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((Sorry it's short I am bad at starting))

Evan walked along the board walk slowly. He took in a deep breath of the fresh air. He fished around in his pocket and pulled out his cigarettes and lighter. He put one in his mouth and light it. He looked out at the gentle water swaying back and forth. He took a drag of his smoke and exhaled. He kept walking looking in at the little board walk shops. He found a little coffee shop and got a coffee and sat at a table outside.

((lol its fine. I'm the same. ))

Miriam ran a hand through her blonde curls as her eyes glanced down at the water. Even though the water was polluted to an extreme, and could probably kill you if you drank it, it was still believe. Water was simple but yet some complicated, kind of like life in a sense. She rested her hands against the railing above the water and let her eyes close shut. She listened to the calming waves, letting her breathing slow down with it. Her parents were suppose to come down this weekend but they didn't and on the phone the first thing they asked was how Reese was doing. She was their daughter, why weren't they asking her. She let out a sigh, as took a small stone and throw it out into the water watching as it skipped across. She continued to walk down the boardwalk till she found a small coffee shop that she used to go to with her brother. Her eyes scanned the outside tables and fall upon a familiar cute boy. It wasn't till she got closer she noticed it was Evan. She got her coffee, black, and a small cookie, before heading over to Evan's table. She had talk to him at like at parties and at school, they had similar friends and weren't complete strangers. She flashed him a soft smile as she placed her hand on the wooden chair infront of him, "This seat taken?"

"Luckily for me not." He replied with a wink as he exhaled. He had talked to Miriam a few times enough to say he knew her. They had mutual friends and she always seemed nice enough. He took a sip of his coffee and ran a hand through his hair. He smiled over at Miriam. He looked out at the waves, they had picked up a bit. He took another drag from his smoke and made sure to exhale away from Miriam. His phone vibrated in his pocket and he pulled it out to check it. It was a message from his agent. He ignored it today was his day off a day to relax. "So what's wrong?" He asked Miriam. He could tell something was troubling her, her body language was pretty much screaming that something was wrong.

Miriam chuckled softly as she pulled the chair out and slumped inside. She placed her cookie on the table and kept her coffee in her other hand allowing it to warm up with fingers from the cool march wind. Her eyes flickered up into his direction once she heard him start to speak. She sent him a slight shrug before responding, "Parents. If you say you get along with them you're a lair." What she had said wasn't a complete lie, it was close enough to the truth. As if she was going to dump all her problems on a boy she barley knew, "But it's nothing a cigarette can fix. Mind if a steal one?" She was totally against smoking but she wasn't totally for it either. She smoked here and there, sort of as a last minute stress reliever, and she usually got it from other people anyways. She told herself that as along as she didn't buy it she wouldn't get addiction, and so far it was working, "How's life with you, Evan?"

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"Go ahead." He said as he pulled out the carton of cigarettes and placed them on the table and handed her the lighter. "I don't know me and my dad got along pretty well." He said. "Life's alright I guess." He said. He was a very secluded person when it came to his emotions. He scratched the back of his head. He never knew his mother and he and and his father were very close until his father died. "I got a day off of work finally." He said. He was pretty confident they hadn't spoken about work before then. He smiled across at her. He took another sip of his coffee and another drag of his cigarette and tapped the ashes into the wind. They carried them out towards the sea. He took a deep breath in.

"New York Red Bulls, right?" Miriam asked referring to his job. She had heard that he was a huge soccer player but she had never talked to him about it. She was really into soccer, though most would not of guessed considering she was so girly. Her parents forced her more into the arts, and she only really played now for fun from time to time, "Thanks," she chirped, as she grabbed grabbed the packed out cigarettes and pulled on out. She slipped it between her lips and lit it with the lighter. She took a long drag of her cigarette, and trying to be failing to make one of those 'o' shapes when she exhaled, "Consider yourself lucky that you're blessed with a father that gets along with you. I mean its not like I don't get along......It's just confusing."

Hillary smirked as she looked around boardwalk. Okay it was officially more like a grin. She loved the style of clothing she had chose to wear on her first night 'in town'. What could she say? The white silk dress always got the 'horn dogs' attention. She wasn't exactly a sleeping around kind of girl. She just wanted to point something out. She was new. She was here. the white dress did make a statement though. Hell was coming but was camouflaged in a way.

Hillary smirked tossing a wink in some random guys direction. Oh no worries. She was safe... She had some pepper spray in her purse. She laughed to herself, a small yet soft hand went up covering her red lips as she laughed, her curls falling down her shoulders. Hillary sighed then, her smile disappearing and eyebrows came together. She had clothes, shoes, and a small yet... kind of dirty little trailer she was living in. It was kind of sad, and a bit depressing. She sighed once again and turned completely around. She needed to get home... well.. to her new home anyway. There was no way in hell that she was going to her parents again. That was a hell no. She held her purse close. She had made herself, and put herself out there. People knew she was here. She chuckled softly. "Time to play games bitches..." She murmured to herself.

