❤ ғᴏʀᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴀɴᴅ ᴀʟᴡᴀʏs|sᴇᴍɪ-ʟɪᴛ| ᴄʟᴏsᴇᴅ ❤

[peachie.]

BAILEE TAYLOR JAMES

Hi ya! The name is Bailee. If you want to know my full name it's Bailee Taylor James. It's a pretty strange name in my opinnion, I don't really now what you think about it. My name is practically a mush of names put together. I actually got my middle name from my grandma, Taylor. She's such a kind hearted woman. Anyways, I have the nickname Bee because ... well I think it just works with my name. I'm 100% female, my mothers only daughter. I was born on April 19th 1995, I am currently seventeen years old.

Bailee is a slightly tanned girl. She isn't the carmel tan color or the pastey white color. She's just a nice inbetween, so she isnt too tan. Her hair is naturally wavy and falls to the middle of her back. Her hair is blonde with a few brown streaks in it. She weighs in at 130 lbs when she steps on the scale, which is normal for people her height; 5'3. Bailee's eye color is a faded green color which she doesn't mind. She does have some body modifications such as a lip ring and a feather tattoo on her left shoulder blade.

Bailee is a slightly social girl who likes to be alone at times, and social at other times. She's like any other human being; she likes to have some time to herself. When she feels social she'll chat away with almost anybody. She isn't at all shy, so don't be freaked out if she randomly comes up and begins to talk to you. The girl enjoys jokes and sometimes pulling little pranks. She is too afriad to play big pranks on people as she has seen people react in not a good way to large pranks.
She loves to draw and paint; as it is her passion and talent. She has gotten the art gene from her grandma, which isnt the only thing she has developed from her grandma Taylor {read name paragraph}. Bailee's talent mostly focuses on sketching and water color painting. She can draw mostly animals and is trying to inprove her human drawing skills.
Bailee can tend to be very active when she's around friends. She enjoys to hangout around town, jump on tampolines, go to the beach, go longboarding and going on adventures. She is actually a tree hugger, even though she doesn't look like one. She supports recycling, planting trees, fundraising and more. She actually creates pieces of art and auctions them off for money that she donates to programs that help the enviroment.
This girl can actually have slight anger issues. She dislikes to be told what to do or pushed down. She isn't afraid to throw a punch if needed, so beware if you get on her bad side. If she doesn't use her fists she just tends to come back with snarky remarks also.

She grew up in a small house, in the outskirts of town with her mother and father. She had a pretty good childhood with some slight bullying along the way, which formed her into the rough girl she was today. Her father had developed some slight drinking problems when she was in her early teens, which caused her to fade away from him and get more dependant on her best friend, Adam.

[thebluberry.]

{Alright! All spots are finally closed, and pairs just went up! We can start now, but remember, you obviously know your best friend, and you can interact with other charries too. I'll post for Ariel in a few minutes!!}

[flie]

{ dylan ann ross --- -- -
running out of time - going to the park to meet Lance - rushing - outift
The brunette slowly opened her eyes from her slumber and sat up in her orange bed. She stretched out her arms, yawning as she did so. Turning her head to look at her alarm clock, she realizes that she is late for her meeting with Lance. Dylan scrambled to her feet and rushed out of her room, entering her bathroom and opening the drawers one by one. She searched for her Cover Girl mascara and lightly applied it to her top eye lashes after adding a bit of clear lip gloss to her lips. Dylan hurried to her dresser and opened the drawers, pulling random clothes out. She decided on a blue and white striped shirt with salmon shorts and black converse high tops. Dylan roughly ran her brush through her hair and sat her hat on her head. With that, she rushed out the door and began to run to the park.



You know that I'm a wreck
And you know I can't breathe
At the edge of my seat with each word
As the months turn into years
Just know that I will wait... here,
For you

[ursaminor]

A v a
P a t t e r s o n

-||N i c k N a m e:: "Give me one."||--||A g e:: I'm 18 years and 9 months."||--||Status:: "I'm single. Simple as that."||-

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Sun filtered in through Ava's drapes, casting a warm glow across her other what shady bedroom. After about fifteen minutes, the light had moved from the edge of her bed, creeping up until it had reached her head. Though her eyes were closed, she could feel the sun, and groaned as it woke her up. She rolled over to the other side of her bed, burying her face in the pillow. She had never been a morning person, and she still wasn't. But, no matter how much Ava resented it, she was awake, and couldn't get back to sleep now. With a sigh, she rolled over again and say up, yawning and rubbing her eyes. When she wasn't completely drowsy, she glanced over at her clock radio, and sighed when she saw the time was already 9:45. She pushed her light blue seats down to her ankles, and she swung her legs over the side of her bed, and stood up. She glanced back at the bed, the comforter thrown on the floor and the sheets shoved down to the end of her bed. She really should've organized it, but she was to lazy to right now. Walking across the room and over to the door, she opened it and stepped into the bathroom.

Walking in, she groaned at the clump atop her head that was her hair. Taking her brush off the counter, she began working on untangling her hair. About ten minutes later, her wavy hair was no longer frizzy but smooth and controlled, reaching the small of her back. She brushed her teeth, not really bothering with breakfast today, she was to lazy to get it all ready. She decided to go without make-up today, she usually didn't wear it anyway, it makes her feel fake and not herself. She walked out of her bathroom and back into her room, lazily throwing open her closet. After about a minute of deciding what to wear, she pulled out a light blue tank-top, a brown t-shirt, denim shorts and sandals, quickly changed into them, and sat back down on the bed. Again, she was to lazy to pick up the pajamas strewn across the floor. Grabbing her phone off the nightstand, she started going through her contacts, trying to find Xander's number. Once she had found it, she selected the 'send message' button, and began typing. 'Hey! Mom's at work again, and I've got nothing to to today. Wanna do something?' She hit the send button, and she pushed it into her pocket, and walked out the door of her bedroom, down the hall to the stairs.

