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Post by mimi2 on Nov 10, 2012 21:38:45 GMT -8
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; background-color: #343434; padding:20px; border-top: 10px #af9390 solid; border-bottom: 10px #af9390 solid;] she's so in l.o.v.e. ( WORDS ) 819 ( TAGGED ) RILEY/MAR ( OUTFIT ) HUR life was beginning to become like a whirlwind for miss laci pappas. she went from a shy, home-schooled, stuttering and silent little girl, to someone that was dating a nationally acclaimed actor, a member of a girl group about to be presented, and generally self-assured woman (well, more so than she had been prior to moving out to l.a.) however that wasn't to say that this new life was perfect. in fact, it was anything but. thanks to riley's presence in her life, normalcy simply wasn't there anymore. cameras were approaching her more and more as time progressed, and of course with riley filming in a matter of a month, laci wanted to spend as much time as she could with him (without tearing him away from daddy dearest.) and today, laci decided that she would tear her prince charming out of bed for a nice date over some coffee, knowing that they both planned to spend the day with one another anyway.
the blonde smiled and stretched while she laid in bed, snuggling into her pink and flowered covers with a content sigh. she got her phone and scrolled the contacts, stopping at the r's and then tapping 'riley' and message out of habit completely. it seemed that when one had a relationship like theirs – one where one party was constantly busy as riley was, texting was a large part of keeping romance alive.
“hey sleeping beauty meet me at starbucks at 12? xo”
she knew that getting riley up before ten was completely impossible, so twelve would be a good time for him to at least come in not completely in a bad mood. but hey, generally laci loved sleep just as much as he did. the alarm went off and she read it, 10:30. alright. plenty of time to get ready and look all nice just like the label wanted her to look. it seemed that she had no say in how she looked anymore, and as much as that was frustrating, laci was slightly relieved to not have to worry about outfits much outside of picking colors that matched. the main downside was wearing heels constantly, but that was easy to fix with some gel insoles.
next step was showering. laci was always unhappy with living in dorms, and the main reason was the shower situation. it was quite embarrassing to have to walk down the hall in a robe and to carry your care products. for the sake of saving time, she pinned her hair up and hid it in a cap, stripped down and threw on her fuzzy pink bathrobe and flip-flops, then promptly exited the room, caddy in hand. honestly the communal showers weren't too different from the living situation laci experienced for most of her life. having four older brothers, all of whom took five hours in the bathroom every morning, trained the girl to wait patiently for the shower and then to hurry the hell up when she was inside it. one quick rinse and shave later, laci waddled out of the shower and back into her room, tossing the cap off and then exploring her outfit options.knowing that you were going to get photographed on a date certainly affected her judgment. if it was a random friend she would have been able to just shrug it off and go in a cut off teeshirt and high-waisted shorts, but no. this was riley blackwood, her a-list, hot as hell, five-hundred oscar winner boyfriend who got stalked by the paparazzi no matter what he was doing. with this in mind, today's outfit was comprised of a floral corset-esque top, a black transparent mullet skirt, and then some completely closed combat wedges. then of course, laci's favorite bowler hat. it didn't seem like that bad of a combination. laci didn't have much in terms of curves, which was good for fashion – not very good for the whole sex appeal deal.
after having applied a very light amount of makeup, some blush, eyeshadow, and then mascara, laci finally left her dorm and ventured into the high-speed environment known as the city of los angeles. luckily the starbucks wasn't too far from campus, and so there was no reason not to walk there, especially on a day where there wasn't a cloud in the sky and it couldn't have been any cooler than seventy degrees out. when laci was alone, it was like she was a normal person. no photographers followed her around for the most part – they showed up mostly when riley was around or when there was a rumor floating about either pregnancy or engagement. but the blonde woman didn't mind – it was all part of the job. with a sigh, she entered the coffee house and sat down at one of the tables, taking out her phone with a smile, checking the time. 11:55. Perfectly early.
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Post by rileyblackthorn on Nov 11, 2012 10:15:32 GMT -8
[bg=282828][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; padding: 20px; align: center] [style=font-family: georgia; text-align: center; color: #e3e3e3; font-size: 28px; letter-spacing: -3px]living in my own world, didn't understand [/style] he was having very hard time getting around without attracting extreme ammounts of attention. riley knew his fame was growing, but he didn't expect to be this well-liked. at the suggestion of his publicist, he'd cut his obnoxiously long hair in order to make the boy look "mature." ha. he sure as hell didn't feel mature. the horrible thing about this endeavor was how he detested it. riley missed being able to flip his hair. it made the girls scream. or, used to. now that he was pretty much hitched, the obsession for him seemed to be even greater, as girls loved a guy they couldn't get. now what did they want him to do? grow a beard? meet fan girls? oh god. his thoughts just got more and more jumbled. fangirls… the dreaded obsessed freaks who stood outside his home gate, who watched him undress from some random tree outside, who tried dragging him into the dangerous pit that was called "I WANT YOUR AUTOGRAPH!" he'd heard of actors who had ventured into that awful place and never came out. riley shuddered.
