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[veronicatxylor-blog]

It wasn’t every day that Veronica was counting down the minutes until closing, but then again, it wasn’t every day that she had a date lined up once the store was closed. The whirlwind romance was new, and fun, and exciting, something that Ronnie had lacked in her life previously. For so long she had been focused on her business, a small bakery in the middle of town, that everything else had slid by the wayside. Her life had been a constant cycle of wake up, go to work before heading back home to sleep and repeat. Then one night, after meeting one boy, everything seemed to flip on its side. No longer was she thinking of the amount of paperwork she would have to fill out, or if she had enough ingredients to survive the day with orders coming in left, right and center. No, suddenly her thoughts were filled with the brown eyed boy who made her feel more spontaneous than she had in a long time.

So having text Nate earlier in the day, asking to meet at the bakery just after closing, Veronica began wiping down counters as the clock struck down to six. She had the date all planned out already. The place to themselves, coffee hot in the pot and a freshly bake cake to catch up on everything they had missed about each other. They had only been seeing each other for a few weeks, but their time together was something special  — and the sex wasn’t half bad either. 

When the bell at the door announced a customer, Ronnie placed a smile on her face, even as her eyes glanced over at the clock that showed 17:55. It wasn’t an ideal time for someone to come in, especially when Ronnie was hoping on closing up shop to prepare for her date, but she placed a smile on her face anyway  — partly for good service and partly because the woman who had walked in was stunning. “Hi, is there anything I can help you with? We’re closing in five minutes, so there’s not too many options left but I can give you a discount on anything you do want.” She said, bright and cheerful. What was the harm in a few pennies being knocked off here and there? They would have only ended up in the bin, or worse, her home ready for her to gorge on.

[remyymoore]

Remy hadn’t expected his life to turn out like this. Never in a million years did he imagine that one day he’d be forced to turn away from life and live a new one; one where he wasn’t even himself. At first, it had seemed like the right thing to do. Of course he would testify about of murder; of course he would place the killer at the scene of the crime; of course he would help put a murderer behind bars. He hadn’t even thought about not going to the police. Going forward was the right thing to do, but Remy didn’t realise how complication the whole situation was - or would become. The killer wasn’t just any killer, hell bent on revenge. No, the killer was the son of a local mafia kingpin; a man with a million connections and a taste of blood of those who had wronged him or his family. Suddenly, doing the right thing spiraled into something unimaginable, and that’s how Remy found himself in the back of an FBI car, being transported to his new life.

As if being uprooted from his life - his family - wasn’t bad enough, Remy was also forced to spent the rest of his days with the one and only Stephanie Parks. If it wasn’t for her, he wouldn’t have been in the mess he now found himself in. He wouldn’t have been at the cafe; he wouldn’t have suffered through the worst date he’d ever had, he wouldn’t have witnessed the murder. The date had seen like a good idea at the time. Even now, Remy could admit that Stephanie was beautiful. She had everything he would ever look for in a woman, but the two were from completely different worlds. That much was obvious not five minutes into their date, yet they had still tried to salvage it. They’d tried to find common ground and were interrupted by gunshots. Since, the two had been in multiple shared rooms, locked in to protect them from the outside world and Remy wasn’t sure he could survive it much longer. 

Soon, the car pulled up in a driveway of a painfully suburban house and the pair were ushered inside. There was no time to look around, not just yet. The FBI had other plans for the two and sat them at the kitchen table instead, ready to go through the rest of their lives with them. They weren’t in the house two minutes before the case files were brought out, the FBI agent who had been overseeing their protection ready to inform the pair of their new identities. Of the people they would be until they were finally safe from harm - if that ever happened. As the agent spoke, she handed both Remy and Stephanie a book pack on their new identities, before dropping the biggest bomb on them yet. “Wait, hang on a minute... Did you just say married?”

[chuckxmartin-blog]

BIRTHDAY BASH | CHUCK & BRYNN @brynndaniels

The day had centered around him —  though that was the norm for him. It was his day, his birthday, and Chuck was happy for all the attention to be focused on him. He had grown used to that in his twenty-four - now twenty-five - years of life. The fans screamed his name; directors and producers were looking for a piece of him; the magazines kept his name in the headlines. But if he was honest, he could do without the latter. His life was a complicated mess without his stories in the press, or what they thought to be his stories. For the most part he didn’t pay attention to the headlines, the vicious gossip they spread, because for the most part, they weren’t true. They didn’t know him, they just knew his persona. They knew ‘Chuck Martin’, bad boy of Hollywood and star of one of the biggest movie franchises Hollywood had the pleasure of creating. What they didn’t know however, were the secrets he held close to him. The ones he trusted to a select few friends who had been with him through thick and thin. Those were the people he was spending his night with. Well, those and perhaps a hundred or so acquaintances who had managed to snag an invitation from his PR team to the young actors home.

He’d been moving from guest to guest, thanking them for the gifts they brought even though he’d probably never look at them, for hours. His manager had been one step behind him, feeding the names and presents in his ear. A couple of rounds and a few stops on the dance floor, he had finally found his way to the bar. Even though the party had been going for hours, in Chuck’s mind the long night was just getting started —  and it wouldn’t be a real celebration if Chuck could remember all of the details in the morning. A whiskey on the rocks placed in front of him, Chuck downed the contents of the glass before making his way to the balcony that overlooked his garden where the main festivities were taking place. He had finished his host duties for the night and now he was ready to would join the party, to blow off steam in the only way he knew how. For the time being however, he was content to stand above the rest and watch. It made him feel like a God amongst men. Like nothing could touch him on his pedestal. He was a man with the world at his feet and a bright future ahead of him. He felt like right here, in that moment, nothing could touch him, and so the celebrations began.

