Hope you all had a good holiday :)
I'm way behind... I know.
My next set of stories will include christmas shopping and a sexy and scandalous senior bash.
so stay tuned (;
please don't mind this set... no the greatest.
plus i stole it from my drafts, only replacing a few images here and there.
i don't have time to make a brand new set right now.
i woke up at 6:20 just so I can go help kids with artwork... fun, but i wish i didn't have to wake up this early :/
another set soon.
i'm hoping :)
ice those bruises from yesterday, maybe even actually attend a class at monroe?
I cringed as I settled a bag of frozen peas along my upper thigh.
Beneath the frozen package, was a bruise the size of a quarter.
A faded purple that looked so out of place on my usually flawless skin.
And that was just the beginning...
It looked as if someone had pelted me with coin after coin.
Isaac padded into the living room, a new pack of ice and a striped towel in hand.
We exchanged knowing grins, as he settled beside me on the couch.
His hands gently tugged my bare feet until they rested upon his legs. His fingers traced delicately along my pale skin, pale from being covered up so often because of the winter chill.
A chuckle escaped his lips, touching a developing bruise on the side of my calf.
"You sure hit that ice hard yesterday," said Isaac.
"What ever happened to 'I'll be there to catch you if you fall'?" I countered, sticking my tongue out tauntingly.
He smirked, glancing across the room so he wouldn't have to meet my gaze.
"It's kind of difficult to keep up with you when you're running off all the time."
"More like falling all over the place because my boyfriend has bad coordination... I thought you couldn't keep your hands off of me?"
Silence and then a laugh.
He laced his fingers through mine. The frozen peas falling from my grasp, the plastic packaging crinkling as it thawed.
It hit the carpet with a thud.
I giggled softly as he crawled on top of me, pulling my hips against his body.
His lips pressed against my firmly, hungrily.
My hands wrapped around his neck pulling him deeper into the kiss.
I was beginning to slip my legs around him too, but my muscles burned with all the aches and pains from yesterday.
I gasped slightly, turning away to catch my breath.
Isaac continued to kiss the line of my jaw, hardly noticing my hesitation.
"Isaac," I whispered softly, stroking his hair.
"Mmmm hmm," he muttered, nuzzling my neck.
"I think I took too much of a beating yesterday to do this right now," I moaned hesitantly, leaning away from his kiss.
He looked at me briefly, his expression blank.
But he nodded, picking himself up, so that he sat upright again.
I pouted slightly, seeing his dazed expression.
The silence was unbearable.
It took a lot of effort, but I pushed msyelf up, resting my elbow on Isaac's shoulder.
He looked a me with a weak grin.
I kissed him in reassurance, before picking up my packet of peas again.
A spark... suddenly absent since we returned from Vegas.
Just because we were forced to return to real life.
I chewed at my bottom lip thoughtfully.
"I think if I leave soon I can make it to school before third period," I wondered aloud, giving the clock a quick glance.
I made to get up and limp my way up the stairs to get ready, but Isaac's quick hands caught mine making me look back at him.
"I'll walk with you--"
"So now you are quick to catch me," I smirked.
He rolled his eyes, "I just didn't want you to think I was mad."
About saying no to him?
He opened his mouth to say something, but shook his head instead.
"Nevermind -- but really, let me walk you to Monroe."
"I'm not five years old, Isaac," I laughed nonchalantly.
Twirling out of the reach of his hand, I skipped up the steps to my bedroom.
I heard him sigh, but he followed me up to my room.
He crossed his arms, watching me as I slipped into my plaid skirt and blouse.
"You know," Isaac mused, "you make that uniform look amazing."
What a cliche.
"You're too sweet," my voice on the verge of sarcasm.
"I just want to be sure that you would be there for my big GQ shoot on Friday," he continued.
"Friday, hmmm?" I muttered curiously.
I knew that.
I wanted to be there.
And obviously he wanted me there, too.
I turned to face him.
"I'll be there," I nodded.
He broke out into a smile, moving across the room to kiss me without hesitation
I kissed him in return, going through all the motions... just not really feeling the passion.
Isaac's GQ shoot
I walked into the studio.
The photographer's assistants were scurrying about the set, setting up lights and fixing the back drop nonstop.
Everyone brushed past me. No surprise.
They didn't have time for a petty 'hello'.
I was just some girl... they didn't even bother to check if I was supposed to be there or not.
I knew this place, so I wouldn't have needed the help anyways.
... but a little recognition would have been nice.
Stop this, Charlotte.
I felt like such a prick, so uptight.
I shook my head, combing my fingers through my hair, a sigh escaping my lips.
"There you are."
Above everyone's head, Isaac called out to me.
I grinned sweetly, making my way towards him.
"Hey," he greeted me, pressing his lips to mine.
I stepped back, slipping my hands along the collar of his suit.
"My, you clean up good, Isaac," I laughed, looking at his hair slicked back so neatly.
He looked at his gleaming dress shows with a bashful smile.
"You look nice," I said, kissing his cheek. "You'll do great."
"Thanks," he laughed nervously. "I'm glad you came."
"I couldn't stay away," my voice so innocently sweet.
So fake. But it was the truth.
"Isaac," an assistant cut in suddenly. "They need you out on set."
He nodded, "Oh, alright, thanks."
I pecked my lips once more before making his way to set.
I grinned, watching him from the side lines as he got in front the camera.
He was flawless.
He looked amazing.
He was so hot.
And he was mine.
"They made a great choice in the model," a young woman commented from beside me.
Her lips were pursed tightly, her eyes watching Isaac intently.
She must be a representative from the magazine, I thought, noting the professional look she was sporting.
"They sure did," I nodded in agreement.
"Isaac... Brians..." she muttered to herself, tasting each word.
"His name is just as sexy as the way he looks..."
"Excuse me?" I stuttered in disbelief. "And you are?"
She looked at me, as if she just realized that I existed.
"Sorry, don't mind my rambling," she laughed, blushing in embarrassment.
"I'm Vanessa, from GQ magazine."
She stuck her hand out to me in offering.
"You know Isaac?"
"Charlotte Warner. I'm - we're - I'm a friend," I offered hesitantly, accepting the gesture.
"I came for mutual support."
She nodded, "How sweet..."
"Charlotte, would you happen to know if this gorgeous guy has a girlfriend."
I stared at her.
"Sorry," she said hurriedly, "Not to be obtrusive or anything."
I only shook my head.
Just shook my head.
"I don't know..."
She nodded, a small grin creeping upon her lips.
"Umm, tell Isaac that I had to leave," I said quickly, tucking a piece of loose hair behind my ear.
This was more than enough awkwardness than I could handle...
"Will do," Vanessa muttered, hardly paying attention... never taking her eyes off of Isaac.
[wow, sorry, lame ending.
i finished this story late last night before i went to sleep. i probably only caught half my errors, so let me know if i should reread through it again.
thank you everyone who voted for me in antm
-- i placed 2nd!!! all my hard work paid off :)
on another note, my big project is a new fashion blog dedicated to the wardrobe of the everyday girl.
haha, and i seem to be making a lot of collections lately, maybe you'll like a few (; http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/browse.collections?uid=1283683
sorry if im wh.oring for attention (wait, is whoring even a word? whore-ing... hmmm)
I'm done with everything i needed to say.