NOBODYS PERFECT - DREA

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=valign,top][atrb=style, height: 300px; width: 100px; padding: 10px; background-color: #f2f2f2;] [STYLE=color: #777; width: 100px; text-align: justify; text-transform: uppercase; font-family: courier new; font-size: 8px;]NOBODYS PERFECT, NOBODYS PERFECT EH. BUT YOURE PERFECT FOR ME. ROLLIN, WE RIDIN HE LIKE TO GO INSIDE AND I LOVE TO GO ALL NIGHT AND WE ROCK THE BOAT, POSEIDON I LOVE TO CALL YOUR NAME NAME NAME BABY I LOVE TO CALL YOUR NAME NAME NAME[/style]

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[atrb=style, width: 340px; background: url(http://i.imgur.com/OMrnW.png); height: 300px; padding: 10px;][STYLE=background-color: #fff; width: 320px; padding: 7px; font-size: 10px; font-family: tahoma; line-height: 12px; -webkit-box-shadow: 2px 2px 3px #ccc; -moz-box-shadow: 3px 3px 4px #ccc; box-shadow: 2px 2px 3px #ccc; height: 240px; overflow: auto; text-align: justify; color: #494949;]At 5'7" and just over 120 pounds, it wasn't a stretch to say that Tavin J Fox was skinny. He had hoped to meet Andrea, Alex had showed him a picture of her, and had mildly put the idea in his head that getting to know the beauty was a brilliant idea, and after chatting with her briefly, he couldn't find a reason to disagree. She was good looking, and to him it seemed, she was worth the chase, not that L.A. wasn't filled with beautiful women, with all the right curves and flawless skin. What had caught his attention was how flawless she'd appeared, though just by looking, he knew that it had been completely natural. Not that Tavin was picky, but he preferred his women to be natural beauties. It didn't take a million dollars to make an ugly girl, good looking. What seemed more amazing to Tavin was that the natural beauty seemed to have no idea how good looking she was. As sweet as apple pie. He gave her a little text, he'd gotten her number from Alex, who was more than willing to fork it up, "scratch the cheerios, meet me at the beat at Santa Monica, bring a swimming suit. Tavin." He laid out a blanket, and had a basket full of snacks, perfect for a picnic. He wasn't a romantic guy, he was barely only 19, but to him, his childish nature, screamed adventure. He sat shirtless, his white swimming trunks, detailed in purple and teal lines, creating small little squares. leaned back against the blanket, his sunglasses over sized for his small face, made him feel more fabulous. He beach was full of other people, men and women dressed in different designs of swimming suits. Men needing more fabric, while women needed less. There was not even a cloud in the sky, little tints were placed randomly along the beach side, with blankets and people crowded under them. Kids screaming from the water, while mothers yelled from the dry hot sand of mid-day heat, pointing fingers and screaming, no's and don'ts. He seaguls were flying around, waiting and mocking anyone who would carelessly leave food unattended. Most of his life he'd gotten exactly what he wanted, when he wanted it. Right down to the clothes he wore and the car that he drove. there was nothing that he couldn't have, and he loved it that way. He spent most of his life alone, while his father went from location to location for treatments. It was hard on the family, but Tavin would not, and could not be affected even by the most seriousness of the situation his father faced. It was very possible that his father would lose function of his whole body, while the shakes he had for years wasn't bad enough. Sometimes while he slept he could hear his mothers sobs. It was hard on everyone, but Tavin remained strong. [/style][STYLE=float: right; margin-right: 20px; margin-top: -1px; background-color: #fff; -webkit-border-radius: 0 0 5px 5px; -moz-border-radius: 0 0 5px 5px; border-radius: 0 0 5px 5px; height: 10px; padding: 3px; font-family: tahoma; text-transform: uppercase; color: #494949; text-align: left; font-size: 9px; -webkit-box-shadow: 2px 2px 3px #ccc; -moz-box-shadow: 3px 3px 4px #ccc; box-shadow: 2px 2px 3px #ccc;]#CHAR • 490 WORDS • FINALLY, NOT THE BEST[/style]

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background: url(http://i.imgur.com/S9CXo.jpg); padding: 7px; width: 400px, bTable][atrb=vAlign,top][style=background-color: #fafafa; padding: 5px; float: left;][/style]

[atrb=vAlign,top][style=background-color: #fafafa; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 9px; text-align: center; width: 300px; text-transform: lowercase; color: #494949; margin-top: 3px; margin-left: 3px;]words 615 words · tags tavin · outfit here notes ohhai[/style][style=background-color: #fafafa; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 9px; color: #494949; padding: 5px; width: 290px; margin-left: 3px; text-align: justify; margin-top: 5px;]Drea was currently disturbed. Yesterday was a disaster from the get-go. Chatting on the public chat was something of an addiction for the twenty year old these days. She'd made a lot of friends on the chat. Rockie told her about Zeroes through the service, and she couldn't even describe how many bonds she'd conjoined because of it. More than anything, she met Danny through the chat. He'd been a cutie that Andrea took to almost immediately. She had been head over heels for Dale then, but her initial attraction to Danny was as clear as day. She thought her affections were mutual. Their kiss at Gwen's wedding solidified her belief that her time with Danny was different than that with Dale. As she was beginning to realize, her hopes were once again dangerously high for a weak foundation. She was spending her morning watching television when she received a text message from an unrecognizable phone number. She opened the message with her curiosity at its peak. Tavin. The boy from the chat. The boy Alex showed her picture to. Andrea had no doubt in her mind that Alex was behind this as well. Everyone was suddenly convinced Drea should drop all ties to Danny before she crashed and burned. Drea didn't want to give in. She believed Danny when he said he hadn't meant to punch Raynold with as much force as he had. There was an underlying aggression between the two anyways. Men acted on impulse. Danny didn't mean any harm. If she lost faith in him, what would that say about her? Would her loyalty to him be questioned despite their unofficial standing? Her constant conspiracies were creating anarchy in the depths of her tainted mind. Danny, Danny, Danny. She needed to escape the confines of her house. "Hunter! I'm taking your car!" Drea called upstairs. She wasn't sure where Hunter was, but he knew about her transportation arrangements. She didn't have a car of her own due to insufficient funds. After she was paid for A Stupid Apology and One Step Too Far, she'd have more than enough income to slide by. She'd buy her mother a nice home for her to live in rather than the dinky, water-damaged apartment she settled for. She'd also buy herself a brand new car, her first car, so she wasn't obligated to high-jack Hunter's every time she needed to run an errand. The seat of the car was hot on her bottom considering her striped purple bathing suit bottoms was all the fabric she had to protect herself. She gave a small yelp and ignited the car's engine. In a few minutes, she was pulling into the parking lot of the beach. Andrea was coming at his request bearing in mind that the outing was not a date. He'd left her flummoxed the day before when he lured her into agreeing to eating Cheerio's with him. She had a vague memory of what he looked like from the eye-brow-wiggling icon he'd used the day before. Short brown hair. Slender figure. Bush eyebrows. Charming smile. All of which were used to identify him as the boy sitting on a blanket. "Hi," Drea greeted with a sheepish smile. Tavin was shirtless, and a picnic basket was set next to him. Oh boy. She looked around momentarily. "A picnic, huh?" she asked, curious. That couldn't be a good sign. Tavin seemed like a sweet kid, maybe a little full of himself, but sweet nonetheless. She didn't want him to pick up the idea that she was interested in him when Danny had her heart captured. "That's quite the upgrade from Cheerio's," she pointed out.[/style][style=background-color: #fafafa; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 9px; text-align: center; width: 300px; text-transform: lowercase; color: #494949; margin-top: 5px; margin-left: 3px; margin-bottom: -3px;]template by john of ote & btn[/style]

