get me out of the rain, out of my clothes, TRISTAN

[nicolette]

Nicolette had been having a very interesting time since she had moved to Los Angeles. Cash had thought that her being here would make things less fun for them, and she was starting to think that he was right, but not for the both of them. Nic was not someone who needed someone new or exciting to sleep with all the time. She actually preferred to not have a million different people sleeping with her at one point in time. She was perfectly fine with the fact that he was the only person she was sexually involved with at this point. There was one major thing, aside from what Cash had thought, though, that was making her less fun for him to sleep with, and that was Harlequin. She knew the moment that he saw her that there was an instant attraction between the two of them. She was not happy about it, but not for the obvious reasons, but instead, because of the fact that she liked having attention, but not in a way that made her seem too annoying or slutty. She just liked being noticed and not left behind, but she knew that no matter what she did eventually Cash would move on to Quinn and she knew Quinn would not turn him down. Nic would not have expected her to, either. She would have done the same. Nic really had no room to tell Quinn that she could not sleep with him because they were not romantically involved, but just sexually.

She had been writing an email to her friend from high school back in New York and found herself becoming more and more frustrated with the situation. She loved Quinn to death, they were best friends, and she would not want to live without her, but she knew more than anyone that people always would choose Quinn over her. Quinn had a more ‘sexy’ look that Nic did and she knew it. She also knew that Quinn had a much more flirty personality. That was the downfall that Nic had. She was flirty, but not quite as flirty as most girls were, which made people seem to think that she was uninterested. Sure, she could try and force all of the flirtatious nature like some, but she did not want to seem like she was trying too hard, like some girls that she knew, some girls who everyone hates. She did not want to be that girl. She had always wanted to be the girl who managed to be friends with everyone and the girl that did not really get talked about because she was a bad person, but that did not always work. In high school she was the girl who everyone called a slut all the time. She was, though, one of the very few that had only done anything sexual with one person by the time she graduated and no one even knew of that person or who they were. That was just the way high school was, but now she was older and did not have to worry about that problem near as much.

She did not want to be sitting at home and getting all frustrated about something she could not change, which was mainly the fact that she was not the girl that everyone wanted to know, so she decided that she would go and spend some time at the beach and not worry about anything, that was something that she felt comfortable when she was doing. She checked in Quinn’s room, preparing to tell her that she was just going to go out to the beach, but she was still asleep. It was a little late, but that was nothing new. Nic was usually the first one up, but mainly because Quinn liked to stay up until all hours of the night. Nic could do that sometime, but she could never sleep past eleven for the most part. It was almost noon now and She just shrugged and went to take a shower before leaving. She emerged from the bathroom clad in a fluffy purple towel and found the bathing suit that she wanted to wear, put it on and blow dried her hair until it looked to her liking. She slid jean shorts up her legs to rest low on her hips and slid a tank over her upper body before stepping into flip flops before grabbing her keys and phone. She slid sunglasses over her face and made her way to the beach. She had a towel in the car. She grabbed a towel and found a spot on the beach and took off her tank and shorts and sat down, watching the little kids playing in the water, amused.

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[hannah]

Tristan felt like a vampire. This was true for more than just one reason, but the primary cause being his reaction to the first bit of natural light he'd been exposed to in just over a week. He had been perfectly content staying inside his over-sized house where he had several refrigerators - one on each floor, even the attic and basement - containing more alcohol than one person could possibly drink in a lifetime. Well, unless you were Tristan, in which case it was entirely possible to drink that much. The boy had been at it for a week, slamming back cold ones every conscious hour, the only saving grace for his poor - and probably failing - liver, the several meager hours he would fall asleep, though often times in strange places, having lacked the sobriety to find a decent surface. When Tristan was sloshed, coffee tables, kitchen counters, stairs, and pool tables were all fair game for sleeping areas. His dog was even beginning to take notice, often pawing at Tristan's leg, or whichever part of him he could reach, to get his attention. Poor Slim Shady was feeling rather neglected, having been replaced as Tristan's best friend by a bottle of beer.

