excuse me while i kiss the sky -jimi

lyric;
 
"LIV!"
She turned around when she saw me headed her way. "Hey, Liv,"
"Hey, Lyric, hey everybody." I looked to see everyone had followed behind me.
"What are you doing here in Chicago? I mean if you're not here for Mic and Erich's engagement party?"
"Uhm, my dad had a heart attack, so I came here to see him."
"Is he alright?" She gave a simple nod. "Oh, that's good. Who's this?" I asked looking at the sexy specimen beside her and giving him my flirtatious smile.
"This is my brother... Landon. Landon, this is Lyric and that's Joey, Jax, Crims, Sawyer, Kegan, Cher, Evan, Nico, Tristan," she said hesitantly "Erich and Mic" she mumbled something inaudible.
"Excuse you, Liv?" Mic spoke up.
"Nothing, your highness." Forget there drama, I was more interested in the man standing beside her.
He gave me a handshake. "So Landon, do you think we'll see you again?" Okay, so I flirt a lot. Sue me?
"Well, maybe, I'm moving to New York, with Liv."
"Well, I hope we'll see you around." I said as Landon and Liv turned to leave.
"Flirt," Mic said to me with a laugh.
"But he way hot," Cher chimed in. I heard Evan clear his throat playfully. "But not hotter than you of course," she said taking his hand and skating off.
I looked to see Tristan shaking his head playfully. "What?" I asked innocently.
"Maybe your just like your mother," he sang the line to Prince song. Everyone chuckled, but me.
"F.ck you." And I skated off.
"What did I say?" I heard Tristan ask I skated off.
 
****
"Your just like you d.mn momma."
I looked at my aunt standing over me yelling in my face, "You not gonna be good for sh.t, except laying on you back!"
I want lie and say she didn't have a point to be mad at me. I'd just been caught f.cking Idris in her room. Ipso facto, her anger was valid. But her comment, not acceptable. I'd never admit, but those words cut me deep. I wasn't like my mother, me and Idris were gonna be together forever. I mean, how could we not? We were perfect for each other?
"You are no better than my mom. You think sleeping you mother's husband is any better? H.ll no. You think having a baby by your step father is f.cking okay? H.ll no! You think-"
She slapped me before I could complete my sentence. I immediately grabbed my stinging cheek.
"I hope you f.cking die, b.tch."
 
I was on the floor with my math book open, not really doing any work. I was half-a.ssed doing equations when my pops walked through the door and asked me what happened at my aunt's. Apparently, she called him. So I raised up and sat indian style and told him the whole story. My parents and I had an open door policy, so nothing was rarely ever held back.
"You did what?" my father laughed.
So I repeated it.
"You know I never like your b.tch of an aunt," he said taking a puff from his cigar. I thought that statement was funny since it was his sister. I looked at my father sitting across from me in his favorite chair. "So where's mom?"
"Vegas." I nodded up and down. So in case you don't know, my mother was my father's ho. Actually, she was his only ho. And I mean that with utmost respect.
"Oh f.ck," I said jumping up.
"What?" my pops asked in a panic.
"My f.cking cookies," I shrieked. They were completely burned. Yes, I couldn't cook worth sh.t.
"That's probably Idris," I said when I heard the buzzer, alerting someone was outside our building. I ran to my room to get out of these sweats. I quickly put on a pair of tight jeans, pushed my breast up, and walked out my room. I walked in the living room to see Idris seating on my couch, eating a burnt cookie. I smiled as I took a seat next to him. Yes, we were gonna be together forever.
 
***
Clearly, I was dumb girl in love. I shook my head at the stupid memory.
"Hey, sorry about-" Tristan said. I didn't even see him take a spot next to me.
"It's alright. Sorry for snapping at you." I skated away again.
I'm not like my mother. I'm not like my mother. I'm not like my mother.

yep jessie, Adrian Grenier. lol.
 
so for some crazy reason i get lost on the set, and i run into adrian who ask "can i help you?"
and i would look in his lust-filled eyes, "yes, i am lost" and we would end up behind some building doing naughty things. then i would walk back to kevin as if nothing happened. ;D

[fyi, i don't like this set but whatevs.]
 
so the quote was Kevin Connolly's answer for how to let a woman know he is interested.
 
the date: we would meet at a book store. he would bump into me, causing me to drop my book. there would be an immediate attraction. we would hang out the rest of the day. the next day he would ask me to accompany him on the set of entourage, there i would run into....

for the the.jean.genie.
so happy anniversary!!!
this was my attempt of creating a modern day marilyn monroe, with a little james dean inspiration.

