Shunned {open}

[WILLIS HAILDEN]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,400,true][atrb=background,http://i.imgur.com/LoKpA.jpg][atrb=style, border-radius: 25px; border: 1px dashed #cbcbcb; padding: 10px; color: #a1a1a1;][style=background-image: url('http://i.imgur.com/qvttS.png'); border-radius: 15px; border: 1px dotted #cbcbcb; padding: 10px; width: 100px; float:left; margin-right: -3px;][/style][style=font-size: 30px; color: #d3d3d3; font-family: Arial; margin: 45px 0px 0px -4px;]►[/style][style=float: right; text-align: center; font-size: 28px; font-family: arial narrow; letter-spacing: -2px; color: #656565; margin: -35px 10px 0px 5px;]this is the point of no return[/style][style=float: right; text-align: center; font-size: 10px; font-family: arial; letter-spacing: -1px; color: #a5a5a5; margin: -10px 10px 0px 0px;]WE LOSE WITH HEARTBREAK OVERWHELMING[/style] [style=font-size: 10px; font-family: Arial; color: #656565; padding: 10px; text-align: justify; border-right: 4px solid #dcdcdc; text-transform: none;]Willis sighed to himself as he made his way down the corridors towards his locker. Contrary to his mood,the hallway was alive with chatter as the sons and daughters of New York's elites hurried about the business of doing whatever needed to be done before their drivers arrived. Every now and then, and excited exchange on the upcoming beach party up at so and so's private beach house could be heard... among other weekend plans. Yes, it was that time of the week again - the very end of the week, that is. While any other teenager would be positively ecstatic about two days of freedom, Willis' mind was rather preoccupied with something else. It would be Julia's birthday this Sunday, meaning that for the next two days, the nine-year-old girl would be at the receiving end of his family members' utmost and lavish attention, more so than usual (if that was even possible). That, in turn meant that the existence a certain second son of the family would undoubtedly be... He left the thought unfinished, mentally scoffing at himself instead at the realization of his jealousy. It was... unbecoming, he knew, and fairly pathetic for a seventeen-year-old to feel that way for his younger sibling. But then again, who could look forward to the prospect of being ignored. No, ignored wasn't exactly the right word. Generally, the Haildens left Willis to his own devices, rarely inquiring about him save for the superficial question he received about how he was doing in school every now and then. But when it came to events concerning his sister, it seemed as though his family made it a point to leave him out. Take her last birthday for instance. Her parents had taken both James and Julia out to celebrate the occasion in conjunction with the opening of his father's third restaurant, to which Willis was duly un-invited. And by that, he didn't mean that he wasn't told of the dinner. To quote, his own mother presumably answered, "oh~, I'm sure Will has his own plans for the night," when his dad suggested the notion. Willis had been in the room at the time. He remembered the awkward feeling he struggled to fend off, having specifically rejected the offer to join the run in central park that night just to make himself available for his sister's birthday. Thinking back, he wondered why he had even bothered. Wasn't it the same, year in and year out? It was painstakingly obvious that often times, his family members preferred him not to be around. Occasionally, he would wonder what he had done to warrant the neglect. For the longest time, he had struggled and forced himself to believe that they did not think of him as a burden; and unnecessary addition to their perfect household. He chuckled wryly to himself. Now, that in itself was pathetic. But it was necessary, he knew. To give into the contrary would be denying that he could ever win his father's acknowledgement. Arriving at his locker, the teen swiftly put away his stationary, and in its place, he withdrew a small package, wrapped in pink. A soft smile spread over his face as he checked the package for flaws. There were none. Sure, little Julia would take it as just another present and it was more than likely that the gift would end up collecting dust in some forgotten corner of his sister's well-stocked jewelry box, but it still felt nice to be able to give her something. At the very least, there wouldn't be any condescending remarks lectures from James nor his parents about an older brother's duty. DATE ○ Friday, Second September TIME ○ About three in the afternoon WEATHER ○ Bright and Sunny~! [/style][style=font-size: 10px; font-family: Arial; color: #656565; padding: 3px; text-align: right; border-right: 4px solid #dcdcdc; margin-bottom: 1px; text-transform: none; line-height: 10px;]TAGGED • here here here     WORDS • here     MUSIC • here NOTES • here coded by lovesolfege of ote![/style]