[tavin]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=valign,top][atrb=style, height: 300px; width: 100px; padding: 10px; background-color: #f2f2f2;] [STYLE=color: #777; width: 100px; text-align: justify; text-transform: uppercase; font-family: courier new; font-size: 8px;]NOBODYS PERFECT, NOBODYS PERFECT EH. BUT YOURE PERFECT FOR ME. ROLLIN, WE RIDIN HE LIKE TO GO INSIDE AND I LOVE TO GO ALL NIGHT AND WE ROCK THE BOAT, POSEIDON I LOVE TO CALL YOUR NAME NAME NAME BABY I LOVE TO CALL YOUR NAME NAME NAME[/style]

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[atrb=style, width: 340px; background: url(http://i.imgur.com/OMrnW.png); height: 300px; padding: 10px;][STYLE=background-color: #fff; width: 320px; padding: 7px; font-size: 10px; font-family: tahoma; line-height: 12px; -webkit-box-shadow: 2px 2px 3px #ccc; -moz-box-shadow: 3px 3px 4px #ccc; box-shadow: 2px 2px 3px #ccc; height: 240px; overflow: auto; text-align: justify; color: #494949;]Out of the traits given, Tavin favored his father on sizes, and structure. Their little size and thin frame made others over look him, more times than not, but despite his lack of mass he contained, he had considerably reasonable muscle definition. The key outlines of a six back and small bumps in his arms. He was definitely stronger than he looked, and though his mouth usually rang out louder than any fight he'd ever been part of, he'd always was the last to drop his stance and give up on the heat of the moment. Brave as well as gutsy, he was never one to let himself welcome being looked down on. "Hi," a thin dark headed girl said, his smile spreading at the corners of his mouth, she was every bit as beautiful as she was in the picture, if not better in person. "Hey pretty lady." he said, a small wink through his dark over sized celebrity sun glasses. He laid back, on his elbows, his legs crossed at the ankles, the sun beating down on his bronze skin. His hair gel'd into place, after had cut it in December, he found himself still trying to get used to the idea that the hair he was ever famous for, was no longer a side flip away from perfection. He pat the place next to him, a small suggestion for her to come sit, the weaved basket positioned between them. "Yes, Ma'am." he said, his panty dropping toothy grin never leaving his face completely. Of course, Tavin had heard all about Danny Crawford from Alex, the one that had set up the whole meet and greet between Drea and himself, but he was under the impression that the guy was self destructive, he'd been in two fights within a few days. He didn't care the reasoning or the drama behind the situations, all he knew was that Danny was going to be out of the picture one way or other, he didn't care who's toes he had to step on to get there. Drea may be fighting her attractions to him at the moment, but he was completely confident that she would be playing a different tone soon enough. Licking his lips before he spoke, giving his bottom lip a little nibble, a quick jester, "I was hungry, thought you'd be too," he said, smiling once again. He pulled down his sunglasses, his hazel eyes, outlined in a viraty of brown lush of lashes, he looked down his nose at her, "Are you impressed?" he asked her before letting out a chuckle, light, careless, he was in it for the fun, the fun of chasing after her. The fun of each passing moment that would get them closer to that goal. He opened up the basket, sandwiches that resembled the ones bought at Subway lined the inside of it, with every type of chip they sold, "I was thinking, Subway.. but I didn't know what you liked." he explained, his finger pointing at each and every sandwich, wrapped instead of the subway normal packaging but wrapped in clear shrink wrap, "So I just bought one of everything." he lifted up his sunglasses, allowing her to choose first, and then grabbing one at random, he wasn't a picky eater. [/style][STYLE=float: right; margin-right: 20px; margin-top: -1px; background-color: #fff; -webkit-border-radius: 0 0 5px 5px; -moz-border-radius: 0 0 5px 5px; border-radius: 0 0 5px 5px; height: 10px; padding: 3px; font-family: tahoma; text-transform: uppercase; color: #494949; text-align: left; font-size: 9px; -webkit-box-shadow: 2px 2px 3px #ccc; -moz-box-shadow: 3px 3px 4px #ccc; box-shadow: 2px 2px 3px #ccc;]#CHAR • 550 WORDS • JBIEBERRRRR[/style]

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background: url(http://i.imgur.com/S9CXo.jpg); padding: 7px; width: 400px, bTable][atrb=vAlign,top][style=background-color: #fafafa; padding: 5px; float: left;][/style]

