Never one without the other, we made a pact.
This is my tryout for Keep Portland Weird.
It took forever but I finally found someone who had the right look: Vanessa Hudgens.
Name: Cassie Westin
Hood: Nob Hill
Style: Free people meets Urban Outfitters.
School: Yale University/Kindergarten Teacher
Bio: Cassie is Portland’s newest import. She arrived just two weeks ago and has been hanging on the arm of her Portland-raised boyfriend ever since. They met in their first semester of college and have been obsessed with each other since. Well, at least Cassie has. If rumors are to be believed, William, Cassie’s boyfriend, has had quite the wandering eye over their long six year relationship. Cassie, who--according to her friends--is living in a state of denial, ignores the rumors and insists that Will is as faithful and as in love as he was the day they met. You see, Cassie is a sweet-natured girl who expects everything to go exactly as planned. So cheating and lying never even cloud her mind. Instead she just continues planning away for her and Jack’s wedding. The one he hasn’t proposed for, or mentioned, or even thought of… Hopefully little Cassie isn’t getting her hopes too high, because she might not be able to handle the fall.
Model: Vanessa Hudgens
1. Tell me a little about yourself. What are your interests, hobbies, etc.
Ever since I was a little girl, I have dreamed of being a writer. I used to fill up every notebook I had with blurbs upon blurbs about anything I saw or thought. [So of course, it was no surprise that I ended up as an English major at Yale University.] When I am sad, I write. When I’m happy, I write. I can find inspiration in the smallest thing and will immediately need to write it down, something that annoys my boyfriend incessantly. Oh that’s another thing that I LOVE doing: my boyfriend ;] I would love nothing more than to spend my whole day laying around the house with him, watching football and eating junk food. /That’s/ the good life.
2. Everyone has a past. What’s yours?
I grew up in Bangor, Maine where I was adopted by my mother and father when I was five years old. I don’t remember my real parents, which according to my medical records is probably a good thing. Apparently, I was taken away from them when I was four years old after being found wandering the streets at 3 AM soaked in sweat, blood and tears and covered in bruises. Needless to say, there’s no love lost there. However, the childhood memories that I recall from my adoptive parents are more than capable of making up for my previous woes. Fast forwarding a few years, I had good enough grades in high school to not only garner me an acceptance to Yale but a sizable scholarship as well. In my first semester of college, I met Will, the love of my life. We have been nearly inseparable since we met. The only times we were apart were during school breaks. I decided I couldn’t bare the distance between us or the thought of breaking up, so when he was accepted into Yale Law School, I remained in Connecticut with him and worked as an art teacher. Now that he has finished his degree and become a full-fledged lawyer, I have followed him back to Portland where--hopefully--we will begin the rest of our lives together.
3. Why did you sign up to be a part of the documentary?
I signed up to be in the documentary because I figured most people in the documentary would be native to Portland or the west coast. I have never been on the west coast in my life. I figured people might be interested in seeing Portland through a fresh pair of eyes. Furthermore, it seems kind of lame, but I thought it would be really romantic to chronicle my relationship with Jack and to see where we go from here.
This is lame and one-dimensional but oh well. I'll probably expand on her later. I'm just trying to steer away from my usual snarky ho-type character, and experiencing a bit of difficulty.
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Warning: This is really bad, but uhh I haven't written in months so bear with me.
I stood in the bathroom brushing my teeth, thinking about my plans for the day, when I heard sheets rustling behind me. I stared into the mirror at the reflection of the bed and it's cozy inhabitant.
"Hey, sleepyhead." I called towards the large mass that laid quietly under the covers.
He grunted loudly in response.
I rinsed my mouth and spat out its contents, "Gee thanks, good morning to you too, Mr.Lovebird."
Will simply groaned and rolled over. He never was much of a morning person. I, on the other hand, loved mornings. I loved waking up early, making breakfast and writing my daily to-do list. He called it OCD, I called it a ritual; A ritual I had performed everyday since high school.
I pulled my hair back into a ponytail and waked back towards the room. I giggled at the sight of his huge feet dangling off the bed. He was such a mountain of a man, especially compared to me. He's a big burly bear at 6'4", while I stood tall at a mere 5'5".
I jumped onto my side of the bed and nestled my head against his shoulder, "We should go buy a new bed today."
He yawned loudly, finally pulling his head from underneath the covers, "No. No more shopping. Pleeeease, no more shopping."
"But this bed is too small for you!" I whined.
"Of course it's too small, I've been sleeping in it since I was like 14."
"Please don't remind me of that..." I rolled my eyes, trying to forget the fact that we went from a gorgeous, spacious condo in Connecticut, to his tiny childhood bedroom in his parents' house. It was a serious downgrade, not only because of our cramped living quarters, but also because of our new lack of freedom. Honestly, I thought /I/ spoiled him too much, but no. His mother was on a whole other level of coddling that bordered on a sickness. She wanted to be near him every second of every day and she was truly driving me insane.
Seemingly realizing that I was dwelling on the shittiness of our new "home," he said, "Calm down. It's really not that bad."
I sighed angrily, "Ugh, Will! Haven't you ever been told not to tell a girl to calm down? That just makes us freak out more!"
"Aww, come on. It's too early in the day to be mad at me." He said, rolling onto his side as he stared into my eyes. I pouted and huffed, still unhappy with our living arrangements.
He leaned in and kissed my cheek, I--rather unsuccessfully--pulled away saying, "No thank you."
"Fine." He said, seconds before rolling on top of me and attacking my face, neck and shoulders with a barrage of kisses. I feigned distaste with a slew of "No's" and "stop's" but we both new I enjoyed it. I have always loved his kisses and his playful nature. I just hated that he used both to make it impossible for me to stay mad at him.
After a few more minutes of resistance, I gave in and started kissing back. Suddenly sweet pecks turned into long, lingering kisses. Those long kisses, turned into light caresses across my thighs and underneath my shirt. And before I knew it we were undressed and he was slowly licking up my thigh. "Why was I mad again?" I said, as he looked up at me, grinning. I began to drift off as each lick, each kiss I slipped deeper and deeper into ecstasy.
Just as I fell into a completely relaxed, incredibly aroused state, there was a knock at the bedroom door.
The voice on the other side announced, "I'm going to the store, honey. Breakfast is on the table."
He slunk his shoulders and bellowed, "Thanks, Mom..."
I grabbed a pillow and screamed loudly into it, "You have go to be fucking kidding me." It's only been two weeks, but I don't know how much more of this I'll be able to take.
Type, " girl interrupted," if you read it.