every rose has its thorns . miranda

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MIRANDA . 646 WORDS . OUTFIT . HOPE THIS WORKS

2012 had been another successful year for Cody Reyes in the industry. With five movie releases, there wasn't much to complain about. Approximately thirty productions had built his resume to what it was today. Who would have thought he'd accumulate so much success in a matter of ten years? Truly, he was extremely blessed. He'd been comfortably busy from the get-go, so time to relax often came as a shock to the young man. December twenty-first, four days before Christmas, was one of those free days. The next week and a half were bound to be full of family, so he opted out of driving to his parent's house. Instead, Cody decided to consult his iPhone's contact list. His thumb wasn't scrolling long before he found a proper candidate: Miranda Bell. Many of Cody's friends had been forgotten about through his constant travels and work. Miranda Bell was one of them. Guilty, he decided to give her a call.

After the first ring sounded, Cody realized he hadn't a clue if Miranda was even in Los Angeles. Actors and actresses could be in Los Angeles one day and Europe the very next morning. He knew from personal experience, so the entire call suddenly felt foolish. He heavily weighed the chance she wouldn't pick up. Leaving a message was less embarrassing than speaking through a completely understanding. The phone had now tolled three times. His chances of escaping were promising. Then, another voice was on the line. At first, Cody believed he was speaking to the answering machine. He wasn't. "Oh, hey, Miranda," Cody greeted, delayed. Better late than never. "It's Cody." It turned out she was in Los Angeles, after all.

Their conversation over the phone was mostly polite and to the point. He invited her out to The Vineyard to catch up, and much to his surprise, she agreed to meet him. His tendency to fall out with his friends wasn't always forgiven on the spot. Cody could name an entire list of tart-lipped critics. Even his grandmother had a bittersweet impression of him. Apologies were null after missing someone's seventy-fifth birthday. There was no excuse to pardon what he'd done. One of his prominent New Year's resolutions was keeping in better touch with those he cared about. A head start couldn't hurt. Cody had a lot of ground to cover.

Jeans, leather boots, a leather jacket, and a maroon scarf was his outfit of choice. He ran a hand through his hair and threw on a pair of sunglasses. The midday sun in California tended to be blinding through the windshield of his Audi R4. The drive was almost calming. He sorted through a jumble of thoughts. Some concerned work. Others surrounded his personal life. The lines were mostly blurred these days, so he revised his New Year's resolution: draw a clearer line between relationships and work. Unfortunately, his goals were often easier said than done. How many times had he attempted to segregate the two aspects in his life before? At this point, he was beginning to wonder if it was even possible.

He pulled into the parking lot and pulled into a space promptly after twelve. Cody wasn't one to be late to his appointments. Punctuality backed up the professionalism that many executives appreciated in him. Miranda wasn't present yet; he had just enough time to put his name in for a table. The Vineyard was busier than he anticipated, but the hostess managed to snag him a spot before Miranda showed up. Water was poured, bread delivered. Cody's eyes scanned the parking lot for incoming cars. Once he spotted Miranda, he waved her over. "It's so good to see you," he greeted, standing up. Cody wrapped her in a warm embrace. "I'm glad you were able to make it out," he added. "How've you been?"