[xoblondie]

[atrb=border,0,ture][atrb=style, background-color: #91C1E6; width: 450px; -webkit-border-radius: 70px; -webkit-border-top-right-radius: 0; -moz-border-radius: 70px; -moz-border-radius-topright: 0; border-radius: 70px; border-top-right-radius: 0;] [style= color: FB72CE; font-family: arial narrow; font-size: 30px; font-weight: bold; text-align: right; padding-right: 20px; text-shadow: -1px 0 white, 0 1px white, 1px 0 white, 0 -1px white;] WELCOME TO THE TEA PARTY[/style][style= font-family: ms gothic; color: white; font-size: 15px; float: right; padding-right: 8px; margin-top: -11px; margin-bottom: 15px;]want to be my vip? you didn't rsvp, that's ok[/style] [style= width: 452px; background-color: F573B9; height: 20px; border-bottom: 8px EACCBF solid; margin-left: -1px; margin-right: -1px; margin-top: 35px;] [/style][style=width:100px; float: right; border: 6px EACCBF solid; margin-right: 26px; margin-left: 15px; margin-top: -70px;][/style] [style=width:100px; float: right; border: 6px EACCBF solid; margin-right: 15px; margin-left: 15px; margin-top: -70px;][/style] [style=width:100px; float: right; border: 6px EACCBF solid; margin-right: 15px; margin-left: 15px; margin-top: -70px;][/style] [style= font-family: arial; font-size: 11px; text-align: justify; margin-right: 20px; color: white; margin-left: 20px;]It was mid afternoon on Friday September the Second... the last friday of the summer before Eve started her university classes. She was skipping her final organized frosh activity (it was a lame trip to China Town, anyway) to come pay her dear brother a visit. It was almost comical, in an ironic sort of way. Since the middle of the tenth grade Eve practically counted down the days until her escape from high school yet here she was, wandering the halls of one Eld Brook Secondary School. Though she thoroughly believed that high school, especially this one, was overrated, she couldn't prevent the feelings of nostalgia from flooding into her mind. She had called this school home for a long four years and Evie had definitely learned alot with its brick walls. Despite the memories that flashed through her mind like a scrapbook some part of Eve - a larger part then she would have liked - would actually miss the damn school. Although a majority of the school population was kind of uptight, most of the teachers were amazing and Eve had made some lifelong friends. Sighing as she took her little walk down memory lane, Eve only half-listened to the conversations going on around her. The hallway was filled with mostly idle chatter - eager fourteen year olds bragging about how much they alcohol they were going to consume this weekend and senior students already beginning to fret about mid terms. At those conversations, Evie chuckled out loud. She had been one of those students but a year ago.... and she was willing to bet that her darling little brother still didn't give a damn about any of it. She loved him to death, but she desperately hoped that he would find his way in life. Now smiling at the thought of her much beloved yet highly unorganized kid brother, Evie's bright blue eyes scanned the buzzing students that littered the hallways, trying to find that familiar head of golden hair. Something caught her eye then, but it certain wasn't the trademark St. Clare hair. He looked like a senior student - he was certainly had the right build to be seventeen or eighteen years old. He was tall and had well kept and slick black hair atop his head, a stark contrast to his fair and almost milky skin. Thin-framed glassed rested on the bridge of his angular nose and his deep, dark eyes seemed, well, troubled. He held a package in his hands, neatly wrapped in bright pink paper and secured with a ribbon. It was a gift, that was for sure. But Evie's heart broke a little when she saw the almost upset look on the boy's face. Who the gift's recipient was, Evie wasn't sure, but the young woman knew that presents and foul moods did not mix well. Lightly biting her bottom lip, Evie wondered what to do. It wasn't her place to bud in and this was a personal affair, but she felt bad for the guy. Hoping that