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[SeissFleurr]

madison . maree . carters

bisexual . single . 18 . eiffel tower

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Madison's head lifted slowley from her pillow. She had gotten no sleep for the past week. Yet she has been somnolent the whole time. She could only get herself to sleep a few ours. She turned over to her clock to check the time. " Great I over slept, just what I needed. I don't think I'll ever be able to move out of this small flat if I keep doing this" Madison lived in a small flat in Paris for about two years now. It was a mayjor jump from England to Paris. But now she was more used to it. She gained the will to pull herself up from bed. She had to get ready. She was making a small living on photography and she had to be at the eiffel tower before it became crowded. She works for a travel magazine and this months copy is on Paris. To her luck she lives there. She could easily get some good pictures. On her way to her small closet she nearly tripped on Miley her dog. " And this is why I must put my glasses on first thing in the morning.. Come on Madison think.." She grabbed her glasses and placed them on her nose. They were always being falsely accused as fake which was not the case. She couldn't see a thing without them. Not a thing.

She peeked through some of her clothes before finding the outfit she wanted to wear. Well her outfitt was dirty. She had to come up with something else because she wasn't going to parade out with dirty clothes. She grabed her Venture top and her floral shorts off the shelf in her closet and carried them into her bathroom where she usually gets ready. **outiftt She bent over and let her hair hang low as she brushed it up into a bun. Well more of a messy bun. Then bobby pinned it up. She let out a small sigh as she lined her eyes with her black eye pencil. For once she succeeded without jabbing the eyeliner in her eye. She quickly brushed some mascara on her lashes and bolted out of the bathroom. Her getting ready proccess was almost complete. All she needed to do was put her jewelry in. She grabed her rainbow horseshoe ring from her jewelry box and slid it through the small 14g hole on the left side of her lip. Then she grabed her small nose stud and just popped it into place. " Done and ready to go." She said with a smile almost forgetting her camera. " Can't forget this, now can I? It would just be another thing on my list of dumb things I have done." She was excited. She knew she had this in the bag. She knew all the best places in Paris and where to find them, and what better place to start of then the most beautiful thing in Paris? The eiffel tower was only five minutes away from where she lived so it wouldn't take her very long to get there. She would just walk. She usually does anyway. " Bye dogs, be good, and if you go outside please don't bring in a dead bird again.." She let out a loud but dainty chuckle as she walked out the door.

She wore a huge smile on her face like usual. It hid the actual pain she was feeling. Her mom only had a month or so to live and it was hard. She had the plans to move to America once everything happens. She saw many people walking. It was a nice day anyway so of course it didn't surprise her one bit. The sky was partialy cloudy and there was a slight breeze. The weather was perfect. She did start to notice more and more people on the streets heading in her direction. She must not forget it is torrist season. Everyone comes to see this incredible land mark. It's what everyone thinks of when they hear of Paris, besides love. Which was just a bunch of crap, beause Paris is just like any place in the world. She used to think the crap was true once awhile back when she first moved to Paris. But soon reliesed how terrible of a lie it really was.

She approached the eiffel tower in a nick of time. Although there were crouds of people. No different then it usually is. She made her way through most of the croud without being pushed and or stepped on. When she go close enough she snapped about ten pictures of the wondrous sight. All of the pictures came out pretty decent." Now up in the tower. I may be able to get some good pictures up there." Again she pushed herself through the croud. It was so loud. Everybody was pushing and even trampling people. Madison Tried to get further into the tower but it was no use. She was being moshed as if she was in an actual mosh pit and a rock concert. As she crawl her way out from the chaos some genius decides to push her into three people. Two guys and one girl. Call that embarrassment. Her face turned a rosey red as she looked at them. " I'm so sorry. It's usaually not this bad. I guess people are just more in a hurry then usual." Madison Felt bad, she didnt even know if they spoke englsh for crying out loud. She was so embarrassed.

{{ my keyboard is alittle f**ked at the moment please excuse any missing letters. Hopefully it can be fixed soon.}}

[sweet tea]

matthew james flurry
. matt . ice cream . flurry . eighteen . single . heterosexual .

