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Blake Ryen Bailey was not known for her getting out and causing a scene like most of her fellow a-listers. she preferred to keep to herself, keep her name out of the paper whenever possible. She honestly thought that most of her fans were her fans because she kept herself clean from crime and away from all that bull shit drama. She hardly drank, and she never really went out to the clubs, she was just an average boring person with riches and fame. She pretended to be more active in the scene whenever at an event or whenever she was acting. That's all it was really, her life was a full pledged act, taking one scene at a time. She was actually quiet, perfect by nature but not really outspoken. She was for sure innocent. She hadn't really cracked the model on that one and figured no one probably would.

She pulled up in a '69 black impala and climbed out wearing swears and a t-shirt, not exactly the dress up kinda girl when she wasn't out in public. she crawled on the hood of the car, her blood hair smashed against the front windshield as her eyes were filled with one of the cheapest pleasures in the world, the night sky, stars glowing, she was on a dirt road away from the city, away from all those damn lights that ruined everything. This was probably the one of the thing she loved doing the most, screw the singing, screw the acting. Screw the money, without a starry sky, there was nothing.

She took in a full view of the sky and prayed among every single one of them, thanking god for giving her the gifts to make it big, thanking him for the will to continue on and the strength to not give up. she prayed for her sister despite her harsh words, she could not bare to put her mother through that. that was the real reason she wanted to keep layton around. she didn't care personally if she lived or died, but she knew her mom did. she'd put every cent she'd ever made to keep layton safe just long enough to keep mom happy, but layton was eventually going to run out of time, and that pissed blake off.

She was lost in thought, a stranger could come up and kidnap her and she would not even see it coming.

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[rita1]

Nick could be seen as every other guy in the world, but it depends what you’re looking at. He loves his work, some people would say that he loved it a little too much, it was an escape to him he begun everything by writing novels and selling them to anyone that would have them, now he wrote screenplays and novels that would be turned into movies or tv shows. So yes he does have a way with words and that is what gets him attention from the opposite sex, he is charming and caring towards women and he loves being in their company. Call him a gentleman but he doesn’t sleep around and likes to be in a relationship with someone, he has been engaged twice and both ended quickly when he caught both women cheating, so that also gives him trust issues. He’s like any other guy in the way he loves to chat up women, flirt and touch them, have a drink, glide his fingers over their skin but hardly ever will he take them home. He doesn’t like doing the whole flirt, shag and run business he likes to talk to a woman and make her feel good about herself, even if it means he will not get anything in return, also many of the main women in his life turn into novels and characters in shows for him, capturing their beauty on the screen.

Another quality to Nicholas is that he is protective, but some people find him to be too overprotective, he likes to make sure people are ok, they are safe and not being fooled around, mainly with his female friends. He gets on with guys very well but when they start dating a friend of his he kind of gets jealous that his friend has someone else to turn to then and he doesn’t really mean much anymore. He can get jealous of people but who doesn’t, the main thing that annoys him is his looks, he did modelling for a short while when money was short and that industry made him want to lose weight to compete with others and since then he is obsessed with his looks and making sure he looked good every day. He’s the good guy trying to be better, one of the worst things about him is that he breaks a lot of women’s hearts because of the way he is, all girls want the good guy but he doesn’t think he is good enough for a women most of the time, another downfall in his personality, he does believe though that one day he will find a woman to love forever, and then he will honestly be able to call himself happy.

Tonight he found himself in Hollywood, he was out writing some scenes for a friend who was trying to get his tv show off the shelf and well Nicholas had needed an excuse to write some material and this was prefect for him. He wandered down the dimly lit roads as he admired the beauty that Hollywood had to offer, he could have driven his car around or got someone else to drive him but honestly, walking was nice for him to just be able to be like anyone else around here. He was nothing big or special, he only had a couple of books published and written some stuff for small movies but when someone recognized him, it was nice but also irritating if he was trying to just plainly get on with life. He saw a car parked and then a young female laying on the hood of the car watching the nights sky, as he neared he saw the completely tranquillity she processed by such small pleasures, he grinned softly before heading over, still a few meters away from the car but level to her before opening his mouth. True love is night jasmine, a diamond in darkness, the heartbeat no cardiologist has ever heard. It is the most common of miracles, fashioned of fleecy clouds – a handful of stars tossed into the night sky. he spoke softly with such grace, as if he had said the words so many times before, Nick was the kind of guy that quoted moments all the time, half of them were used in the books he had written or the scenes he had made, little things that meant a lot to some individuals.