she didn't come across as either nosy or rude (or both), she took a couple of small steps toward him, not wanting to attract any attention for his peers. (Not that it would have happened, anyway for the many teenagers were still preoccupied with making arrangements for the weekend.) "Hey." Eve said softly with a small smile, "You alright?" Her air was unassuming as Eve stood about a foot away from the young man. As she looked at him, Eve couldn't help but notice that he looked vaguely familiar... Well, that made sense. Eve had attended the blasted high school. Maybe they had bumped into each other in the halls once or twice? At this thought, Eve desperately tried to put a name to his face, hoping that if she could address him in a more personal manner her sudden approach would appear less... weird. [/style] [style= background-color: #29A5E3; width: 446px; margin-left: -1px; margin-right: -1px; font-family: ms gothic; font-size: 13px; color: white; padding: 3 3 3 3; text-align: justify;] wordcount: some number goes here.... tag: Willis . notes: Sorry, I know that it's not much to go on for now... . [/style][style= font-family: ms gothic; color: white; font-size: 12px; float: right; padding-right: 8px;]when I'm all steamed up, hear me shout, tip me over and pour me out[/style] [style= font-family: ms gothic; font-size: 17px; text-align: center; color: white;]post page by maria from ote[/style]

[WILLIS HAILDEN]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,400,true][atrb=background,http://i.imgur.com/LoKpA.jpg][atrb=style, border-radius: 25px; border: 1px dashed #cbcbcb; padding: 10px; color: #a1a1a1;][style=background-image: url('http://i.imgur.com/qvttS.png'); border-radius: 15px; border: 1px dotted #cbcbcb; padding: 10px; width: 100px; float:left; margin-right: -3px;][/style][style=font-size: 30px; color: #d3d3d3; font-family: Arial; margin: 45px 0px 0px -4px;]►[/style][style=float: right; text-align: center; font-size: 28px; font-family: arial narrow; letter-spacing: -2px; color: #656565; margin: -35px 10px 0px 5px;]this is the point of no return[/style][style=float: right; text-align: center; font-size: 10px; font-family: arial; letter-spacing: -1px; color: #a5a5a5; margin: -10px 10px 0px 0px;]WE LOSE WITH HEARTBREAK OVERWHELMING[/style] [style=font-size: 10px; font-family: Arial; color: #656565; padding: 10px; text-align: justify; border-right: 4px solid #dcdcdc; text-transform: none;]The young man fumbled, nearly dropping his package when a female voice broke him out of his reverie. Bent over from the attempt to catch the present box, he hoped that he had enough self-restraint to keep himself from squeezing the package too tightly when he caught it. A quick once-over showed that it remained undamaged, which was fortunate since he knew that the intended recipient would not hesitate to toss it away (without opening it) had the wrapping been spoiled in any way. Sighing in relief, he straightened himself, though not without tracing the form of the person who had startled him in the first place. It was rude, he knew. But it wasn't exactly his fault that she was standing but a mere foot away and taking up most of his line line of sight without him trying. Quickly recomposing himself, he pushed his glasses back up the ridge of his well-defined nose. He flashed her a charming smile, the one he was taught to display in the presence of others. "Yes, I'm fine," he lied smoothly. A flash of recognition flickered in his eyes as the blonde's face registered. Regaining his senses, he was suddenly feeling very foolish. A girl comes up to you asking, "You alright?" ... Obviously, she had noticed something. Mentally kicking himself, the teen cleared his throat. "Actually, I just wasn't sure if the girl I'm giving this to will like it," he admitted part of the truth. Sadness returned to his features, "Do you think she'll like it?" Sure, it hurt whenever he realized that Julia never used the presents he gave her, but after more than half a decade, one tends to get used to these things. Granted, the slight pain in his heart told him he might be wrong. For some unfathomable reason, he did still found pleasure in buying things for the little princess of his family. Maybe it would be nice to receive a little appreciation for his efforts? DATE ○ Friday, Second September TIME ○ About three in the afternoon WEATHER ○ Bright and Sunny~! [/style][style=font-size: 10px; font-family: Arial; color: #656565; padding: 3px; text-align: right; border-right: 4px solid #dcdcdc; margin-bottom: 1px; text-transform: none; line-height: 10px;]TAGGED • Eve     WORDS • here     MUSIC • here NOTES • Nah, I didn't exactly give you much to work with either. But his current choice of words would probably bring about some interesting development XD coded by lovesolfege of ote![/style]