[atrb=vAlign,top][style=background-color: #fafafa; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 9px; text-align: center; width: 300px; text-transform: lowercase; color: #494949; margin-top: 3px; margin-left: 3px;]words 560 words · tags tavin · outfit here notes love him!![/style][style=background-color: #fafafa; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 9px; color: #494949; padding: 5px; width: 290px; margin-left: 3px; text-align: justify; margin-top: 5px;]Andrea hadn't expected him to be as slender as he was, but she supposed his stature made complete sense considering his father's height. Alex filled Drea in on all the common knowledge of Mr. Tavin, and she was incredibly surprised to find he was the son of the Back to the Future star, Michael J. Fox. To say Drea was a fan of that trilogy was an understatement. Her ringtone was the theme song of that particular series. On too many occasions to count, her phone nearly scared the daylights out of her upon hearing the action-packed tune on high volume. She thought about changing her ringtone for that reason alone, but her love for the movies claimed victory through and through. Knowing she was having lunch with the son of such a production was nerve-wracking enough. Tavin was cute. Really cute. Great. Just Great. Not only was Andrea second-guessing Danny's loyalties to her, the son of Michael J. Fox was less than a yard away from her working the charm her obviously possessed. With food. Someone definitely tipped him off on her greatest weakness, and she had a good feeling she knew exactly who that someone was. "Hey pretty lady," Tavin greeted. Drea's eyes snapped back to his figure. Pretty lady. Drea gnawed on her gums subtly. Dale, Danny, and now Tavin had greeted her in such a way. A light blush overcame her cheeks. She watched his movements with intrigued curiosity. He'd probably given millions of other girls the same show. Then again, Drea knew better than to pass judgment until someone proved her theories correct. Tavin had a clean slate for now. She wondered how long he'd keep it. There was something about him that made Drea hesitant to jump right into his game. Maybe she was paranoid from her recent experiences with Dale and Danny, but he seemed too suave to be faithful. Not that she was looking for a committed relationship from him. They were just two acquaintances getting to know each other through a couple sandwiches. Or a lot of sandwiches. Once she was seated and looked inside at all the neatly-wrapped deliciousness, her eyes must have grown two sizes. She raised her gaze to look him square in the eyes. He had pretty eyes, too. They were caramel brown, much different from her dirt-filled ones. "I'm always hungry," she admitted with a grin. Her eyes fell over the basket once more. "And I have to say this is a little better than Cheerio's." There were so many choices to peruse. Turkey, ham, bacon, all three? Chips of all varieties, too. Salt and vinegar? Regular Lays? She bit her lip as she fumbled to make up her mind. The turkey sandwich looked appetizing. She picked that one as well as Regular Lays. "You know, you didn't have to go through all this trouble," she told him politely. Drea grew up in a low-income family, so accepting anything of moderate value was more difficult for her than any normal person might find it. Her fingers picked at the plastic wrap encasing her sandwich as she continued. "For future reference, you can never go wrong with Turkey and Swiss on white." She took a small bite of her sandwich then, noting all of the flavors. "This is so yummy," she finally confessed.[/style][style=background-color: #fafafa; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 9px; text-align: center; width: 300px; text-transform: lowercase; color: #494949; margin-top: 5px; margin-left: 3px; margin-bottom: -3px;]template by john of ote & btn[/style]

[tavin]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=valign,top][atrb=style, height: 300px; width: 100px; padding: 10px; background-color: #f2f2f2;] [STYLE=color: #777; width: 100px; text-align: justify; text-transform: uppercase; font-family: courier new; font-size: 8px;]NOBODYS PERFECT, NOBODYS PERFECT EH. BUT YOURE PERFECT FOR ME. ROLLIN, WE RIDIN HE LIKE TO GO INSIDE AND I LOVE TO GO ALL NIGHT AND WE ROCK THE BOAT, POSEIDON I LOVE TO CALL YOUR NAME NAME NAME BABY I LOVE TO CALL YOUR NAME NAME NAME[/style]

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[atrb=style, width: 340px; background: url(http://i.imgur.com/OMrnW.png); height: 300px; padding: 10px;][STYLE=background-color: #fff; width: 320px; padding: 7px; font-size: 10px; font-family: tahoma; line-height: 12px; -webkit-box-shadow: 2px 2px 3px #ccc; -moz-box-shadow: 3px 3px 4px #ccc; box-shadow: 2px 2px 3px #ccc; height: 240px; overflow: auto; text-align: justify; color: #494949;]Time and time again, Tavin found himself knee deep in trouble, but lucky for him he had a strong management crew. He was able to get the interviews he needed to settle the press and bodyguards to protect him from anything that came his way, if need be. The problem people had with him wasn't so much who he was, but who he showed himself to be. Not everyone liked the confidence he reeked. It really showed in the teenage girl fan base he'd grown. With the mention of his name, group of girls would stop to scream. Not that he was really well known as of yet, but the way he was, the way he looked, made the girls melt. He absolutely loved that. Seemed to be though that, with every girl that loved him, there were two guys that hated his guts. That wasn't good for business either. His dream was to be Tavin J Fox as a free lance name, not, Michael J Fox's son, Tavin. Her eyes dead set on his, wide with astonishment, her dark brown eyes were probably one of the most beautiful things about her, other than her plump cheeks that begged to have lips grace them, "I'll remember that." he said, laughing lightly, food was the way to her heart, not that Alex had filled him in on that little detail. He watched her eye the sandwiches, as if trying to choose out of so many choices. "It was a tough call." he admitted, "I'm always in the mood for my cereal." he said, with a bit of a wanna be gangster accent. "but, you know, you gotta make a good first impression." he smiled, licking his lips ever so slightly, a habit he had, not only to catch a girls attention, pull her in, but to give his occasional dry lips a little flow. "It was well worth it," he said, his face falling serious for the first time since she'd joined him, "Just to see the look on your face." he returned the look of amazement, wide-eyed and not nearly as beautiful, "It was cute." he said relaxing his face once more. He pointed at her, deep concern spreading at the edges of his face, pulling right into the center, "But what if you ever change your mind?" he asked, "I don't want you to get bored with me." he said lightly. picking the wrapper of his own sandwich which appeared to be some kind of grilled chicken. "always keep you guessing." he said as he pulled ff the last bit of its coverings, taking a huge bit, closing his mouth as he chewed, swallowing hard, he pulled out two bottled waters, and handed one to her, "you'll always have fun with me." he promised, but looking into her face, he knew that she didn't quite get the weight of his promise. He grinned at her, "Only the best." he said giving her a little wink before he pushed up his sunglasses with the tip of his middle finger and and let out a little sequel of delight. [/style][STYLE=float: right; margin-right: 20px; margin-top: -1px; background-color: #fff; -webkit-border-radius: 0 0 5px 5px; -moz-border-radius: 0 0 5px 5px; border-radius: 0 0 5px 5px; height: 10px; padding: 3px; font-family: tahoma; text-transform: uppercase; color: #494949; text-align: left; font-size: 9px; -webkit-box-shadow: 2px 2px 3px #ccc; -moz-box-shadow: 3px 3px 4px #ccc; box-shadow: 2px 2px 3px #ccc;]#CHAR • 518WORDS • LOVEloveLOVE[/style]

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background: url(http://i.imgur.com/S9CXo.jpg); padding: 7px; width: 400px, bTable][atrb=vAlign,top][style=background-color: #fafafa; padding: 5px; float: left;][/style]

