I want to know if love is wild. I want to know if love is real.

-party at a rich dude’s house-
 
I skip down the stairs, my dress barely skimming my thighs. I had decided to fully embrace my own style, but that didn’t mean I could look hotter than all the plastic clones.
 
“WOOOOO. Our daughter is a hottie.” My mother cheered from the couch as I passed through the foyer. My father just lay there, his eyes glazed with a look of permanent contentment on his face. They were definitely stoned.
 
“We made you some for the road,” my mother continued, holding out a cigarette case containing 4 neatly cut joints, because we were far too classy to store our weed in plastic bags. I laughed. Pretty sure I’m the only person whose parents even tolerated their habit, let alone encourage it.
 
The truth was, it never really affected me. Not in the same way it used to. But it was a party, and I could always just sell them on for a profit and buy some shoes or something with it, so I take them, and kiss them both goodnight.
 
On the way out the door I stop by the kitchen. We have two fridges in our house. One filled with leftover takeaway food, because mother never cooks, and one for alcohol. I grab a slice of cold pizza and stuff a bottle of champagne in my bag. There will be plenty of spirits going round. Besides, I like the bubbles.
 

 
By the time I arrive at the party most girls are already drunk enough to have become prey to some one-track minded, sex driven boy. It wasn’t even 11pm yet. And people thought I was easy… At least you had to stay out late to stand a chance with me.
 
“Yo, Swan!” Shane called out to me.
 
Um, seriously? Who said yo anymore? No wonder Rose couldn’t stand the guy.
 
“What’s up Breighton?” I ask. Shane and I aren’t friends, he wouldn’t be greeting me so warmly if he didn’t have an agenda.
 
“Well, my usual guy fell through. You normally have extra right?” he asks, keeping his voice slightly hushed.
 
I smirked. I could make this difficult for him but I felt like being generous. I pull my stash out and slip him a joint. He takes one end but I hold onto the other.
 
“It’ll cost you.” I said.
 
“How much?” he asks.
 
A smile falls over my face as Brooke enters. I have a better idea.
 
“Never mind.” I tell him. “Just having Brooke see you and me talking is all the reward I need.”
 
“And why is that?” he asks.
 
“I think you know.” I tell him.
 
“Hi, hi.” She says, walking straight past me and smiling sweetly at Shane. Hadn’t she wandered in on Dalton’s arm only a few moments ago.
 
I resist the urge to throw up.
 
"Don't you look like a skank?" I mutter under my breath.
 
"Please Lilah. You are and always have been Westlake's resident slu.t. So please take your trashy conversation elsewhere." She sneered.
 
Oh wow. That was rich. I can’t be bothered making a scene so I decide to head off in search of some more fun. I knew Carmen would be a likely source of it. I politely say goodbye to Shane then head off.
 
Everyone knew about the longstanding grudge between ‘us’ and ‘them.’ ‘Us’ being the Misfits. Not in the tragically uncool sense. In fact we were disturbingly cool. Effortlessly so. That’s why they hated us. Sima, Brooke, Vi, Tiff, Alex. All of them. They were all about conformity. We were all about sticking a middle finger up to it, burning it and smoking it. We didn’t have a rule book. We were a danger to them, and everything they stood for.
 
I was too wrapped up in my thinking that I didn’t even notice Carmen heading towards me, little Niko in tow.
 
“Mr Vanderbilt here wants a buzz.” She stated, thrusting him in my direction.
 
I sighed and rolled my eyes. What did I suddenly have the words drug dealer tattooed against my forehead?
 
Then I remember. Niko used to be Vi’s little plaything. No wonder he could use some loosening up.
 
“I think that can be arranged,” I smirk, gesturing for him to follow me outside.
 
Niko took a cigarette first, to calm his nerves. Carmen and I went straight to the main event. So there we were, the three of us sitting, just lighting up, when all hell breaks loose.
 
Vi is making our way towards us, stumbling like a drunken idiot, with Clay in tow trying to keep her upright. I let my mind imagine how brilliant it would be if she fell over at that moment. Sadly she stays upright and makes it over to where we are standing.
 
"Oh no, here comes the buzzkill." Carmen muttered.

