURN OUR GOLDEN FACES INTO THE SUN The Words: 445 The Outfit: here The Notes (: Serena stood there in front of the gate, reaching back to close it as Brandon’s eyes fell on her. She waited as he climbed out of the pool, stepped over his sleeping dog and walked over to her. At that moment, the dog got up and Serena smirked in amusement as it went into the house. Now she and Brandon were alone in the backyard, but she was fine with that. She’d already promised herself that if she got too uncomfortable around him, she’d simply excuse herself and go into the house to find Lizzie, but she was sure that wouldn’t be the case. She raised an eyebrow at his cocky response, having expecting it. “Not too cocky at all, are you?” she teased, feeling her bag fall from her shoulder and reaching up to put it back. She shifted slightly as he reached over to lock the gate then looked at him to see what he was going to do.
Her eyes fell on his wet, muscular body and she sighed. The boy was attractive, there was no doubt about that, and it was hard to resist the temptation sometimes. They were already friends and there was some obvious sexual tension between the two of them, which Dainton had definitely caught onto. Serena was one of the few girls that Brandon hadn’t slept with, and she was determined to keep it that way even though he could be impossibly charming and irresistible most of the time. She couldn’t help it, especially when she and Dainton were on an off period and he was pissing her off more than anything. In fact, he had recently stormed into her backyard to accuse her of sleeping around, and she’d gotten extremely annoyed with him. That was one of the reasons why she’d agreed to go and hang out with Brandon that day, just to spite Dainton. It was a game the two of them often played against each other.
Before she could answer his question, Brandon leaned forward to press his lips against hers and she let him do it. Serena had known him for a while, and knew that he liked to greet most girls that way, so it wasn’t a big deal. She shrugged in response, deciding it would be fun to tease him a little. “Why? You don’t like it? she responded flirtatiously, leaning against the side of the house. He kept his face close to hers and smiled at her, and before she knew it he’d taken hold of her hand and was motioning to the pool. “Of course you do,” she responded with a laugh, finding the joke amusing. |
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