Tristan had yet to find out why he was drinking so much, aside from the fact that he was now a self proclaimed alcoholic. He understood the addiction and respected its hold, but he was doing nothing to break it - nursing it, if anything. Maybe he was doing some pre-gaming for Canada, where he wouldn't be able to be drunk all day and all night, where copious amounts of liquor wouldn't be available to him around the clock. Or maybe it was because his manager was on a much needed vacation in Cancun, having claimed too much stress from dealing with Tristan in Morocco. The poor man probably needed a break before dealing with the star for another several months. He'd actually managed to keep Tristan from running wild for the last couple weeks of shooting there, but once Tristan his the United States border, any type of alcohol anywhere was fair game for him. He went bat shit crazy and landed himself in the emergency room several times, his sister having come to visit and found him passed out on the couch.. or the floor, or a table. Wherever, really. But she seemed to be the only one concerned about him. At least until his manager returned, and hit with full force. There wasn't a whole lot he could do about what he did in his spare time, but he could cut down on the man's spare time. So here he was, being forced out in the light, to socialize with other people.

So, another way he was like a vampire: he wanted to kill all these people. All the ones that swarmed him for autographs or photos. After stepping out of his car, he pulled his sunglasses over his eyes quickly to try to avoid the mob as long as possible. He made it onto the sand, and that's when the flashing started. Camera flashing - not booby flashing. Slim Shady was instantly annoyed by them, as was Tristan. He groaned lightly to himself, pushing through the crowd. Sometimes, being famous was a bigger mess than it was a luxury. He sighed to himself, rubbing his forehead as his skull was plagued with the hangover of the century. Slim pulled at his leash, wanting to run free across the sand, but Tristan was too absorbed in his own problems and fighting off these damned fans. He was getting bludgeoned with questions about his jail time and Paige, and many other things that he didn't come here to talk about. Finally, he stopped, and looked several people in the eye. "I'm just a normal guy enjoying the beach," he said with a total lack of emotion. At that, he shoved through forcefully, rubbing his temples some more. Now he remembered why he stayed in a perpetual state of drunk - hangovers sucked.

To top it all off, he wondered why he was even here. What was there for him on the beach aside from some exceptional eye candy? Wait, wasn't that good enough a reason? He wasn't sure.. like he wasn't sure about anything anymore. Ever since Paige left him, things had all gotten so very complicated and he had yet to sort them out. In all this pondering, Tristan seemed to forget the fact that his greyhound was notorious for slipping out of his collar and taking off - and that's exactly what he did. Feeling no resistance on the leash in his hand, he rolled his eyes and sighed in disgust. Damn dog, picked a perfect day to give Tristan a run for his money. But luckily, his predictable pooch had already given up for the loving lap of a blonde girl sitting on a towel. Perfect. He was going to have to thank Slim Shady later. He picked up a jog through the sand, pulling the brown dog back by the shoulders. That's when he got a good look at her, and furrowed his brows. He was hoping this girl would be the next one in his bed, but this one looked strangely familiar. "Do I know you?" He didn't even think before he asked it.. it might have been strange, coming from a person as famous as himself, but there were times Tristan didn't want to - let alone think about - censoring himself.

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this one's for nic granger / jen. there's 924 words for you here. he's wearing this and rockin' it. lyrics to aerosmith and temp/images to me. in other news, voila.

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[nicolette]

Nicolette was not normally that girl. Who was that girl, you may ask? Well, that girl was that girl that complained whenever she did not have a boyfriend or a significant other. That was not normally something that Nic ever did. She was normally the girl that was complaining about the girl complaining about not having someone. It had been a long time, though, since Nicolette had dated anyone. She was starting to get lonely, which was probably one of the main benefitting factors as to why she moved to Los Angeles to live with Quinn. She would not be in a house by herself and she knew there were a lot more people that she could spend time with while she was in Los Angeles than there were when she was in New York. She liked having someone there for a majority of the time. She did not generally like going out by herself like she had done today. She liked having plans and having them be with someone because, quite frankly, she felt like a loser when she went somewhere alone. She knew that she was attractive and that a majority of people thought so, but whenever you saw that hot girl walking by herself out somewhere you instantly thought why is she by herself? Is she fucked up? What is it about her that is making people shy away from her like that? She just felt stupid being by herself, and she felt kind of like that now, as well, even though the point was to go out and think, not to go out and socialize and to be with other people.