Out the door, I laughed and punched Jacobb right back on his bicep. "Please. You snore like crazy. I grab a hot dog and a couple beers and come back and you're legit snoring the night away." I laughed and swing the neck strap over my head. I glanced down at my camera as we walked, scrolling and deleting countless pictures. Staring at Jacobb, I stopped in my tracks. "Too many people? Are you kidding me? You must be antisocial or something, the current population here is just fine." I laughed.

I yawned again. "Ugh... Jet lack has hit me once again." I mumbled as I let go of my camera that hung off my neck and rubbed my face. I opened my eyes just as I heard an 'uph'. Jacobb had just walked into someone. I gave him a dirty look. Rolling my eyes, I heard a girls voice apologizing after Jacobb said his sorry. I glanced back, seeing a pale girl. Decent, I guess. I looked at Jacobb. "No attractive girls here, period." I said, my lips just inches away from his ears so that no one else would be able to hear. I smiled at the girl and spoke. "Haha, no worries. He's a butthead." Shutting off my camera, I grabbed Jacobb's wrist and squeezed it, hard, dragging him away.

Then another girl walked into me this time. I let go of Jacobb's wrist and took a step back, in shock. She only hit my right arm, which was a good thing, my camera was probably going to be the first thing broken if she barged into my chest. Second girl. Paler than the first. I raised my eyebrows and looked at Jacobb. I winked at him and looked down at the girl. "Je nám líto, ale neumím anglicky." I sucked at that language, didn't even know if I said it correctly. But still, it was better than me speaking in French, obviously she might have known what I was trying to say.

I bit my lip and licked the inside of my lip piercing. This was sorta creeping me out. I looked down, turned on my camera and took a picture of the row of stores. Catching Jacobb's attention, I motioned us to leave. Hopefully he didn't find the two girls attractive, or else I would be swearing my ass off when we got back to the hotel.

[apathy,]

jacobb daniels
"jack"
• eighteen • single • bisexual •

Jack just gave a friendly smile, he quickly managed to take a good glimpse of her before being pulled off by Matt. “Mec, vraiment?” He snorted pulling his arm away and back tracking towards the girl. “C'est agréable de vous rencontrer, bien sûr, je ne peux pas rester longtemps, donc voici mon numéro.” He gave a warm smile and then took a pen from his back pocket; giving a quick sprawls to her hand he turned to the direction Matt was in [lol I forgot to add the fact that he wrote the number down, so this sentence is kind of awkward]. He hated speaking French, he just hated speaking it. It required way too much lungs, and breathing, you had to stand up straight, it was a pain. “Right, text me quickly before I forget.” He muttered giving her a wink making his way back over to Matt.

His hands wrapped around Matt’s chest [basically hugging him from behind, but with less physical contact], and then resting his head on his shoulder as he stared blankly at the girl Matt was talking to. He glanced over to Matt’s eyes then letting his arms drop to his sides and nod towards the girl. “Sorry, he calls me a butthead; I guess I will apologize for him. I'm sorry.” He gave a goofy half smile and started walking towards the tower. Walking up ahead of Matt, not really waiting or not for him to catch up.

Jacobb was always a touchy guy, and he always had to have his hands on something. It was just in his nature. So, everyone was just used to having his hands on someone. And if Matt wasn’t used to that by now, who knew what the hell was wrong with that kid. His shoulders were pushed upwards a little, gave him more of a dominate look. Which being his five foot eleven self, got him through the crowd quickly. It was just some tactic he learned since people in a crowd had no idea how to walk without running into someone. If you let your shoulders sag, then more people ran into you. He was used to traveling, he knew how to walk. He’s just been everywhere, and everywhere as in all around the world. He was one of the wealthiest people in London, but he had to move to California to get away from his family. Don’t get me wrong, he loved his family, but he was 18, and he needed a life. Until further notice, his parents were paying half of the rent to pay off his apartment. Which all guys never really liked since he was one of the guys who liked to pay everything for him. He was stubborn, and didn’t take pity. But, he was forced to if he wanted to live where he did.

a/n: lol this kind of sucks.

[eden .]

... not much happened here. |:

corαlιɴe ғorвeѕ
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nineteen | female | single | tagged: jacobb and matthew

Coraline watched with vague curiosity as the boy was dragged off by his friend only for the friend to be bumped into, as well. She felt a small smile play on her lips. That was kind of funny, wasn't it, a boy and his friend each being bumped into in the same two minutes? Then again, this was the Eiffel Tower. Coraline shrugged a little as the other girl apologized, showing there was no harm done, and was getting ready to leave when the boy she bumped into turned around and came over.

