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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color:ffddee; border: #cc1177 solid 8px; width: 440px; padding: 15 5 15 5px;] where you lead i will follow anywhere that you tell me to Tag: open ! The Words: ~530 The Outfit: HERE The Notes someone anyone? It had become sort of a thing for Bianca to be in places she wasn’t supposed to be. She could learn her lesson like a good little girl, but then she wouldn’t be Bianca Tanner. This week, she pushed it even further than she usually does. Bianca was well aware she needed to be in Los Angeles, filming with the rest of the Justice League cast and crew and to be honest, she had no huge problem with any of them. Or so she kept telling herself. She just needed to get away. Just for a day? Okay, maybe two. Or a week. Who knows? Good thing about it all was that no one knew so she could take her time. And no one could possibly know because she fled from LAX without telling a soul. One of the perks of having a rich family is that a private jet is available whenever to her. For a cost. And in this case, the cost didn’t involve money. It involved having to talk a certain rich cousin into borrowing the jet for a few days—more or less. But anyway, how she got here shouldn’t matter. The point was that she was off the radar and unless someone was an evil genius made to track her down or a really creepy stalker, no one was to guess Bianca was vacationing without permission from her producer, manager, director—or whoever else she should have asked permission from—and is now lying back in Miami beach, taking in the perfect weather she was so sure she wouldn’t find back in Los Angeles. As soon as she got off the plane, she didn’t waste time in the hotel because as nice as it was, she really wanted to get out and head for the beach. So after freshening up, she slipped out without anyone spotting her and ended up at the beach with her sandals in her hand and her bag over her shoulder. After stopping just behind the shore, Bianca laid out her towel and dropped herself on the towel, keeping her hat and shades on for obvious reasons as she looked out at the ocean, lightly hugging her long bare legs. Sitting there, Bianca had many memories rushing back, mainly those involving her last serious relationship with the man who was probably long over her and is now obviously in love with someone else. There was a time when she surfed these waves with him and remembering that time had her losing that comfortable feeling she had when she first sat down. Typical of B to just mope about her being single all over again and as many times as she would try to convince herself that it was the best thing in the world for her to be single, it would always leave her wondering how her life would be different if she could just keep a man in her life for once. If only she was able to recognize she didn’t need one. Lifting her eyes from the sand, Bianca scanned the waves, smiling at the surfers and then at the families splashing around together and soon enough, she was forgetting the fact that she was ditching work or hopelessly moping. created by ADE! Pb-ified by WILL

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,10,true][atrb=style, background-color: #fff; width: 505px; border-top: 10px #95D9DE solid, bTable] WORLD it's just the end of a "Well, if you would just fucking hear me out --" Diz yelled at the phone. He bit his lip, breathing a frustrated sigh. "Listen. I need to catch up with this music supervising shit. I can't be in New York right now." As he stood at a Miami bus stop, those around him barely gave him trouble. Number one, curse words were not unique to the area. Secondly, some recognized him. He wasn't a huge rapper, at least not yet, but he had been approached a couple of times. When fans saw him when he was fuming, he felt like Eminem; they dodged him like a bullet. No one was stupid enough to approach a cynical, manically depressed rapper when he was yelling over his iPhone. "Mom, just... dammit, okay. Alright. I'm going. I'm not dealing with this." He hung up and stood for a few moments, wondering what it was that made their relationship go south again. Things were working swimmingly. Then Tasha left. Their friendship ended with the relationship. He was sure that it would work out later, but for now, he was lonely and grieving in the only way he knew how: sleeping around with girls in every city he came to. He was working, anyway, so when he wasn't wallowing in his self-pity, he was attending concerts to seek out the next big bands he needed to look into. The best part of compiling soundtracks was scoping out deserving artists who needed their big shot. It was exciting for a pretty well-known rapper to spread the wealth. In Miami, he saw numerous acts of talent. He could see the passion of the city. Miami and Orlando were the two places he was crazy about when he came to Florida. They were full of the best clubs and the craziest ladies. When he wasn't working, he was drinking his sorrows away. When he wasn't drinking his sorrows away, he was writing. Sometimes, they were one and the same. After exiting the bus to the beach, Diz found himself looking out at the horizon. He almost hated nature and he definitely despised sand, but the view was too pretty