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Paige was starting to realize that there were only certain times she could be allowed to be a bitch. It should be something can at least turn on and off for people’s sake, because being one all the time isn’t getting her anywhere. With all the events that were now leading to where she was, you shouldn’t be shocked to know that she has learned her lesson, but at the same time she hasn’t. With the anger she had left in her, though, she couldn’t help but make another classic Nilles Bitch move and call the police only to report the only man she ever really cared about for no good reason. No, people, there was really no denying it anymore; Paige had fallen in love with him. She was starting to admit to herself without having to punch a wall or feel the need to get drunk out of her mind or something. No, she was accepting it, because as soon as she recalled Tristan Silvers, she could tell herself that every man was an asshole and she should be reminded that none of them were worth falling for.

That still didn’t relieve her from the misery he left Paige with, because as far as she knew, she was still in love with him; regardless of the annoying way he worked up to get himself on the a-list or the way he completely used to her for his own good and then threw her off. Regardless of the fact that she called the police on him, she always wondered how he was doing and where he was. She even wondered sometimes who he was with. She knew after the stunt she pulled, he wouldn’t exactly like her as much as he used to. Even so, a part of her angered her when she found out that it only got him more attention considering he was as good as a celebrity now. Well, no. He was a celebrity.

Ugh, how did that happen anyway?! Before she knew him, he was nothing but an unknown actor that didn’t exactly have a future. At least he didn’t seem to have one. Paige wanted to tell herself that she was responsible for it, though. There was a few times she was followed by cameras when she was with Tristan. Shit. All she was doing now was trying to forget about him now. She was in New York again. And the drama had died down a little and Tristan was in LA. It was all good because hopefully, she didn’t have to see him again.

Now she was a little big in hiding. Those that actually were looking for her could easily recognize her, but others didn’t seem to notice that Paige Nilles is passing them by. It was all good, because so far, she hadn’t been chased by cameras. Who new a brunette wig could hide so much? It was all good. She sighed, sitting herself down in the lobby of the hotel she was staying in, reading a magazine just like a normal person. In all honestly, she couldn’t get herself to face her penthouse building. God knows what hectic of crowds were just to get a hold of her. She was honestly paranoid, though. It was obvious no one any longer gave a flying fart about Paige Nilles. If only she realized that.

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complete | paige nilles | four hundred and sixty-eight
anything else;; hello, hello!

boring. that's the one word that lisa would use to describe her life at the moment. nothing had happened in the last couple of months, she hadn't met anyone she particularly cared for, nor anyone who particularly cared for her. she was lonely, she knew she was young but she felt that if she didn't find someone soon she'd wither away unnoticed. even her best friend had left her, she had run off with her new husband off to dubai, or something. whatever, she didn't need anyone. the moment she had thought that thought, she knew she was lying to herself, as always. telling herself the truth was only going to get harder and harder as time passed, but she was stubborn.

as she neared the palace hotel she was suddenly glad that she had lugged herself off of her couch and onto a plane, sitting at home all day watching re-runs of the simpsons wasn't getting her anywhere. being back in new york gave her a sense of security, just knowing that there would be a bigger loser than her in every street that she set foot in. it made her feel bigger, better, and she didn't care if that meant she was shallow because there was no-one to judge her, no-one to tell her what's wrong with her. not that she really needed telling, she knew perfectly well what made her so screwed up. to start off with it was her grandfathers death, then moving to new york, which was solely her parents fault. it stressed her out, she lost sleep, she started failing in school. but now, she knew it was her own fault and she could live with that... right?

grunting, she dragged her suitcase into the lobby. she knew a bell boy should be doing this but she didn't really feel like being spoiled. she stopped to catch her breath for a few moments and took in her surroundings, she hadn't been here since she moved here first, she remembered being so gobsmacked by how fancy everything was, but now, she just rolled her eyes and walked over to a large, comfy looking couch and dropped her luggage and sat down. after looking blankly at the wall for a few moments she realized someone else was there. lisa gave the girl a vacant smile and started to dig through her bag for a book to read.

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This place was kinda nice, she realized. Everyone was minding their own business and no one cared to look who was sitting where she was. Everyone went about their own doings, the bellhops and the hotel managers and guests all their own worries and manners to attention to. She belonged in a place like this. Hell, she belonged in a place like New York City. Where so much could be done, big or small within nanoseconds with not another's care in the city. Everything had a pattern, it was kinda nice. Whereas in a small town, one small thing done, the whole town knew and it altered the ultimate pattern. It was a little annoying to Paige. She wondered why she ever hated it. Or why she always felt like flying off to Miami or California nonstop just to get away from her problems when all there was left to do was go home. It didn't make sense to her anymore.

Paige looked over as another, seemingly younger girl came and sat down next to her. She was either really young or just looked it considering she was really short. What the hell, though? How dare she just come and sit down next to her? And then smile? Ew. For a moment she actually forgot she wasn't Paige Nilles. But instead some random girl there at the hotel, just reading a magazine. She was wondering what the girl was smiling at anyway. Was she that bored unlike everyone else that she would just sit down next to and then smile at a stranger? Did Paige seem amusing or something while reading a magazine?

What if Paige was a man disguised as an FBI Most Wanted serial killer or something? Or what if she was a robber, forcing people out of their money. Or a dealer? It wasn't unusual. If she could find the love of her life out on the streets of New York, there was no saying who else could be lingering around anywhere. The possibilities are there, she could be anyone. The kindness around here was getting a little too annoying. She rarely appreciated it from anyone. "Can I help you?" Paige raised her eyebrow. She didn't await an answer before she got to her feet and sat down on the couch that was unoccupied.

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complete | paige nilles | three hundred and thirty something
anything else;; yes, i took awhile, and yes, it's kinda crappy, sorry!

the stand by stephen king was the battered book she pulled out from amidst the junk in her bag, it smelt musty and had been dog-eared so many times that it probably belonged in the bin but she still opened it just the same. it made her feel at home, the book made her feel one hundred percent secure, like nothing in the world could touch her. four sharp words cut through her trance, lisa glanced up, her eyes narrowed. all she had done to her was smile, a simple, harmless smile, why did she react like that? she obviously had issues.

lisa felt like she vaguely recognized this girl, but she didn't know where from. she shook the thought out of her head before it started to bug her. she just looked at her blankly for a few moments before looking back down at her book, reading a page she swore she had read a billion times before. page, paige... why was that ringing her head? she decided to ignore it and continue on reading, completely ignoring the figure that sat across from her. she didn't feel like being taunted, and this girl seemed like she was just about to start.

the words on the page wobbled in front of her, her eyes wouldn't focus properly because she was distracted, despite trying her best to concentrate. she decided to give up and she threw the book carelessly beside her and dug her phone out of the pocket of her black skinny legs. no-one had texted her. she hated when that happened, it made her feel lonely.

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