` don't waste your time

[zippy]

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I'VE SEEN ENOUGH NOW
TO KNOW THAT BEAUTIFUL THINGS
DON'T ALWAYS STAY THAT WAY
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She was falling. They were all standing there, just watching her fall. "Do something!" she wanted to scream at them, but her mouth wouldn't open, her voice wouldn't start the words. Her best bet was to reach out, so she quickly threw up an arm. But no one took it, and she continued to fall. Mom, dad, Charlotte. Everyone just sat back and stared. Their expression blank, like they weren't even there. Rachael's eyes turned away from the empty eyes that were her family and looked down. Down into the nothing that waited for her below. Down, down and down, because there was nothing there. Nothing for as long or far as she could see. Until the blackness surrounded her, swallowing her, consuming her....

Rachael bolted up in her bed, kicking off the covers in a cold sweat. Breaths had shortened to pants, lungs filling and emptying faster then she could process. The poor girl practically choked on her own air. Slowly, the heart rate started to come back down and the breathing became more regular. Pulling off the remaining covers, she swung her feet around to hit the floor. That had been some crazy nightmare. Shaking out her dark tresses, her barefeet led her out of the main hotel room area into the lavish bathroom that attached. The hot water and steam would keep her mind off it. With that, she quickly jumped into the shower and spent the next half hour just using up all the hot water. When it started to turn cold on her smooth skin, she turned the tap off and grabbed a towel from the counte, mind completely elsewhere and not on the dream.

Though it didn't stay that way for long. As she opened the closet doors, looking for something to wear, a small part of her mind went back to the dream. Why was it so familiar? Then it hit her. That dream was the same as the one she first had when she left New York to come here and find Charlotte. Then look what happened after that. Ray didn't believe in all that supernatural junk, though she did find this weird. Was something similar going to happen? Groaning, she tried again to push that from her mind and she pulled clothes to wear from the hangers and strung them across the bed. The towel dropped as she pulled the usual undergarments on, having grabbed them from the dresser. Once, when she was in high school, a guy from the football team had told her she had nothing on her sister. Charlotte could have been a lingere model he told her, but she would never pass for one. Looking at herself in the mirror, Ray shrugged. What did that kid know? Plently of guys liked Rachael too... Before they met Charlotte. Whatever, at least she liked herself, right?

Once dressed, she fixed up her hair and makeup, grabbed a bag and some shoes and quickly made her way out of the damn hotel room. It was dull, being couped up in there all the time. It was already past noon, so she was headed to the mall to make herself feel better with some well deserved shopping and a bite to eat. Her car pulled up in the parking lot quite quickly, as Rachael rarely felt the need to drive within a safe speed limit. The shiny car swirved into a parking space near the front doors of the mall, not far from the front of the lot. Exiting the vechile, she made her way to the doors while tucking her straight brown hair behind her ears. It was sunny out, but quite crisp and cool. Suddenly bringing a jacket seemed like a smart idea, but it was too late for that now. Popping of her heels could be heard as she approached and swung the first set of doors open. Then came the second. Finally, she was in the mall. The first place she headed was Booster Juice, where she ordered herself a strawberry sunshine. Once the drink was in hand, Rach started making her way to the food court to look for something to munch on.

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STATUS. INCOMPLETE.
TAG. STELLA MACDONALD.
WORDS. 698.
MUSE. LOW, I'M SO TIRED.
OUTFIT. CLICK!
NOTES. LAME ENDING, BAH.
CREDITS. TEMPLATE MADE BY jurate OF CAUTION 2.0.

[hannah1]

a dream is a wish your

heart makes when you're fast asleep

Stella was not a morning person - she could be bright and sunny and sweet - as long as it was after twelve, and she had a cup of coffee in her hand, and the newspaper in the other. But today, of all days, her coffee machine decided it wanted to quit. So Stella, totally coffee deprived sat there on the couch for a few minutes, pondering what to do. She didn't make split decisions in the morning, so it took her a few minutes of deliberating to know she wanted to go to the mall. She deserved to have a reward anyway - she had managed to impress some label company, and had payed her two write a song for them. She had gotten alot of money for one song, but she wanted to spend it on something that wasn't serious like a water bill or whatever. She needed some quality girl time anyway - she had been hanging out with jason and chris too much for her own good.

Sighing, Stella got up and headed off to her small closet, slipping on a pair of jeans and a flattering shirt. Brushing her teeth, then doing her hair - she straightened it today - she grabbed her converse, put them on, grabbed her wallet, bag and keys, flipped the lights off and left. She lived about twenty minutes away from the mall, and Stella like to stay strictly within the limit - she always liked the chance to see tomorrow, and not see the middle finger being flashed through every windshield - so it took her about ten minutes to get there. It wasn't as busy as it usually was, so she managed to get a park right by the main entrance. Her large diesel truck rumbled into a parking spot beside a normal sized car, that she thought was vaguely familiar. But Milwaukee was a big city - lots of people had the same car. Climbing down from the truck, Stella slung her bag over her shoulder, entering the mall quickly, the cold getting through her clothes and biting into her skin quickly.