[atrb=vAlign,top][style=background-color: #fafafa; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 9px; text-align: center; width: 300px; text-transform: lowercase; color: #494949; margin-top: 3px; margin-left: 3px;]words 545 words · tags tavin · outfit here notes i love them.[/style][style=background-color: #fafafa; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 9px; color: #494949; padding: 5px; width: 290px; margin-left: 3px; text-align: justify; margin-top: 5px;]This guy was a hoot. Drea couldn't put her finger on what it was about him yet. Sure, she wad drawn to his humor and dazzling smile, but there was also something holding her back. Danny was the obvious response to that particular hunch, but there was something else that suffocated her voice of reason. He came off as the type she'd fallen for multiple times in high school. Drea knew better than to be involved with a bad boy, but her heart never learned. She always caught herself tossing curious glances at the boys with sagging pants and a criminal record. Any girl would, she supposed. Opposites were supposed to attract. She didn't need a credit of Advanced Placement Physics to know that. "I'll remember that," he told her. Drea's eyes momentarily met his. Whereas a more confident, flirtatious girl might offer a witty comeback, Andrea remained quiet. The pink on her cheeks spoke for her, truly. The glands in Andrea's cheeks were obviously overactive. His comment about cereal unleashed a laugh from her lips. The laugh was curt but the punctuated "ha's" that her laugh consisted of were nonetheless distinguishable. "Well, you succeed," Drea finally uttered. She could see herself befriending Tavin. His humor was entertaining, and she wasn't ignorant of the odd twang he'd used in his speech. There was a frightening amount of Caucasian teenagers who took on the very same tone. Growing up in San Diego, Andrea was accustomed to the sound. It was just one of the many facts of life. The atmosphere between them grew serious for but a moment before her cheeks were painted pink once again. Tavin's eyes grew wide, mocking her previous expression. "Hey!" Drea whined, burying her face in her hands to shield her embarrassment. She soon slid her palms to the edges of her cheeks, framing her features with her hands. "Did I really look that dorky?" she asked, giving him an expectant look. By no means did Andrea stress over her appearance in vain. She was the kind of girl who'd go to the store in her pajamas without so much as a comb through her knotted bedhair. She didn't think she'd practice that habit as frequently anymore, but she had a record of doing so in that past. Eating her turkey sandwich helped calm her frayed nerves, and when he offered her a water bottle, she took it. Bored with him? "Bored with you?" she giggled. Drea shook her head and continued to chew the bite she'd taken. Once the food was chewed and swallowed, she shook her head. "You're giving me a lot of information to process," she said seriously. Dry humor wasn't Andrea's specialty, so she wasn't sure how long she'd last. He made the task a struggle when he continued to assure him of who he was and what she'd expect from him in the future. Her weak facade was broken when he squealed. Her laugh once again spewed out into the open air. "What was that?!" she said between her laughs. This time she was the one mocking him, producing a high-pitched squeal that exaggerated what he'd done previously. For now, his words rang true. Her visit with him thus far was fun. [/style][style=background-color: #fafafa; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 9px; text-align: center; width: 300px; text-transform: lowercase; color: #494949; margin-top: 5px; margin-left: 3px; margin-bottom: -3px;]template by john of ote & btn[/style]

[tavin]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=valign,top][atrb=style, height: 300px; width: 100px; padding: 10px; background-color: #f2f2f2;] [STYLE=color: #777; width: 100px; text-align: justify; text-transform: uppercase; font-family: courier new; font-size: 8px;]NOBODYS PERFECT, NOBODYS PERFECT EH. BUT YOURE PERFECT FOR ME. ROLLIN, WE RIDIN HE LIKE TO GO INSIDE AND I LOVE TO GO ALL NIGHT AND WE ROCK THE BOAT, POSEIDON I LOVE TO CALL YOUR NAME NAME NAME BABY I LOVE TO CALL YOUR NAME NAME NAME[/style]

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[atrb=style, width: 340px; background: url(http://i.imgur.com/OMrnW.png); height: 300px; padding: 10px;][STYLE=background-color: #fff; width: 320px; padding: 7px; font-size: 10px; font-family: tahoma; line-height: 12px; -webkit-box-shadow: 2px 2px 3px #ccc; -moz-box-shadow: 3px 3px 4px #ccc; box-shadow: 2px 2px 3px #ccc; height: 240px; overflow: auto; text-align: justify; color: #494949;]At nineteen, Tavin J Fox was the prime example of what happened to teenagers when they grew up with the spotlight. They expected more out of their experience. They knew what it was supposed to be like, and demanded it 99% of the time. He expected people would recognize him, want autographs and pictures of him. He loved that. Every second of it and even felt disappointment when he walked by a group of people and not a single one noticed him for who he was. He loved checking out his fan sites online, and checking the picture count, hoping to find away to get a little more attention. But despite all of that, he was a real person, several positive and negative traits about him, depending on who was categorizing them, the judge was always the power maker. As their eyes locked, it seemed like time stopped, the sun beating down on her dark hair, the reflection of himself in her eyes, the way the beach was only a fraction of the beauty in his sights. He could tell she was shy, and it only pulled him in further, fighting to catch her off guard and so he could see delight in her eyes once more, her laughter so sweet, so adorable. He laughed lightly with her, the contagiousness in her laugh, taking over him. "Well I'm glad, no one wants to be a failure." he said. How effortless his replies came, like they were all well rehearsed, but they kept their sincerity through and though. As her delicate hands placed over her reddening face, he chuckled, leaning over the basket, placing one hand over hers, "Awe, don't hide from me." he ushered. "You looked adorable, no lie." he said, his smile from ear to ear, it was easy to be playful with, she went right along with him, easily opening herself up for the teasing and joking. He leaned back on his elbows, looking up at her, a flirtatiousness smile lingering on his lips, as he sucked in his bottom lip for a bite, watching her eat her sandwich. Only sitting up to unwrap and take his first bites after she was pleased with her sandwich choice. "Man of my word." he said. He ate his sandwich falling quiet as he chewed and swallowed. "That was the start of your new life." he said, biting back the sarcasm in his voice, "Now that you've met me, nothing else matters." he assured her, with confidence. He smiled as she made the same sound, "Or maybe it was a mating call, glad to know you are interested." he said teasing her. He gave her a smile, "Anything in my teeth?" he asked, leaning his chin closer to her, his eyebrows lifting up over his sunglasses. "Lets go swim?" he asked her, holding out a hand to her. The beach was just as full as any Saturday would be around one, and the water was the perfect temperature.[/style][STYLE=float: right; margin-right: 20px; margin-top: -1px; background-color: #fff; -webkit-border-radius: 0 0 5px 5px; -moz-border-radius: 0 0 5px 5px; border-radius: 0 0 5px 5px; height: 10px; padding: 3px; font-family: tahoma; text-transform: uppercase; color: #494949; text-align: left; font-size: 9px; -webkit-box-shadow: 2px 2px 3px #ccc; -moz-box-shadow: 3px 3px 4px #ccc; box-shadow: 2px 2px 3px #ccc;]#CHAR • 500WORDS • started with tavin today[/style]