Hillary moved with grace and with fashion. Dance, something she was good at. Though she didn't particularly mind any of it. Well, being judge by it. As she walked lightly, like she was on a cloud, her hips swayed slightly. A small sigh escaped her red lips. Her brown hair swayed as she walked. With a small glance she peeked down at her cell checking the time. It was getting a bit late... and she was also a little bit bored... ugh.

Hillary slightly tensed as she felt a slight tap on her shoulder. She blinked, tilted her head, and then placed her phone in her bag. With a slight turn she was facing a boy.. well to be completely honest he looked like a man. A small blush crept up her neck and across her cheeks. Slowly she rearranged her purse and batted her eyelashes and gave him a smile. "Why hello.." She purred lightly.

Ahhh, so someone has noticed me... How odd. He looks like a man.. I wonder who he is... She thought to herself. Her eyes looked him up and down with slight curiosity and also seduction. "I am new. It's probably a good thing that you haven't seen me before.." She smirked and leaned to the side putting weight on her left leg and foot. "Do tell me though. Who are you?" she pointed her fingerat him

A small seductive giggle escaped her red lips and she gave him a slight smirk. She stepped a bit closer. "Well I don't know you so you should help me out Mr. Flirtatious." She whispered biting her lip slightly to add a bit of her 'magic'. She was intrigued by him. Curious. She felt a need to know who he was.

Hillary smirked. Kasper.. how extrodinary.A lovely name... She leaned in her lips up to his ear. "Hillary." She whispered into his ear with ease. Then she pulled back, even talking a step back. "It may not be a pleasure to know my name though sir... I'm quite dangerous..." She chuckled

She laughed lightly. "Secrets are best unshared, the past best left alone. You'll find out eventually... Rumors spread fast around here... so I am told... Say, how old are you?" She whispered curiously. Her eye lashes batting seductively once again. She would have fun with this one. That was for sure...

"I like to play games. Sorry if that bores you. Though, I'm 18." She nodded and then held her hand out, palm up. "Here, give me your phone." She nodded and raised her eyebrows waiting for him to do so. She would give him the pleasure. That was for sure. She chuckled lightly as she waited for him.

With ease and quickness she typed her number into his phone and then handed it back. "It's my number if you couldn't guess." She smirked. She reached up and tucked a loose piece of her hair behind her ear. She casted him a wink and giggled lightly. "Maybe we can meet again if you so please." She added

"A proper setting?" She asked ilting her head slightly. What did he mean by that? she waited for his explanation as she crossed her arms underneath her breasts watching him intently.

Wow! Well this was a first. She was taken aback. Unsure what to say, her mouth hung open for a while, surprise passing over her face. She cleared her throat. Cheeks red. "what exactly do we do on those?" She asked curiously and embarrassed

Hillary blushes deeply. Her eyes dropped and she swallowed. "Of course!" She lied blushing even deeper now. She coughed and looked away from the boy in front of her. Well this was completely embarrassing. She didn't know what to do know. What to say to the boy

Hillary took a deep breath. She smiled then gave a small nod before standing straighter. "Call me later and you'll get your answer." She leaned in and kissed his cheek. "See Ya." She whispered into his ear before giving him a wink and turning around and walking away. Her hips swaying slightly and hair bouncing. A large smile on her lips. A date... She'd have to look it up...

((Hey... Sorry but I can't read spoilers on me phone))

((Sure could you create a text topic for them?)

Tyson wandered the beach, he could of called up James, but after homecoming, he honestly needed sometime to cool down, to discover what he thought of the situation, before having to answer all the Aurora questions that would come his way. He was dressed in a pair of black skinny jeans, a white skater tank, and a leather jacket. His hair wasn't gelled up as per usual, his hair wasn't all stuck in one direction, but it was much just gelled up, in a messish way. (view spoiler)[ (hide spoiler)] He pulled a cigarette out of his pocket, along with a lighter, and lit it. He gazed at the water. It looked beautiful in the winter. Snow covered everything, and the water was covered in a thin sheet of ice. Sometimes he just wished life would freeze, "At least slow down a bit," he muttered to himself before placing the lit cigarette between his lips.