[xoblondie]

[atrb=border,0,ture][atrb=style, background-color: #91C1E6; width: 450px; -webkit-border-radius: 70px; -webkit-border-top-right-radius: 0; -moz-border-radius: 70px; -moz-border-radius-topright: 0; border-radius: 70px; border-top-right-radius: 0;] [style= color: FB72CE; font-family: arial narrow; font-size: 30px; font-weight: bold; text-align: right; padding-right: 20px; text-shadow: -1px 0 white, 0 1px white, 1px 0 white, 0 -1px white;] WELCOME TO THE TEA PARTY[/style][style= font-family: ms gothic; color: white; font-size: 15px; float: right; padding-right: 8px; margin-top: -11px; margin-bottom: 15px;]want to be my vip? you didn't rsvp, that's ok[/style] [style= width: 452px; background-color: F573B9; height: 20px; border-bottom: 8px EACCBF solid; margin-left: -1px; margin-right: -1px; margin-top: 35px;] [/style][style=width:100px; float: right; border: 6px EACCBF solid; margin-right: 26px; margin-left: 15px; margin-top: -70px;][/style] [style=width:100px; float: right; border: 6px EACCBF solid; margin-right: 15px; margin-left: 15px; margin-top: -70px;][/style] [style=width:100px; float: right; border: 6px EACCBF solid; margin-right: 15px; margin-left: 15px; margin-top: -70px;][/style] [style= font-family: arial; font-size: 11px; text-align: justify; margin-right: 20px; color: white; margin-left: 20px;]Once Eve had approached and spoken, she saw the young man stumble and she instinctually cringed. Knowing very well that his stumble was caused by her sudden appearance and abruptness, Eve couldn't help but feel, well, guilty. He had obviously been off in his own little world and she just had to barge in and burst his bubble. She saw the perfectly wrapped package teetering in his hands as he fumbled to keep it in his grasp. Fighting the intense urge to rush in a help him, Eve bit her lip nervously. She didn't want to cause him that much trouble. Once he had the gift securely in his hands, she was his body sigh in relief and even Eve let out a breath that she didn't realize she had been holding. Though clearly annoyed, the young man hid his emotions well as he pushed his smart glasses up higher on his nose and smoothly assured Eve that everything was fine. The words Eve were about to say were already on the tip of her tongue - 'Are you sure?', but she kept her mouth shut and gave him a small smile and hoped that it appeared reassuring. Sometimes Eve was too nice for her own good. She was prepared for a rude or snarky remark - she would have deserved it after all, she was the cause of his little fumble and his spiked heart rate. (At least Eve assumed that his heart hammered in his chest after the little scare, just watching him struggle with the package made adrenaline course through Eve's veins.) Though what came out of the young man's mouth was definitely what the perky blonde was expecting. He sounded nervous as he asked Eve that harmless question: Do you think she'll like it? His dark eyes seemed desperate and hopeful as he dropped his previous facade and stood before Eve. Smiling her trademark smile, Eve nodded her head. "Of course she'll like it!" She exclaimed warmly. At least Eve knew that she would be more then ecstatic to receive such a beautifully wrapped little trinket, regardless of what was concealed beneath the paper, "It looks perfect." She complimented sincerely. And that was the truth. Eve wondered, then, why he was so worried about the gift. The handsome young man before her had clearly put a lot of time and effort into its appearance, so it was fairly safe to assume that the gift itself was quite precious. Though it was only speculation, Evie was curious as to who the poor guy's girlfriend was. If she really loved him, it wouldn't matter what was in the box. Unfortunately, Eve's curiosity got the best of her as she carefully approached the very touchy topic of relationships. Again, it wasn't her place to even inquire about such things, but the young man seemed so frazzled, she wanted to give him some peace of mind, "She loves you... of course she'll like it." Eve said reassuringly, the warm smile not faltering off her fair face. Well, she should love you. Eve commented inwardly, sneaking a brief glance down at the small package in the