CALIFORNIA GIRLS WE'RE UNFORGETTABLE ,

[salma]

DAISY DUKES BIKINIS ON TOP
SUN KISSED SKIN SO HOT WILL MELT YOUR POPSICLE OOOOH OOH OOOH

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TAGGED bryce / sidra! WORDS 478OUTFIT view it here
CREDITS katy perry lyrics, banner by dayna NOTES i made it
short, so hopefully we can post faster (:
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It hadn't been long since Stella had returned back to the states from France. She was jumping right back into having her own career. Her ex-husband was an actor, and so she didn't have to work. But while in France she had become multilingual; speaking english, spanish, and french. She also had a daughter at 40; she hadn't worked in at least seven years, so she was extremely lucky that she was re-hired. Especially with all the younger compeition. The good thing about being a writer and a producer was that the two went hand in hand with one another, and also her job wasn't about the looks but about creativity. Acting was just the opposite. Most of the people she had worked with a decade ago - give or take a few years, had moved on or out to better or worse work. She had stopped working completely, but she managed to squeeze out a couple of scripts and parts of future books, and after having her daughter she published some children's books in France.

Today her assignment was to find potentional actors to audition for roles in a movie that was in development, and she had a partner, Bryce Stoner. She had met the kid a couple of weeks ago when he had invited her out to lunch, just to be friendly. She liked him, he was sweet and polite, but nothing romantic. They were still formal friends that did not know much about each other, but now that they were required to work together, maybe they could develope a nice casual friendship? She didn't know much about him, and she did not want to not be a part of her co-workers lives. Ignoring the people you worked with was boring, plus they usually knew your dirty little secrets.

They were at the beach, scouting. Stella would have loved to have brought her daughter along, but this was work not play. Her daughter would have loved a day at the beach, she liked playing in the sand and running away from the water when it came upon the shore. She did manage to throw on a bikini underneath of her dress, because their boss would not know how long it would take for them to be there and what they were actually doing, unless he had spies, but he was too lazy to do that. She stood next to Bryce and sighed. "I always felt like a rapist when I use to do this, or a pedophile, now." She squinted beneath her sunglasses and acted as if she really spotted a potential character. She looked up at Bryce. "I'd rather get my tan on. We can scope out the candidates while we have fun." Looking for actors at the beach was a golden opportunity to do whatever you wanted. "If you don't tell on me that is..."

[bryce]

`complete `estella v. / dayna! `657 words `outfit `i meant for it to be much shorter

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Ever since she came back, he couldn't help but just wish he took back what he said about her. It wasn't a big deal if you thought about it and it had been two years, so no one would care, let alone remember. But Bryce did. In fact, he was hating it right now that this gir--woman was probably looking down at him like he was someone not as good as her. Hell no. He was better. He was the best, he wanted to tell himself. He wanted everyone to know that, even this girl. Even though he happened to tell a few interviewers that Stella Vargas was one of his influential inspiration for the movies he produced, he didn't feel that way anymore. No. She was pure competition and he wanted to take her down. He wanted to recruit new actors more than she did. He eventually wanted to hear it all over that Bryce Stoner Productions were far better than the work Stella could ever do.

Okay, so maybe I'm pushing it. Bryce is way too modest and way too sweet for this. Yes, he was jealous of Stella's work and yes, he wanted to be better, but he was far too much of a gentleman to even begin to let her know he wanted to take her down. Maybe that wasn't even what he wanted to do. He just wanted a little challenge and here it came. Just for him, all the way from France. In a form of an insanely shockingly scary, but cute surprise. And now he was assigned to work with her. This should be interesting, he thought to himself, still with a smile on his face. It never did go away, sometimes it was a little scary. The man did have an award-winning (literally) smile after all.

"Oh please. I'm tan enough, look at me. Another hour in the sun and I'll end up looking like a tomato for a week or two." He was now standing a little far from the shore, just looking over the entire scene. Bryce didn't usually come to the beach. He felt like he was usually a little too busy. the last time he went there was when his daughter wanted to go and he told her to just go have fun, but ended up there in five minutes. The look on her face when she saw her father was spying on her was a look he'd remember for the rest of his life. It was priceless. He was there for good reason, though. She was sixteen, for goodness sake. No doubt, she was cute and he knew that every guy she talked to knew that. To no surprise for him, she was there with two older guys. Man, did that irk him.

Jokes on his daughter, though. Bryce ended up inviting the 'dudes'...or whatever they called themselves these days over for dinner. He never saw them again. As for his daughter? She was furious, but secretly may have learned a lesson on the side. "So you want to have fun while we work?" He asked, removing his flip-flops and letting his toes bury into the sand. She didn't seem like the kind that would do that. That's what Bryce did. Made work fun for himself as well as his actors so they don't get bored or annoyed of work. It was a bit of a strategy for him. It would explain the swimming trunks he had on right now. "Your secret's safe with me." He chuckled as he began to walk, "Don't worry, Grandma, you're not the only one. So...when they send us to the beach to find potential actors, does this mean we're supposed to be finding people with nice bodies or something?" He didn't understand the concept of a beach. Last time he recruited, he went to a college. And then for Six Lives, he was at a gymnasium event. Why a beach?