{ s t a r s h i p s } are meant to fly , tavin
Sept 30, 2012 17:31:36 GMT -5
Post by stephanie on Sept 30, 2012 17:31:36 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=style, background-color:#f4f4f4; width:400px; padding:8px; border: 8px solid #9b6464;] After hearing about Tavin's misfortune, Stevi Rae made sure to clear her schedule for Saturday night. Not that she had any plans in the first place. His situation stimulated an abnormal amount of brain activity. Sure, the idea of marriage and kids came up in jokes, but Stevi hardly considered legitimate relationships, much less falling in love with someone. For the longest time, she assumed Tavin would have her back no matter what. Nope. He'd gone down the same path Dale had with Bianca. Andrea had him bound by an inescapable force, so she was doing him a favor by showing him the life he'd give up for a relationship. Her initial plan was The Victory Nightclub in downtown Hollywood. Then she reconsidered. If Tavin was as far gone as she feared, he'd be in no mood for the heart-pumping, grinding dance music that every nightclub in town played. Alas, Plan B was her next bet. Unfortunately. Hollywood Boulevard exploded with lights and activity at midnight. She didn't think Tavin's recent heartbreak would impact his ability to stay up until insane hours of the night. The movies didn't entail excessive sleeping, right? Sleep loss was globally advertised. Excessive amounts of food and chick flicks were also acceptable. Frankly, she'd be moderately uncomfortable if Tavin decided to cure his loneliness with Zac Efron in The Lucky One or Johnny Kane in The Notebook when he should be wasted, half-naked, dancing on tabletops having the time of his life. Acting robbed kids like them the opportunity to attend crazy frat parties on the weekends, so Stephanie was determined to show Tavin an even greater time. As his ex-girlfriend, she was practically obligated to rid his thoughts of other women. Stevi was shoving excuses in every nook of her mind. Her actions were justified. They had to be. Stevi was decked out in red skinny jeans and an abstract printed t-shirt when she pulled up to Tavin's house in her dark blue Chevrolet suburban. He lived with his parents in their expensive mansion in Hollywood. That was another similarity between she and her former lovebug. He actually enjoyed his parents. Unlike her, he relished family dinners and spending as much time as mommy dearest as possible. His dad was laid in his death bed, though. She personally butt out of that portion of Tavin's life. There was no need for sympathetic tears to ruin her make-up. That didn't mean she was completely uninterested; in fact, Tavin told her a thing or two about his family when they were an item. It was a shame she couldn't recall any of what he'd said. She'd always been a terrible listener. "Hey, Mrs. Fox," Stevi greeted, wide-smiled. Tavin's mother never seemed to like her son dating her. The familiar twitchy smile that overcame her features was just as fake as before. Maybe more. "Is Tavin available?" she asked, ignoring the curious stare of one of Tavin's siblings. "He's in the back house," Mrs. Fox informed her. "What could you possibly need so la..." Stevi didn't give her the chance to finish her thought. With a quick hoot, Stevi Rae was on her way to the back house. Why Tavin was in his family's second house was beyond her. "Yoohoo! Tavin! Get your booty out here!" she shouted, pounding on his door. "We have things to do, people to see, and a city to wreak havoc on! You better not have forgotten!" All the while, her fist hammered at the back house's door. tagged the tavinator words 591 words outfit here notes yey! (: tavin and stevi are the chiz. this lovely template was made by Arro from Caution 2.0 and features lyrics belonging to the oh so amazing Joshua Radin. please leave all of this credit stuff in tact and leave a link for Miss Roro here if you are going to be using this anywhere. Thank you, loves! [/style] |