Nicolette was just that kind of person. She would much rather be with a group of people than be alone. She hated being alone and that was mainly because when she was alone she could think about everything. It was a known fact that when you had time to think you were more likely to think about the bad or upsetting things in your life over the happier things that you enjoyed. That was what she was trying to stay away from. She did not like to think about all of that sad stuff. She was a generally happy person and tried to stay like that all of the time. The only problem with that is that whenever there was honestly something wrong she held it back and held it back until something else bad came up and eventually it would all just build up until it exploded and she had a few days where she was just generally sad and there was no way that you could cheer her up. It was one of those things that you can’t really fix, but you have to wait it out until it was over. She did not have a friend that she liked to talk about all of this stuff to, either, so that was probably one of the things that made it all that much worse. She would much rather keep everything in, though, than let it all out. She liked appearing strong to people because it gave them someone that they could talk to. She liked being that person that people could go to no matter what. It made her seem like a strong person, even if on the inside she was not as strong as people thought.

She was thinking about things when all of the sudden she felt something cold and wet at her butt. She jumped up and squealed a little, but then realized it was a dog and her heart instantly melted. She absolutely loved dogs. That was her soft spot. She was petting the dog and scratching behind its ears, “Aw, where’s your owner, buddy, huh?” She was speaking in a baby voice, as people generally do when they are speaking to dogs. Then a guy walked up, assumingly the dog’s owner. She noticed it was that Tristan guy that everyone knew. She did not know if he would recognize her, though, so she would not say anything about it, unless he did. Then he did. She laughed and nodded, “Sort of. We’ve spoken. I’m the hot blonde girl that isn’t your bitch.” She grinned, recalling the last conversation they had, “And this must be slim shady, the reason that I thought about being your bitch.” She giggled and petted the dog once again.


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[hannah]

Tristan rolled his greenish eyes from behind his sunglasses. Slim Shady was probably one of the most problematic dogs he could have chosen. First, he was a greyhound, which made him unreasonably fast. Tristan was a slim, somewhat athletic guy but he was also lazy, so there wasn't any real motivation for him to go out and run like an idiot with his dog. He didn't need to run to stay fit, his metabolism took care of that, so he didn't see the point in doing it. He realized he would get old and fat one day, but by then he planned on having so much power he could be the next Hugh Hefner living in the Playboy mansion. But another trait that made Slim a terribly bad choice for Tristan was his inability to entertain himself. He was always running off, coming back with some piece of ridiculous mess that Tristan would be stuck with. At times, the dog probably thought he was some sort of retriever, running off after some God forsaken object and bringing it back to lay at his master's feet, whining for praise. Slim used to be Tristan's best friend, but he could sense it was much different since the alcohol took control. Tristan couldn't see it, but that was expected considering his head was too far up his ass for him to be able to even breathe. He didn't realize it, but it was plain as day for just about everyone else to see.

But as hardass as Tristan liked to think he was, watching girls and puppies was one of the most priceless things he knew to date. It was so easy to win over a girl with a dog, and he wasn't sure why. He supposed it was the same principle of girls having nice boobs and winning him over instantly. Females were just wired differently, and he supposed them drooling over puppies was just about the same thing. Regardless of the reason, he was thankful Slim Shady had just given him something to do on this seemingly pointless trip to the beach, only happening because his manager stormed his house that morning and demanded he go out and get some sunlight. He was probably there in the big house with several monks, trying to cleanse the place with holy water and elaborate exorcisms. No doubt the man probably thought Tristan was living like Satan, and to be truthful, he was. He didn't leave, all he did was drink and call girls over to fuck. It was sad, but that was the state he was in currently. No one would be able to tell now that he'd been dragged out into the sunlight, his poker face easily sliding into place. It couldn't cover his ever-looming hangover, but it could hide the pitiful state in which he'd been living for the past several weeks.