"And she's drunk." I say, eyeing up her dishevelled appearance.

"You don't talk!" She snaps, waving her finger in the air towards Niko’s general direction. "You two /reek/ of weed." She said, dramatically flaring her hands in the air.

"And you stink of alcohol." Carmen responded.

"At least people know I smell this way because I'm under the influence and won't have doubts that I might have been doing the deed with a skunk. And /that/ was your cue to get the f-ck away. I don't even know why you thought it was okay to show up." She spat, not out of anger, no literally bits of saliva came flying out of her mouth. Attractive.
 
Carmen and I took that as our cue to leave. I mean, we can think of far better ways to get wet, and none of them involve Violette Lockland.
 
I say goodbye to Carmen. As far as I was concerned this party was pretty lame. Last I heard some guys I knew were having something in their loft on the other side of town. It was only 2am and they would party until morning.
 
I wander through the house, staring at the mess of bodies collapsed on furniture and spilling their drinks everywhere. Clay will have fun tidying this up in the morning.
 
On the doorstep Taylor Kurtis is sitting, trying to prop a barely conscious Amy Ferguson upright. She doesn’t look like she is having much fun.
 
“Hey, you okay?” I ask.
 
“Yeah, I called her brother. He’s coming to get her. I had to pull this guy off of her.” She said, her voice shaking a little.
 
Just then a car pulls up, blasting The Sex Pistols. It’s Dean, looking tragically handsome in a scruffy denim shirt. All he needs is the sunglasses and he could be a bonafide rockstar.
 
S.hit. I always forget him and Amy are related. They are literally opposites.
 
“So, what are you, too cool to turn up to a party before 2 in the morning?” I tease.
 
“I swear, wherever there is trouble I find you Lilah.” He says, gesturing towards his sister, who Taylor is now trying to get upright.
 
“What this?” I ask innocently. “I had nothing to do with this actually. I was busy corrupting some innocent little boys.”
 
“I’m sure you were.” He says, smiling a little. “Thanks Taylor.” He says, collecting his sister from her and leading her towards the car.
 
“Need a hand to get her home?” She asks hopefully. Every girl in this school would die to have some alone time with Dean Ferguson.
 
He just shakes his head. “I’ll manage.”
 
“Great, well, see you around.” She says, returning to the party.
 
“Oh now, that was just rude. She just wanted to take a little ride with you.” I said.
 
“I’m sure she’ll recover from the sting of my rejection.” He says, not even looking up.
 
“Well I won’t.” I say. “Fancy giving me a lift somewhere?”
 
He looks up at me. I pout a little, and he gives in.
 
“Fine. Hop in.”
 
I smirk triumphantly, and skip into the front seat.
 

 
@ohofkors @high-fashionista @hollyjane @kaleidoscope-heart @theporcelaindoll @le-plus-petit-chaton

-showdown at the game-
 

 
“Come on babes, everybody is going to the game!” Tara said, placing herself cross-legged on my computer chair and twirling slightly.
 
“I don’t feel like going out.” I tell her, tossing myself stubbornly back onto my bed. “Tomorrow.” I tell her.
 
“You’ve been moping for far too long now. Besides, the best way to get over a guy is to get under a new one.” She said. God, I loved the girl but she could be a real pain sometimes. Why couldn’t she just let me wallow in my private pity party?
 
“Please, I’m so over him.” I tell her. “There’s just nobody I’m interested in at the moment.”
 
I’m lying through my teeth of course. Well, about the first part. But how can I be interested in silly high school boys when Eli was just so perfect.
 
We were so perfect.
 
“I know you’re lying but whatever bitchh. Let’s go out then.” She pulls me up from my lying down position and forces me onto my feet. For such a skinny girl she is ridiculously strong.
 
“Fine,” I say rolling my eyes. I mean I was having a good leg day. It’d be a shame to waste it in bed.
 

 

“WOOOOOO.” The crowd around me cheers as Ryan Seely, the ultimate jock, sinks another shot.
 
I absentmindedly clapped, not really following what was going on around me. I think we might be winning. I look up at the scoreboard.
 
Oh we definitely are. That’s good.
 