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[atrb=vAlign,top][style=background-color: #fafafa; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 9px; text-align: center; width: 300px; text-transform: lowercase; color: #494949; margin-top: 3px; margin-left: 3px;]words 545 words · tags tavin · outfit here notes couple name? [/style][style=background-color: #fafafa; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 9px; color: #494949; padding: 5px; width: 290px; margin-left: 3px; text-align: justify; margin-top: 5px;]That's right. No one wanted to be a failure. If anyone knew that from the bottom of their heart, Andrea was a likely candidate. She was in the industry to win the hearts of millions of fans. First, she had to woo the directors and producers of various productions to be revealed. Her charm seemed to be working just fine, but she had a hunch Carina had a lot to do with her rapid shot to fame. People were already considering her a breakthrough actress despite her lack of released roles. Her life was blessed with great honors, and her title was just another example of her fortune. As naive as Drea was, the amount of attention she'd been reeling in from the opposite gender couldn't be missed. "Pretty lady" was something people Andrea didn't even know well called her. Tavin was living poof of that. Her self-esteem was always momentarily lifted upon hearing the greeting. A lot of people in high school swept Drea to the side. Her timid nature wasn't worth breaking down. Now that she was being exposed to the spotlight and her shy tendencies were melting away with the glow, she was much more accessible. Her sensitivity to touch had begun to recede as well. She didn't jump at his touch notwithstanding the fact she hadn't been anticipating him to reach for her hand. His words convinced her to show her face once again. "I wish I could say the same for you," she teased. "You looked like a frightened hippopotamus." And even though she had no idea how she came to that conclusion, she decided to roll with her words. She kind of had to now that her words had been heard. Tavin had a comfortable confidence about him that Andrea appreciated. She always felt more secure with someone who, at the very least, thought they knew what they were doing. Confidence was often contagious. There was no way she'd initiate self-concerned jokes had he not stepped forth to do so first. People were sensitive by default. In this spoiled day and age, the likelihood of crying over spilled milk was probably tripled. That's just what society had come to. Her eyebrows shot up when he began explaining himself. The start of her life? Now that she met him nothing else mattered? Drea shook her head and took yet another bite of her sandwich. "So modest," she replied sarcastically. And then, as if it was a pattern, Tav went on and said something that flushed her cheeks dry. She actually choked on her sandwich. Drea was forced to wash down the remaining chucks of food with a long swig of water. "Don't say that!" she chided. She wasn't supposed to think about anything but purity. Out of habit, she toyed with the chastity ring on her finger. There wasn't really anything left from her sandwich apart from a small portion of bread bereft of any of its stuffing. She'd accidentally pulled out the rest of the meat and cheese in her last bite. Drea examined his teeth upon his request, noting how straight and white they were. She shook her head in response, glanced at the sea, and grinned at his next question. "I thought you'd never ask," she replied. Drea reached for the hem of her shirt before hesitantly pulling up. She had numerous insecurities of her body, and exposing her stomach to a complete stranger made her uneasy. She removed her shirt anyways, throwing it to the side. She was standing in the next moment, waiting for Tavin to lead the way.[/style][style=background-color: #fafafa; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 9px; text-align: center; width: 300px; text-transform: lowercase; color: #494949; margin-top: 5px; margin-left: 3px; margin-bottom: -3px;]template by john of ote & btn[/style]

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=valign,top][atrb=style, height: 300px; width: 100px; padding: 10px; background-color: #f2f2f2;] [STYLE=color: #777; width: 100px; text-align: justify; text-transform: uppercase; font-family: courier new; font-size: 8px;]NOBODYS PERFECT, NOBODYS PERFECT EH. BUT YOURE PERFECT FOR ME. ROLLIN, WE RIDIN HE LIKE TO GO INSIDE AND I LOVE TO GO ALL NIGHT AND WE ROCK THE BOAT, POSEIDON I LOVE TO CALL YOUR NAME NAME NAME BABY I LOVE TO CALL YOUR NAME NAME NAME[/style]

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[atrb=style, width: 340px; background: url(http://i.imgur.com/OMrnW.png); height: 300px; padding: 10px;][STYLE=background-color: #fff; width: 320px; padding: 7px; font-size: 10px; font-family: tahoma; line-height: 12px; -webkit-box-shadow: 2px 2px 3px #ccc; -moz-box-shadow: 3px 3px 4px #ccc; box-shadow: 2px 2px 3px #ccc; height: 240px; overflow: auto; text-align: justify; color: #494949;]The toughest hardship that Tavin had to surpass was the shadow of his own father, and by the way that everyone greeted, they still referred to him as Michael's son instead of Tavin the actor in.. What made it worse was that because of his fathers illness, press were constantly asking him about how his father's condition was, instead of asking him about his own career, his own life. It was frustrating. He almost hated his father for that, if it wasn't for the fact that it was his father, and he loved him for that purpose, and the considerably easy life style. His car, everything his own was gifts from his father and his success story. Yeah, that's right, he was jealous. He wanted to be the star, it was his turn. A simple laugh escaped his lips, before he pinched them together,"A Hippo huh?" he let his head fall in slow motion as if he was ashamed of himself, "Been packing on the pounds." he said giving the skin over his stomach a light pinch, feeling the skin between his finger tips. There was no fat on his body, period. "I think you meant to say I looked sexy." a quick wink with the added touch of his wiggling eyebrows, "You always gotta read between the lines with some girls." he explained, his matter of fact personality showing through as he told her with such dedication, God, he almost believed it himself. "and for that, thanks." he said, placing his hand over his heart, as if he was honored When did modesty get a person anywhere in this business, he thought, silently. "If you got something, that someone else wants, why not show it?" he asked, a question that wasn't meant to be answered. "I say, we both know its true, so why hide it?" the way he talked so smooth, the words rolling off his tongue, sliding ever so gracefully off his lips, which were contagiously formed into a tight formed smile, never was he able to completely remove it. He liked her company, she allowed him to play with his words, let him be himself. Alex would have told him to stop trying to play pimp for the day by now. At her reaction, he laughed out loud, tears stinging his eyes, he hadn't imagined she would have been that innocent to be embarrassed over the mention of mating. "Oh sorry, that's the second date." he said, as if that was reassuring, looking over, he could see that was no better, "Kidding, Chill." he said, he leaned forward, pushing his legs into an Indian style as soon as the last bite was taken. Looking over, between her fingers, a ring was twisting, the reflecting light off the sun, he wasn't going to ask. He stood up, dusting himself off before extending his hand to her, she was excited for the water, but seemed shy about removing her over cover, and he waited for her. As soon as they left the comforts of the blanket, their feet hit the hot sand, and he took off in a jog towards the wet sand, which was only about ten feet away. he walked towards the water, the waves hitting his toes then his ankles, pausing, he looked back at her, "You aren't one of those girls that are afraid to get their hair wet, are you?" he asked. [/style][STYLE=float: right; margin-right: 20px; margin-top: -1px; background-color: #fff; -webkit-border-radius: 0 0 5px 5px; -moz-border-radius: 0 0 5px 5px; border-radius: 0 0 5px 5px; height: 10px; padding: 3px; font-family: tahoma; text-transform: uppercase; color: #494949; text-align: left; font-size: 9px; -webkit-box-shadow: 2px 2px 3px #ccc; -moz-box-shadow: 3px 3px 4px #ccc; box-shadow: 2px 2px 3px #ccc;]#CHAR • 500WORDS • Tandrea??[/style]