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[aleieie]

Xander

| Crush ; | Mood ; Lazy | Currently ; Texting Ava |

Xander rolled in his bed, his phone on his nightstand. He disliked the morning, he would always be lazy. Seeing that there was no way of getting out of the sun, he got out and pushed his sheets over his legs, swinging them around. He got up and went to his bedroom, organizing his hair, he got some gel and made it stand up at the end like always. Soon he heard his phone vibrating and it fell to the floor. Piking it up he read the message and texted back. Sure........ what do you want to do? He put his phone down and went to go brush his teeth.

[sɪssᴏʀʜᴀɴᴅs]

{¢υℓℓєи вυякє
....Get up sleepy head.

Cullen pushed himself up against the head board of his large, black bed. He looked at the clock, 7:39, in the morning? This was unusual. He was notorious for sleeping till at least twelve. What in the world was he doing up at seven? There was no use in trying to fall back asleep. Cullen was one of those people who woke up once and that was it, he's up for the rest of the day. He pushed his comforter and blankets down off his legs, rubbing his face tiredly with his hands. Sunlight was forcing itself into his room through the cracks between blinds, thankfully not able to penetrate completely. He stood up and stretched, becoming a little dizzy as he did so. Must have gotten up too fast. He reached for his phone sitting on his bed stand and sent a quick good morning to his best friend, Spencer, before lazily making his way to the bathroom to shower and brush his teeth.

[ursaminor]

A v a
P a t t e r s o n

-||N i c k N a m e:: "Give me one."||--||A g e:: I'm 18 years and 9 months."||--||Status:: "I'm single. Simple as that."||-

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Ava's feet made a soft tap as she walked down the hard wood stairs, her hand lightly trailing against the hand railing. She looked at the pictures on the wall, all of her and her mother from the different places they had been, her favorite of their trip to Montreal. It wasn't like Australia or Paris or anything, but Ava and her mother always liked the simple feeling to it. It had been a short, casual trip that they had done on their spare time, when Ava was eight years old. A small smile grew on her face, and she finished her descent down the stairs, her eyes moving from picture to picture. Once at the bottom, she looked down one short hallway to the front door of their small condo, then down the other one to the living room. She turned to go down the second one, and walked down it, her eyes looking into the living room, just to see if her mom was there, though she knew she wasn't. She let out a sigh at the empty room, and walked over to their old red couch. She grimaced at the bright color, remembering the time she had picked it out herself, begging her mom to get the 'pretty red couches!' They definitely weren't pretty anymore, and Ava doubted they ever were.

She dropped down onto the couch, right onto her phone which had been in her back pocket. Letting out a yelp as the plastic dug into her, she jumped up from the couch, yanking it out of her pocket. She glared at it, and carefully sat down this time, hoping there wasn't anything else in her pocket. Once she had finally sat down, she propped her feet up onto the wooden coffee table in front of her, and picked up the tv remote from the stand that was off to the right side of the couch. She flicked on the tv when her phone vibrated, and she looked at it, realizing she hadn't yet put it down. She smiled when she saw Xander had responded to her previous text, and selected 'read message'. Hmm, she hadn't exactly thought of anything she wanted to do, so for a moment she stared at the empty screen before typing. 'Ummm I dunno, got any ideas?' She typed in, and pressed the send button before setting her phone down beside her, and began surfing through the tv channels, eventually settling on the weather channel, curious to see if there would be good weather, or the occasional random rainy weather.

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[aleieie]

Xander

| Crush ; | Mood ; Normal | Currently ; Thinking |

Xander changed into a pair of shorts and a short sleeved shirt. Putting a monster hat on he went downstairs, phone in his pocket, feeling it vibrate he took it out and looked at it. Ermm........ Swimming? Biking? Carnival! He replied as he sat on his couch wondering if he should get something to eat or not.

[One Is All It Takes]

recap))))))

[ursaminor]

A v a
P a t t e r s o n

-||N i c k N a m e:: "Give me one."||--||A g e:: I'm 18 years and 9 months."||--||Status:: "I'm single. Simple as that."||-

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Ava stared blankly at the tv, not exactly paying attention as the weather lady droned on about pointless things, like humidity percentages. She honestly didn't care about it at the moment. At the moment, she was thinking about what she and Xander could do, and her mind started drifting to other things, some of the things she and Xander used to do when they were little kids, then the fact that their activities changed as they grew older. She sighed, remembering how easy it was to be around him when they were little, now it had become a little weird to her, because she had started noticing things that she usually wouldn't notice about him, things she expected to notice in a cute guy. She sighed and shook her head. She couldn't have these feelings for her best friend! It could jeopardize there entire friendship, and she definitely didn't want to lose what they had now. She turned to her phone next to her, which had vibrated again. Picking it up, she read the message, and a smile immediately appeared on her face at the Idea of a carnival. She began typing, then hit send, sending him this message: 'Oooh!! Carnival! We should do that! What time do you wanna go?' She kept her phone in her hand, waiting for his reply.

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