I scan the crowd and spot Adalie sitting loyally in the crowd cheering on Cole. She looked like she wanted to be there even less than I did. I wonder what’s up with them…
 
It’s odd, I used to be really close to them but after everything with Eli it just felt awkward to be around them. It wasn’t just Eli I had lost that day. It was Ada and Lux too.
 

 

Finally the buzzer sounded for the end of the game, putting me out of my misery. We won. I couldn’t be bothered counting by how much. I found it more interesting to watch as all the girls suddenly flocked towards the boys, all desperate for one of them to pick them. For one of them to look at them and suddenly feel a flash of love. They were all just so desperate to feel love.
 
Well, I had felt love and it sucked.
 
The church was having a mixer straight after the game. Tara convinced me to put in an appearance. She strutted and mingled with the other girls. I hung off at the side a little.
 
“Hey Maxxie.” Eric Wilkins said, approaching me and smiling widely.
 
Eric was a guy in the year below me that had followed me around for as long as I could remember. He was sweet. And cute. But I had just never been particularly interested. I've always had my sights set on older men.
 
“I haven’t seen you around in a while. How are you doing?” He asked.
 
Eric has always been brought up with good manners. It was more a question of common courtesy than genuine concern. I decided to spare him the details.
 
“They’re great thanks yeah. I’ve just been super busy.” I tell him.
 
A little white lie.
 
“Great. Yeah, you look great. Listen, all the old gang is heading Sunny’s after this. It’d be great if you came.”
 
I smiled. He was sweet.
 

 
“Ummm, I don’t think I can.” I tell him, hesitating a little.
 
“Right, right, you’re busy, I get it.” He says, looking slightly disheartened.
 
I inhale deeply and let the words tumble out.
 
“But I’m free tomorrow if you want to round people up and rent a movie or something.” I say.
 
“Well, would it be alright if I kind of forgot to invite anyone else?” he asks, smirking.
 
Before I can reply we are joined by Lux. My stomach turns. This can only go horribly.
 
“Hi Max. Good to see you’ve returned to the land of the living.” She says, smiling sarcastically. “Finally run out of pathetic?”
 
I shudder. Only he called me Max. I was Maxxie to everyone else.
 
“Great to see you too Lux.” I say. “I’ve missed your charming personality. Glad to see you haven’t lost it.”
 
I swear I hear Eric stifle a laugh.
 
She pauses for a moment so I take my chance to leave.
 
“Well, it’s been lovely catching up but I really better get back to doing, well, anything but talking to you.” I say, turning quickly and walking straight out the door.
 
I swear, I like each Moreau less than the last.
 

 

 

 
@druesaysrelax @sophiaspastic @hanasaur
 

let me know if you don't like how i portrayed your character! not a very exciting story, just trying to establish Maxine's key relationships.

-lilah swan-
 

I wriggled into my bright hot-pants. Man they were tight. I picked them up in a vintage store last weekend. Perfect for upholding my rockstar image. Well, my parents’ image.
 
A touch of red lipstick, a swig of champagne and the new chanel bag my mother had given me as a gift amongst a pile of swag she had been given at some event they went to last night. She never cared about the freebies. She just went for the alcohol. And to be seen.
 
Almost every time they went out I would find them plastered over the pages of tabloids and gossip magazines. Every now and then I made it in as well but I didn’t like to make a habit of it. In truth I like to stay in on the nights they go out. The house is quiet enough to read.
 
There is no Frigate like a Book
To take us Lands away.
 
I’ve loved Emily Dickinson since we studied her in English Lit last year. Nobody knew it but English was my favourite class, and the only one I never skipped. Well, I rarely skipped.
 
I stared at myself in the mirror, fluffed my hair a little and I was ready to go.
 

 

“Looks like little Miss Rockstar is back.” James commented as I stepped outside, eyeing up my band t-shirt and beat up boots.
 
“You know me, I try to give the people what they want.” I respond.
 
“Oh I think half the boys in this town know that only too well.” He joked.
 
I smacked him on the arm.
 
I wasn’t a total hussie contrary to popular belief. I just liked boys. And boys liked me. A wolf-whistle from a passing van driver confirmed this.
 