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background: url(http://i.imgur.com/S9CXo.jpg); padding: 7px; width: 400px, bTable][atrb=vAlign,top][style=background-color: #fafafa; padding: 5px; float: left;][/style]

[atrb=vAlign,top][style=background-color: #fafafa; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 9px; text-align: center; width: 300px; text-transform: lowercase; color: #494949; margin-top: 3px; margin-left: 3px;]words 523 words · tags tavin · outfit here notes ha. she is tan. [/style][style=background-color: #fafafa; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 9px; color: #494949; padding: 5px; width: 290px; margin-left: 3px; text-align: justify; margin-top: 5px;]A hippo. Even after a few moments passed since her otherwise random remark, Andrea had yet to decide where the origin of "hippopotamus" came from. He didn't resemble a hippo. Not at all. If anything, he needed more meat on his otherwise slender bones. Muscle shaped the surface of his arms easily. A visible six pack hailed from his abdomen. Hippo? Nah. "Maybe you should stop buying out Subway," she suggested with a grin. Wasting food wasn't okay with her. There were some days when she was young where she'd have to skip out on dinner because her mother hadn't rummaged up some sort of food that night. The economic crash in 2006 had rocked the low-income family to their core. If she somehow landed six years previous, her past self wouldn't believe her when she said she was going to be in movies once she'd turned twenty. Six years ago, Drea's dream was college and a stable career. Acting wasn't stable. Movies were constantly being filmed, but that didn't guarantee her a role in any of them. Roles were obtained with talent. Luckily, Andrea had a few tricks up her sleeves. She had yet to go talentless in her whole three months living her far-fetched dreams of senior year. "How'd you know what I was thinking?" she asked sarcastically. Even though she had no idea where "hippo" came from, "sexy" was not what she truly meant. He was cute, yes, but Danny was cute, too. She allowed him to think whatever he wanted. There was little use in being a Debbie downer. An amused twinkle ignited in her eyes as she watched him. He was so sure of himself. Andrea was envious of his confidence. She shrugged her shoulders for a lack of words. "You sound like you've got the world figured out," she observed. As long as Tavin was in the picture, nothing could go wrong. As long as Tavin was around, boredom was invalid. As long as Tavin was around, the sun would continue to rise in the morning and set in the evening. At least to Tavin, he was everything. Drea wasn't sure how she felt about that quite yet. She knew his certainty would probably one day annoy her. For now, she passed the comments off as free entertainment. They were somewhat comedic in a way. Drea wondered how well she'd pull off arrogance. Cussing, insensitivity, and selfishness were all concepts unknown and unpracticed by her. She wore one-piece swimsuits up until she was eighteen years old. "This isn't a date," she reminded him, glancing in his direction. She couldn't date someone when she was supposedly linked to Daniel Crawford. It wasn't right. She couldn't hurt Danny like that. Two friends were allowed to spend time together at the beach. As long as the paparazzi didn't show, friends at the beach was exactly what they'd stay. Neither of them were truly famous enough to be recognized. Andrea didn't think it'd be a problem. "What if I am?" she countered, stepping into the piercing California water. She wasn't, but if she was, what could Tavin possibly do?[/style][style=background-color: #fafafa; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 9px; text-align: center; width: 300px; text-transform: lowercase; color: #494949; margin-top: 5px; margin-left: 3px; margin-bottom: -3px;]template by john of ote & btn[/style]

[tavin]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=valign,top][atrb=style, height: 300px; width: 100px; padding: 10px; background-color: #f2f2f2;] [STYLE=color: #777; width: 100px; text-align: justify; text-transform: uppercase; font-family: courier new; font-size: 8px;]NOBODYS PERFECT, NOBODYS PERFECT EH. BUT YOURE PERFECT FOR ME. ROLLIN, WE RIDIN HE LIKE TO GO INSIDE AND I LOVE TO GO ALL NIGHT AND WE ROCK THE BOAT, POSEIDON I LOVE TO CALL YOUR NAME NAME NAME BABY I LOVE TO CALL YOUR NAME NAME NAME[/style]