For a moment she had no idea what he was saying. Her French was rusty, and she was always more of a Spanish girl. But Coraline was quickly able to get the gist of it, and when he wrote down the digits on her hand, that was unmistakable. Coraline felt her eyebrows lift a little in surprise. She'd never actually had her hand written on by someone before. That was kind of weird, wasn't it? But before she could say anything [apparently he did speak English], he was off and away, joining his friend again, who was chatting with the other girl.

Shrugging happily, Coraline began to drift back to the street so she could hail a cab and get back to her hotel. She was definitely skipping now. This seemed to be a pretty good kind of day. Coraline might not have really been avidly looking for a date, but it was still flattering. She glanced at the scrawled number on her palm again, going over the sequence in case she washed it off -- which she probably was.

Humming and jumping, Coraline twirled a little and threw a wave in the general direction of the boy before waving down a cab and heading back. It was a shame she'd left her phone there [which, on after thought, was probably a bad idea, being in a foreign country and all]. Oh, well.

[SeissFleurr]

madison . maree . carters

bisexual . single . 18 . eiffel tower

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I inspected the boy more closley. He seemed to be doing the same to me. After waiting five seconds with no help I stood up on my own. I pull my camera close and check it out to see if the fall caused any damage. Luckily nothing was broken. Just then I heard a guys voice. I look upand it's the guy bumped into. He sucked at French. I could obviously tell he wasnt from here. " You speak no English?"I say raising my eyebrows in confusion. He had one other boy with him. I do have to say they both are seriously adorable. But nothing I havent seen before. I play around with my lip ring before speaking again. " I'm sorry for running into you. I got pushed. It's not usually this bad" I say looking at him although I could tell he wasn't paying to close of attention and frankly it was getting akward. My accent was so annoying, well atleast to me. I would rather have the American accen instead of the british. I love American accents. They're so uniqe.Back on topic I could tell this boy wasnt the nicest. He gave kind of an ass vibe. His friend on the other hand seemed like a sweet heart. Although guys with piercings are pretty attractive.

I finnaly let out a sigh of boredom. My ankle throbbing I go over to the bench a foot away from where I was standing and sit down. It was already bruised and pretty swollen. This is what I get for comming to take pictures. My ankle getting crushed and possibly broken was not worth it. I will need to go get it checked out as soon as I am done. People these days don't know how to contain themselves. Always pushing and shoving like their in a huge f**kin hurry. Or like they have to piss. I sit my ankle over my knee and examine it alittle better. It was definetly more then just a fracture. It at most be a hairline break. Hopefully it's not. I mean I can stand on it. It just hurts.I take a couple more pictures and watch as people scatter everywhere.


{{ total writers block, sorry oh and fatal your avatar. I am almost positive it's Ed Sheeran. Am I correct? I love him ^^}}

[sweet tea]

matthew james flurry
. matt . ice cream . flurry . eighteen . single . heterosexual .

I arched my eyebrows after we walked away from the second girl as a wry smile crept on my face."You little ass! You gave her your number, didn't you? Or was it mine? Or was it both? I'll play that game any time, bro." And then my sentence in Czech hit me... I think I did say the sentence wrong. Oh well, not that I could take back what I said.

Jacobb was always touching me, either putting his arm around me, clinging onto me, putting his arm on my shoulder. I grew used to it now, but it still did bother me. He started doing so ever since we were about fourteen. Whenever we were out, hitting on girls mostly, I would never let him touch me like that and he knew. But now really wasn't the case. I looked at him again.

"You know, you don't just write numbers on girl's hands... You have to make them beg for it and then torture them by writing it slowly, giving eye contact every so often with a tasty grin. You also should write a small note on there, too." Everyone referred to me as the flirt master for some reason. Like it was my duty or something to correct one's way of hitting a girl up. Once you start playing, you never stop. That's how it worked.