Azalea took out her phone, taking a picture of the scenic beach. She loved the beach and wanted to just have fun. She plugged in her Beats and let them sit on her neck blasting music. She wore a blue tank top that stuck to her form and a pair of jean short shorts. She head back from the waves and pulled out her book, sticking it in front of her and walking slowly along the shore, her sunglasses resting on her head. Her already wild hair was whipping to the wind but she didnt care. She wanted to feel cold, she liked it

Tyson turned to find a girl near him, giving her a quick once over, he concluded that she was his type of attractiveness. Judging by her appearance, he concluded that she was around his age, stating that she was in high school. But he hadn't seen her face around. Since she wasn't with a bunch of girls, and that she was reading, and letting her hair get all messy, and not following those fashion rules, and wearing sunglasses in the winter. She didn't seem to be the type that he hung around with. It took another puff of the cigarette before taking a few steps towards her, stating, "You know, usually, sunglasses are wore during the summer," he said with one of his infamous charming smiles, "Starting a new trend?"

A voice, a male's voice rung out. "Huh?" She lowered her book and looked at the boy in front of her. He had that bad boy look, and no matter how much she tried, she couldnt help but liking them. "Sunglasses? Uhh..yup, starting a new trend. But a more reasonable explanation would be that they are prescription glasses and i just wear them in case i need which right now i dont. And smoking isnt good for you, you know?" She suggested waving away the smoke. She couldnt help it. She was a goody-two shoes naive girl.

"I guess. I was pretty close," Tyson chuckled. He wasn't at all, but that was the joke. He took another drag of his cigarette before dropped it down in the snow, and stomping on it with his work boot, "So I've heard," he stated referring to her smoking comment, "Though, sometimes what bad for you in the longterm, is beneficial in the short term. Hard to quit, but I don't smoke as much as I used to." Only when I'm really stressed, or confused with my life, he thought as she held his hand out with a grin, "The name's Tyson Wilson." His eyes flickered over to her book, as he sent a gesturing nod, "What you reading?"

"Azalea Khione Jackson." She shook his hand lightly and took it back. "And im reading Clockwork Princes. The only proper sexy guy who knows how to get a girl." She sighed dreamily and hugged her book. "Of course, there isnt an idiot of a guy here that could ever tempt me. Im too much of a goody goody and actually alert to let that happen." She said with a smirk.

Tyson grabbed his chest as if he had been wounded by a gun, before stating, "Ouch. I feel insulted. I'd like to believe that I am a sexy, and pretty good I attracting the opposite gender." It was all playful, of course. He chuckled, softly, as he came down onto one knee, lightly grabbing hold of her hand, and gentely pressing his kiss against her hand, "O' sweet, Azalea. I have never seen true beauty till I saw thou face! Ay! Thou are like thee sun," he stating, smoothly, before sending her a quick wink, "Am I doing well so far?" He was flirt. To say the least.

She smiled before he had grabbed her hand and kissed it. It tickled. "Holy Hera, do not. Do not even go there." She said pulling back her hand. "Yeah. Alot of guys are good at flirting. But ahhh...a first date is as far as any of them got. Then, i dumped them. Nice lines though." She smirked, taking off her sunglasses from her hair and letting them hang from her tank. She ruffled her hair with a hand and put it into a loose bun. Her bright blue eyes shimmered and she adjusted her bracelet clad arms checking the time on her G-Shock. She rubbed her arms the cold finally taking effect on her.

Tyson chuckled as he stood back up with a soft chuckle, and a cheeky grin. It was funny, because even though he is considered to be one of the biggest heartthrobs at the St. Constance's, but when he came to dating, other than Reese. He really hadn't officially dated anyone. Even they didn't start by dating. So, in reality, he really hadn't even realistically dated someone. He cocked his head to the side, actually realizing for the first time. He shrugged, slightly, especially when Aurora came to mind. He shoved his hands into his pockets, "I guess, it is hard to reach your standards, Miss. Jackson." He laughed softly as he added, "Thanks. I used to do theatre, when I was younger." He was almost taken back that he let that slip. No one knew that, not even James. Might was well tell her you were into Shakespeare, he thought. He awkwardly, scratch the back of his neck, "Just don't tell people that." He noticed that she was getting cool since she was rubbing her arms, "You know. When it's december you probably shouldn't be in a tanktop," he stated, as he slipped his leather jacket and placed it on her shoulders.

"You did theatre? Nice. And I have no reason to go around broadcasting your secrets. Besides, I already live a hectic life, managing the mansion, my studies, and my social life all at once without a parent or helper." She said with an amused look and then one of sadness. She lightly tinged pink when he put his jacket over her shoulders. But she smiled and said, "Well, the cold numbs me. I use it to kinda forget about....my past. And I have a shirt but its back with the rest of my stuff."

((Just realized, I'm super bad a beginnings.))
Ruby was standing there just, texting her mom. When she was done, she put her phone back in her purse and started walking again.

Ruby was lost in her thoughts when she bumped into a guy. Immediately realizing her mistake she apologize. She said looking up, "I'm sorry."

"Oh no, I was just lost in my day-dream. Sorry." She smiled. "Yeah, I'm a senior there," Ruby replied.
Out of curiosity she asked, "Do you?"
Her phone started ringing. She probably just got a text from her mom, so she dug into her bag to check it out. She was right, her mom's text said that she was going to be late, so Ruby should order dinner.

