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Post by Phillpa Frady on Nov 28, 2006 12:04:02 GMT -5
{Sorry for the godmodding, I was museless}
Her bright red locks swayed as Phillpa walked through the
hallways energized as ever. She was fully rested after her
Thanksgiving break. She went shopping over break, and she is
wearing some of her new clothes. She had on a pair of new
seven jeans and a cashmere green sweater (she thought green
went well with her red hair) and new dark blonde highlights that
she got over break. She was wearing a pair of black flats from
Betsey Johnston that her father got for her when he was in
France for some art gallery over break.
She walked to her locker in the junior hallway and opened up
her locker. On the door of her locker she had pictures of models
(including Gemma Ward and Tyra Banks) who she admired
greatley. Phillpa modeled for some advertisments in New York
City so has met models before. As she was getting her Calculus
book out of her locker she looked over and saw Mickey.
Phillpa didnt see Mickey at all over break because she was gone
with her mom in Italy, so she was very happy to see him and
was hoping he felt the same way when he saw her. She walked
over to him and said "Hey Mickey, how was your break? Sorry
I didn't get to call you last night, I got in from Italy really late." |
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Post by Mickey Pardo on Dec 16, 2006 13:24:01 GMT -5
[Sorry, I sort of dissappeared... :/]
Thanksgiving had been pretty good for him. Seeing all of his relatives had been pretty awkward in some ways, just because his mom didn't necessarily get along so well with his father's family, who were the people that they had spent Thanksgiving with. Mickey's cousins for the most part were pretty cool. Some of them were really little and idolized him greatly, while the older ones seemed to always want to know what crazy thing he had just done. He was always happy to tell them and many of the males, seemed to always wanted to hear about his girlfriend Phillipa. Mickey had been happy to tell them just about everything about her. He could have gone on for hours about Phillipa. He had jokingly told them that he would kill them though if they ever tried to make a move on her. That didn't make any sense since none of them had ever met her, but it had been fun to say anyways, and just seemed like a Mickey-like thing to do. Currently he had just gone to Calculus. Mickey hated Math, he was horrible at it.
Then again Mickey didn't really try in many of his classes, although he had a secret fondness for English for some reason. His teacher this year was really nice. The rest of his classes, well he skipped as much as possible. His father didn't like it one bit, but he usually managed to avoid him, or think of some plan to get him off his back. Mickey walked towards his locker and stuffed in his books. Next period he had lunch, thank God. Fourty-five minutes of free bliss. He had a free right after lunch as well and since he was a senior, he could actually leave campus. He did sometimes since Phillipa had the same free as him and they usually went out together, doing whatever. Mickey finally finished putting away all of his books, grabbing his Chem AP book, since he had that class after his lunch and free. The class was alright, truthfully he couldn't pay much attention in any science class all of his life, and the teacher could be a downright bastard sometimes. Out of the corner of his eye, Mickey saw Phillipa walking towards him, his face lighting up as she did so.
He smiled over at her, shaking his head. Mickey had been worried about her not calling him, but he had guessed that she was fine. Well, after calling her cell phone about ten times anyways, but it had been off. He wondered if she had noticed, which she probably had, but he did that all the time anyways. To him talking to her was very important. Mickey smiled once again. "Don't worry about, I wouldn't want bags to appear underneath those gorgeous eyes," He said, leaning forward and planting a sweet kiss on her lips.
[Sorry, it's horrible.]
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