“Another one of your conquests?” James teased.
 
“He wishes.”
 
“Don’t we all…”
 
My stomach turned as I heard the cackles of the bimbo clan as they drove past in Vi’s car.
 
“Hey James.” Sima crooned.
 
“Hello ladies. Sima, Vi, Brooke. Lexi.” James replied.
 
“Hi.” I say, forcing a sickly sweet smile.
 
“Oh hi Lilah.” Brooke says. “Nice outfit.” She sniggers.
 
“Thanks. I’d say I liked your outfits too but I’d be lying.” I reply snidely.
 
“Ummm. Is that the new Chanel?” Sima asks. Her jaw dropping a little.
 
“This old thing?” I joke. I can see it in their eyes they can’t stand to see me with something they want.
 
Vi shot her a dirty look.
 
“What?” Sima said, looking confused. “I’ve been on the waiting list to get that bag for like a month.”
 
“Cool story bro.” I say, picking up my bag and walking ahead. They were boring me.
 

 
@high-fashionista @theporcelaindoll @ohofkors @kaleidoscope-heart
 

 
party story next. comment if you want in.

- Maxine Brooks
- Seventeen
- Likes: sheep, sea shells, frisbee golf, hats, tights, lace, lipstick, making her own clothes, keeping a journal
- Dislikes: complainers, chocolate pie, asthma, cats, geometry, her sister-in-law
- Last year, Maxine was part of an infamous couple that got a lot of good attention from everyone in town. She was in a steady, almost perfect, relationship with Adalie and Lux’s older brother, Eli. But he’s two years older and is studying veterinary science in some important university on the west coast and Maxine has never felt so betrayed; Eli was hers and they were going to get married and have a perfect live in North Beach. He would go to Maryland University, just an hour’s drive away, and she would stay here and finish high school and then their lives would be perfect because they would be together. But when Eli got accepted to his dream school, which he applied to without telling anyone, he dropped those plans, packed up, and moved to California with a goodbye that barely sufficed. She gave up over eighteen months of her life on that boy! She now has this grudge against the Moreau family, though this is hardly their fault, and can barely stand to look at them. She seems to be in an eternal heartbreak. When will she snap out of it already?
- Song: Breathe by Taylor Swift
- Quote: “I hope the sun shines and it’s a beautiful day and something reminds you, you wish you had stayed.”
- Clara Alonso
 

 

I'm Maxine. My friends call me Max. I love clothes, make-up and the beach. I'm also eternally single now. Boys suck.

JOIN IT UP PEOPLE.
JOIN IT UP PEOPLE.
JOIN IT UP PEOPLE.
 
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It looks like it'll be amazing. Or maybe that's just me dreaming of a nice warm escape. I NEED A HOLIDAY!
 

@oh-so-barbarella

I will try and keep this up-to-date. Just some models/actresses/whatever who I love. Most I have probably used at some point in a roleplay and gotten a little attached to. They are all just straight up gorgeous.

So, this was going to be a tryout for something. I found this character I thought I might want to play, then a model to use.
 
Anna Lutoskin. Oh god. I am in love with her. She is like a young Cintia Dicker except not ridiculously overused.
 
I have spent the last hour searching the internet for pictures to clip to polyvore since she only has like 10 pictures. Unfortunately I can't find anymore so this is my dose of her I guess.
 
So now this isn't an audition. It's just a set I made. I miss making sets just because, but I never normally have enough inspiration. I will go find some.

new year, new start but old layout. credit to @abcdefuck who inspired me to try my old layout again (and for the 2012 picture.)
 

 

-my new year's resolutions-
 
1. read more books. i love reading, but i never make the time for it. i will start.
2. stop sitting around on my a.ss and find a work placement that i really want to do.
3. find more music. try and listen to something new everyday.
4. let go of the past.
5. do something new with my hair.
6. stop being such a p.ussy and go after the guys i like.
7. get a part-time job to fund my shoe and party habit. maybe in a bar, or doing promotion, because i hate working in retail.
8. don't give up gymnastics no matter how many bruises it gives me.
9. hit the 10000 song mark on my ipod.
10. stop letting my nail polish go all horrible and chipped. it is not an attractive look.
 