First, she decided, coffee was the most important. She managed to find a starbucks, and order herself a caramel machiatto extraextraextraextra caramel. She smiled at the clerk, grabbed her drink, and just as she was leaving her phone rang. She picked it up - she didn't know the number, but answered it anyway, " Hello? " Yeah, is this Stella Macdonald? " Yes, who is this?" This is jim down at Rioteer Records - the band loved the song, and they're wanting to meet you on saturday. Stella's face lit up, " Oh my God, thank you soo--" Just as she was turning, she bumped into somebody, and suddenly the whole front of her was covered in strawberry smoothie. She yelped, the cold seeping through her clothes. " Watch it! " She snapped, unusually rude as she realized she'd been unfortunate enough to wear her fancy hundred dollar jeans today. So much for looking nice! but just as she had bumped into the girl and gotten sopping wet, her coffee had dumped on the other person, so it wasn't completely guilt free on Stella's side, because now they were both sopping wet.

Muttering a goodbye, she snapped her phone shut angrily. Stella looked up to see who the culprit was, and, of course, it just had to be Rachael. Her glare darkened, and her voice became laced with venom. " What the hell are you doing here? " It was a stupid question - pretty much everybody came to the mall, but she still hated rachael, and she hated the rachael was here, and she hated rachael for ruining her fancy jeans and her good news. she just pretty much hated rachael. Pushing her hair out of her eyes, she snatched some napkins from a table and tried to sop of the huge mess on the front of her shirt and jeans - a few people offered her more, but she ignored them, furious with rachael. After a moment or two, she gave up on cleaning the mess, and straightened, looking like a very small pretty damn pissed off french girl who had bathed in Strawberry smoothie. she crossed her arms angrily, and stared at rachael. " How the fuck am i supposed to get this stupid drink out of these pants?! "

TAG !? you know who you are xD
WORD COUNT !? 735 ?!
GRAPHICS !? me <3
LOCATION !? THE MALL of course
WEARING !? THIS
LYRICS !? something by ms. tisdale
CREDITS !? <33 @ CAUTION 2.0
NOTES !? BLARG. Sorry it took me so long to post D:

[zippy]

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I'VE SEEN ENOUGH NOW
TO KNOW THAT BEAUTIFUL THINGS
DON'T ALWAYS STAY THAT WAY
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Booster Juice had been a favourite of the youngest Livingston since she had first tried it back home in New York. Ever since she made it a routine to have one, since they were so good for you. She really cared about taking care of herself, despite her drinking and wild ways. Apart from that, Rachael took quite good care of herself. Eating right, exercising to take care of her body. All that good stuff. Some found that weird, but it was normal for Rachael. She had to make sure she looked good and balanced out all that drinking, if it really did work, she would be fine. So in her Strawberry Sunshine she had gotten a boost of protein as well.

As she started towards the food court to look for something healthy enough to snack on, she got distracted as her phone rang from inside her bag. Frowning, she switched the beverage into the other hand and began looking through her purse. She found it just as it finished ringing, and mentally Rach cursed herself. It had been Ryan, so it wasn't a big deal. Flipping her phone back in her bag, she looked up just in time to see herself collide with the girl who had been walking towards her. The drink in each other their hands was exchanged, only onto each other's chest, spilling downward. "Fuck!" was the first word out of Rachael's mouth as hot coffee spilt down the front of her top and down to her skirt. Snapping her head up, she spotted a familiar face.

"What the hell are you doing here?" Rachael angrilied rolled her eyes as she grabbed for napkin from a table as well, trying to slop up the wet mess down the front of her outfit. "What the hell do you think I'm doing here?" she retorted sourly, throwing the napkins on to the table once they had done the best of job they could. She glanced down at her outfit, stained with coffee and foam. "How the fuck am i supposed to get this stupid drink out of these pants?!" Scoffing, Rachael eyed her outfit. "Look at it this way, it's practically an improvement to your outfit," she spat at the girl in front of her. Though Ray was prettied pissed off about her outfit herself, she could simply go buy another one with her parents money.

The drink had been completely knocked from her hand, so she kicked the cup away from herself, more towards Stella, with the toe of her shoe. "You're just always fucking things up, huh Stella?" she snapped, avoiding the mess on the ground of smoothie and coffee swirled together. What were the odds that Stella, the person she hated, probably most of all, showed up at the mall and spilt shit all over her?

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STATUS. COMPLETE.
TAG. STELLA MACDONALD.
WORDS. 470.
MUSE. SORRY, GOTTA GO, SHORT!
OUTFIT. CLICK!
NOTES. LAME ENDING, BAH.
CREDITS. TEMPLATE MADE BY jurate OF CAUTION 2.0.