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,width: 350px; padding: 10px; background-image: url(http://i.imgur.com/w6MZf.png);] its been a while since the wind blew something good my way Miranda was sick of auditions. She was sick of her mother. She was sick of her job. She was sick of everything really. Nothing was really going the way she though it would. Auditions day in and day out, along with her nag of a mother, and the dead end job she had; She was not living the life she thought she would when she told her mother she was going after her dream of becoming an actress. She wanted to be in something, anything, hell she wasn't picky. She just wanted a starter, something to give her hope. Rejection wasn't fun. In any way. She was sitting in her apartment, on her laptop looking for open calls in her L.A area. As much as the rejection hurt, Miranda wasn't going to sit and do nothing. Her heart was set on this dream of hers, besides .. she was way too stubborn to just give up. No matter how weak her mother thought she was, Miranda can actually deal with a lot. Miranda probably should be home, helping get prepared for the very near holiday festivies. But, Miranda wasn't a big fan of her family right now. She dreaded when her family came into town because there would be so many questions. "Do you have a boyfriend? No? Are you a lesbian? No? Then hurry up, your baby making eggs aren't getting younger. Oi! How's that acting career going? Any movies? No? Then you should quit that, get married, have a baby, and become a stay at home mother like your aunt Martha." Yeah, she'd pass. Her family will be lucky if they even see her on Christmas. She was scrolling down a random page when her cell phone began to ring. She looked at the caller id and realized it was Cody. Cody Reyes, she hadn't heard from him in awhile. Last she heard he was somewhere filming another movie. She loved how hardworking he was. If his hard work payed off for him, it was bound to do the same for her. "Hey Cody." she spoke they had talked just yesterday. She had a gift of being painfully casual. They talked a short while, he asked her on a friendly outing and she agreed. It was better than torturing herself over the roles she didn't get. She got up and put of some sandals and a cardigan. She already was clean and showered, so all she had to do was her hair. After she was all nice and presentable, she made her way to the Vineyard, where they agreed to meet. The sweet girl drove her year 1999 Toyota to the vineyard. She got out of her car, making her way inside. She noticed Cody waving her toward him, and so she walked over sweetly smiling his direction. "Hey Cody. Oh my gosh. you look the same. Okay, maybe a little more mature." She joked and smiled. "Oh I wasn't doing anything, so I figured it would be nice to catch up." She said fixing her dress and sitting down. "Good. Very Good. Getting my acting career together, slowly but surely. How about you? Doing big things eh?" Her smile showed how happy she was to see her friend. words: 549 - tags: Cody - outfit: link

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MIRANDA . 607 WORDS . OUTFIT . <3

Inviting Miranda out to lunch was one step towards a lengthy process of making up for lost time. Cody Reyes was paranoid over missing out on his friends' lives. After all, everyone was given a single life to live. Personally, he wasn't a believer in incarceration. If such a concept was possible, surely he would have formulated a way to balance work and social interactions. Guilt settled in his gut like an anchor. Hopefully their friendly outing alleviated the feelings of self-doubt. Cody chided himself too often to be healthy, though he begged to differ. Diane Reyes, his mother, constantly reminded him to take one day at a time. "You'll accomplish nothing if you continue fretting over that in which you cannot change," she preached. Although the words weren't entirely hers, Cody tended to follow her advice as best as he could. Her years made her wiser by default. Nonetheless, not a single bone in her young son's body doubted her. She was his mother and that was that.

Today Cody was grabbing the steer by the antlers and running with it. Karma played in his favor for the most part. Very few cars traveled the Los Angeles strip, so his journey to The Vineyard was made with little interruptions. Miranda arrived on the dot, so he assumed her commute had been as easily completed. "Hey Cody," she greeted. A warm, charming smile overcame the twenty-four year old's features. Miranda was a sweet girl. She had the fiery determination that he possessed as a teenager, barely known by the faces of Hollywood. He had complete faith in her abilities to go farther than her family gave her credit for. Kindred spirits seldom burned out. He withdrew his hands from their casual embrace, loosely resting his arms by his sides. His smile widened into a grin when Miranda commented on his appearance. Had their last encounter been so long ago? His The Lucky One transformation had taken place in late April. His ignorance hadn't been so rooted into the past, had it? No, of course not. Cody couldn't bare to believe he'd been a recluse for so long...

Pushing the thought aside, he managed to force out a light-hearted chuckle. Of course, there were many sincere words at his disposal to describe Miranda. She was gorgeous! So, "You look great," was his decided answer. Truer words had never been spoken, though Cody refrained from letting his eyes loose to wander. They soon sat and continued to speak casually with one another. Life had a way of bringing about highs in lows in life, and Cody was especially interested in hearing of the previous news. Nodding was the most appropriate response for her explanation, a mindless habit Cody had picked up sometime during his life. Only when her thoughts were complete did he decide to offer his opinions on the matter. Small talk was to be expected after a gap so wide. Politely, he replied, "I've been busy with work." The hostess snuck in and set some bread on the table, so he ripped off a piece and offered the basket to Miranda. "You're going to miss the days when auditions were your biggest concerns," he insisted. He took a bite of bred, chewing thoughtfully. "I wish I would have enjoyed climbing into the industry more than I had. Once you're in, it's like your life passes before your eyes." Cody laughed nervously, shaking his head. Work had taken over his mind again. It was official. Stepping out of the rut he dug around his career was a feat to be marveled upon.

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