 

just thought these had to be written down somewhere. i tried to stay away from the cliches. what about you guys? do you have any new years resolutions?

Hey guys, I'm back from party town. I went out three nights out in a row. Got back to my friends' houses at 5am everynight. Spent all of yesterday sleeping. So here is something for roleplay land which I definitely haven't forgotten!
 
First set of 2012 and I hate it. Great.
 

 

31st December. HAPPY NEW YEAR B.ITCHES.
 
“Thank f.uck you have ditched the horrifically average dresses.” Carmen slurred, eyeing up my leather hot pants.
 
“My dress wasn’t that bad.” I say defensively. I kind of liked it. And it wasn’t like I had gone mega-prep Brooke Denis. No matter how much I wanted to change you would never see me in riding boots when I wasn’t actually going horse-riding. Not that I would ever go horse-riding.
 
“Yes it was.” She insisted. “It was vomit inducing bad.”
 
“Well I apologise.” I say, even though I knew it was just Carmen the drama queen talking.
 
“You know, your cousin is looking pretty hot tonight.” Carmen said, changing the subject.
 
“Carmen, I’m related to the guy. Besides he is the biggest sleazebag this side of the country.”
 
“Relax, like I’d actually go for a high school boy. Please. I like my men old enough to drink and get a tattoo. Not boys that still live with their parents.”
 
I laughed. And people said I had daddy issues.
 

 

 
Hours later and I had lost track of Carmen. I imagine she had ditched this party for bigger and wilder things. Partying it up at the Ritz was never really her scene. It wasn’t mine either. Well, I didn’t mind it. But people seemed to have a hard time imagining it.
 
The party felt kind of lonely.
 
It didn’t help that my two best guy friends were busy trying to get into two of the most stuck up girls in school. I watched in horror as James nervously tried to make Alex laugh and Dalton stood laughing whilst Brooke flirted shamelessly with him. Now that was a sight that was far more vomit inducing than any outfit I could ever wear.
 
“So I see you have returned to normal.” Dean Ferguson said, approaching me alone.
 
“You know what they say. You can take my drugs but you will never take my leather studded hotpants.” I joked.
 
“For the record, I think I prefer this look.” He said. “Better to look like a rockstar than an airhead.”
 
“True.” I said. Hmmm. Remind me to rock the leather hotpants more often. “So what brings you to the Ritz if you hate everyone in it and everything they stand for?” I ask. I mean Dean has never really been party central.
 
“Hate is a strong word.” He said. “Most people think everybody feels about them much more violently than they actually do – they think people’s opinion of them swing through great arcs of approval or disapproval.”
 
“Fitzgerald?” I enquire. I don’t think a boy has ever quoted Fitzgerald to me. Nirvana maybe. But never Fitzgerald.
 
“Yes. Tender is the Night. I’m impressed. Who knew Stoner Girl could read?”
 
“Well now you do.”
 
Our conversation at that moment was interrupted by the sudden eruption of noise coming from the centre of the room.
 

10.
 
9,
 
What the hell was going to happen when we got to one?
 
8.
 
I mean, it didn’t really seem appropriate to kiss him.
 
7.
 
I hardly knew the guy.
 
6.
 
Not that that had ever stopped me before.
 
5,
 
But this. Somehow this felt different.
 
4.
 
I looked at him. He was looking back at me kind of sheepishly.
 
3.
 
I spotted Rose running towards me suddenly.
 
2.
 
Saved by the drunken bell.
 
1!”
 
Rose wrapped her arms around me and kissed me on the mouth.
 
“HAPPY NEW YEAR!!” She screamed at me drunkenly.
 
“Happy new year babes.” I said, laughing at the fact that my last kiss of 2011 and first kiss of 2012 would now forever be with a girl.
 
Now the pressure was off I turned my attention back to Dean who was standing there awkwardly.
 
“Happy new year.” I said smiling and pulling him into a hug. I kissed him on the cheek.
 

 
“LILAH! Happy new year my dear.” Dalton said, scooping me up from behind and spinning me around.
 