to pass up. The peace was interrupted, however, with yelling. "Is that Bianca Tanner?!" a female voice yelped. He looked up. Bianca? In Miami? Sure enough, she was at the beach, but she was about half a mile off; she only reason he knew it was her was because she was surrounded. It only took one idiotic fan to attract the interest of fans everywhere. She was an ex-Victoria's Secret model, after all. "Fucking saving her ass again," he mumbled. Underneath it all, he had a smile on. It had been a while since he and Bianca had been able to speak. Since Tasha dumped him, he had retreated into his shell to scream at the world. Today felt different. He was in a sour mood, but not sour enough to ignore the fact that Bianca was in Miami. He approached the crowd in his jeans and beanie. "Excuse me," he said. "Excuse me. Fuck off. Thanks," he said, helping Bianca to her feet. "Now, I would allow them to fawn over you, but I missed you too much." He gave her his best hug, smiling and taking her in. He was sweet to her. He could never explain it; she had never slept with him and she certainly wasn't the kindest person on the planet, but he liked her. He respected her. A camera flashed in his face for a moment. "Holy fuck," he mumbled. He glanced at her. "Do you want to go somewhere more private?" He smirked. "And I don't mean in a sexual way." Good save, Diz. TAGGED: sid as bianca! WORDS: 656 NOTES: You can't go unnoticed when you've got the face of an angel <3 ---------------- CREDIT

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color:ffddee; border: #cc1177 solid 8px; width: 440px; padding: 15 5 15 5px;] where you lead i will follow anywhere that you tell me to Tag: open ! The Words: ~610 The Outfit: HERE The Notes he meant it in a sexual way Bianca’s sunglasses hid that angel of a face and the large beach hat of hers did well with covering the rest of her head, so she was fully confident she would get away with the sorry excuse for a disguise for at least a good hour or two. I mean, she had done it before. It didn’t matter in LA because everyone was a star there, but running into a celebrity in Miami was a little less likely for people living or visiting there. So anyway, when she heard the voice yell her name, she was not only surprised, but hating herself for believe she would be able to get away with not being spotted. Her legs were all over the internet, so obviously someone would recognize them. Before she knew it, people were joining her, asking her for pictures. She accepted everyone’s requests with a smile on her face until the crowd got a little bigger. Before she knew it, she was being helped to her feet. Once seeing who was holding onto her, she didn’t think twice about returning his hug with one of her own, a big smile on her face as she held him tightly for a short moment. ”Diz!!” Once she pulled away from the hug, she looked at his face again, finally remembering everything that went down between her and this guy for the past few months. ”Do you want to go somewhere more private?” Bianca pulled away from the hug and stepped back. Was he really going to pretend like everything was alright now that they were meeting up again? Bianca heard bits of pieces of what happened between Diz and Tasha, but she thought she might as well leave it to the fact that they broke up and not listen to details because after that, it’s all rumors. Granted, she could have asked, but she was too pissed at him. At first, it was just anger. Bianca actually had to shut up about her feelings for Diz and Tasha together because she wouldn’t be a good friend if she said she hated Diz’s girlfriend. B never did hate her. She didn’t hate anyone…it was just borderline dislikeness. That would have been okay too because none of it would have been Dexter’s fault, but what got to Bianca about his relationship with the girl was that he never did anything about Tasha’s rudeness towards Bianca. And it all still would’ve been okay if he was in love and nothing in the world could have ended their relationship, but dammit, it was already over. ”You know what? Yeah…I do.” Of course, she wanted to go somewhere more private. Bianca picked up her bag and scandals, still unable to get over how horrible a friend Diz had been for the last few months. But she could be acting overdramatic about it all as she usually does. She missed him too, but she was a little too upset with him to tell him that. ”You stick around here and have fun while I go there.” He didn’t say anything about both of them going somewhere more private, but Bianca assumed that’s what he meant. But she didn’t have anything to say to him just yet because the anger was still fresh, so she said the first thing that came to mind before brushing past him and the rest of the crowd and slipped away from the crowd, speeding until she was away for good. Once at the parking lot, she dropped her scandals and slipped into them, daring to look back towards the beach, secretly searching for that handsome man who may have saved her from a bad day. created by ADE! Pb-ified by WILL

