Can`t you just accept us? 1x1 w/nebula.

[ｓｉｌｅｎｃｅｄ;;]

It all started with two girls. They were complete opposites, but best friends. They grew up together, all their life they couldn`t be pulled apart. Many found them adorable, and they were like this all through their lives, even in high school. However, the two have a secret. They aren`t straight, rather they`re bisexual or lesbian, they were not straight. Neither wanted to come out, in spite fear of the words that might be said. But, as the two get closer, secrets are told. Will the girl who`s family is homophobic learn to accept their daughter? Or will she run to her best friend for acceptance? Only time will tell..




Olivia Wheatley- homophobic family - nebula.
Zoey Alexander - family is accepting - me

[jane lane]

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ɴᴀᴍᴇ; olivia paige wheatley. she's nicknamed both liv and via by her best friend zoey.
ᴀɢᴇ; she's 17 years old. her birthday is on the fourteenth of august.
ᴘᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ; shy, meek, polite, kind, passionate, humorous, clumsy at times and sarcastic around the ones she knows.
ʜᴀɪʀ; she has dark brown hair just a few inches below shoulder length, and she has a fringe across her forehead. image to the left.
ᴇʏᴇs; she has eyes the same green hue as moss, flecked at the edges with golden brown and grey. her eyelashes are naturally long.
sᴋɪɴ; her skin is pale and clear, except for a very small birthmark to the left of the small of her back.
sᴛʏʟᴇ; she has no particular "style", but she usually wears outfits made up of dresses [typically shirt dresses] with cute collars, sheer and woolen tights, cardigans, kitten heeled ankle boots and ballet pumps. she also often wears normal jeans [both cropped and skinny], skirts, button up shirts [with the sleeves rolled to her elbows], graphic tees, vans and converse.
sᴄᴀʀs ᴀɴᴅ ʙʀᴜɪsᴇs; as said above, she has a birthmark, but other than that all she has are scuffed knees.
ʙᴏᴅʏ ᴍᴏᴅɪғɪᴄᴀᴛɪᴏɴs; she has her ears pierced, but nothing else. she would like to get a tattoo as well, but is too afraid to go ahead with it.
ғᴜɴ ғᴀᴄᴛs; her favourite thing to do is photography, particularly of nature and landscapes. she has had her cat, patch, since she was just three years old. she has attended six greenpeace marches and three sit-ins, and is an environmentalist vegetarian.
ʟɪᴋᴇs; photography, vintage clothes, cats, animals, jewelry, nature, french music, sleeping with sirens, all time low.
ᴅɪsʟɪᴋᴇs; homophobes, rap music, pollution, poachers, hunters, waste.

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[ｓｉｌｅｎｃｅｄ;;]

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Lɪᴋᴇ ᴀ ᴅɪᴀᴍᴏɴᴅ
Fʀᴏᴍ ʙʟᴀᴄᴋ ᴅᴜsᴛ
Iᴛ's ʜᴀʀᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴋɴᴏᴡ
Wʜᴀᴛ ᴄᴀɴ ʙᴇᴄᴏᴍᴇ
Iғ ʏᴏᴜ ɢɪᴠᴇ ᴜᴘ
Sᴏ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ɢɪᴠᴇ ᴜᴘ ᴏɴ ᴍᴇ
Pʟᴇᴀsᴇ ʀᴇᴍɪɴᴅ ᴍᴇ ᴡʜᴏ I ʀᴇᴀʟʟʏ ᴀᴍ

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"They say every girl has two sides. I`m Zoey Alexander."

"Hello there, I`m Zoey Alexander, but you may call me Zoe if you wish. My name isn`t the most common name known to man kind, but it`s far from rare. Oh, I guess you`re wondering what my middle name is? My middle name is Marie. Very girly, no? I never liked how it sounded, but everyone else seems to like it. My last name is Alexander, and I just really adore it. I am currently seventeen years of age, almost an adult. I was born on April thirteenth, which was a Friday. Making it Friday thirteenth, weird huh? Let`s see..I`m five foot two inches, yes I am rather short, but it`s okay. Even if it wasn`t, there`s really not much I could do about it. I weigh about one hundred and eleven pounds, which to me is an okay weight. I have ice blue eyes with little flecks of black in them, surrounded by full black lushes lashes. I have natural blonde hair, but as you can tell I added black to it. I have my nose pierced and that`s it."

"My personality is something not one word can really describe. I am as some people like to say "a rebel." I like to say I follow my own rules, but it`s whatever. I enjoy "bending the rules", I don`t want someone telling me how to live my life. I`ve been told I`m "bi-polar" but I don`t think so..Sure, I can change moods fast, but so do all teens! Am I right? Yes, I am. I don`t see why people view me as bi-polar, because well..I don`t know. I don`t think I am. Moving on, like every girl I have a dark side. I`m sometimes on the "depressing side" when in all honesty, I`m just showing part of my true colors. I adore music that others hate, like Bring Me The Horizon, Sleeping With Sirens, Mayday Parade, Of Mice & Men, Asking Alexander, ect. Many people try labeling me as "emo", but I just laugh because I cannot be labeled. Then there`s my other half, the bright me. I adore socializing and making friends. I like to draw, I love animals and being around people. At times, I can be a social butterfly. I`ll start random conversations with strangers at times, only if I`m in a good mood. Mysterious. Yes. People have told me I`m mysterious, and I must agree. I like to sneak around, I like to start telling you something then suddenly stop because "I`ve told you too much." At times you can see me lurking in the shadows, watching you silently. I`m not judging, but I am gathering certain information in which you`ll never know of."