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It was a little past nine o'clock and she had spent most of her very few nights off talking with friends, whether in person or on the local chat room where many of her friends and even her cousin Jack logged onto on occasion. She hadn't realized how good it felt to be in connected with them, it had been so long since she had had time to spend any amount of time with them. Even her best friend Cameron was getting the heat. She had always been a workaholic, and that was probably why she had boomed in the industry so quickly. She figured she'd have time to rest when she was dead and buried. that wasn't a way to think, she knew it.

Her eyes began to water, something about the thoughts she was having was bringing in unseen tears, was it layton? Probably not. It was probably the thought of dying before actually living at all. She had always missed her chances with guys, never taking a risk never, doing anything out of the ordinary. She had only kissed two guys in her whole life and could think of half a dozen she wanted to kiss, even just to try it out. Meaning, all the kisses that she had experienced were scripted and she hardly counted those, they were fake, planned, and awkward. Not something a person could even consider as a real kiss. But there was Aiden and there was Trio, both so different, and both so amazing.

She missed Trio, she had heard his new movie was coming out, but she was almost afraid to speak to him, afraid that she was going to get hurt by him again. They always seemed to find a way to back off from each other, but that one night that they shared their first kisses about 5 months ago, was something different, and they were magic, they both glowed with excitement, she would love Trio for as long as she lived.

She was lost in thought, obviously, enough for a stranger to actually walk up to her and speak. she turned as his first words were pronounced, she didn't recognize him, but he didn't appear to be dangerous, in fact he was a good looking guy. She felt herself relax a little bit, and listened to what he had to say, she smiled, "that was nice," spoke as softly as if to match his intensity. "I'm Blake Bailey," she extended her hand out to him as if he didn't know who she was, she preferred it that way though.

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Nick found himself in tight situation sometimes, when the right words never came to his lips when it really mattered but he was able to write it for pages. People had asked him before if his stories were based on real life situations that happened to him and he always never commented upon it, people who knew him closely and read his work could see little links to his life written between the lines. He had to put himself in his own book, that’s what allowed them to become so great and recognized in the industry, placing his own hurt pain and love into the words that people began to love. Nicholas wasn’t a big fan of the movie industry as much as he thought he would, honestly he’d rather locked himself away in his office and write whatever came to mind and let his imagination make the story, not over paid actresses and actors. But he wanted people to know his work and this was the way to do it, hell it never stopped him writing books but he just didn’t have time to completely fall in love with writing anymore, once it was a passion to him and it upset him that now it was just seen as a job, just another paycheck.

As he stood next to the woman sat on her bonnet he took the moment to look her over, he could see she was deep in thought and hell it wasn’t hard to recognized she was Blake Bailey, he had just got through that he was working with her on a new movie, mostly likely why the both of them were in the same area. She was beautiful, a sight to brighten any man’s day, but man, she would always be out of his reach, reading the papers and listening to rumours was a bad habit of Nick’s and well, she was a good young woman, she was an a lister. But he couldn’t help but allow his eyes to look over her whole figure, from her strands of hair to the way he held her legs to keep her in position, Nicholas could imagine himself writing her into one of his books. When she turned to look at him and replied with simple words he smiled and with slight nerves scratched the back of his neck with one hand as the other stayed in his pocket before looking over to her. Jim Bishop wrote it there he was again quoting people’s work, some would have down right called him a nerd and left by now, but hey she seemed pretty content being with him.