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,10,true][atrb=style, background-color: #fff; width: 505px; border-top: 10px #95D9DE solid, bTable] WORLD it's just the end of a At first, her greeting was just as ecstatic as his own, which made him glad. It seemed like Dexter couldn't make any women happy in his life; he had to admire them or hate them from a distance in all cases. With his mother, there was an established hatred, and he felt like it had been renewed since Tasha broke up with him. Seeing Bianca made him feel like he had a little bit of hope, like he wasn't ruining every bond he had with the female race. That was a fleeting emotion, though, when he saw the storm clouds in her face. Her whole body stiffened before she walked in the other direction. He frowned, pushing past a fan on his left. "Hey, wait a second... What are you so bothered about?" he asked her; the man was completely clueless and mildly irritated. Well, maybe he knew why she was upset. He didn't agree with it, though. Whatever matters were bothering Bianca revolved around Tasha, not Diz, and he had defended her. She just didn't know. There were instances, however, when it had seemed rather insignificant. Was it new that Bianca slept around? It didn't make her a slut, but to Diz, it seemed like a commonplace nickname for girls like Bianca. If anything, other females were jealous of the ex-Victoria's Secret model and, naturally, wanted to bring her down because of it. Diz gave up on running after her and took his time before reaching the parking lot. He stopped and looked until he spotted her. She was looking for him as well; that much was evident. Bianca enjoyed Diz's company too much to create a rift in their friendship and refrain from mending it. Girls had a way of creating issues, but Diz didn't meet many who didn't want to solve them in the end. Bianca was one of the ones who held his respect, so he figured she had to have some maturity in that body of hers. With the ignored text messages and the one call he had attempted to shoot in Bianca's way, he knew that she was bothered about something in particular. Being the selfish being he was, he thought it was just him, but there was the possibility that she was struggling with something on her own. She was supposed to be in LA; he knew this because he was a part of the music production crew. He frowned, wondering if anyone knew she was gone. Then again, she was entitled to her own day trips; what were they going to do about it? She was her own woman, able to go anywhere she wanted to. Diz traveled frivolously himself; he was never concerned with being tied to a location. New York had his heart, and that was the only reason he ever cared to return. "Are you mad because Tasha and I didn't work out?" he winked, leaning against a nearby car. Luckily, the sound didn't alarm and he didn't look like a complete fool. "I know how much you approved of her." He was being bitterly sarcastic, but he couldn't blame her for disliking Tasha. Tasha had been brutally honest; she never held back, not even when it meant upsetting others. "I'm not the one who called you mean names." He wasn't Tasha, no matter how angry Bianca was, and he didn't deserve to be treated like he had deliberately hurt Bianca's feelings. Maybe he had never been the one to stand up for her until she wasn't around, but it wasn't like directly calling her a slut or a whore. "And I'm pretty sure we're not middle schoolers. Would you just cheer up? What are the odds of running into each other in this shithole?" he asked, raising an eyebrow. TAGGED: sid as bianca! WORDS: 631 NOTES: MAYBEEE. Hahaha. ---------------- CREDIT

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color:ffddee; border: #cc1177 solid 8px; width: 440px; padding: 15 5 15 5px;] where you lead i will follow anywhere that you tell me to Tag: open ! The Words: ~680 The Outfit: HERE The Notes I knew it ! Of course her greeting was ecstatic at first. This young man made—or used to make—Bianca smile with just his presence. Should be no surprise that her face lit up at just the sight of him. Come to think of it, Bianca didn’t hold grudges so something like the ex-girlfriend issue should have been long forgotten. She didn’t ask herself why she was still pissed at him. It may have occurred to her that it could have been the fact that she was attracted to him before it all happened and to think about whatever happened just angered her more, but that couldn’t be the only reason. ”Hey, wait a second. What are you so bothered about?” If only she knew. In the little time that she was alone, she did finally ask herself what it was really about and the more she thought about it, the angrier she got at Diz for almost never defending her. She knew she was a slut. But she wasn’t worthless. She was a loyal friend, an intelligent, strong and independent woman who could take on—almost—anything thrown at her. That counted for something, right? Sure, she did get around. It just would’ve been nice if the one person she was counted on defended her when she was constantly called a “worthless slut.” At this point, she was going to let people call her whatever she wanted, but she didn’t want to lose her friends because of it. The slut part of her was going away anyway ever since she stopped seeing Richard Nolan. No guy caught her attention the way that man did, so she figured there was no point even trying to throw herself at someone else when all she ever thought about was him. When Diz did eventually join Bianca in the parking lot, she watched him