Grow up or Shut up.

I sigh,the figure was still on the porch.They wave.I smile,and give a wave back.I look around at the partially alluminated sky.I quietly stand and walk a few meters off the porch.I look at my dreadfully dirty car before,I look up.Another smile crosses my Face.It was a cloudy morning.I was hoping it would rain.The rain was so beautiful to me.The pitter patter and the smell,everything about it.I do a waltz in the driveway.About halfway through my count,I trip over one of my feet,and fall onto the concrete.I let a laugh escape my lips,as I try to stand.I look over to the nextdoor house,hoping my neighbor had gone inside.

I watch the girl dance in her driveway before falling and laughing. I chuckle.
"You okay?" I call, trying to conceal the laughter in my voice. I stand up and move to sit on the steps, closer to where she was. I wrap my blanket closer around me and wonder where Tyler was and if he was awake.

The smile stays sealed on my face.I hold up a thumb"I am très amusant (fine)"I say my thick French accent,becoming more apparent.I stand,as little droplets of water paint the white concrete.I smile,and hum a farmiliar song.I hop onto the good of my car,wich was on the edge of the driveway,bringing me into a talking distance of my neighbor.I smile as the droplets become larger.

Ooc-- Ikeep forgetting to say,all Parenthesis () are the translation,from french to English : P

“One second” I heard waiting while a little girl tugged on my shirt. He mother then yelled at her telling her something in another language. She ran away from me and headed into the one beside my brothers. Room 16. The door opened and I saw him.

It was definitely Blake, but with playboy magazines falling out of his hand. He was about to say something but paused. Three mouths and this is what I got. I guess it was fine because nether of us were expecting this. I could hear water coming from the shower. Was I already intruding him with someone? Maybe I should just walk away and act like it was a mistake. I thought about that I should do, say. But, the thing that came out was just a fucked move.

“Nice place” I said slowly. Even though I could only see the couch and the smell of weed was in the air. There was nothing nice about it. I could have asked to come in but, it was his house and I didn’t want to intrude.

I mean if I had a house…Never mind. I stood there thinking what a bad idea this was. I know. I’m just full of surprises.

I smile at her as she tells me, what i assume, is that she's okay. It starts to rain and I grin, sticking my feet out further to catch some drops. "I'm Braylie. And you are?" I say to her as I watch my feet get soaked.

My hair was now a gray color from the rain."I'm Faith"I say with a smile.I start to slowly slide off the hood of my corvette,wet cloth and paint...I sigh,and scoot further up."I'm new to the country"I say abit of shame poking it's way into my words .I didn't want to think about where I came from,and I surely wasn't proud of it.

"I heard." I say referring to her accent and smiling. I wondered what her story was but didn't ask. "Welcome to the neighborhood, Faith." I say genuinely. I think about calling Tyler but my phone was inside. I go into thought about the decision I made about him, semi forgetting someone else was here. I frown a little as that voice in my head tries to persuade me to ditch my plan.

I hold back a smile,as she referrs to my accent."Merci"I thank her as I am welcomed.The rain started to get a bit hard,I was hoping the rain would stay the way it had been.I look down at the black nail polish on my finger nails.I sigh,"Nouveau départ, nouveaux amis(New start,new friends)",I say quietly,"Avior la Foi (Have Faith)"I finish

I raised an eyebrow, my expression stony. The apartment behind me must've depicted just how stagnant my life was at this point. I finally remembered the playboy magazines. I looked down, then back up again at Tyler.

"Oh. I wasn - These are just -" I tried, tripping over my own words. I stopped myself mid sentence, and exhaled the breath I didn't realize I was holding. I closed my eyes, and stepped to the side, opening the door a fraction wider. Not exactly a warm greeting and a hug, but a vague invitation, and all that was to be expected, and maybe a smidge more of this visit.

I stood, out of the way of his path, should he decide to come in, stiffly, the ghost of the morning's headache threatening to return. Just as I have been for all my life. I thought angrily, biting my tongue. Out of the way. A bad influence. Nothing more than a distraction and an obstacle to overcome in order to raise their perfect son. Their two sons. Two living, breathing physical and mental juxtapositions. One of which eventually just faded into the background. The sudden, accidental slip of a master artist's careful hand, crudely blurred to fit the scenery.

Out of the way.

I snap back to reality as I hear her faintly speaking in french. I look up at her, unsure of what to say. I could hear my parents waking up and migrating down the stairs. They'd be looking for me no doubt. "I should probably get inside....You're welcome to come over any time" I smile and gather my blanket, moving to the door.

The foam of the conditioner rinses out of my hair, swirling down the drain. It was, oddly enough, my favorite part of showers. Watching everything go down the drain. It made me giddy, for some reason. A ghost of a smile loomed on my face, and I shook my head, putting my face into the cold water, scrubbing at the dirt. Using soap, I washed my body twice, still scrubbing at the caked in dirt on my legs and hips. Until I realized they were bruises, that is.

I shivered as I stepped out of the shower, feeling bare and vulnerable. A small tower lingered in the corner of the bathroom, and I sighed. This would cover up everything, at least. I furiously dried off my body and hair before wrapping it around my fragile body. The tangles in my hair were lessened, but some still there. No comb in sight, I would leave it for now.

I fiddle with the doorknob loudly until it opens loudly and unexpectedly, me stumbling out with it. I keep my hands on my towel, paranoid of it to fall off as I recover myself. I look up and see I wasn't alone. Blake was there, and some other boy. Obviously related, I thought to myself. They had the same cheekbones, and eye shape. Same basic face shape also. My face still reddened to the color of a tomato as I saw them. I stared awkwardly, not sure what to do.

OOC: Waiting for Tyler to reply. p.s. I'm facing Tyler, so I don't know that Spencer's back there.

