Post by madie on Aug 26, 2009 15:54:37 GMT -5
emmaline daisy carrington.
n i n e t e e n. f e m a l e. w i l d. u p p e r c l a s s.
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TELL US ALL ABOUT YOU!L I K E S !
- parties, cigarettes, drinking, music, singing, the beach, new places, being with friends, caffeine, lattes, halloween, formal parties, dressing up, running, swimming, intellectual people, amusement parks, starbucks, shopping, dancing, volleyball, football, accents, scary movies, old cheesy horror films, boys, oversized sunglasses, watching jerry springer, being sang to, tanning, laughing, leggings, the city, vintage, drama, cosmetology, sex.
D I S L I K E S !
- hangovers, overly prude people, silence, being alone, fighting, her father, rejection, cancelled plans, stupidity, rural areas, people who are too serious, hypocrites, liars, being backstabbed, people who think they're better than her, rap music, being sick, staying inside for too long, losing people close to her, death, violence, immaturity.
T U R N O N S !
- chivalry, being treated like a princess, dominance, accents, "bad boys", honesty, confidence, originality, intellectuality, good sense of fashion, musicians.
T U R N O F F S !
boys who are too aggressive, clumsiness, arrogant assholes, boys who are too shy, boys who think they are above her.
P E R S O N A L I T Y !
H I S T O R Y !wow, i'm glad to be joining UNTOUCHED. my name just so happens to be madie, and the celebrity who i am using just so happens to be leighton meester. i've been doing this for about four years, so i pretty much know how this all works.
-- "That was a joke, right?" Skylar practically gasped, mouth gaping slightly as he stared at her from across the table. "It had to have been. Because it seriously turns me on a little when I see you do that." He laughed gently after he spoke, though his tone was pretty serious, because he really did mean what he had said. There were many things Skylar loved about Norah, but whenever she bit her lip like that, oh, there was something about it that drove his hormones wild. He was odd in the sense of things like that. The littlest actions could really set him off. As much as he'd love to act on his feelings - and as much as his body would love it - he was becoming pretty good at restraining himself. He had, after all, been working on this throughout the whole time frame of their friendship.
Hearing her comment about the mirror, he laughed rather loudly. "For some reason I could picture that," He told her, a genuine, toothy grin crawling across his lips as he spoke. "And you know what? It still has the same effect on me. Quite the opposite of silly."
Skylar could think up a million adjectives to describe that girl, but silly (in a ridiculous way, that is) wasn't one of them. And, for some reason, he felt almost proud of himself for seeing something in her that she didn't see in herself, even if it was only something as little as viewing the way she bit her lip as sexy over silly. It made him feel as if said action was performed just for him, so he alone could admire all the beauty in something so simple. Something, although simple, he just couldn't get enough of.
"Traumatized?" Skylar asked in horror. He shook his head left and right vigorously. "What's the fun in being traumatized? Besides being traumatized with you, of course. But I think we'd both be a lot better off if you weren't in a hospital bed, and I wouldn't have to see you in a hospital bed. So, for the sake of both us, I'll really work on not giving you any ulcers or heart palpitations. My own little heart wouldn't be able to bear it." He smiled faintly as he spoke the last sentence, his eyes trying to connect their gazes once more.
As he told her his story of his "tortured" childhood, her facial expressions didn't cease to amuse him. He waved his hand again as if he were swatting away some pesty gnat. "Please, dear, don't look so horrified," He laughed quietly. "No long term damage at all. I'd say I'm pretty normal. As normal as normal gets. Besides the fact that the sight of a Barbie makes me feel a tad queasy." His tone was very playful towards the end, but, as ridiculous as it sounded, he was hardly joking. He wasn't messed up, so to speak, and he was no longer afraid of his head popping off at any given moment. But just seeing the damned plastic doll brought back terrible memories of him regurgitating his insides on a daily basis.
"No, never told a single soul, besides you now. It's kind of embarrassing, don't you think?" He sighed rather loudly, closing his eyes for a moment. "Luckily, I'm not scared of anything anymore," He chuckled, looking rather proud of himself. "But of course, being the manly man that I am, what else could you expect?" The sarcasm dripping in his voice was very obvious now, despite the pride still glistening in his eyes. After listening to her proposition, his head bounced up and down and his face fell very serious. "Definitely. Top secret, between me and you only. That means you can't tell anyone either." He extended his hand across the table in order for to shake hers, as if that would make their deal official.
Skylar couldn't help the huge smirk that crossed his face as she performed her imitation of arrogance. "You're right," He said slowly, as if it was a realization he was just now making. "I will absolutely care. And I will absolutely fall into a raging fit of turmoil. And you don't want to see that - trust me - so I highly suggest you never, ever deprive me of anything that beautiful ever again, do you understand?" His tone was strict like a parent scolding a child, but the amused smirk never once left his face the whole time he spoke. He laughed once more as he watched her blink more times than necessary, obviously indicating that she wasn't too big on rolling her eyes. Skylar adored how, every time he saw her, Norah seemed so down to earth. Within the year that he had been living in New York, he found out that this wasn't too common of a trait in many girls around the area. He held himself as rather lucky to have been sitting across from one of the most chill and genuine girls he'd ever come across in his life.
"See, that's pretty funny," He began talking again, this time, however, in a much softer voice, as if he were telling her something he wanted her alone to hear. That wasn't the case, though, because what he was about to say was something the boy wouldn't mind shouting off rooftop to rooftop. Prolonging the silence between them, as if to build up the suspense, he grinned widely at her, folding his hands on the top of the marble table. "Because you bring out the best in me."
Never had a more honest statement found its way past his lips. Whenever Skylar was around Norah, he was a completely new person. He listened to what she had to say and he enjoyed it. He walked and talked more slowly, just as an attempt to elongate the time he spent with her. When he spoke sweetly to her, it wasn't all part of a plan to get into her pants. It was to see her smile, a smile that blew him away every time. When Skylar had said he wasn't afraid of anything anymore, he had obviously left out the way Norah made him feel. Yes, it scared him, to a pretty large degree. He had never felt the need to be so close to someone - physically and emotionally - in his entire life. How could anyone not be frightened by such a new and intense emotion? It was one huge whirlwind of fear, happiness, nervousness, and excitement. When people described relationships as a rollercoaster, well damn, they weren't joking.
Sky's eyes dropped to the tongue now sticking directly out of Norah's mouth. He furrowed his brows and smiled at the same time, looking back up to her eyes. "Now, was that necessary?" He laughed gently, shaking his head. "It's new to me, mind you. If I knew it had such an effect on you, trust me, I would have been using it a while ago." This time, he stuck his tongue out at her, in a teasing, mimicking kind of way.
"Oh, do I?" His tone sounded dangerous, as if he were some sort of "bad boy". Which, by the standards of some, he just might have been. But honestly, Skylar loved to feed her ego, as she had put it. It gave him a sense of accomplishment. If she was feeling good about herself all thanks to him, how was he not supposed to feel good, as well? It was like a chain reaction, one that Skylar didn't plan to put to an end any time soon.
did i mention this application template was created by JESSICA. She was bored, and felt inspired. So yeah, credit is due where it is due. She goes by GAGA @ CAUTION. Not that it matters since she rarely posts anything there.