for a moment. She was relieved and that feeling was obvious on his face that he found her. She did enjoy his company. He was funny, protective, loving. He was no sweetheart, but that’s what she liked about it. Plus, there was never a boring moment with him. Looking at him now, Bianca knew for a fact that this wasn’t the end of their friendship. It would last longer, if not forever. Now the question was do they talk about it or just bury it and continue on with how they used to be as if nothing happened? Which was the more mature way to go about it? Who knew? Losing him now wasn’t an option, she knew that. Bianca wished she thought of that when she ignored his texts and didn’t ever call back. ”Yeah, Diz. That’s it. Because I was soo hoping you two were going to last forever.” There was sarcasm in her tone and fire in her eyes, with a hopefully piercing tone, but there was still a smile on her face. ”Oh, I approved of her big time.” He was lightening up the mood with his own sarcasm and the look on his face, she couldn’t stay mad for long, but she had to let him know seriously upset she had been for the past couple months at him. ”You’re not the one, but you sure as hell didn’t defend me,” No, she wasn’t going to go on about he considered her on some occasions one of his best friends like she did with him, but she wanted to. Playing that card might worsen things, so she dropped that. ”Shithole?” Bianca removed her bag from her shoulder and set it down on the floor beside her, ”Diz! This place is amazing.” The weather alone could turn a bad mood around, especially considering how icky the weather was in LA these days. ”How often do you see weather like this in LA this time of the year, huh?” She was talking to him as if nothing happened. Was that the route she wanted to take? Really? Her hands were on her hips as she couldn’t help but smile again. It had been far too long. She almost wanted to hug him again. created by ADE! Pb-ified by WILL

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,10,true][atrb=style, background-color: #fff; width: 505px; border-top: 10px #95D9DE solid, bTable] WORLD it's just the end of a Diz had self-assessed mommy issues, so it made sense that he despised 99% of the women whom he encountered. Bianca was one of the only people he cared for in general, and the fact that she was a female made her all the more unique. "I don't usually chase girls down, you know," he told her honestly. He could tell she was smug about his desire for her presence. She liked feeling needed; who didn't? Bianca, of all people, loved attention anyhow. Besides, the only girls he chased were the type he left the next morning. Tasha had met him halfway. He pursued girls at one point, at least as a naive high-schooler, but he no longer had that patience. Bianca was exceptional and she knew that. The sad part was that she knew she could be upset with him and she could probably elicit an apology if she were ruthless enough. Thinking about Tasha didn't bode well with the man, and he made that clear in his expression. "I don't even know if forever works for people like me." Dexter was bad with commitments. He was fine with his career, at least now that he was mainly in New York, but relationships weren't his strong suit. Half of it was because he was a coward -- afraid of getting attached -- while the other half was his need for independence. He didn't like being tied down and he enjoyed having the freedom to meet new people. It made sense that Tasha left him, but it didn't make the pain any better. He had a way of hiding these qualms, however, and he hadn't spoken of Tasha in a serious manner since their split. Even now, he still respected her; she knew the most about him of all the people on the planet. He had no right to despise her or say a word against her. It was probably the most logical decision he'd made in the past few months: being kind. "She certainly didn't approve of you," he joked. Maybe that was too far. ”You’re not the one, but you sure as hell didn’t defend me,” she snipped. He bit his lip to refrain from laughing. He certainly wasn't making the situation better for himself, but who expected him to take the matter seriously? That's right; no one. "I did. You just weren't there when I did. It's not like I quit our friendship because someone else told me to. Tasha didn't control me. She was just sort of a bitch to you." Tasha could be bitchy in the sense that she was brutally honest, but was she all that different from Diz? Diz had bashed gay people on accident before; his honesty didn't bode well in political circumstances and they certainly hadn't gone well with co-workers. Suddenly, Bianca lit up. He didn't know what changed, but he certainly wasn't about to complain. "Anywhere that's not New York is not my kind of place," he replied with a semi-charming laugh. "In other words, this place is a shithole. And the hotter it is, the worse it smells." Bianca loved warm weather and she was all about the beach; she was Victoria's Secret model at one point in her life, right? That was basically a model's habitat. "Why don't you try going to more private beaches? Or wear a fat suit? You need to go incognito." TAGGED: sid as bianca! WORDS: 566 NOTES: WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN?! ---------------- CREDIT