[continued from gianna's story. http://www.polyvore.com/many_have_loved_many_times/set?id=15717366. oh and jessie's story, http://www.polyvore.com/drc_just_break_me_down/set?id=15717731]
 
lyric;
 
I watched Jared as he followed behind Cher. "Well, I know where those two are headed," Tomo chirped.
"I think we all do," We laugh.
"And we are back on with 30 Seconds to Mars," I announce while pressing the button to cue the applause. "It seems my co-host is," I clear my throat, "a little busy."
"Yeah, she's busy alright," Shannon says. I laugh.
"So you are stuck with me, Lyric." This shall be fun. "And we are going to play a game until Mic and Jared comes back."
Tomo laugh, "You make it sound like they are together."
I laugh, "No, that's not what I meant. Mic's happily engaged. Besides, she wouldn't cheat on her fiance if she had to save her life."
"Jealous?" Shannon asked with a smile.
"Not even a little. Actually, I think it's cute. And you are getting me off subject. Our listeners wanna her about 30 Seconds to Mars. Now, about this game. I'm going to call a female off this list," I hold up a piece of paper, "and you tell me would you f.ck or not. We are gonna call this 'Is she f.ckable?'."
"This sounds like my kind of game."
"So first on our list is the lovely Gwen Stefani."
"F.ckable," Shannon said immediately. I laughed.
"I concur," Tomo said.
"Pink." I said.
"F.ckable," they said at the same time.
I looked down at the list, "Lindsey Lohan."
"Not." Tomo said.
"Why?" I asked.
"Because Jared has already been there."
"I'd still f.ck her," Shannon added his two cents.
"See, Shannon would, and they are brothers."
"I don't care," Tomo said.
"Tomo, you can't honestly tell me there is a girl that Jared has f.cked that you haven't," I laugh. Shannon joined in. Tomo shook his head no. "Get the f.ck outta here," I laughed more.
"Who's next," Tomo said interlocking his fingers in front of him.
"Okay, okay. Uhm, Miley Cyrus."
"Too young." Yep, that was Tomo.
"Oh come on," I looked at him in disbelief. "I'm through with you Tomo. Okay, Shannon, is Miley Cyrus f.ckable?"
"I agree, she is too young. But I'll f.ck the h.ll out of her when she becomes 18." he added with a smile.
I burst into laughter, "She seems to be a freak. I mean the girl is already sliding down poles on TeenNick."
"Exactly. I'd love for her to have a go around my pole," he said with a smile. I shook my head.
"Okay, Tomo, last chance to redeem yourself. Alessandra Ambrosio."
"That's the supermodel right?" Shannon asked.
"Yep. She was on the cover of Rolling Stones also. And Mic has like a huge lesbian crush on her, but that's our secret." I said putting my index finger to my lips.
"Understandable," Tomo said.
"So you would f.ck her then?"
"Mic?" Tomo asked raising on eyebrow.
I laughed, "No, Alessandra."
"Oh yeah, her too."
"Wait, so you won't f.ck Miley Cyrus, but you will f.ck Mic?"
"I heard my name." I looked behind me to see a smiling Mic and Erich walking back into the studio.
"Well it looks like my co-host is back listeners."
"Yes," she said putting on her headphones.
"So I'm going to catch you up. Mr. Tomo wouldn't f.ck young Miley Cyrus, but apparently he would f.ck you." I said propping an elbow on the table, and looking at Tomo.
He laughed, then looked over at Erich. "I mean if she was single."
I laughed. "Mic is still young." I added.
"But I'm legal."
"But not legal enough to drink," I added.
"You just turned 21," she looked at me and said.
"Catfight," Shannon said. "I hope clothes come off." He sounded like Joey.
"No," Mic said to him. "Let's move on."
"Aww, I wanted Tomo to answer my question." I said.
"No comment," Tomo smiled.
"Katy Perry," Mic said reading the next name on the list.
"She has nice t.ts; I wanna slide my c.ck between them," Shannon spoke first.
"Wow," Mic said looking at Tomo, "What about you?"
"I totally agree with Shannon on this one."
"Actually, you two look like you are the same size," Shannon pointed at my boobs.
"You are not sliding your c.ck between these," I said lifting my breast a bit.
"Yeah, someone has already beat you," Mic snickered.
"Hush, kitty four fingers!" I heard Erich choke behind me.
"Kitty four fingers?" Tomo asked with a smirk.
"Yeah, Barbie, wanna explain that one." She looked embarrassed.
"My favorite pasttime, enough said. Lady Gaga." I laughed. Nice way to change the subject.
"F.ckable." Shannon.
"I don't know," Tomo said. "Her body is amazing, but she scares me."
"Scares you? I like Lady Gaga." Mic said.
"But would you f.ck her," Tomo said. "That's the question."
"Oh, no."
I looked at Shannon, "Who wouldn't you f.ck?"
"Hey, I'm not picky." He said holding up his hands. I laughed as Jared walked back into the studio, without Cher.
"So was she a good f.ck?" Shannon asked. Jared just smiled and took a seat. After Jared returned, we talked about their upcoming projects and what was next for the band. After taking a few calls, it was time to bring the show to a close.
"Thank you for listening to the Naked Barbie hour. I'm Mic-"
"-and I'm Lyric."
"And we are barbies behaving badly." we continued together.
"Wear a condom, New York," Jared randomly called. We all looked at him. "What?" This caused laughter from everyone.
"Uhm, well okay. Wrap it up, new york," Mic added with a laugh.
 