" I grew up in the city with my father. My mother died of cancer when I was younger, so it was just me and my father. I was to young to remember my mother, so growing up was pretty easy without her. However, as I got older, I started to question her father. He would make up excuses, trying to avoid the subject. I would always agree, until one night I had enough. I begged and begged, and finally my father revealed the ugly truth. I remember I cried my to sleep for about a week, not just because of my mother, but the pain on my father`s face was horrid. I soon forced myself to "forget" everything that happen, to be happy and not care. It worked, because I grew up happy with my father, until the horrible night of April 25th. The night my father got into a car crash. They weren`t sure if he would survive..And well he didn`t. They said I was to young to live alone, so they sent herme to a home. I couldn`t stand the foster parents, so I did the last thing I could; I fled to my last resort..My aunt and uncle."

"Everyone has flaws, but do we have to talk about mine? Yes? Ugh, okay. Well, for one I`m very clumsy. I`ve tripped over carpets and just air in general, countless times. I once dislocated my shoulder when I tripped down a hill. Man did that hurt. I also tend to speak my mind..A lot. I don`t care weather or not you asked for it, if I feel the need to voice my opinion, I will. Sorry..Not really. I lack self confidence, something I absolutely hate. I can`t ever seem to find much to like about me, but sadly I just don`t like my looks."

"My best friend is Olivia. She`s amazing and pretty funny. Even though she`s like the total opposite of me, some how we click. While we`re on the topic of relationships, I currently have no boyfriend nor crush. No one has really caught my eye yet. Yet."

[jane lane]

Olivia stretched out and yawned, groaning as sunlight filtered through the window, bouncing off the mirrored door of her wardrobe and hitting her in the face. She buried herself beneath the covers, hugging one of the many pillows that she slept with. The sound of her door creaking slightly was followed by the padding of four paws, and the heavy warmth of Patch curled itself up at the girl's feet. With a sleepy smile she sat up to reach over and stroke the cat from his head down to his tail, resulting in a loud purr. She chuckled and swung her legs out of bed, using her hands to push herself out and stand. Yawning, she folded back the corner of the duvet she'd pushed back to get up. She picked up her phone from her bedside table and texted Zoey as she did every morning. "morning. x"

[ｓｉｌｅｎｃｅｄ;;]

Zoey sighed softly, her hand slapping around her bedside table to find her phone that was screaming her favorite song,"Timber" by Ke$ha. After what felt like forever, her hand reached the ice cold surface of her iPhone. Instantly she jerked her hand away, cursing under her breath. The phone continued to scream, reminding her she needed to give it attention. Zoe lifted her head to look at the screen. It was blurred, so she brought her hands to her eyes and rubbed them a few times. She gazed over at the screen once more, "New text from; Via<3!" She smirked, putting in her pass code to reveal the message. She smiled, reading over the message, then replying. 'morning beautiful .xxx'

[jane lane]

Olivia heard her phone vibrate just moments later and returned to her bedside table, retrieving it and smiling at her best friend's reply. "did you sleep well? xxx" She tapped out, before pressing send. With iPhone in hand she shuffled to her en suite bathroom, plugging it into the speaker that sat in the corner beside a towel rack. After stripping down to get in the shower she unlocked her phone again and put on a playlist of Sleeping With Sirens, George Brassens and dubstep. Making sure the door was locked she stepped into the shower and under the water, lathering her hair with shampoo and washing herself, all the while singing along to the music.

[ｓｉｌｅｎｃｅｄ;;]

{ Hello! Since it is Christmas Eve, I won`t be replying tonight. I hopefully(probably) will tomorrow night, however c: Thanks for understanding!

[jane lane]

no worries c:

[ｓｉｌｅｎｃｅｄ;;]

Zoey sighed softly, stretching yet once again, just to be sure every bone was ready. I stood up, tugging my tank top up and over my head. It dropped to the floor in a neon green heap, looking as though it was popping against the dark brown carpet. My hands found their way to my pants strings when my phone went off. I hopped over to my bed side, plopping down on my bed as I read the message. I smiled slightly, deciding to joke around with her. 'It was lonely..but okay. Could've used a snuggle buddy xxx' I smiled, shaking my head as I pulled my pants down and off. I walked over to my closet, pulling out some bright pink skinny jeans, black combat boots then a bright blue shirt that stopped just above my belly button, the flirty tie on the bottom tickling my stomach with every move. I ran a brush through my hair before running the straightened through it. Once it was perfectly straight, and I burnt my finger a few times, I began doing my make up; two coats of mascara, light cost of concealed and then lip balm. I smiled slightly at my reflection before grabbing my phone and heading downstairs.

[jane lane]

Once Olivia had finished in the shower, gotten out, and wrapped herself in a towel, she retrieved her phone from the speaker that sat in the corner of the bathroom. Noticing that Zoey had replied she opened the message, perching on the edge of her bed and reading it. She smiled to herself and replied, "Should've called me. D'you wanna come over? xx" before standing up again and walking to her wardrobe. Not that bothered about what she wore, she grabbed a black and white striped woollen jumper, a pair of burgundy skinny jeans and black Vans. Hopping around on one foot, she pulled the jeans onto and up her legs, then tugging the jumper over her head and hiding her hands at the hems of the sleeves while she slipped her feet into her shoes. She took her hair dryer from a drawer, plugging it in and blasting her hair with it till it was dry. After returning it to its place she picked up a brush from her bedside table and ran it through her hair till it was rid of knots. Taking a hair tie from around her narrow wrist she put her hair up in a messy bun, and left her room with phone in hand.