riley clung to his pillow with all his strength, the covers wrapped tightly around him. his hair once had covered his eyes when he slept, but not anymore. the alarm for ten o'clock blared loudly. the boy groaned, but did not bother waking up, he threw the covers up over his head, muffling the loud clock xander had installed in an effort to get his ass out of bed earlier, but with no avail. riley was more than determined to sleep the day away, as he had so many times before. alongside his the annoying alarm sat his phone, also buzzing. the two sounds together penetrated the soft sheets of his bed. riley threw the covers off and sat up, growling angrily. here it was. ten o'clock. and he was still tired! that's what happened when you got up too early.
riley made a big effort to stretch after sitting up. he reached over and grabbed his phone, checking the time. 11:30. and after clicking a few buttons he reached his destination: laci's text. she wanted him up around 12 -_-. at least she knew how much he hated getting up early. he sighed and slipped out of bed, going to his closet to pick out some wear. hmm. while he was sure laci wouldn't mind him prancing naked down the streets, the rest of the world just might. ugh. choices, choices. luckily, though, he had some pretty good cloths to select, so he went with a blue button down shirt, black blazer, dark pants, and some nice dress shoes.
unfortunately, he couldn't stay dressed up for very long. the attention was growing and it became harder and harder to shield himself from it. slipping on a huge hoodie that belonged to his dad (for camouflage, of course), he stepped out of the large house, making his way down the cobblestone path, the hood hiding his blue eyes from any curious spectators.
starbucks was pretty crowded, but most who went there were normal, harmless business workers and producers who just needed their fix before dealing with difficult actors like him. it took him fifteen minutes to get there, but riley didn't want to buy anything--the last thing he needed was caffeine, because he got jumpy and extreeeemely hyper. riley wasn't allowed to have sugar, either, because he would not be able to calm down. he saw that familiar bob of blonde hair and went over to the table, sinking into it and crossing his arms. "hi," he practically whispered at her, terrified of being spotted. that anything can happen when you take a chance [/style] |
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Post by mimi2 on Nov 16, 2012 11:32:01 GMT -8
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; background-color: #343434; padding:20px; border-top: 10px #af9390 solid; border-bottom: 10px #af9390 solid;] she's so in l.o.v.e. ( WORDS ) ??? ( TAGGED ) RILEY/MAR ( OUTFIT ) HUR what riley seemed to detest the idea of, laci thrived off of. the lights, the fans, the screaming and the obsession blogs on tumblr. she wanted that all. and she wanted it soon. that was part of dating riley. she would get all the publicity she wanted without issue, the launch party would be star studded, then she'd do the rest of the networking. it was a relatively simple equation that resulted in a trampoline up the social ladder. it did help that riley was a nice guy, though. it would make the eventuality of ending the break up harder. but business was business. laci needed a way to get up and that meant sometimes stepping on a few necks on the way, and she was stepping up in heels. riley would just have to be a casualty. they would still be friends afterwords, and it wasn't like he would blacklist her after they broke up. she was his little lovebug and sweetie and babycakes. the actor fell hard and fast, almost more of a teenager than laci was at this point. she knew to look long and hard before the fall, her brothers had instilled that within her from an extremely young age - just about twelve. they wanted to protect their little sister of course.
on the flip side was the awkwardness that came with faking this whole thing. luckily, riley didn't care for sex enough to want it every night of the week - but every so often she'd have to let him have his way with her. the only good part about that was the cuddling after, she got no pleasure from the actual act of making "love" with him. no, it wasn't making love, it was sex (on her end anyway.) laci had to fake intimacy, fake the nothings that they whispered to one another in the dark, fake her kisses and hugs and cuddles, had to fake her feelings through this whole thing. but the payoff would be sweet. the payoff was stardom. the payoff was everything which laci had ever dreamed for. the little stuttering new yorker was beginning to flower into a pop-star along with her band mates. she wasn't going to stop now just because someone was in puppy love with her. she had to spread her wings. that was what mattered. you went into the world alone and you came out alone. there would be no one lying beside you in your coffin. laci pappas wanted to keep being alone in that sense.
unlike her boyfriend, laci had managed to get a pumpkin chai latte while waiting for him to come over to her, very happily sipping it in the solace of being alone. but then her special buddy slumped into his chair and whispered a greeting, and then the blonde began the show. she smiled and put down her drink, leaning over and giving him a couple kisses on the lips, each very light and soft, then nuzzled noses with him. because of his little get up, they looked just like any other lovey dovey couple that was on a break from work to see one another. eventually someone would see and would take mobile pictures of it, then it would be on perez hilton the next day with some comment about how sickening their relationship was in terms of how affectionate they got. laci did love public displays of affection for most men she was with, but she needed to make sure not to make riley completely and utterly uncomfortable with the whole situation. after all she was his first kiss, first everything actually. "hey baby."
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