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Post by Noelle Lange on Oct 22, 2008 20:31:53 GMT -5
Noelle nodded, "But, I like both of 'em." She pouted. This would actually be hard for her. Noelle gave them both a fake smile, "Well I should, but that doesn't mean I am. I'm actually thinking about taking him or not." Maybe he should just find someone else to go with. In fact why did he deserve to go anyway. Just because it was his senior year too, didn't mean he earned it. Not after what he did. He may have thought that she had forgiven him, but she was going to make him work for her trust again.
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Post by Ariana Osgood on Oct 22, 2008 21:33:36 GMT -5
Ariana was on to her left hand filing each nail to perfection. She was kind of just lost in her thoughts. She rolled her eyes and pointed to the black dress looking up for a brief second. "Black is your color, you're wearing the black one so put the red one in the closet or give it to someone here." Ariana shrugged and continued to file her nails as if the cost of the dress which was probably a huge amount didn't even matter. Noelle's signature color was black so it was one of those colors that no one else would wear since it was Noelle's. "And, don't pretend to think about not taking Dash. You guys will work everything out and it is the Legacy. Even the impossible can happen." Ariana was hoping for her own impossible with Thomas but knew better to not be too set on it. She should just hook up with a guy from Barton and be done with it. Then she'd live happily ever after with her hot boyfriend who has a huge trust fund and who actually loves her. "Hey, anyone know someone who's single? I'm on the market and I feel this need for a boyfriend. Anyone know some hot, nice, single candidates? She looked up for the first time searching for an answer.
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Post by Noelle Lange on Oct 22, 2008 21:43:10 GMT -5
Noelle pursed her lips, "The red one is so preeeetty, though." Then she sighed, "But, your right." She might as well give it to someone else or something. As long as they promise to not fuck it up. Or no this was Legacy of course it'd get messed up somehow. So she got up to put it back in her closet. "I'm just gonna make him work for it. Just to see how much he wants to go." She smirked.
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Post by Rose Sakowitz on Oct 23, 2008 16:40:45 GMT -5
Rose, completely unaffected, moved silently to the couch. Yes, she would do what the single scrawny bitter Ariana told her to do in her own bedroom, but why should she apologize to her? She didn't apologize to anyone who didn't deserve it, and the only thing Ariana deserved was a punch in her blatantly redone nose. Rose didn't have to worry about her though, she never did. One day she knew Ariana would drown during a rainstorm with her nose stuck up in the air, or at least have all the crappy stuff she'd done catch up to her.
Well good, nothing like having to pretend to care what someone else was going to wear. But, then again, Noelle didn't do anything to her, she never had really.
Ignoring the other girls jabs, she looked at Noelle's dresses. Rose said with complete honestly and without a hint of bitterness or resent at all, "Well I believe I would prefer to red one on you, because if you were to wear the black one you might end up blending with the other thousand girls who are going to be wearing black to make themselves look dramatic or whatever. The red would make you stand out. Which is never a bad thing." She could see the decision was already made, but what was the harm in saying what she thought?
Rose hadn't really thought properly about the Legacy, she was going to need to eventually. She needed to stop procrasinating so much... But who hear was going to help her anyway when everyone was hateing her for some reason or another?
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Post by Tiffany Goulborne on Oct 23, 2008 16:53:38 GMT -5
tiffany!
"Anyways yeah. The black one is boring you should do the red one." Tiffany didn't care if black was her color but it's time for a change now. Plus the red one was gorgeous and it look good against her skin. Tiffany got out her phone and texted her dad. Yeah it was a bit corny to be texting your dad but unlike the girls here she had a strong relationship with him that was way more then borrowing thousands of dollars from him. Plus she'd rather be with him then to be thrown into everyone's bitchyness and extremely shallow interior. She didn't dislike any of the girls but people at this school was very shallow and spoiled and they needed a reality check fast. Of course the only reason Tiffany thought this was because she was rich enough to be able to spend a summer in Africa with her father to "ground" her. She was zoning in and out of the convo and she really didn't know what the big deal with Dash and Noelle was. Personally, she deserves better and she wasn't going to tell a friend to take a guy who doesn't deserve it. "Of course he'd want to go, it's more to do with if he DESERVES to go...and he doesn't." Tiffany smiled at Ariana, she could feel for her...she needed someone single too, she was bored with her life. "If you see a guy my type let me know because I'm looking too."
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Post by Noelle Lange on Oct 23, 2008 19:13:18 GMT -5
Noelle scoffed at Tiffany playfully, "This dress is not boring. Just look at the detail and its pretty too." Black was Noelle's favorite color, which is why she wore it so much. But, at the same time it was time for a change. "Yea, I mean I forgive him for being such an asshole, but it still doesn't change the fact that he was such a lying, cheating, man-whore." No one even knew the story behind Noelle and Dash. Or she didn't think she did. And, of course she still loved him, but love wasn't always enough. "I thought you liked Kingston?" Just because her and Tiffany didn't talk all that much, doesn't mean Noelle couldn't tell these kinds of things.