stranger's hands. Her own family didn't even put that much effort into wrapping jobs... this mystery woman had a lot to be thankful for, stumbling across such a thoughtful young man. [/style] [style= background-color: #29A5E3; width: 446px; margin-left: -1px; margin-right: -1px; font-family: ms gothic; font-size: 13px; color: white; padding: 3 3 3 3; text-align: justify;] wordcount: 563. tag: Willis . notes: Definitely an interesting development ^^. [/style][style= font-family: ms gothic; color: white; font-size: 12px; float: right; padding-right: 8px;]when I'm all steamed up, hear me shout, tip me over and pour me out[/style] [style= font-family: ms gothic; font-size: 17px; text-align: center; color: white;]post page by maria from ote[/style]

[WILLIS HAILDEN]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,400,true][atrb=background,http://i.imgur.com/LoKpA.jpg][atrb=style, border-radius: 25px; border: 1px dashed #cbcbcb; padding: 10px; color: #a1a1a1;][style=background-image: url('http://i.imgur.com/qvttS.png'); border-radius: 15px; border: 1px dotted #cbcbcb; padding: 10px; width: 100px; float:left; margin-right: -3px;][/style][style=font-size: 30px; color: #d3d3d3; font-family: Arial; margin: 45px 0px 0px -4px;]►[/style][style=float: right; text-align: center; font-size: 28px; font-family: arial narrow; letter-spacing: -2px; color: #656565; margin: -35px 10px 0px 5px;]this is the point of no return[/style][style=float: right; text-align: center; font-size: 10px; font-family: arial; letter-spacing: -1px; color: #a5a5a5; margin: -10px 10px 0px 0px;]WE LOSE WITH HEARTBREAK OVERWHELMING[/style] [style=font-size: 10px; font-family: Arial; color: #656565; padding: 10px; text-align: justify; border-right: 4px solid #dcdcdc; text-transform: none;]Willis couldn't help but feel his heart lighten slightly at the blonde girl's answer. It's nice that someone else can appreciate something like this, he thought, mirroring her smile. "Thank you," he said. If this girl liked it, perhaps Julia might actually take notice of the present this time. But happiness was fleeting as at her next comment, his heart gave a lurch. She loves me... but was that true? Did Julia really love him? Did any of his family members still love him, for the matter? For years, since the birth of his younger sister really, the teen had done his best to avoid this question. Deep down, he knew. All evidences pointed towards the contrary of the blonde's words. And yet, he just couldn't couldn't allow himself to accept it. The truth? Likelier than not, it would break him. Hence, he had chosen to live in the fog of uncertainty that he had created for himself. There was no definite 'yes' but at least, there was no definite 'no' either. As the thoughts spun in his head, a flicker dejection flitted across his visage. For countless times, he had forcibly stopped himself from entertaining this idea. Yet, here in the presence of someone he barely knew, his true feelings were laid bare before him. It was... pathetic, to say the least. He shook his head. It was unbecoming of him to wallow in self-pity. It was cowardly, and it was foolish. But he would keep running away until he could change his family's view towards him... or at least, for as long as he could. He was already working hard in order to gain his father's recognition. He would work harder still, had he knew of a way to do so. That was all there was to it. Suddenly aware of how long he had been caught in his thoughts, he shifted awkwardly. "Sorry," he muttered softly, "how rude of me. Yes, I'm sure she'll like it." If she loves me... he added mentally. There was another awkward pause as he pondered on what to do next. Remembering the earlier part of their short exchange, he closed his locker and shifted his hold on parcel to a more comfortable grip. He flashed her another smile. When was the last time anyone had complemented anything he did? "You know, you've made my day. If you're not too busy, please do allow me to treat you to some coffee." The request sounded a little cliche, but Willis felt that he needed to do something in return for her kind words. They were sincere, and he had felt slightly encouraged by them, which meant a great deal for the boy who had been struggling on his own. [/style][style=font-size: 10px; font-family: Arial; color: #656565; padding: 3px; text-align: right; border-right: 4px solid #dcdcdc; margin-bottom: 1px; text-transform: none; line-height: 10px;]TAGGED • Eve     WORDS • 449     MUSIC • here NOTES • 0_o coded by lovesolfege of ote![/style]

