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Post by Harley Parsons on Aug 22, 2007 17:08:26 GMT -5
"It shows," Harley said. She felt as if Dez was either hiding something, or just didn't want to talk to her. In either case, she kept talking anyway. "So your dad's a painter?" she asked, out of curiosity. Taking the last sip of her drink, she ran to the nearest cafe to throw it out. |
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Post by Desiree Nev Hills on Aug 23, 2007 15:46:45 GMT -5
Flipping her wavy hair, Dez saw a look in Harley's eyes. Maybe by not talking, she was coming off cold. Well, not a painter. He's a photographer. A really good one in my oppinion. She decided to start talking. There was no need to make enemies. Not yet at least. He takes pictures for major magazines. she said smiling.
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Post by Harley Parsons on Aug 23, 2007 16:11:20 GMT -5
[do you want harley and dez to end up as enemies? that'd actually be a cool twist, but it's totally up to you.]
Harley nodded. She glanced at her watch, and it was still pretty early. She kicked a bit of snow, and then picket it up, forming it in her hands. Though they were freezing, she still had the urge to do it. "My dad's a pediatrician," Harley said, finally. "But he was never my doctor, because he'd feel guilty if anything happened to me." she added. |
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Post by Desiree Nev Hills on Aug 23, 2007 16:17:46 GMT -5
[that would be a cool twist. ok. when will they turn enemies?]
Dez watched Harley pick up the snow. It was starting to get cold. A pediatrician? Well then. That must mean this girl was rich. So, does that mean you have a lot of money? Again, all she asked was a one liner question. She just wasn't a talker. Never had been. It had gotton her in trouble more than once though. Not talking. Then people thought that she didn't like the person. She waited for an answer, hugging herself to keep away from the coldness.
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Post by Harley Parsons on Aug 23, 2007 21:44:10 GMT -5
"I geuss." Harley said, not looking up from her snowball. She threw the snowball at a tree, and made the snow on the branches fall off. She smiled, and then continued. "But I have a rather big family, so the money it gets spread around." she added. Her step-brothers were in private day-schools, and Brandon was in college. "I'm don't act like the Laguna Beach rich bitch, though." she reassured her. The curse had slipped out at the end, and she didn't think it bothered Dez.
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Post by Desiree Nev Hills on Aug 24, 2007 14:00:09 GMT -5
Swears. Dez was used to them. Now you couldn't go through a conversation without a swear. It was a fact of life. Dez laughed. She had never met anyone who acted like a spoiled rich kid, and didn't want to. Oh. she simply said again. Wow. It didnt' seem like she wanted to talk that much today. She flung her hair, and waited. There was really nothing to talk about. Maybe that was why she was so quiet. Thank goodness the bus came. I'll see you around school then. she smiled and got on the bus.
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