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[atrb=style, width: 340px; background: url(http://i.imgur.com/OMrnW.png); height: 300px; padding: 10px;][STYLE=background-color: #fff; width: 320px; padding: 7px; font-size: 10px; font-family: tahoma; line-height: 12px; -webkit-box-shadow: 2px 2px 3px #ccc; -moz-box-shadow: 3px 3px 4px #ccc; box-shadow: 2px 2px 3px #ccc; height: 240px; overflow: auto; text-align: justify; color: #494949;] Stop eating Subway, he thought, his mind panic crashing through him like a tidal wave, "That's not gonna happen," he said with a shrug, "Guess I'm just gonna just let myself go." he joked. There was no way in the world he was going to get fat, not with his work out schedules and his genetics were completely lined up for the small frame that he was. If anything, he tried really hard to gain wait, the good kind, muscle mass, and so far, it had been a process, but he was improving, ever so slowly. It was hard to appear to be bigger when the body had absolutely no fat to be turned into muscle, "You'd still think I was cute, right?" he asked, as if suddenly very concerned, though the possibility was impossible. He chuckled on her reaction on him putting words into her mouth, of course that wasn't what she meant, he knew she was shy, just the way she carried himself, but he liked pushing her over the edge. Taking her out of her comfort zone, getting more and more cheesey with every passing sentence, he was doing a good job at it, and it was getting pleasure in it. "I have a sixth or seventh sense, i think." he said with with pride, it was absolutely bull shit, he knew that. women were just as much of a mystery to him as the next kid his age, but he's arrogance refused to admit it out loud. He looked at her candidly, watching the way she moved, wiping hair out of her face, and tucking them behind her ear. The way she moved, everything was so gracefully, like an angel moving. She had no idea the kind of effect she could have on a guy like him if she played her cards right, and it was the way he seemed so clueless that made him want to snatch it up, and show her how she should be treated by a guy, but was he ready to say he was ready to give up the idea of the thousand of women that would lie for a single glance from him? No, not really, but was he considering it, maybe. "A guy only needs to know what he has to." he said sticking his tongue out at her, in a childish way. The two of them walked hand in hand to the water, him holding onto he grasp as if he was afraid she'd suddenly disappear, he wanted to keep her safe, and even as she seemed to want to pull her hand away, she let him lead her. He liked that. "I was just asking." he said straight face, before he dropped his hand allowing her hand to go free, looking off in the distance. Before turning to her in one quick motion, picking her up and throwing her over his shoulder, before running in the water. wading in, the water getting deeper and the waves hitting him harder, her feet and body wiggling in his grasp, the water to his hips, he let himself get pushed, turned to his side, the two of them engulfed with the splashing waves, letting her go as soon as they hit the water, both their bodys completely emerged. He coming up out of the water, his sunglasses still on his face, he took them off and threw them into the water. He smiled at her, "I really hope you aren't that kind of girl." he said laughing, his face soaked. [/style][STYLE=float: right; margin-right: 20px; margin-top: -1px; background-color: #fff; -webkit-border-radius: 0 0 5px 5px; -moz-border-radius: 0 0 5px 5px; border-radius: 0 0 5px 5px; height: 10px; padding: 3px; font-family: tahoma; text-transform: uppercase; color: #494949; text-align: left; font-size: 9px; -webkit-box-shadow: 2px 2px 3px #ccc; -moz-box-shadow: 3px 3px 4px #ccc; box-shadow: 2px 2px 3px #ccc;]#CHAR • 590 WORDS • YAY TAVIN MUSE[/style]

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background: url(http://i.imgur.com/S9CXo.jpg); padding: 7px; width: 400px, bTable][atrb=vAlign,top][style=background-color: #fafafa; padding: 5px; float: left;][/style]

[atrb=vAlign,top][style=background-color: #fafafa; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 9px; text-align: center; width: 300px; text-transform: lowercase; color: #494949; margin-top: 3px; margin-left: 3px;]words 647 words · tags tavin · outfit here notes SUCKY POST D; [/style][style=background-color: #fafafa; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 9px; color: #494949; padding: 5px; width: 290px; margin-left: 3px; text-align: justify; margin-top: 5px;]At Drea's suggestion, she could of sworn Tavin's heart stopped. She didn't blame him. She'd be crushed if someone told her she should stop eating ice cream or marshmallows. She'd be interested to see Tavin let himself go. His small frame was so tiny that imagining any real meat on him seemed funky to her. He looked great as the slender man he was. Not that she had anything against obesity. Other than the serious health risk weighing a bit more than anyone should could provide, Andrea treated heavier set people with just as much respect as someone who was slender. She didn't think beauty relied on weight as so many teenage girls were concerned. She had never fretted over her weight because of a quick-paced metabolism, but she was sure she'd be just as optimistic had she been rounder than she was now. Drea considered his question at great length to build suspense. "You'd be as adorable as a chipmunk," she replied. That was her second animal reference for the day. Weird. She blamed the nerves. She said the stupidest things when her heart got to racing like it was. Drea scrunched her nose up at the possibility of him reading her mind. "That sounds like a personal problem," she pointed out. Drea didn't think anything repulsive to overhear, but imagining someone coming into her mind and reading whatever they wanted scared her. That's why she didn't keep a diary or a blog. She'd be too afraid of her personal problems breaking the surface. She had an odd thought process. People might think she was odd if they were in on the way her brain worked. Had she not just compared him to a hippo and a chipmunk? Whatever. Okay. She was running through everything he said or did with the impression that everything he said or did had some alternate motive. His earlier moves on her gave her the right to be paranoid. She didn't want to hurt Danny, just as she was sure Danny didn't want to hurt her. All she wanted was a normal relationship with a guy that made her feel good about herself. Danny made her feel that way. Danny made her feel secure in a world full of hateful crimes. She couldn't describe what she'd give just to be in his warm embrace once again. Instead, he was miles and miles away, out of her reach. She was at the beach with a friend. No matter what she tried to convince herself of, Andrea knew she'd rather be with Danny than Tavin any day. That's just how falling for someone worked. They were her everything. Walking hand in hand with him on the beach felt a lot like cheating though Drea knew that nothing of the sort was happening between them. She was a little more relieved when he finally let go. Maybe this beach idea was ill-bred. Maybe she shouldn't have agreed to come. She didn't want anyone to be slapped in the face by today's events, especially Tavin. He seemed a lot more interested in her than she could ever be in him. For that reason, she took a side step away from him. Her subtle movement did nothing to deter him. He moved quick and began twirling her into the air until he lost his footing. Andrea squirmed in his grasp and laughter because she was extremely ticklish. Her nose filled with salty water as they fell into the ocean. She surfaced at the same time as Tavin, coughing from the salty inhale of water. "You jerk!" she cried, splashing him fitfully. She was laughing the entire time she did so. Laughing, coughing, and splashing. It was quite the combination. "And now my hair is all wet," she continued to whine playfully. "What ever am I going to do with myself now?" [/style][style=background-color: #fafafa; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 9px; text-align: center; width: 300px; text-transform: lowercase; color: #494949; margin-top: 5px; margin-left: 3px; margin-bottom: -3px;]template by john of ote & btn[/style]