[xoblondie]

[atrb=border,0,ture][atrb=style, background-color: #91C1E6; width: 450px; -webkit-border-radius: 70px; -webkit-border-top-right-radius: 0; -moz-border-radius: 70px; -moz-border-radius-topright: 0; border-radius: 70px; border-top-right-radius: 0;] [style= color: FB72CE; font-family: arial narrow; font-size: 30px; font-weight: bold; text-align: right; padding-right: 20px; text-shadow: -1px 0 white, 0 1px white, 1px 0 white, 0 -1px white;] WELCOME TO THE TEA PARTY[/style][style= font-family: ms gothic; color: white; font-size: 15px; float: right; padding-right: 8px; margin-top: -11px; margin-bottom: 15px;]want to be my vip? you didn't rsvp, that's ok[/style] [style= width: 452px; background-color: F573B9; height: 20px; border-bottom: 8px EACCBF solid; margin-left: -1px; margin-right: -1px; margin-top: 35px;] [/style][style=width:100px; float: right; border: 6px EACCBF solid; margin-right: 26px; margin-left: 15px; margin-top: -70px;][/style] [style=width:100px; float: right; border: 6px EACCBF solid; margin-right: 15px; margin-left: 15px; margin-top: -70px;][/style] [style=width:100px; float: right; border: 6px EACCBF solid; margin-right: 15px; margin-left: 15px; margin-top: -70px;][/style] [style= font-family: arial; font-size: 11px; text-align: justify; margin-right: 20px; color: white; margin-left: 20px;]Standing across from the young man, Eve couldn’t help but notice the relief that slowly but surely cross his striking features as he seemed to process her words. The emotional weight that he had no-doubt been keeping on his slender shoulders seemed to dissipate and a small smile appeared on his lips as he uttered a sincere and genuine ‘thank you’. Feeling rather relieved herself from having her opinion put the man’s mind at ease, Eve couldn’t help but return his smile. Her attentive blue gaze carefully studied his features and noticed how much, well, attractive he was when scorn or worry didn’t occupy his thoughts. Chuckling lightly under her breath, Eve related to the boy and was truly glad to have been able to make things even the slightest bit easier on him. Being rather tightly-wound and high strung herself, Eve knew what a difference even a smile could make – not that she thought he was tightly wound or high strung! Falling back to reality, he seemed to speak his thoughts aloud as he confirmed the fact that the mystery woman would indeed like her little treasure. Taking a moment as if to process what had just passed, what came out of the brunette’s lips next definitely surprised Evie. “Coffee?” Eve echoed aloud, mulling the prospect over in her mind. The boy seemed sweet enough and rather keen on the idea – after all, he had said that she made his day. Having an internal conflict, Eve struggled with the decision. She could really use some down time, but she was supposed to meet up with her damn little brother. Biting her lip, Eve knew what she had to do. Preparing to be as polite with her refusal as possible, an aggressive vibrating in her pocket stole her attention. “Excuse me.” She apologized as her brother’s name flashed across her caller ID. “Hello?” Eve chirped into the receiver of her phone, already expecting whatever (lame) excuse was going to come out of her brothers lips… this time it was ‘homework club’. Rolling her eyes in both amusement and annoyance, Eve shook her head. Since when did he do homework? “Oh, what am I going to do with you Mister St. Clare?” Eve said slightly with a defeated sigh before clicking her phone shut. Homework club my ass… “Sorry,” Eve apologized rather sheepishly while tucking her phone away. Although the interruption was kind of rude, at least it made her decision easier. Smiling, Eve’s eyes lit up, “I’m not really one for coffee, but I like tea.” [/style] [style= background-color: #29A5E3; width: 446px; margin-left: -1px; margin-right: -1px; font-family: ms gothic; font-size: 13px; color: white; padding: 3 3 3 3; text-align: justify;] wordcount: numba here. tag: Willis . notes:This is waaaayyy over due! I’m so sorry for taking this long to post – I had skating stuff and school stuff to deal with. Grr.[/style][style= font-family: ms gothic; color: white; font-size: 12px; float: right; padding-right: 8px;]when I'm all steamed up, hear me shout, tip me over and pour me out[/style] [style= font-family: ms gothic; font-size: 17px; text-align: center; color: white;]post page by maria from ote[/style]

