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Post by Ana Carmichael on Nov 16, 2013 21:25:35 GMT -5
SHE COULD BE A JOAN OF ARC
Sashaying into Brachean's Cafe, Ana Carmicahel carried four bags from Prada and Chanel. Ana always shopped after school and needed a break. Everything happened so fast. Choosing a pair of skinny jeans, mini skirts, and knee-high boots was Ana's priority. Her mother never liked Ana wearings mini skirts during the cold weather, but Ana's father just shrugged and went back to work. Ana rolled her TIffany box-blue eyes at her sudden thoughts and dropped her shopping bags at the first booth she saw was occupied. Ana huffed lightly and took out her IPhone 5 sc. Speed dialing Chelsea, and gracefully slid in the booth, biting her bottom lip. "I'm already done, just heading back to my place, Chels." Ana exclaimed, sarcasticly. Ana hated lying to her best friend, but they lied to each other thousands of times over the years.
Ana hung up after Chelsea's reply and locked her phone. Ana ran her freshley mancirued nails through her golden hair, out of thought. Ana had twenty new pairs of clothing in her shopping bags and was going to get another the next week. Ana loved shopping and spending her money. Her parents did the same thing every day, showing their daughter what they bought. Ana always stole her mother's jewerly, even though she had a box full already. Ana never bothered to share her money with Chelsea, but Chelsea shared her money with Ana. Ana blinked lightly, Leon coming to mind. Ana missed him and knew he didn't want Ana to buy anything for him. Ana felt terribly not getting him nothing, but he would change his mind soon.
Ana's size zero body easliy fitted into lilac colored jeans and a curved neck Chloe' red sweater. Ana didn't mind wearing heels, but her feet already felt cold when she wore ballet flats. So Ana switched to Gucci, boots. Ana's Tiffany box-blue eyes searched the Cafe, her blood red lips pursing tightly. Ana suddenly spotted Leon and looked down. Ana would never admit that she stopped by, but that answer made it harder for Ana to say. Ana pushed her oversized shopping bags under the booth, getting up. Ana didn't like people stealing her stuff, but they would just end up getting sued for it. Ana thought she would have brought Chelsea, but that would have made it harder for Ana. Ana sashayed toward the counter, the heels of her boots hardly making a sound. Ana hated talking to Leon during work and didn't like the idea of cuddling in public with an outcast.
WORDS ### TAGGED leon. NOTES why are notes important? (y) TEMPLATE BY WE WERE INFINITE ! OF CAUTIO 2.0
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Post by Leon Acosta on Nov 19, 2013 20:20:19 GMT -5
My dark brown eyes had been flicking to the door continuously since I had arrived, and I'd already gotten one order wrong. Ana was fucking with my mind, that was for sure. I hand the old lady her drink, an easy smile on my face as she dropped a few quarters into the tip jar. I sit back on my stool, pulling my math book from under the table and starting on the second to last problem.
I'd looked up the first.. hundred or so times that the front bell had rang, and I had since given up hope. Maybe Ana wasn't going to come? She had better things to do. I bite my lower lip, putting a square around my answer before going to the next one. My pencil scrawls across the paper before I finish and stuff the text book back into my bookbag, dropping my pencil in on top of it.
My head comes up at the motion in the corner of my eye and a grin crosses my face at the blonde. "Though you'd forgotten me," I say, brushing a stray strand of curly, light brown hair behind my ear.
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Post by Ana Carmichael on Nov 20, 2013 19:20:17 GMT -5
SHE COULD BE A JOAN OF ARC
Ana leaned against the marble counter, adjusting her Tiffany box-blue eyes to Leon's warm face. God. She missed a sweet face since Ana left the library. After that, she acted like her normal self. Bitchy and Sassy. Ana didn't want to brag about how much she missed Leon, but she had to hold it in herself. Ana would get her turn once Leon was off of work. "Couldn't" Ana purred lightly, smiling sweetly at Leon. Ana cocked her head to the side, fresh waves of her golden hair falling gently into falls. Ana took out her Amex card from her Prada black purse and slid it toward Leon, smiling. "Give me a non-calorie caramel shake." Ana exclaimed in her sweetest voice. She just hoped Leon had a few minutes before he was done. "When are you going to be done working?" Ana questioned Leon.
WORDS ### TAGGED leon. NOTES why are notes important? (y) TEMPLATE BY WE WERE INFINITE ! OF CAUTIO 2.0
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Post by Leon Acosta on Nov 22, 2013 18:30:38 GMT -5
Her bright blue eyes meet mine as she leans against the counter, her perfume wafting towards me. It made me lightheaded, and I just wanted to gather Ana into my arms and hold her to me. Restraint, Leon, public places. I didn't want to make some sort of scene, and she'd probably get annoyed with me- clinging, and all that.
"Oh," I breathe, nodding as I dropped my dark brown eyes from her face for a moment in embarassment. She did have a life. "Of course.. and, I'll get it," I reply, pushing the card back towards her as I get off my stool. It was the least I could do- buy her a drink. I flip my hair over my shoulder, passing the cup to Ana as I dig my wallet out of my back pocket. I stick the money into the register and resume my perch behind the counter, glancing towards the clock.
"Oh, uh.. now, actually," I say, a soft chuckle in my voice.
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Post by Ana Carmichael on Nov 22, 2013 19:51:35 GMT -5
SHE COULD BE A JOAN OF ARC
Ana loved playing around guys, especially Leon. Since Leon liked her, Ana could find him anytime. Ana smiled lovingly at Leon, as he got her order ready. Ana wanted to wrap her toned arms around Leon's neck and sink her blonde head on his chest. Ana never obsessed about anything except, shopping or her enemies, but Leon was the first outsider Ana loved. The others were smokers and drug dealers. Ana couldn't add another title to her queen-bee status; Ana Carmichael making out with the drug dealer? Goosebumps ran up her spine as a sour face replaced her happy face. Ana hated that title and couldn't imagine what her parents would think.
Ignoring the thought, Ana concentrated back on Leon, ad she tucked her Black Amex card back into her purse. Ana pursed her lips, while she watched Leon look up at the clock. "Oh, uh.. now, actually." Ana smiled proudly at herself, for coming to the cafe on time. "Then why don't you meet me at my table?" Ana questioned Leon, tipping her blonde head to the side, a thick fall of ringlets in the process. Ana smiled sweetly, asking Leon with pleading eyes, the same eye motion the day when Ana made Leon show her around Ramad High's campus.
WORDS ### TAGGED leon. NOTES why are notes important? (y) TEMPLATE BY WE WERE INFINITE ! OF CAUTIO 2.0
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