[oliviaxdiaz-blog]

Olivia never felt more alive than when she was on stage, microphone in hand, staring at the crowd that moved to their music. It was like an out of body experience, or what she imagined one to be like. There was something just so thrilling at hearing her words sang back at her, and she couldn’t blame the adrenaline that pumped through her body for the rush. It was the fact that the crowd were finally there to see them; it was the fact that she had the world at her feet; it was the fact that she was sharing the moment with the people she loved most; all of it rolled together was why she could never leave the stage and was always waiting for the next time they would be on. Her life was like a roller coaster and things were only going one way for Colour of Rumour, and that direction was up. Their album was flying off the shelves, their tours were beginning to sell out and the band members had never been closer. Wren and Olivia had never been closer - physically, at least - though that was a topic Liv often liked the bury her head in the sand about.

So far they were so good. They’d managed to draw a line into the sand about what they got up to when under the influence. Or at least it had started out that way. Then their antics had crossed over to whilst they were sober, but there wasn’t anything special about what was going on. They were in a band, stuck on a tour bus with itches that needed scratching. Instead of turning towards groupies, they turned towards each other, which made their publicist’s life a whole lot easier. The only thing difficult about their arrangement was keeping the whole things under wraps. It was something to keep from their fellow band mates, their manager and the entire world. That, of course, was easier said than done when the band was out celebrating their latest successful gig, downing shots at the bar to catch up with the other patrons of the club. It was times like this when Olivia wanted to gravitate towards Wren, but whilst her head was still clear, she’d let the girls fawn over him. Perhaps even try to set him up with one as she ignored the green eyed monster that fought to take control. They were just having fun, and were friends before anything else. No commitment was something Liv excelled at. “You look like you could use another drink.” She commented, leaning over a particularly boring look brunette to catch Wren’s attention. So perhaps her head wasn’t as clear as she’d like, but she still thought of herself as doing him a favour. There were far prettier girls in the club to hold his attention for the rest of the night and she was happy to see off the ones that didn’t meet expectations.

[youspokeoffreedom-blog]

Wind Down

@mrunitedstates

    THE UPHEAVAL that washed over America in the last two years had a way of sparking a powerful flame of energy in her some days and extinguishing it on others. There was so much work to be done in her country--so much she wanted to fix--but her voice rarely mattered in their political meetings. The ones she wasn’t gated from she would indignantly add. 

     A mixture of VEXATION and fatigue pushed her to grab her keys and drive down to her counterpart’s home. If there was one person who could ease those negative feelings, it was that contagiously blithe American. In a not so polite and far too familiar manner, she had made her way into his home by practicing her lock picking skills and entering in. The many times she’s chose to do this instead of knocking could have her thrown in jail for twenty years. 

     “ALFRED, I’m coming in.” Or rather, she’s already in. There was no explanation for her presence. Nothing but a text of warning that she was heading over before she took the drive to make sure he was home. Could anyone possibly get used to her impulsive behavior by now?

     “I’m STARVING. Mind if I order Dominoes?”

[scarlxttgreen]

WAKING UP IN VEGAS | SCARLETT & DAISY @daisyxcooper

Though she was awake, opening her eyes was the last thing Scarlett wanted to do. If she opened her eyes, she knew the bright lights would set off her hangover like no other. She wasn’t quite sure what had happened the night before, nor was she aware of what time she had finally stumbled into her hotel room (or so she assumed it was her hotel room). All she knew was that she had drunk way too much, and her drunken self hadn’t bothered to close the curtains in anticipation of the rude wake up call from the sun. Now she had two choices; she could either try to ignore the rays causing her to see red and fall back asleep, or she could grab a glass of water, perhaps some painkillers for her oncoming headache, close the curtains and head back to bed. Scar had already decided against the third option of getting up and starting her day; she was in no fit state for that.

Finally opening her eyes, blinking multiple times to allow her eyes to adjust to the brightness, Scar was hit with confusion as soon as she focused on her immediate surroundings. This was definitely not her hotel room. Hers was more trashy, poorly decorated, and definitely didn’t seem as large as the one she was currently in. What the hell happened last night? She asked her, praying to anyone who would listen that she hadn’t maxed out her credit card on switching rooms in the middle of the night. Honestly, she’d much prefer to wake up next to someone else than the room be paid for with her non-existent cash. Though, that line of thinking caused her heart rate to increase. It wasn’t like she hadn’t had one night stands before, but she was praying she had used some form of protection... and that he or she weren’t bad on the eyes either. 

Not quite ready to find out the truth yet, knowing she would need to be more awake and in a little less pain to take it in, she silently crawled out of bed and found her way over to the bathroom, ignoring the clothes that littered the floor. Having no trouble making herself at home, Scar ran the cold water tap, filling one of the glasses on the side with the liquid and breaking open the packet of headache tablets which were on the counter, washing them down with the contents of the glass before she filled it back up again for the stranger. After changing into one of the bathrobes that the room supplied, Scar padded back into the bedroom, a half smile crossing her face at the woman who still looked fast asleep. “You might need these, when you’re ready to face the world.” She said, placing the items on the bedside table before she climbed over the other woman and onto her side of the bed. There was no way she wanted to face the fallout hovering over the woman whose name she was sure would make an appearance in her memory anytime now.