He moved closer to her to accept her hand and shook it gently before remaining where he was stood. I know, I’ve just been accepted to become the writer of the latest movie you’re going to be doing. he smiled gently before continuing Nicholas Bradshaw so the greetings were over and now they technically knew each other without really saying any words at all, the amazing nature of human beings, so little words can mean so much, and it was his job to describe the natural way of a human with so many words, how complicated could that be. I don’t mean to be rude or intruding but are you ok? You seemed deep in thought. he spoke softly as he looked over to her once more before joining her and gazed into the night’s sky, it was such a beautiful night in Hollywood and he wondered if one day he would be able to share little moments like this with a wife, or maybe even a son or daughter. Call him old fashioned or anything you’d like but Nicholas was not the type of guy to sleep with women and run off like a lot of fools did these days, he liked meaningful relationships, he liked to love someone utterly and completely without no boundries.

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Blake tucked a few loose strands the calm light breeze had brushed into her face, tickling the tip of her nose, behind her ear. Wouldn't anything in her life just fall into piece the way it was meant to? She had everything she ever wanted, and yet here she sat still unhappy, unfilled. She thought surely by now, she'd be loved and loved in return. Her mind shifted from her sister to a dark figure in her past, Trio. Why did everything always have to lead up to him? He was the one thing she had always wanted and could never seem to reach out and grab to take as her own.

The sweet words of the stranger came as a refuge from the thoughts she was having, So Jim Bishop wrote those words, she gave an innocent shrug, "haven't heard of him," she said giving a guilty face, "But he sounds brilliant," she tried to make the situation better, but she felt she already ruined it by admitting she hadn't heard of the person he spoke of. "I don't get time to read much," she added, as if that justified anything.

Her hazel eyes scanned the man in front of her, nice build, nice hand shake, intelligent for sure. She bit her bottom lip, something she did when nervousness swept her. Despite her fame, she still felt the ping of shyness hit her every once in a while. She couldn't keep her eyes off his eyes, once they were locked into place. So, he did know who she was, and now she knew that they'd be seeing a lot more of each other, they'd be working together, "Well Nick, can i call you Nick?" she hated assuming she could just cut down everyone's without permission, "it's nice to meet the writer of my movie, don't make me say anything stupid, k." she joked, smiling at him.

She found her eyes finally escaping his to scan the many stars again, and his question found itself in the right spot of her emotions, she felt her eyes water up a little bit, she shook her head ever so lightly, "I have to put on a strong front, cause I'm Blake Bailey, but I won't lie, I'm falling a part a little bit more everyday." she let out a sigh and a single tear flooded over, streaming down her ivory skin, "ever wonder why the more you push, the more force pushes things apart?" she couldn't believe she was talking about this with a person she just barely met, for all she knew, he could go to the press with it, but looking into his eyes once more, she felt she could trust him.

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Nicholas Daniel Bradshaw was a great believer in human beings and the way they can be compassionate to someone and at the same time how they can shock, with utter cruelty and pain. Nick had spent the majority of his life writing about people like this, from lover’s to enemies. He had written the villains into his stories and the man and woman that always fell in love in the end, sometimes he thought about it though, there was a reason his stories were always going to be stories and never real life. You could not predicted that Nick would have loved and been heart broken by the age of twenty three, that he would be standing next to an a lister after the pain he had endured, and that the pain he endured became one of his biggest sellers in the USA. As they said, when a doors closes another one opens? In Nicholas case, it worked just like that for him, with every fall there was a hand to pick him up. As she confessed to not know the writer he gave a gentle smile, he never expected her to know him he was not that famous and his words were only ever written on a page and never made it to the big screen. You have to be a complete geek like me to know about him, he’s not that famous. he admitted before looking over at her admiring the sight he had in front of him in this glorious night.

There hand shake was the casual way of greeting each other, he was used to be by now, not a lot of people in this world greeted with hugs and kisses on the cheek and honestly that didn’t bother him, when he was younger his family forced him to hug his grandparents and kiss them on the cheek and he hated it. For a moment there eyes stared into each other’s and for that time Nick felt like he was in a completely different world, he couldn’t help but be attracted to the young actress, but what would a female like that ever see in a small time writer like her, she would love the bigger muscled men, the ones that literally swept a woman off their feet, the ones that when they took off their shirts their bodies glistened in the sun, definitely not Nicholas. When she asked if she could call him Nick he gave a little nod in agreement and smiled gently towards her Nick is fine, everyone calls me Nick then she asked him not to make her say anything stupid in the movie they would be working together on, he grinned bearing his white teeth and nodded once more, it wasn’t like he could say no to the beautiful Blake Bailey.

