* I WANNA FEEL R E C K L E S S ,

[PEYTON JAMES MORGON]

but you're so hypnotizing,
you've got me laughing while i sing,
you've got me smiling in my sleep

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it had been a long day of of work and normally work wasn't that bad. in peytons opinion, at least. usually, going to work meant having fun with the models, loud music to get in the mood and tons of laughter. but every once in awhile peyton had to work with, what he called, MF princesses, or without the abbreviation, mother fucking princesses. they were the ones that would flip out and leave the set if one hair was out of place. they acted like the world revolved around them, and they were the ones who were going to make the shoot perfect. them, and only them.

normally, peyton could just ignore them but they only added to his annoyance. the music had just made his mood even worse. the theme for the shoot was "gypsy" so the sound guys chose the only song they knew to go with the theme; gypsy woman sung by none other than hilary duff. now, peyton had nothing wrong with her, but it wasn't exactly his music of choice. plus, they song was played as every second song. how he didn't end up killing someone is beyond him. but the song, mixed with the girls just set him off. the sound of someones voice saying "thats a wrap", signaling the end of the shoot, felt almost as good as an orgasm.

peyton gather his equipment faster than he ever had before; he HAD to get out of there. after saying a quick goodbye to the rest of the crew he headed out of the studio door and into the busy streets of new york. his first instinct was to just go home and relax. but then his eye was caught by a tiny little bakery. it was almost invisible, stuck between two tourist stores. one might even miss it if ones eyes didn't wander. peyton paused in front of the store, then quickly made his way inside. if he had stood in front for too long he might have been knocked over by the impatient people of new york.

he walked up to the counter and examined all the little treats that were behind the glass counter. the smell of the bakery was overwhelming and enough to make anyone's mouth water. He looked up at the menu of prices and noticed the logo of the store. frostings; it was written in swirly script, the colour of bubblegum. as he was looking the store worker came over to see what he wanted. i'm still looking if thats okay? he said to the young girl, who nodded and went into the backroom of the store.

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OUTFIT: CLICK !
STATUS: FINISHED !
TAGGED: OPEN !
MUSE: PUSSY LIQUOR ROB ZOMBIE
LOVE DRUNK BOYS LIKE GIRLS
HERE WE GO AGAIN , CATCH ME DEMI LOVATO
OTHER:- - -

[anabelle charlie sommers]

take a ride with me baby.
we'll make this work somehow

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grazing a gentle hand across her face moving the obstruction of her vision that were her bangs anabelle sat in silence on her small couch in her boss's office. listening to the plump woman in the spinning chair in front of the computer jab on to whomever was on the other end of the phone she bit her lower lip tenderly as she began to become impatient. waiting for what must have been at least 10 minutes she heard the brief farewell and gave a small and silent sigh of relief. 'Anabelle darling, I need you to go to the little bakery in town and get the doughnuts for everyone here.' She spoke with a gentle voice, making odd hand gestures as she spoke which she did often. 'We know you eat them all yourself. You fail to fool any of us.' anabelle muttered to herself, rolling her eyes now. 'What was that dear?' the woman spoke, raising her brows as she turned slightly in her chair, tapping the keyboard on her desk with a pencil. 'Nothing, Miss Ladiasso.' anabelle quickly covered up, standing she started towards the door. 'Oh, and dear. You simply must change your clothing style and hair. They are simply atrocious!' anabelle simply rolled her eyes and kept walking. 'and she wonders why she's single.' anabelle thought to herself with a smirk.

hurrying down the stairs she stepped out into the crisp morning air and breathed deeply, glad to be out of the horrid building filled with the stench of bad perfume and self consciousness. walking along the path anabelle zipped up her jacket as she pulled her iPod from her pocket, sticking in the earphones gently she turned up her music, suddenly realizing she hadn't been to a good party in ages. sure there were the brunches and balls but they hardly counted as anything due to the behaviour and dress codes and the unnecessary amount of chaperones. she thought about how she'd changed since her parents sent her to the boarding school last fall. she'd slept with one too many guys and had almost gotten expelled twice. now they'd sent her here to study among the other high class students who's parents just wanted to get rid of them for a while. thinking now on how some of her friends have said she'd started to become normal. like, middle class or something. hearing the hustle and bustle she knew she'd reached the heart of new york.

knowing what would happen if she didn't stop daydreaming soon anabelle snapped back to reality, watching out for people who were impatiently rushing towards her and passing her on the side walks. she heard the profanity and shouts as people pushed her around, rolling her eyes she simply ignored it, looking across the way for the little isolated bakery. walking for about 3 or 4 minutes anabelle finally spotted the humble little shop across the street. waiting for a red light she then started crossing, hearing the horns blaring at her as cars still tried to run the light. quickly shuffling across the street anabelle stepped into the shop, breathing the bakery aromas in deeply she exhaled with a content sigh. spotting peyton she smiled faintly, going to stand next to him as she watched the girl come out. 'Miss Ladiasso's usual.' she spoke sweetly, watching the immediate tenseness come to the small girls face she winked slightly and watched her speedwalk back to the kitchen. Biting her lower lip tenderly anabelle watched peyton from the corner of here eye, taking in all his features she shut down her iPod and slid it neatly into her pocket as she thought to herself now.