We were closer to the tower by then, I could almost see three quarters of it. My camera that was firmly gripped by my two hands was raised to my face. Taking a few snapshots, I rested it and turned my head to see where that other pale girl went. I found her, getting up off a bench and grasping her camera. Shrugging I glanced back at Jacobb. "I feel like I should help her, but at the same time, I want to see the tower really bad."

eerm, guys? who's the one that falls in love at first sight? xD definitely not matt, but...

[apathy,]

jacobb daniels
"jack"
• eighteen • single • bisexual •

“Baby, baby, calm down. You’re still my number one.” He flirted easily with Matt. But that was only because he was a natural flirt, when he wasn’t fidgety and nervous. Which was rare, but it happened… It was easy to get Jack flustered and embarrassed, but there was a fine line between flustered and embarrassed to fidgety and nervous.

“Wha-“ He quickly interrupted as Matt went on about how you made girls try to get his number. “I always thought it was the guy asked for the girls’ number/ gave it to her. Honestly, what the hell goes on in that thick skull of your’s?” He questioned easily turning on his head to take one last glance at the girl. “There is two different flirting types. You have the sappy kind like me, and the jack*ss type like you. Honestly-“ He quickly paused listening to what Matt had to say, yet again.

“Wait, she was hurt?! Yes! You have to help her! She’s hurt and that’s the gentlemen thing to do!” He snorted throwing his arms up in the air for exasperation. He gave an annoyed look towards Matt and crossed his arms firmly over his chest. “You go ahead, I’m going to help her.” He muttered turning on his heels and pushing through the crowds. Tourists. He thought blankly quickly reaching the girl and standing by her side.

“Okay, I’m at least here to help.” He offered with a small smile, sending a quick glare over in Matt’s direction. “Do you want me to help you back to somewhere where you were or something? I mean, you shouldn’t walk on that…” He said rather vaguely since he had no idea what was wrong with her. He wasn’t really paying attention. He glanced down at her ankle and then it clicked. “…that ankle.” He finished triumphantly. “It could only get worse. What happened?” He questioned sitting her down by the shoulders, only lightly, a friendly touch that he thought wouldn’t do much harm.

“So, I am no doctor, but I know what it’s like to have a broken ankle. Or, y’know, around there. You actually have to rest which is first, put ice on it, and rest your ankle on a couple pillows. Which totally blows since you need to walk around a lot in Paris.” He wasn’t really trying to lighten the mood, but who knows what he was doing at the moment. He was kneeling on the concrete in front of her, keeping his hands placed at his sides as he examined the ankle. Refusing to really put any hands on her body, which could easily send the wrong message. “Do you mind if I have a look?” He questioned quietly giving her a quick glance up to meet her eyes.


a/n:
STILL EDITING!!! Please, if anything is wrong, tell me, I was rushing because it felt like I was rushed. I still have to read it over... LOL I don't think Jack is actually the 'love at first type' kind of guy. More of the guy who wears his heart on his sleeve, and stuff.

[SeissFleurr]

madison . maree . carters

bisexual . single . 18 . eiffel tower

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I sat looking around at everyone. I was still so embarrassed. I hated this. Paris is too crowded, and I thought today would be a good day. I have no clue in the world how I am going to get home. Or even to the doctor. I mean I have things to do going to the doctor and not having anything done will ruin it all. I'll be lucky if I don't get fired but honestly I shouldn't worry about that. My main concern should be my ankle. I pull out my phone and begin dialing Sarah my bestfriends number hoping she will be able to get me. But I got interuppted by another english accent. I look up from my phone to see a bright face. It was the guy I ran into's friend. He seemed nice just looking at him." Finnally my here, Thank you. I made sure to make my accent kinda obvious. Like always, well okay when theres a cute guy. I listen to him speak. He's adorable, and he seems like the charming sweet kind unlike his friend. I mean he's nice enough to help me. That is rare." Thanks but I should be fine, I may have a friend come get me soon hopefully. Thank you though it means alot."

I look down at my ankle and it has only gotten worse. It is still really swollen and starting to go into a purple colour which now has me worrying. Also making me believe that it is definetly broken." I got moshed and crushed and pushed into your friend, and as I was on the ground some guy trampled my ankle. I guess I'm the unlucky one here considering I had the chance to make it in a travel magazine. I could've finnally moved out from my ratty little flat here and move to America. I'm sorry, telling you my whole life is probably weirding you out now isn't it?" He had a smile on his face that definetly kept my attention away from my pain. Who knows maybe a new friend. Although by the looks of it his friend didn't seem to pleased with him helping me. Or the fact that he gave his number out. I know, I seem to have this crazy sense of hearing I get it. But his friend kinda seems like an ass so I wouldn't want to protude in their fun.