When her gaze finally moved from his eyes he followed it, looking at the sky with her, his hands finding their way into his jeans pockets as he watched the stars gently glisten in the dark endless atmosphere. When he asked her if she was alright, he expected her to just nod and carry on, keep smiling and being the a lister he knew her from tabloids and the press, though sometimes they didn’t give her the credit she deserved. He listened to what she had to say, feeling the hurt that she was feeling in that single tear that rolled down her perfectly formed cheek before she looked over at him and for a writer, he wondered for once what to say to her, what could he say? He hardly knew her and her life, he didn’t know what was wrong with her and what made her sad before as he took a step closer, finding himself with his knees pressed against the side of her car he looked into her eyes. I know you might think for a writer I would have to right words to say now, but I know how you feel, and it is something that is hard to put into words. Some say you should let things fall where they may, but honestly. I say fuck that, I don’t know what you think you are pushing away but if they want to be part of your life, then they will push towards you too, and no matter what force this world has will stop you from being together. he leaned over the hood of the car and with his thumb gently brushed the tear from her eye.

The world can be a cruel and evil place, bet at the same time you see the moments of beauty it has to show us. If you want something bad enough, nothing can stop you from getting it. though he said those words to her, looked her straight in the eye and spoke them, sometimes he didn’t even believe them, a man who had been hurt and was still hurting now found it hard to carry on with everyday life, but you had to, or else your dead.

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It was one of Blake's favorite things to do, sneak out minutes to midnight to escape into the openness of the out doors. Sometimes she grabbed a notebook and doodled up future lyrics to songs of the future. As she was also a musician in which she was equally as talented as. She had to faithfully suggest she sometimes had more fun planning someone else than standing on stage, being herself for the world to see. Sometimes she felt she was being judged more than she was being favored, for the reasons? she had no idea. She had never expressed much of a reason to be disliked, other than her obsessions with perfection. She wrinkled her nose in dislike, "That oddly does not make me feel any better." she didn't like to be above anyone, everyone had some quality that deserved to be known.

It was was all so unlike Blake, the girl that everyone must assume that she was, could not be further from the truth. Though she was a sucker for brood shoulders, she cared not if they were full of well developed muscles or if they were muscle-less. All she truly looked for in guy was a cute grin, and beautiful eyes. Both in which she had only found to her liking a few times and in both cases she found herself to be broken hearted and alone. Though it did come to a shock for most, Blake did not find herself dating very often. She had only one person in her whole life, and though she did date him for four years, she always felt like she had been a traitor to herself to not have given her only true love a chance to be her first and only. "Okay, then Nick it is," she beamed at him, satisfied that she was allowed to shorten his name, "That is until I find a proper nickname for you." she was a nick name giver, and she was never happy until she had one for each and every person, whether she would call it to their faces or not, well that was a different matter.

She found herself caught off guard by his reaction to her statement, just as he had been when she answered his question truthfully. She had been known for pushing just about everyone that she had out of her life. Just a handful of people remained from way back before she had become famous. She had started out just a girl singing at an arts academy, writing her own music, and getting known slowly up the ladder as she burned her first cd as a senior in high school. By the time she had gone to college she was already famous for her music, and it was just a matter of time before she found herself crossing over to the acting side. She did it with such ease because she had been acting her whole life. She starred up at him, even as he whipped away her tears, "I just think I have something about me that makes everyone run away from me, something that I do, that I can't help." She bit her lip, she was talking about something serious with someone she had just met, and it didn't even make her feel nervous.

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Nick was lucky that he wasn’t as famous as someone like Blake, he couldn’t stand people wanting to know everything about him at all times wanting to make his life hell and never getting credit for the good things they did, unlike it was something like donating all their money to charity, they didn’t realise that she was a person too. When she said that it didn’t make her feel any better, he smiled to reassure her, he didn’t mind even if she didn’t know him, or the words he spoke he was just happy that unlike some celebrities, she didn’t just turn her nose up at him because he asked a simple question. She seemed like a lovely person and hell he would love to get to know her better, luckily they had a film to work on together to make time for a friendship. He even remembered when she sent her first album out and he must have had the biggest crush on her and her music for months before decided that unless he became mega famous he would never be able to meet her, guess he proved himself wrong.