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OUTFIT// !CLICK!
WORDS// 683(im guessing not counting codes and such)
STATUS// finished

[PEYTON JAMES MORGON]

but you're so hypnotizing,
you've got me laughing while i sing,
you've got me smiling in my sleep

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everything looked so good, peyton was having a hard time choosing. he thought about just leaving and not getting anything but he knew once he got five blocks away he'd regret it. he bent over to get a close look at some intricately decorated cookies before he caught sight of some equally decorated cupcakes. peyton had always been a sucker for cupcakes, especially home made ones. and there were close to homemade, were they not? he straightened himself up, trying to get the attention of one of the workers. of course, it would have been easier if he called out to someone, or rang a bell or something, but instead he just stood there like an idiot waiting to be noticed.

before he had the chance to say anything, though, the bells above the door chimed, signaling another person had entered the bakery. almost immediately the young girl came back out to help the other young girl who had just walked in. the order was quick and peyton took notice to the girls accent. just as he was about to voice his order, the worker spun back around, leaving him again. either he was going to have to scream his order or go behind the counter and get it himself.

he stood back, his eyes glancing sideways at the girl. he assumed her to be young, still in high school. but who knows? maybe shes really a 40 year old woman who has an awesome plastic surgeon. the two stood in silence while peyton waited for the worker to come back to the counter. he watched her place the box of doughnuts on the counter before letting her eyes finally slide over to him. stepping forward he bent of at the glass and pointed at the cupcakes. "i'll take this one," he said, looking up at the girl from his bent position. after straightening himself up, he glanced at the box of doughnuts again and back at the girl. "going to a party or something?" he asked, motioning to the box of a dozen or so delicious desserts. he turned back to the counter, dropping money on the counter and picking up his over priced cupcake. he could have went to the store and bought a mix and icing and made two dozen of these things for that price. but we all know his cupcakes wouldn't taste half as good as this one. somehow, peyton would end up screwing something up. he wasn't much of a baker.

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OUTFIT: CLICK !
STATUS: FINISHED !
TAGGED: ANABELLE CHARLIE SOMMERS !
MUSE:
OTHER: sorry for like, forcing anabelle to get her doughnuts, i just wanted to move things along so they're not standing there awkwardly. (:
oh, and your link for the outfit doesn't work? it just goes to the main page of polyvore..

[anabelle charlie sommers]

take a ride with me baby.
we'll make this work somehow

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anabelle kept her teeth loose over her lower lip as she waited patiently. glancing to peyton she smiled faintly before watching the girl come back in a hurry and take his order. taking the doughnuts she flipped the lid up just to make sure. they'd only screwed up the order once, but that was enough to make Miss Ladiasso become a psycho and almost got anabelle fired. satisfied she hooked the tape back on the lid and fished the money out of her pocket before laying it on the counter. good thing her parents were rich as all get out, it's not like she was ever reimbursed for the stupid things that cost almost 40 dollars for a few doughnuts. sighing she shuddered slightly as the air conditioning in the place kicked on, brushing her bangs out of her vision.

hearing peyton anabelle automatically turned to him, locking his voice into her memory as she did with his facial features. getting lost slightly among her thoughts as she studied his face anabelle looked down and took a moment to recall what he'd said. 'going to a party or something?' she finally remembered, looking up she smiled sweetly before shaking her head gently from side to side a few times. 'I wish. My boss makes me walk here every day to get her doughnuts. Try to get them from any place closer and she'll blow up on you.' anabelle explained, her english accent showing slightly. she was a little amazed she still had it despite the fact that she worked around americans all day everyday. shifting which side she was holding the doughnuts on anabelle put all her weight on that side, taking a slow breath as she looked around the tiny shop. even though she had to walk half a mile to get there and half a mile to get back she stilled loved coming to the little place. her father would bring her here as a little girl to get the giant cookie before his business hit the big time. then all those little things ended and probably would never come back. shaking her head a little to come back to reality anabelle looked back to peyton and smiled. 'I'm anabelle but you can call me carter. ' she spoke softly, offering her free hand that wasn't holding the doughnuts as the smile spread across her lips showing her even white teeth as she kept her eyes on peyton's face now. 'charming and not bad to look at either.' she thought to herself, feeling like an idiot with her best fake smile plastered to her face, though she actually felt pretty happy at that moment.