He opened the door a little more. But instead of walking I decided to help. There were magazines all over the floor. The least I could do for now. I could still hear the shower running but decided it not to make a distraction for this bonding. Well was it really? I stood up walking into the apartment closing the door and leavening the single mother with her infants screaming. Silent. Except the water. I did not know where to put them. The Play-Boy stuff. Looking at the covers made me think of the imagination he had.

I put them on the coffee table. It was stained. And wasn't like the one at my house. Out house. That he left. Now he had this table. It was probably new at one point. Like Him. Once was new, bright young but throughout the years it changed. He changed. And the one next to it, the couch just stood there through its changes just stood there. Like I. Not moving. Not helping. Worthless in everyway.

I shake my head and look around again. I was right about what I said before not a nice sight. Not something I would want to live in. But, I guess it was just a visit. The sound of the shower couldn't get out of my head and since I couldn't help myself...

"Can I use the washroom" It was an excuse to just say, who is here. Not the words I said but, I meant them in that way. But before he could say anything I say a girl walkout in a towel. Urg. What was I getting myself into

ooc: OMFG I WAS LATE! LET ME CHANGE THAT A LITTLE.
I changed it no worries

I smile and shake my head,"Thank you"I call after her as the rain lightens up abit.I let out a grunt,"The electricity and water should be on by now."I mutter as I jump of my car.I quietly venture into my house and flip a switch,the light turned on.I smile and turn it off.I dash into the washroom,turning on the water,there was no water heater so,no hot water.I sigh as I grab the orange bodywash and cheap shampoo.I smile,slowly and quietly,I take a shower.

OOC: I'm going to write a shorter one 'cause these long ones are taking forever. xD

BIC: "Yeah, sure." I replied, distant, absentmindedly. Just then, I realized that the water was running anymore. I turned around, and lo behold, Spencer stood before the two of us. I wrung my hands awkwardly, and stuffed the playboy magazines in my hand into a vase, walking towards the couch. I grabbed one of the two changes of clothes I brought with me upon leaving the house, a plain, black hoodie and jeans, and tossed it to her.

"Tyler, this is, ah, Spencer right? Yeah. Spencer. Spencer, this is my..." I trailed off, the words hanging in the air. "Tyler. This is Tyler."

I quietly walk outside again.To my suprise it was still raining.I was wearing the same outfit from the day before,"I really need to buy more clothes"I mutter my accent very thick.I sigh and sit on the swing on the porch.Was this happy?

I head inside and explain to my parents that I was meeting the neighbor. I sit and eat with them before seeing them off to work. I sigh and walk up the stairs. I take a long shower, letting the warm water erase my thoughts. I step out and lay on my bed in the towel, not wanting to get dressed yet. Where was Tyler? He usually called by now or at least txted. I lay on the bed, debating calling him. I have my finger on the send button as I look to see the necklace he gave me on my bedside table.

He gave it to me last year for my birthday. It was a small golden heart with a purple crystal hanging in the middle. I loved that necklace. I decided I needed to call him, see him. I hit send and listen to the ringing as I put the necklace around my neck. I wait for an answer.

I blush wider and open my mouth to say something, but instead, I run back into the bathroom with the clothes, slamming the door shut behind me. I drop the towel and quickly put the clothes on. I feel silly as the jeans slip off my hips, exposing my hello kitty underwear. Real cute, Spence.

Hesitantly, holding my jeans up, I go to the door, and place my ear to it. I know, this is bad, but I was too... uncomfortable to go back out there. Out there, where a guy I hardly know and his Tyler are awkwardly mumbling.

Too late to join?

nah join Nikki

OOC: Noooot at all, Nikki

He did even know her name and he was sleeping with her. Wait. Maybe he wasn't. Who was I kidding? Why else would a girl be in his house. I mean since when did he have any real friends besides me. He throws her some of his clothing to her. I was laughing out loud. In my head that is. Bad idea it was to come here. I mean a girl. Ok get over it Tyler. Pfft and then he calls me TYLER. Ya that was my name but I mean come on.

"Nice to meet you Spencer" I said nicely. She looked rather week. I wonder where he picked her up from. Club, Streets maybe one of his ways to get money. Who knows. But befor she could say anything back she ran back into the washroom.

ooc: anyone can join xD

Character Name(s): Broken Entity or Nikki
Gender: Female
Age: 17-20
Skin color: White
Build/Body type: Curvy/Pear shaped
Hair Color: Red with black streaks
Hairstyle: Shoulder length, natural wave
Eye Color: Hazel
Height: 5'6 or 167cm

Jacket/Coat: Army cameo style grey/blue with fur on the hood rim
Shirt: Band tees or things with silly comments
Pants: Jeans
Shoes: Pink and Black skater shoes or white and black ballerina
Swimming Suit: Pink and black bikini
Formal: Something like this but in black and silver:
http://thumbs2.modthesims2.com/img/3/1/ ... tGown1.jpg
Pajamas: My Disney Eeyore t-shirt and striped bottoms all in pink
Jewelry: Real gold bracelet, real gold ring with amethyst crystal on left ring finger, and a rose quartz crystal stone on a chain as my necklace.
Tattoos: Paw prints on wrist, pentagram on ankle
http://www.freecrosses.com/celtic_cross_tattoos.jpg - upper back
http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2272/210 ... 43f8f6.jpg - lower leg and flower only
Piercings: 4 in left ear 6 in right and nose on left side

Sexuality: Straight
Relationship Status: Taken (RT) but happy to play single and looking
Personality: Shy at first, bubbly, funny, flirty, loyal, down to earth
Hobbies: Horse riding, swimming, listening to music, drawing (badly)

Anyrole.. just join me in somewhere

ooc: I don't have my phone with me in the roleplay Bray oh no Dx