Nick didn’t date much but when he did, it was never short and fling like as some liked it, he loved being able to sustain a relationship with someone, love them completely and be comfortable with them, he also loved the small things, going shopping with his other half, lying in bed together on a cold winter’s morning, cuddling on the sofa, though people thought it wasn’t manly, he loved everyone second he was with a woman he cared about. When she said that his nickname was now Nick, and she was going to make another for him it made him smile a little, he’d never had someone that wanted to give a nickname to him, and it was nice that it was kind of her thing to do that, he was just so used to being called Nick. He couldn’t believe that someone like her felt as though they were pushing people away, he thought it was mainly due to the stress of being famous and people deciding to use her for fame instead of loving her for the simple fact that she was amazing in her own way, it was a shame she was allowed to express it more without getting judged for it.

As he spoke to her, he wiped her tears gently with his thumb he looked her in the eye and smiled softly, trying to make her feel better. Once she spoke again he moved closer to her, leaning back on the bonnet of her car and looked at her. I think this is the most serious first conversation I’ve ever had with someone, and you don’t see me running away, and I’ve just met you. Weak people run when things get hard, it’s not your fault that they don’t want to stand and fight to be in your life. he spoke as he looked at her, he was speaking the truth, he had experienced love and he knew that if both sides didn’t fight hard to keep each other than they failed and would fall apart.

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Sometimes Blake felt as if time stood still so to speak, this was one of those moments for Blake, meeting someone new, someone she felt she could really bond with, was a rare and unusual occasion for the blonde. It wasn't every day that a prince would walk into her life and show no interest in her fame, or digging out the dirt of her short and pathetic life. She often wondered how a person slept at night after completely tearing a hole in someones life with a sneak attack with the cameras, catching someone completely off guard, then printing the most embarassing, unflattering photo and then adding some harsh words at the bottom. Blake Bailey pregnant? Hightlight, circle stomach area, or just packin' the pounds? It was either her career they attacked or her appearance.

Though she was reasonably strong, and knew where she stood with her body and her life, a few sharp punches did catch hre off guard, like when her boyfriend died and the press had a hayday with that. Ruining mere memory of his final days and moments, what a bluddy shame her life had turned out to be. Though she was fighting to keep her self from going crazy on most days, she felt like the chance she'd been given was worth everything. People all over the country prayed for such a life as she had, and she was so willing to just give it up? No, she had fought hard to get to the top and she was giving up anything now just because she was shaken up a little bit. She was strong, there was no doubt.

The behavior of this man standing infront of her, continued to shock her as he made a true effert to make her feel better, she had to hand it to him, she was feeling very special. Like she was the only girl on his mind at tht single moment, it had been so long since she had experienced that look. She closed her eyes as he whipped away the tears, allowing more to follow one after another, dropping like rain. He spoke to her, his words were like fireflies shocking life back into her, hitting one right after another, she opened her eyes, and grabbed his hand as he was brushing the droplets away, "I shall call you prince charming, because you have come to my rescue," she looked into his eyes, "and you seem like one of those guys in a story books that are like unicorns, don't exist. your are just like a fairy tale." she smiled at him letting go of his arm, and whipping the rest of her tears with her index fingers, "I look a mess, I'm so sorry for having a mental break down infront of you," she giggled honestly a little embarrassed.

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Nick didn’t really know what it was like to be as famous as Blake, sure he had one or two people stalk him outside his house and want a picture, but that was all, mainly when he got dumped the second time at the alter kind of made the press interested in him which was annoying, as his hurt was bringing them money which he found disgusting. He knew that Blake had a rough time when it came to the press and he felt really sorry for her, it was not nice to know that people were just in your life to make it hell for you, so they could earn a few more dollars in the day. Nick knew off her last boyfriend, when you had a celebrity crush on someone you kind of followed their love life, in a helpless hope that something might spark between two people that had never met, he heard that one died, and the press had a field day with it, and it actually made his heart ache to even think of what she must have gone through in those moments. She was a strong person, even if she didn’t believe it most of the time, and he knew that she was one of the strongest people he knew and he’d only met her.