[tavin]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=valign,top][atrb=style, height: 300px; width: 100px; padding: 10px; background-color: #f2f2f2;] [STYLE=color: #777; width: 100px; text-align: justify; text-transform: uppercase; font-family: courier new; font-size: 8px;]NOBODYS PERFECT, NOBODYS PERFECT EH. BUT YOURE PERFECT FOR ME. ROLLIN, WE RIDIN HE LIKE TO GO INSIDE AND I LOVE TO GO ALL NIGHT AND WE ROCK THE BOAT, POSEIDON I LOVE TO CALL YOUR NAME NAME NAME BABY I LOVE TO CALL YOUR NAME NAME NAME[/style]

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[atrb=style, width: 340px; background: url(http://i.imgur.com/OMrnW.png); height: 300px; padding: 10px;][STYLE=background-color: #fff; width: 320px; padding: 7px; font-size: 10px; font-family: tahoma; line-height: 12px; -webkit-box-shadow: 2px 2px 3px #ccc; -moz-box-shadow: 3px 3px 4px #ccc; box-shadow: 2px 2px 3px #ccc; height: 240px; overflow: auto; text-align: justify; color: #494949;] As they came up from the depths of the ocean bottom, he laughed, shaking his head, his hair styling itself in a completely different nature as the perfectly design as he'd arrived with. You Jerk! she called him, as she splashed him, laughing, ahd he couldn't wipe the smile off his face, as he splashed back at her, the both of them dripping with fresh salt water spray. He went under the water, his hands making contact with he leg, and he grabbed for it. His intention was to pull her leg up and dunk her once again, the youth in him, the child like side, screaming to get out, as the two of them surfaced once more at his question, "Guess you shouldn't have come to the beach, then." he teased# The water coming right above his belly botton, he felt the most alive with the sand below his toes and the warm water surrounding him# He had a beautiful girl with him, who was laughing and seeming to have a good time so far with him# They may not know each other that long but Tavin knew that most of the girls in L#A# were pleasantly refreshed by his ability to not take every situation so seriously, in fact he was the first to set aside his man hood to go run first in a full on sprint to any open swing set, jumping out of them onto the ground below# #b#"You aren't that kind of girl#"#/b# he informed her, his body coming closer to hers, he wasn't that much taller than her, only inches over her, #b#"I knew the moment we spoke#"#/b# he told her, seriously, the fun and games gone from his face# He could also tell that she was feeling uncomfortable by how close they were, but the urge to be near, only pulled him closer, inches from her, he pushed the loose hair, glued to her face by the water, and placed it back with the rest of them. "Who else would be interested in Cherrios but a girl that likes to have fun? he asked, taking a step back from her. He wasn't going to give up the chase for Drea, and she was going to give into him, he knew it. She might be fighting hard to resist the urge to let loose with him now, but eventually, she'd let go of whatever dead weight was holding her back, and she'd coming running to him, and he'd await her call, meeting her whereever, and the mood would be set, at first as friends, then as more. [/style][STYLE=float: right; margin-right: 20px; margin-top: -1px; background-color: #fff; -webkit-border-radius: 0 0 5px 5px; -moz-border-radius: 0 0 5px 5px; border-radius: 0 0 5px 5px; height: 10px; padding: 3px; font-family: tahoma; text-transform: uppercase; color: #494949; text-align: left; font-size: 9px; -webkit-box-shadow: 2px 2px 3px #ccc; -moz-box-shadow: 3px 3px 4px #ccc; box-shadow: 2px 2px 3px #ccc;]#CHAR • 590 WORDS • YAY TAVIN MUSE[/style]

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background: url(http://i.imgur.com/S9CXo.jpg); padding: 7px; width: 400px, bTable][atrb=vAlign,top][style=background-color: #fafafa; padding: 5px; float: left;][/style]

[atrb=vAlign,top][style=background-color: #fafafa; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 9px; text-align: center; width: 300px; text-transform: lowercase; color: #494949; margin-top: 3px; margin-left: 3px;]words 505 words · tags tavin · outfit here notes this needed closure. [/style][style=background-color: #fafafa; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 9px; color: #494949; padding: 5px; width: 290px; margin-left: 3px; text-align: justify; margin-top: 5px;] "Guess you shouldn't have come to the beach then," Tavin told her. Andrea gave him a withering look, a laugh dancing behind the facade. What would she be doing now had she decided to skip out on the beach? Watching television? Nibbling on Pringles from the cupboard? Both? Either way, spending the day at the beach was a much more productive use of her time. Tavin, as she had already established, seemed like a decent guy. He'd made a few forward remarks, but many men she came into contact these days acted the exact same way. According to Hollywood men, she was desirable and refreshing. What she had been doing wrong in high school was completely beyond her. Then again, wasn't high school about the social pyramid? It seemed to Andrea that the wealthier, outgoing cliques were better matched for each other, whereas the nerds weren't compatible with anything other than their number two pencils. "It's not too late to leave," she shot right back, grinning. Wit was something that came easily to Andrea whenever she felt at ease. The fact was definitely in Tavin's favor. The more he bantered with her, the more sure her footing with him as a person grew steadier. She didn't mind that he seemed to have her figured out already. Andrea's character came off simplistic to a majority of the living, breathing population. Considering Tavin was in fact living and (hopefully) breathing, his vote was as valid as the next guy's. Simplicity was often better in the long run, anyways. Life was more enjoyable when there weren't additional lines blurring the boundaries. Of all the people in the world, Andrea was probably the biggest advocate for knowing exactly where she stood with someone. Her past was to blame. For now, she didn't think she'd have any trouble knowing where she and Tavin were. The electric wire protecting her from trespassing never switched off, so any chance of Tavin sneaking into the danger zone were basically vaporized. As long as she had a chance with Danny, he'd be nothing more than a friend in Andrea's eyes. Who knew, maybe he'd even become a brother like Dominic had. Tavin had all the qualities she thought a brother of hers might have. Who was there to say fate wasn't setting up a beautiful friendship? Their humor fit like a glove. They could obviously have a good time together. She'd always wanted a male best friend to turn to when she was weak. And when he questioned her about the cheerios, she had an appropriate answer to reply. "A fatty?" she teased, splashing him with water once more. Their afternoon continued in a similar fashion, a collage of salt water, grins, and half-consumed piles of food. Andrea returned home later that evening with a grin the size of Texas smeared on her face. The more she thought about Tavin, the more she awaited their next encounter. It had been a long while since Andrea had let her hair down like she had.[/style][style=background-color: #fafafa; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 9px; text-align: center; width: 300px; text-transform: lowercase; color: #494949; margin-top: 5px; margin-left: 3px; margin-bottom: -3px;]template by john of ote & btn[/style]