Tristan smiled, watching her stroke the soft ears of his canine. She really did look familiar. He took Slim by the chest, pulling him back so he could slip the collar back over the dog's head, tightening it so that maybe he wouldn't slip out of it again. It was damn near impossible to make sure he couldn't escape, but it sure as hell beat chasing the dog around for several hours a couple times a day. After re-restraining his pooch, he let him climb back into the girl's lap where he immediately made himself comfortable, fancying himself a lap dog. Tristan rolled his eyes, catching the girl's laugh and adorable smile out of the corner of his eye. At what she said, he absolutely could not help himself. He laughed freely at it. His habits with blondes was no secret, and he was teased about it all the time. It didn't matter though; at night he was always the one with a hot girl beside him. He laughed again as she spoke about Slim Shady, who he had given up watching. The dog was sprawled out in the girl's lap, obviously not going anywhere at the present time. "Yeah, I remember now," he said with some laughter. He finally took a seat in the sand, feeling himself being watched from just about every angle, but he'd learned to ignore it as much as possible. There were surely hundreds of photos being taken at this point, but he was sure none of them were as bad as the ones that had already surfaced on the front covers of magazines, so he wasn't concerned. "He is a ladies' man," he said fondly, speaking more of his dog but also of himself. Come on Tristan, think hard.. what was her name? He racked his poor, hungover brain, trying to come up with something at least decently close. "Nic-something, isn't it?" he asked, squinting a little behind his sunglasses. Oh well, if that wasn't it she couldn't blame him. He was doing well to remember his own name at this point. He rolled his eyes as Slim jumped up a little to give her face a hearty lick before returning to her lap, his tail thumping her thigh and the ground as he reminded her for her attention.

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[nicolette]

Nicolette had been wanting a dog for a long time. It was funny because every single time she thought long and hard (HA! Long and hard) about getting a dog, someone else’s dog ends up coming up to her. That dog was usually attached to a very cute boy as well. That was actually the best part. She can remember that the first time she met Vince was because his dog, Zeus, started nudging her and licking her hand. He was probably the cutest thing she had ever seen. It was funny, though, because people usually say that you can judge how someone acts by the way that their dog acts. That was totally wrong for him. Vince was more of a hard ass than his dog. Something told her that it was the same way with Tristan’s dog. His dog was nice and cute and sweet, and to be honest, that was not what she had heard about Tristan. What she had heard about Tristan was that he was simply a player. He was that guy that could stay inside and just fuck away at a girl as soon as she came into the room, as long as he had a beer. She honestly would not have been surprised if he put a sign out on his front yard that said “Blonde’s with nice tits come in” and then had them line up outside his room waiting to sleep with him. That thought was actually pretty amusing, but what was more amusing? The thought itself or the fact that he probably would do that and see no problem with it?

She normally was not a fan of people like that, but she was also not the girl who was going to judge someone before she knew them at all. She gave every single person she knew a chance. She even gave Cali a chance, but she proved to be the person that everyone said she was. She thought, maybe, just maybe there was a chance that people were different from the way that people described them. The reason that she wanted to give everyone a chance was because she was not the way that everyone seemed to think that she was. People tended to think that she was some sort of slut, but in reality she has never had more than one recurrent sexual partner. She was no prude, that was for sure, I mean, come on, she walked around naked every single chance she got, but she was in no way a slut. She liked being naked, but she did not like sleeping with multiple people. She was much more interested in having friendships than having a bunch of friends with benefits. Now, this was going to be the time for her to be able to judge Tristan. This was the time to see if he really was the guy that would try and fuck her, or if he would be at least a little nice and just talk to her for a while. If he could talk to her for a good portion of time, then tried to get her in bed, it would be better than what she had heard. There was no saying that she would deny him, either. I mean, come on, look at him! Okay, so she probably would not sleep with him, but she would highly debate it!

She watched Tristan try and put the collar back on, in some attempt to keep him close and giggled. She let the dog plop his body back on her lap and groaned a little, playfully. “Okay, bud. Just kill my lap, why don’t ya!” She was only playing around. She liked having dogs this close to her. It was adorable. She looked up at Tristan when he spoke and when she looked back down at Slim Shady she laughed. He just looked so damn comfortable and she was happy to be of service. When Tristan spoke again. She giggled softly and looked over at him, “You or the dog?” She smirked a little. There was laughter playing in her voice, so he would know she was just playing around. She nodded when he asked about her name. “Nicolette, but you can call me Nic, or whatever else you want to. I don’t mind.” She flashed him a cute smile before giggling because the dog was licking her, “Okay! Okay!” She was petting him and scratching behind his ears. “So, Tristan, what brings you here all alone?” She was noticing the people with cameras and It made her a little uneasy. “Hate photos.”


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