Nicholas Daniel Bradshaw had always been known for being the good guy, even when the world was harsh to him, he fell in love many times but every time he got hurt but he never blamed anyone, or held a grudge or used someone to make himself feel better, he was just the kind of guy to suck it up and move on, even though that was a lot harder than it seemed, than anyone could ever understand. He loved making people feel special, or happy or even just smile, he would love to be with someone like Blake, it would be like every dream had come true for him, he treasured every smile he saw on the television, he had images printed on his mind from fleeting moments he had seen her walk past him in the street, and still remembered the joy in his heart when he found out he was going to be working with her on a movie that he wrote. As he touched her cheek he felt his heart warm and then her hand grabbed his and he almost felt complete in that moment, like he never wanted it to end. When she said she would call him prince charming he grinned a little and then she continued, it seemed like this was fairytale to him, and he wondered if he was different from other guys, but if he was then he must have been doing something wrong because whenever he was good, he ended up hurt but he couldn’t bare to hurt people, like some did.

When she removed his hand he smiled and returned it back to his pocket before looking at her, she confessed that she must have looked a mess but he didn’t agree with that. you still look beautiful to me, always will be Blake Bailey he spoke giving her a little smile when he finished speaking I have to confess, when you first starting doing music I had the biggest crush ever on you, my senior year was pretty much based around you. Hope that doesn’t sound creepy.

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It was not unheard of for Blake to be caught speechless, but something about the guy standing in front of her seemed pure, the kind of guy that would offer every little bit he had to a girl. She had never experienced such a glace as he studied her with, it even made her blush a little, while her whole body heated up, she hoped because of the night sky he would not recognize the rose color pumping up in her cheeks. She smiled at him, "Thats not creepy," she inisted, knowing that she was actually quite flattered that such a good looking guy would place her on his wall, or that he would even listen to her music, knowing that most of the songs had an old style britney spears feel to them, she knew that most of her fans were young females. "I'm actually quite honored." She admitted. "It's not very often you meet a handsome guy, who is actually a fan." she beamed at him, "now sing one of my songs to me, make this night perfect," she teased knowing that this very night was already one of her favorites in a long time.

She pulled herself off of her beauitful muscle car, and stood next to him, several inches shorter than he was, she wrapped her arms around his slender body, "Thank you for this night," she smiled while her face was pressed against him, "It's not every night that someone saves me from a break down, and even manages to turn it around for me." She spoke, with her eyes closed, taking in the moment, She wasn't used to talking to someone without them pulling out some kind of recorder or camera, this was truly how most ordinary people met one another. She would love to have a life as simple as this. she pulled away from him, but held onto him still, "Well Prince Chraming, I have a feeling that this is ganna be the start of something quite amazing," She got up onto her tip toes, and planted a kiss onto his smooth, soft cheek, "I think we should meet on purpose next time." she whispered against his cheek, "What's your digits," She smiled and backed away, this was unheard of, Blake Bailey did just not ask for numbers out of the blue, and she never welcomed a stranger into her life, and yet here she was, doing exactly what she didn't normally do.

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[rita1]

Sometimes being the good guy wasn’t such of a drag for him, he got to hang out with some awesome people and even some realized that even when he was trying to make them feel better he genuinely interested in their happiness, some guys learnt that they could half play the nice guy game and get into women’s pants by the end of it, Nick didn’t think that way, he just wanted to make people happy half of the time, but never had any intention to push his boundaries and try sleeping with the person. He liked that now he could walk away and say that he made Blake bailey feel a little better than before, he didn’t have to buy her anything, use his muscles to show off, touch her and hold her, he simply just told her what he thought and hoped that it was going to make her feel better in general, that was the true aspect to a ‘good guy’ when they didn’t have to touch, feel or make sexual advances to someone to make them better, so many people just had sex to make them feel better but then they would be left with an even bigger hole in their hearts when the pleasure had finished, that as why Nick didn’t understand one night stands.