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WORDS// 485
OOC// lol not a problem, oh and i fixed it thanks for the heads up. my computer was being screwy on me

[PEYTON JAMES MORGON]

but you're so hypnotizing,
you've got me laughing while i sing,
you've got me smiling in my sleep

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The tiny dessert looked more like a piece of art than something to eat. you could see all the work that went into it, with all the small details in the icing and the exact placement of the brightly coloured sprinkles. its almost a shame to eat it peyton though as his tongue grazed through the tip of it. he let the sweet sugar melt on his tongue before swallowing what was left. the only way to describe how it tasted was happiness. if you could taste happiness, it would definitely taste like this. he pursed his lips before sliding his tongue across the cupcake again, this time ruining the perfect design.

his eyes snapped back to the girl as she explained the more than necessary doughnuts. well, it was good to know they weren't all for her. "i know what you mean. well, kinda of," he began. his brows furrowed and his hand dropped from his mouth to his chest. good thing he had a hold on that cupcake or it would have been all over the floor. "i don't have a crazy boss who makes me go all over hells acre to get pastries, but i do work with some.. not so nice girls." glancing down, his eyes caught the cupcake and with the way he brought it back to his mouth you would have thought he forgot about it. "i'm a photographer and some models.. well, lets just say their pretty looks don't match their personalities."

her quiet tone caught peyton off guard as she introduced herself. he quickly switched the hand the cupcake was in and took hers in his. "peyton, but you can call me peyton," he told her with a smirk. he considered her nickname, letting his head fall to the side. "carter? thats what people call you?" he questioned, his lips now pursed. "wouldn't it make more sense to call you anna.. or belle? or maybe even bella? you know, something that sounds like your given name?" his curiosity was getting the best of him as he tried to figure out where her nickname came from.

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OUTFIT: CLICK !
STATUS: FINISHED !
TAGGED: ANABELLE CHARLIE SOMMERS !
MUSE: EVERY DAY TEN SECOND EPIC
STAND BY ME THE TEMPTATIONS
OTHER:

[anabelle charlie sommers]

take a ride with me baby.
we'll make this work somehow

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anabelle stood there silently as she listened to peyton, frowning slightly as she nodded and had one of those weirdo, flash back type things when he'd said, 'but i do work with some... not so nice girls.' after staring at the wall for about thirty seconds anabelle looked back to peyton and nodded again, unsure if she'd done it all ready. mentally shrugging to herself she smiled bright as she felt his warm hand in hers. taking her now free hand over to the box she helped support it, knowing all hell would break lose if she dropped them. 'Do you do...fashion and modeling?' she asked, taking an educated guess as she got distracted listening to the whirring of the air conditioning. Glancing around she counted the 6 vents in the room and raised a brow, questioning why there were so many. sighing anabelle shrugged it off and waited for what he'd say next.

laughing gently when she listened to his mini lecture about her name, anabelle felt her phone start vibrating in her pocket. deciding what to say quickly as her phone kept incessantly buzzing she rolled her eyes. 'Oh, um, my middle name is charlie and, like, 3 years ago i wanted to be my daddy's princess but not so much anymore so my friends call me carter.' she spoke in a hurry, pulling her phone out just to check she saw the name flashing on her screen and sighed heavily. declining the call she checked the time and realized she'd wasted 8 minutes talking to this boy. well, maybe 'wasted' wasn't the best word for. she kind of liked peyton. 'spent' or 'used up' was probably better. 'I'm sorry but I really have to go.' anabelle began, shoving her phone back in her pocket. getting a sudden thought she looked up slightly, distracted again. 'maybe she'll kill me this time. then she's not firing me and she can tell my dad i goto caught in a sewing machine or something.' she said to herself, thinking on it a moment in silence she quickly shuddered before she turned and started out the door.

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[PEYTON JAMES MORGON]

but you're so hypnotizing,
you've got me laughing while i sing,
you've got me smiling in my sleep

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peyton nodded as carter asked what kind of photography he did. "well, now i do. but i started off just taking pictures of things like flowes or water for nature magazines," he told her, a small frown on his face. he had hated taking those kinds of pictures. sure, they were very beautiful, but they just.. sat there. they didn't move or give any emotion. they were just.. there.

as he waited for an answer about the name, peyton heard a slight buzzing. first, he thought there was some kind of fly in the room, but as he looked around he saw nothing. he then figured it was carters phone being ignored in her pocket. grinning slighty, he turned his attention back to her answer. he gave a slight nod to show he understood as he watched her pull the phone out of her pocket. he raised his eyebrows as she sighed, only needing one guess at who it was; her boss.

he felt a bit bad at keeping the poor girl here when she needed to get back. now she was probably going to get fired and it would be all his fault. "don't be sorry, you have a job to do. i should be sorry for making you stay here," he said with a smile. he listened to her next statement a small laugh escaping. "lets hope it doesn't come to that." peyton turned towards the door, letting carter go first then holding the door for her. "maybe i'll see you around?" he questioned, his eyebrows raised and a smile on his face. he took a few steps backward before turning around to head back to his apartment.

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OUTFIT: CLICK !
STATUS: FINISHED !
TAGGED: ANABELLE CHARLIE SOMMERS !
MUSE: - - -
OTHER: sorry its kinda short -.-' do you want to make another thread with them?

[anabelle charlie sommers]

OOC// Umm, yeah. Another thread is fine. (: but I don't even have the muse right not to make a finishing post so...yeah.

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