" Thank you doctor I will keep that in note, and if you must go ahead and take a look."
It was very caresmatic of him to want to help me which like I said was kind of a surprise to me. I lift my throbbing ankle up for him to take a look at. I close my eyes, it hurt just to lift it. Just imagine trying to walk on it. Definetly no doubt it's broken. Great just what I needed. Way to go Madison you have just f**ked up everything.

Madison isn't very into that love at first sight thing either. She can be more of a friend type.
Sorry the post is short, erm I promise once everything gets moving along more my posts will be way more literate

[eden .]

sorry I've been so slow. ><
mmm ... coraline is kind of ignorant of all romantic feelings in general. she's like a little kid. .-.

corαlιɴe ғorвeѕ
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nineteen | female | single | tagged: jacobb and matthew

Coraline thanked the driver before stepping out of the cab, striding into the little hotel and nodding at the receptionist. It wasn't really a big or fancy place, but it worked, and Coraline wasn't exactly made of money. But she didn't need silk pillow covers or a widescreen television in her room, anyway. It was a bedroom, not her penthouse.

Smiling a little, Coraline entered her room and glanced around. It looked like someone had come in and cleaned the place while she was out. She hoped her phone was safe. Thankfully, she found it waiting for her on the beside table. Coraline picked up the arcane flip phone and glanced at the somewhat smeared ink on hr hand. That would take forever to wash off, wouldn't it? Coraline shrugged, typing in the number before writing a text, hoping she was doing this right.

Hello! This is the girl you wrote your number on. How are you?

Coraline had a thing where she didn't abbreviate or use chat speak in her texts, which people had questioned occasionally. She never really had an answer, but she didn't really like chat speak not because it was hard to read (it actually made a lot of sense to her) but because of how it sounded in her head. It was jaunted and awkward and slow to process. It took longer to read when Coraline read chat speak. But when she typed everything out...well, that sounded really formal and stiff and none too inviting--not that Coraline really noticed. She didn't make connections like that. Instead, she pleasantly hit the "send" button and stared at her phone for a moment before lying back onto the bed to stare at it in a more comfortable position. She couldn't help herself. She was probably obsessing too much, but this was such a novel situation that she couldn't wait to see what happened.

[sweet tea]

matthew james flurry
. matt . ice cream . flurry . eighteen . single . heterosexual .

I winked back flirtatiously. "Yeah, baby." My face immediately changed as I punched his right bicep. "What is wrong with you? God, Jesus." I rolled my eyes as I snapped a few more photos.

My head jerked away from my camera as I glared at Jacobb. "I'm sorry, but I think I know much more about this topic than you. After all, who won the 'hook up as many girls as you can' contest?" I puffed my cheeks and exhaled the air in his face. My minty breath wafted back to my nose. "Actually, I can have a girlfriend just fine, thank you, but I just prefer being single and free. No girl is interesting enough for my liking for me to be dating for more than two months."

My lip was bitten in irritation as Jacobb walked away to help the other girl. "You jackass son of a b*tch." I grumbled as I followed him. He was so different than me. But apparently his charm worked. Sometimes. I stood awkwardly besides him, watching him play doctor. Then his phone vibrated.

Me being the quick one, I reached into his pocket quickly, maybe even a little too hard, and pulled out his phone. Plugging in his password that I knew so well, I read the text. "Eey! It's your girlfriend! Imma call her." I smiled and waved at the pale girl, who seemed to be in need of treatment. Get well soon, I mouthed as I called the number. Winking at Jacobb again, I walked over to the side of the road so I wouldn't be quite as squished.

"Hey! I'm Matt. Matt Flurry. The guy's friend that you walked into the other hour? Yeah. Heh heh. He's off helping girls so I am here to steal you for the moment until he gets back..." And then I gave her my own number. I pulled out a spearmint breath strip and stuck it in my mouth. This outta be fun.

{derp. well, this sucks. xD we don't go by the plot. OKEEY.