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Post by Ariana Osgood on Oct 23, 2008 19:39:35 GMT -5
Ariana was bored of this whole conversation. She wasn't going to show anyone her dress other than maybe Noelle, Kiran, and Taylor just to get a second opinion on it. She put the file on he bedside table and smoothed out her baby blue tank top. She got off of her huge bed with the silk comforter and pulled down her black Burburry mini boxers. "I'm going downstairs since I'm about to die of boredom. Any of you ladies care to join me?" Ariana tilted her head and crossed her arms over her chest.
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Post by Tiffany Goulborne on Oct 23, 2008 21:34:14 GMT -5
tiffany!
Tiffany nodded in understandment. She just thought the red one was more wow then the black. Tiffany crossed her legs and put a piece of gum in her mouth. Tiffany shrugged, then again Ariana could be right. He might actually change, you just never knew these kinds of things. "Well, he'll come around hopefully." Tiffany said with some hope. Tiffany looked up at Ariana prepared to watch her leave but she was kind of bored too, she might just chill out alone though. But then Noelle said something that made her frown. How do people know these things and why bust her out. "Well I did, but I think he's pissed at me. I don't know for sure though." Tiffany said stretching a little. She didn't care if he was mad or not, well she cared a little about it but she tried to make it better but it made things awkward. Maybe she was a big loserface.
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Post by Rose Sakowitz on Oct 24, 2008 15:45:53 GMT -5
Rose was so frustrated, what did she do to be treated like a little new girl with no opinion or status what so ever? But she hid it completely, as usual. It was just a phase, it would pass. She new Ariana's request wasn't directed toward her at all, and she didn't really want to go either. But she wanted to find out what would happen. Maybe she'd be minorly humiliated, but she needed to get to the bottom of this treatment. "Sure Ariana, I'll go with you," she said with a genuine grin. "Unless you mind, of course, Noelle." She was getting sick of sitting here and making decisions and comments that would be completely ignored anyway.
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Post by Noelle Lange on Oct 24, 2008 18:32:53 GMT -5
Noelle raised an eyebrow, "Yea I hope he does or who knows what could happen." So much had already happened who could really tell. "I doubt he's mad at you Tiff, he loves you to much." She teased. Noelle shrugged. Well its not like the meeting had techniqually started yet anyone because not everyone they needed was there. "Sure go ahead, I'll call you back up when we get ready to start." She said putting her hair into a bun.
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Post by Rose Sakowitz on Oct 25, 2008 9:00:46 GMT -5
"Okay, thanks Noelle. Good luck to you all with your choosing, but I haven't even thought of what to wear yet. I have to get cracking." And with her hair sweeping like a cape moving as slowly as smoke from a candle about to burn out, she glided out of Noelle's room and walked to her own to start thinking of something for herself. She didn't need twenty people giving her opinions and then promptly ignoring them and correcting them to dress herself. Nothing against Noelle, just the dullness of the conversation she was now thankfully out of.
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Post by Tiffany Goulborne on Oct 25, 2008 10:38:01 GMT -5
tiffany!
Tiffany looked at Noelle and coughed into her fist. Sure he liked her. He liked her so much that he just left her looking like a loser all alone watching Sexdrive. Tiffany stood up and took her dress. "Umm yeah. I should be thinking about other cool things to go with my dress." She said draping it over her arm. Not that she was bored with the conversation, it was pretty important but she did have a burst of inspiration for items to go with her outfit. "Anywho, let me know when you're ready to actually call the meeting."
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Post by Reed Brennan on Oct 26, 2008 12:37:14 GMT -5
Reed entered the room. She was a little late. "Sorry I'm late. I was taking a history test."Reed said. She had stayed afterwards to do the extra credit. Right now Reed had a 97.4 in that class. She needed an A+ so she would get a 4.2 GPA. Reed sat down on Noelles bed. They were deciding Legacy dresses. The black one Noelle had was stunning. Reed didn't even have a dress yet. She couldn't even afford one. That was sad. Reed hated being poor. Even worse was her friends being rich and buying all the things for her. Reed always felt so guilty, but that was the way it had to be.
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Post by Noelle Lange on Oct 26, 2008 17:20:03 GMT -5
Noelle smirked at Tiffany, "You know what would help this whole thing?" It was actually more of a statement then a question though, so she went on, "If I called Kingston and told him to come over and help us chose dresses." She said taking out her phone. Besides that wasn't even a bad idea. For a non-gay guy, Kingston has amazing taste in clothing. "Hey Brennan. Gosh you and your school work." She said going back to her closet to look for shoes.
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