After leaving the station, I hopped in a cab. All the sex talk was making me hot. I gave the driver my address, and pulled at my phone. I sent Sawyer a quick text letting him know I was on my way.

lyric;
 
I arrived just as the burlesque dancer set her perfect a.ss in the huge martini glass filled with, i'm sure, water. The crowd whooped and hollered. I watched from the back as she spun her body, causing the crowd to become more excited. I headed to the front, and took a seat by Mic.
"What took you so long?"
"I had a stop to make," I answered, still fixated on the dancer. She was good. Damn, good. After her bartender took off her shoes, she picked up what looked to be a huge olive. In a stripper-esque, yet classy, movement she climbed to her knees and shimmed her upper body. She then held the olive above her and squeezed, causing the water to cascade down her body. So it was a sponge, the olive. I could her the men, and some women, cheering. She took her sit back in the martini glass and kicked her legs very sexy like. Then she spun around again. That sh.t looked fun. I want to try it. Keeping her body in the glass, she placed one foot on the edge and posed. With the olive under her, she hopped up and down. She, again, held the olive above her and squeezed. One more shimmy, one more spin, and one more pose; her set was over. She received a standing ovation as she climbed out the huge martini glass.
A bartender brought her a mic and a towel. "Sadly, tonight is my last night in New York." The crowd "aww"-ed.
"I know, I know," she made a sad face. "So I wanna do something special tonight. Can I get a volunteer?" Immediately hands flew in the air. She looked around the crowd.
"You."
I looked at her. Surely, she wasn't talking to me. My hand wasn't even raised.
"Me," I pointed to myself.
"Yes you." She gave me the come hither gesture.
I politely shook my head no.
"Aww, give her a hand ladies and gentlemen," she said stepping off the stage in walking my way. Applause broke out. She stood in front of me, causing the spotlight to land on me.
"Go," Mic urged, giving my shoulder a light push. I looked at her, "If I go, you're coming with me." I stood up, downed the rest of my beer, took Mic's hand, and followed behind Angel Diamond.
"Give it up for our two sexy ladies. What's your names, sweetie?" She held the mic to me.
"Lyric." Then to Mic, "Mic".
"Okay. Ladies, I have some sexy get-up in the back I would like you to put on." I looked at Mic, who looked excited.
 
"How do I know someone hasn't worn this," I asked holding up the sequined, purple corset.
"You don't," she replied as some man walked by.
"Excuse me," I stopped him, "do you know if anyone has worn these?"
He laughed, "No, no one has worn them."
"You wouldn't lie to me would you?"
"Scouts honor," he said holding up the boy scouts hand sign. I decided to take his word for it. Although, I doubt he was a f.cking boyscout.
 
We walked back on stage to an onslaught of whistles and calls. "You ladies look hot," she said with a smile. "Now, the music is going to start; i want you to follow my lead." She placed the mic on the ground and took her place. I looked at Mic, who looked at me. I shrugged my shoulders as the beat began. She began to swing her hips side to side, which Mic and I imitated perfectly. Each move she shelled out, we did. "Okay, now that I see you two", she pointed at us, "are professionals, I'll let you give a show." She stepped off the stage and headed towards our seats, "This time I'll watch." The music began playing again. I began moving my hips, then imitated the moves we taught moments ago; adding my own twist. I glanced at mic who was doing the same thing. We should be professionals. This was a lot easier than stripping. At least this time, I didn't have to worry about Mic knocking me out. We shimmed close together, wrapping an arm around each others waist, and began to rock our body in sync. We threw our heads back and laughed, as the crowd continued to cheer us on. The music ended; we bowed.
"Kiss! Kiss! Kiss!" someone began chanting, making the crowd began the chant as well. Ah what the h.ll, I'm drunk enough. I pulled Mic into my body and brought my lips to hers, which she did not fight.

Chris Pine
 
so the quote basically describes our date. ;D

[i felt left out, so i figured why the hell not]
 
"Breakfast in bed, love the way I eat"
-Trey Songz.
 

It wouldn't even be a date. I would reenact the "Invented Sex" video. We meet at a party, go back to his place. And I'm tipsy, so anything is possible. We'll have sex on the elevator and have crazy sex all over his place. He's gonna think I invented sex. lmao. And when I finally put him to sleep, I'll leave a note with my number. c[=

valjoy;
 
so me and q decided to go as bigga! i'm a beyonce fan and he is a jay-z fan. it's only right!
 
the party was amazing! i hop you enjoyed your gift rob and lav (something extravagant. lol).