I squealed in surprise, catching the attention of Brooke who shot me an evil look.
 
“Happy new year to you too you absolute mess.” I laugh, embracing him warmly.
 
My phone buzzes.
 

From: Carmen
Happy new year b-tch. Time to start the year with a bang. And a line. You ready to party?
 

I guess one last wild night wouldn’t hurt. It is new year after all.
 
My resolution to behave can begin tomorrow.
 

@hollyjane @high-fashionista @sarahstardom

TUESDAY DECEMBER 27TH
-partying with the queen bees-
 
“Come on Lilah, do I really have to do this?” James pleaded. He had arrived to give me a lift to the party but had instead been roped into helping me pick out an outfit.
 
“Yes. Grace is out of town and I hate getting ready on my own. Now, turn around.” I say.
 
“Come on, it’s not like I’ve never seen you in your underwear before. We dated for a year.”
 
He had a point.
 
“Fine.” I sighed, slipping my first dress off and picking up a sequined mini skirt. I paired it with a tank top and sighed as I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror.
 
“That looks great.” He said.
 
“No it’s not,” I tell him, stripping off again.
 
10 dresses later and James is lying in a heap on my bed surrounded by discarded dresses and skirts.
 
“I give up.” I say, collapsing next to him.
 
“Ummm… Lilah. You do realise you are still in your underwear?” he enquires.
 
“Problem?” I ask.
 
“Nope, just wondering if you are planning on attending the party like that. I mean, I’m sure it would win you a lot of new friends but I can imagine Sima and her posse wouldn’t be too happy with it.”
 
“That’s it!” I say, sitting up suddenly and running through to my mother’s wardrobe. I pick up something bright and glamorous. What better way to unveil the new me than with a new look.
 
I slip it on over my head and run back to my room to collect stockings and shoes.
 
There ready.
 
“Lilah, what the hell is going – Woah.” James says sitting up. “Wow. You look… different.”
 
“Great!” I say. I pin half my hair up in a mini 60’s style beehive and throw on my leopard print coat because well, I don’t want to change too much. I quite like me. Sometimes.
 
James just stands there, mouth gaping.
 
“You coming?” I ask, grabbing a clutch and slipping my hip flask in it out of habit more than anything.
 
“You know Lilah if you dressed like this from the start of high school you would be right up there Vi and the rest of them.” He said, following me like a puppy.
 
“Good thing I didn’t then.” I say, rolling my eyes at the thought of having to deal with their constant company for 4 years.
 
Empty. Vacuous. Superficial. Their life was basically a more boring version of the life I had been leading since I was 12. I didn’t want to be like them. I just didn’t want to be the stoner girl anymore.
 

 

 

 

I could hear the whispers start as soon as I entered the party.
 
“Wow Lilah, cute dress.” Diana said as I walked past her and a few people who dared to speak to her. It seemed Vi or Sima had decided she was public enemy number 1.
 
“Thanks.” I say, slightly bewildered. Since when did I share a fashion sense with one of Daddy’s princesses?
 
I head over to the champagne and help myself to one, taking just a sip. Let’s see what one of these parties is like sober.
 
I spot Dean talking to Mary. He glances over in my direction and smiles. I throw him a smile back. Out little interaction goes unnoticed by the rest of the party.
 
Maybe I’ll go say hi.
Maybe.
 
I take another sip for courage and pick up a second glass to take over to him. However, just as I take one step forward I spot Carmen coming towards me.
 
“Nice to see you’re starting heavy.” She said, gesturing towards the second glass in my hand.
 
“Hey, start the way you mean to go on right?” I say shrugging, taking a big gulp, then one more.
 
Carmen smiles back at me, downing and glass of champagne before picking up another one and heading off to tease Tiffany.
 

And so that is how I ended up getting drunk on the night I had taken a sobriety vow. I’m not entirely sure what happened, my hazy memories include me dancing on some kind of elevated platform alongside the queen bees Sima and Rose who apparently tried to adopt me as one of their own, kissing some senior guy and running away from James when he wanted to take me home. Apparently I should try out for track. If only they ran all the races in heels.
 

 

 
-layout cred to @high-fashionista again.