- Carmen // Lana del Rey
Age/Birthday: 20 [July 13th 1992]
Known as: The Colourful One
Favourite song: Dakota // Stereophonics
“Sleeping in the back of my car
We never went far
Didn't need to go far
You made me feel like the one”
Occupation: Work at Cue [the clothing store]
Likes: Bright colours, travelling, foreign cultures, summer, jewellery, Lolita, fruity cocktails, her hair, individuality, intelligent conversation, painting, baking, water bottles
Dislikes: staying in once place to long, covering her legs, long pants, hospital, hats, sunburn, her freckles, being hit on by nasty people, wine, bug spray, broken hearts, her ex, hairspray, people who put other’s down.
Musical Inspiration: Florence + the Machine and Kate Bush
Biography: Carmen has always been a cheerful and curious girl. Her mother was a diplomat so she spent the first 11 years of her life exploring the globe and developed an appreciation for everything colourful and unique. When she was 12 however her aunt's husband got sick so the whole family relocated to Melbourne and has been here ever since, though Carmen does go on a foreign holiday at least twice a year to stop herself getting bored and antsy. She’s extremely open minded and willing to try almost anything at least once, the weirder or more unique the better. She values intelligence in people, all different kinds of intelligence and can’t stand stupid people or mean people. She’s sworn off boys and relationships in general since a particularly nasty breakup last year, despite the best efforts of her friends, though she loves socialising with people and meeting new friends. Carmen loves everything artistic; painting, sculpting, writing and of course making music which is basically why she loves the youtube videos she makes with the other girls though whether or not Carmen is ready for (or even wants) fame is another thing entirely.
Hidden talent: She’s an amazing artist – painting in particular
Relationship status: Single and sworn off men
Model: Cintia Dicker
“Mama,” I asked childishly as I curled into her side, head on her shoulder.
“Yes Carmen?” She asked, absentmindedly running her fingers through my hair as she held some papers from work in her other hand and was reading them over.
Except I lost the confidence I had to ask her, instead I just said “I love you,”
“I love you too baby girl.” She said, carefully placing her papers on the couch next to her and wrapping both her arms around my shoulders, “Is it one of those days?” She asked.
“Maybe.” I shrugged. It was , one of those days where the cheerfulness disappeared and I felt melancholy and bleak. The days I couldn’t be bother yet also had to try the hardest to be myself. This is why I got for branding myself as the colourful and cheerful one. Last year ago it hadn’t been a stretch, this year it was getting harder and harder.
“Head high sweetie.” She kissed my temple and continued to run her fingers through my hair. I wanted to just hide here all day, except she had other plans, “I’ll let you hide out here for an hour then you’ll have to go face the world.”
“But I don’t want to mama.” I whined, hiding my head in her neck.
“Sometimes we gotta do things we don’t wanna Carmen, you know that.” She said strongly though not unkindly, “Face the world with a smile and you show that boy.” She said cutting to the heart of the matter.
She always knew. Sometimes I thought she was psychic. Maybe she even worked in the super secret arm of the government that’d be cool; my mum the super spy.
“Honey, I’m home.” I called as cheerfully as I could muster as I let myself into the apartment.
“Baby I missed you,” Was the response I got, though not from Stephen. Nope Carrie was over again today grinning at me like the cat that ate the canary.
“Hi Carrie.” I grinned, rolling my eyes kicking my shoes into the cupboard by the front door. Seriously Stephen had this OCD rule about no shoes in his house, so everyone had to leave their shoes by the door. It was like his soul had absorbed Japanese customs or something.
“Carmen, just in time.” Stephen appeared in the door from the kitchen beaming at me, “Jo’s coming over with her boyfriend and Martin and his girlfriend and Jo invited Julie, and inviting your boss to your house that must be weird.” He said in this long rush, like Stephen was want to do when he got excited.
I barely suppressed the groan building in my throat. I just wanted to curl up in bed and wake up in a better mood, instead I’d have to stay out here and entertain people.
“Julie is cool.” I shrugged, brushing past him into the kitchen.
“If you insist.” He shrugged in return, “She’s not my boss she’s your boss.”
“She prefers we think of her more as a friend than a boss.” I laughed, genuinely this time as I grabbed a water bottle out of the fridge.
“She sounds like she’s trying to hard to be cool.” Stephen noted as he wrapped his arms around my waist from behind and lifted me up in a bear hug.
“She’s only like 5 years older than us.” I rolled my eyes. Carried had at some pointed clambered up onto the ledge between the kitchen and dining room and was watching us in amusement.
“Are you doing to let me down anytime soon?” I asked Stephen warily when he didn’t put me down.
He paused as he pretended to think about it, though I knew his answer before he voice it, “Nope I don’t think so.”
“Put me down before I make you Mr.” I huffed, trying not to laugh as I kicked him in the leg with my heel. He barely even flinched.
“OH yea?” He taunted me, squeezing marginally tighter, “How are you going to do that?”
I paused thinking about it before an idea came for me, “Like this.” I said, slowly unscrewing the lid off the water bottle.
“I think you should put her down.” Carried giggled, being able to see what I was doing. Stephen probably could have seen if he’d been looking but unfortunately for him he wasn’t.
“Is that what you’re going to do?” He teased, “Get Carrie on your side?”
“Nope,” I shook my head, “I’m going to do this.” I said before chucking the entire contents of the water bottle over my shoulder. Except it may not have been my best plan because I got wet as well.
Stephen let go of me in shock and I turned towards him triumphantly. “I win!”
“No you don’t.” He growled, wrapping his arms around me in another hug, except this time I got even wetter. I struggled to get away but he held on and overbalanced.
Which is exactly how Jo found us, 2 minutes later as she led Julie into the house. Carried was cackling madly, almost falling off the kitchen ledge and Stephen and I wrestling sopping wet on the floor.
“Julie, Hi.” I grinned up at her, sparing a wave before turning my attention back to Stephen.
Jo looked mortified in the background but Julie just laughed, “Hello to you to Carmen, and Stephen I assume?”
“That’s me.” Stephen nodded in agreement not even looking away from me.
“Well thank you for welcoming me into you home and being such gracious hosts.” She said wryly, which is all it took for Carrie to go thundering to the floor as she lost her balance and for me and Stephen to collapse on top of each other in laughter.
I still felt melancholy and sad, I would for the rest of the day, but now I knew I could get past it. And hey wasn’t that all I needed to do?