"I just needed some fresh air." Ruby had had a fight with her mother. She felt horrible about the fact that her mother would not listen to her when it came to deciding her future. Ruby wanted to study art and literature, but her mother wanted her to be a doctor. But they had solved their argument, for now. Her mother had agreed to listen to her idea of an ideal future. It was funny with her and her mom, how they could solve an argument on phone.
"And what are you doing here?" Ruby teased.

"Nowhere really?" Ruby had noticed that little sadness in his eyes and asked, "If you don't mind my asking? What's bothering you?"

"Oh...I am sorry," she said. She knew what it was like to loose someone. "I lost a person who I was really close to a few years back. I understand. If you wanna...you know...talk about it. I'll be here."

"I am Ruby," she said as she shook his hand. "Yeah, why not."
She was starving. She had skipped breakfast and needed something to eat. She smiled at him.

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She laughed a little. Ruby herself loved winter. She loved how the cold encircled her in her arms.

"Oh thanks." Ruby and Jaxon walked for about a few minutes before they teacher her. She unlocked the door and into it. She asked Jaxon get into the passenger seat.

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Azalea wrote: ""You did theatre? Nice. And I have no reason to go around broadcasting your secrets. Besides, I already live a hectic life, managing the mansion, my studies, and my social life all at once without ..."

“Yeah. Not at school through,” he explained as she shoved his hands into his jean pockets. He still did, but only backstage hands. He wouldn’t want to be caught doing something as stupid and girly as theatre, and musicals. He helps with casting, and volunteers around studio. He thought were interrupted once he realized what she was saying. And he stood there silent for a moment, justing taking it in. “That all by yourself?” he asked with disbelieve written on his face. He couldn’t imagine being left alone to do all that. He was alone, but he had his maids. Tyson smiled back, about to ask about her past, but decided not to. Considering how hard it was for her to say that, he didn’t want a push it. Plus, he’d hate for someone to ask him about his. It wasn’t his business to know hers. He barely knew her.

She shifted a little but told him anyway. "Both of my parents are dead. I dont want to trouble anyone, maids...well, i like to be self-reliant to the best of my ability. So I do it myself. Doesnt lighten the stress, increases it actually, but it gives me space to do more volunteering, monetary donations, be the person who i want to be without the slightest influence. Ahhh...sorry, I talk alot." She apologized with a grin. "So your Tyson Wilson, hmmm? Word does spread...but your nothing like I imagined you to be." She said giving him a once over.

Tyson paused for a while about responding with, "I'm sorry for you loss." He had never really spent anytime with his parents, that to him they felt dead to him, and in a weird way he could feel himself slightly relating to her. It's hard to be without them, and left of your own. "I don't think I could do all that on my own," he explained, as she glanced down at her. He had maids that did everything for him, but they were kinda like his family. They knew everything about him, "Don't worry about it. I like to listen. You're interesting." He shrugged at her comment, "There's more to a person than what everyone sees. What did you think I'd be like?"

"The past is past. No use, dwelling on it. Wasnt like my father loved me all that much or like I knew my mother anyway." She took a ragged breath. "and well, I had a good two years to learn how to get used to the workload." She said thinking about the endless nights where she'd pour coffee and sit at her computer working day and night. She had only been 12. "Im interesting?well.." she blushed lightly. "And for what i thought youd be like? A complete jackass player." She said bluntly

"Parents are sometimes too caught up in their little bubble to be grateful for their children. I mean, you turned out so mature, and responsible, if it helps, they would of been proud, and should of been proud then," he explained, and then realized that he wasn't his area to touch upon, he awkwardly cleared his throat, "Sorry, if I just crossed a line." Considering we don't know each other. "Well, can understand why I'm seen like that," he shrugged as he shoved his hands into his pockets, once again, "And yeah. You're interesting, Azalea."

"You didnt cross any line. there wasnt a line to cross in the first place. Parents? You mean parent. Who knows where my dear mother is...anyway, mature and responsible? you clearly havent met me entirely." She said with a faint laugh. "Sorry, I shouldnt have been so blunt. Mouth has no filter. And thank you, I could say the same for you." She said nodding. Her phone chimed and she held up a finger asking him to wait. "Hullo?" it was from her client. "Ummm...im working on it. Your asking me to protect your accounts from mastermind hackers. Darling, i am the mastermind behind it all. All hackers are newbie's compared to me." The lady on the other end took on a condescnding tone when She called her "darling". "Trust me, love. I can do much worse. Im the one whose stopping all those idiots from screwing up your life so I can call you whatever you want. If you think I work for you...we need to go through our contrac again. Zels Out." She said and ended the call. "Sorry about that. Work." She said to Tyson