When she said that it wasn’t creepy that it was her picture stuck on his wall when he was eighteen it made him feel better, she might be used to people saying that to her, he remembered the picture well, it was just her standing on the stage microphone near her precious lips as she was singing one of her classics, her eyes were shut and she looked at peace that was what he loved about it, most lads his age had naked girls plastered on their walls but he was happy with having Blake Bailey looking at him while he slept. He looked at her when she said she felt honoured a little smile playing on his lips, he didn’t think that it would mean that much to her to have him have a picture of her on his wall, then she asked to sing one of her songs, he grinned and laughed aloud before taking his gaze back to her. I’d ruin the evening with my crap singing voice and ruin your reputation if anyone heard it. he joked as he looked at her, he was happy that she was at least smiling now and seemed a lot more content with life, which was always a bonus definitely when it was trying to kick you in the ass every single day.

She caught his attention when she hopped off her stunning car and wandered closer to him, he didn’t realize how much shorter she was to him, in his mind she wasn’t this small. Then as her arms wrapped around him he felt nervous for a second, he hadn’t been close to a woman in a long time and this was odd for him and it was only a simple hug. Soon he finally gave it and allowed his strong long arms to snake around her torso and hold her close as they embraced. When she said that it wasn’t like someone to completely turn her night around he couldn’t help but feel the warmth rise in his heart a little, she was still clung to him when she moved her head to look at him, making good use of that nickname she had already given him, a smile played on his lips before she said they should meet on purpose next time, she was going to make his job as a writer on the movie she was starring in very hard now, and that kiss on his cheek flooded his head with teenager fantasies he had of them, which could be creepy but he always thought he’d never get this moment, so it was odd to be here. He got his phone out when she asked for his digits and handed it over to her with his number on the screen, this was as odd as it could get really, they were both strangers to each other but now acted like good friends.

tagged: blake ryen bailey
status: finished
notes: cmm + hd = yum ;p
outfit: click

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The laughter shared between them seemed natural, effortless, she smiled at him shyly, "I'm sure your singing isn't that terrible, who knows, maybe, I could even get you a big time show impersonating me in Vegas, they have those cross dressing shows right?" she chuckled at her own joke, letting her cheeks heat up further. Who was this guy and where had he been this whole time she shruggled with the arms of depression? She hugged her own body, the chill of the breeze was starting to cool down the evening, "I think you'd do a great job at it," she insisted, almost seriously, before breaking out into giggles again. It wasn't every day joking seemed to come so easy for her, she had been fighting the urge to cry for months now, and sitting with this beauitful stranger, made the last couple of months almost seem like they never even happened. But how?

When she embraced him, she hadn't expected him to hold onto her too, he had that dark and mysterious look about him, that only came about from getting hurt in the past, and here he was holding onto her almost as if he needed her as much as she needed this hug. Planting the kiss on his cheek she took in the smell of him, he smelt clean and fresh, her face once again heated up, suddenly feeling embarrassed that she had let him effect her so easily, it didn't seem right, she didn't even know him, but then why was her body acting like they knew each other far to well. She smiled at him, allowing her teeth to nibble the base of her bottom lip, "It was really nice meeting you," she mumbled as if breathless.

He held out his phone to her, and her petite hands took it, and took out her phone into her other hand, and typed in his number and saved it under Prince Charming, and then went into his contacts, and quickly typed in hers in return. She handed him back his phone and smiled at him. "Don't be a stranger, I swear I don't bite." she said to him as if trying to convince him that she wasn't who everyone swore she was, and that she wouldn't kidnap him or anything, she could promise that. But she did feel like being the A-lister, she was begging for the guy to want to hang out with her and talk to her. How desprite she felt. She slipped away from him, opening the door to her slick car, she climbed in and closed the door behind her, and drove off leaving him in the rear view mirrior, smiling at herself, knowing she'd saved herself under "The girl of your dreams." was this Blake's way of flirting? She kept her eyes on him, just maybe.

tagged . . . . ritebee. !
status . . . . complete !
setting . . . . country, starry night. !
clothes . . . . sweats. lazy clothes. !
notes . . . . I'm going to go ahead and make this the last post in the thread for me, you can post again, i'd love that.but im going to go ahead and start a new one for them, knowing each other. link to new thread !
lyrics . . . . check yes juliet—we the kings !
credit . . . . me !