[WILLIS HAILDEN]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,400,true][atrb=background,http://i.imgur.com/LoKpA.jpg][atrb=style, border-radius: 25px; border: 1px dashed #cbcbcb; padding: 10px; color: #a1a1a1;][style=background-image: url('http://i.imgur.com/qvttS.png'); border-radius: 15px; border: 1px dotted #cbcbcb; padding: 10px; width: 100px; float:left; margin-right: -3px;][/style][style=font-size: 30px; color: #d3d3d3; font-family: Arial; margin: 45px 0px 0px -4px;]►[/style][style=float: right; text-align: center; font-size: 28px; font-family: arial narrow; letter-spacing: -2px; color: #656565; margin: -35px 10px 0px 5px;]this is the point of no return[/style][style=float: right; text-align: center; font-size: 10px; font-family: arial; letter-spacing: -1px; color: #a5a5a5; margin: -10px 10px 0px 0px;]WE LOSE WITH HEARTBREAK OVERWHELMING[/style] [style=font-size: 10px; font-family: Arial; color: #656565; padding: 10px; text-align: justify; border-right: 4px solid #dcdcdc; text-transform: none;]It took almost all of his self control not to falter when the blonde echoed his last word. Although his eyes remained soft and his smile light, his heart gave a lurch as he mentally prepared himself for the rejection that he was more than likely to receive. It was silly though for him to feel so strongly about it, since it had been he who had thoughtlessly suggested the notion... randomly, he might add. Was he simply not ready to face his sister's rejection instead? It had been something of a relief when the phone rang. It gave him an opportunity to turn away. It would also make any rejection the girl might give him easier to bear, since an excuse may be made due to the phone call. Whether it was a false or genuine excuse wouldn't matter, as long as it wouldn't seem like the 'no' came out of the blue. Without much ceremony, the teen organized the items in his locker, in preparation for the coming school week. Shutting the locker with a small 'click', the teen raised a curious brow when the girl heaved a sigh, suggesting that the conversation had gone less-than-well. "It's quite alright," he replied when she uttered her apology and put away the device. From her apparel, Willis had guessed that she either wasn't or was no longer a student at his school. The cell phone call however, had confirmed it. He blinked in surprise when the girl's face lit up suddenly in a smile. At the mention of her preference for tea, the youth mirrored her smile. "Very well, tea it is, then," he said with a slight incline of his body. Very much like how he would have treated a girl at one of his father's banquets, the young heir held his free hand out in a gesture to suggest the lady to move first. The cafeterias in the school were well facilitated, but they were hardly considered an adequate place to hang out. No, but there were a few classy coffee shops in the area that would serve his purpose that afternoon well enough; the uptown counterparts of Little Italy. "Please excuse me for just a moment," he said as they reached the main entrance where is steadfast driver awaited. He strode towards the driver's window and handed Julia's present to the middle-aged man behind the wheel. "I'll just be a while," he told the driver. "A gesture of gratitude," he added quickly when the driver offered a curious glance at his companion. "I'll call when we're finished," he said as his own cell phone was placed in his open palm. Willis would only be required to sit in for a late meeting at the office later that day, which gave him plenty of time to grab a drink and perhaps a late lunch as well. "Do you mind if we walk?" he asked, when he had returned to her side. It was probable that the girl might feel awkward about riding such a short distance in a limo; at least, he would have felt awkward about it, and maybe even a little pompous. Had he been up to him, he would have preferred free-running his way home every day than riding in the back seat of a limo paid by his father. But of course, appearances had to be maintained. He let out a small, wry laugh in mid-stride. "I just realized," he admitted, "that I haven't even asked for your name yet. I'm Willis, by the way." Work matters aside, the youth had spent very little time socializing away from his free-running mates. And even then, he spoke relatively little. So, it was no surprise that Willis felt a little out-of-place in the situation that he himself had instigated.[/style][style=font-size: 10px; font-family: Arial; color: #656565; padding: 3px; text-align: right; border-right: 4px solid #dcdcdc; margin-bottom: 1px; text-transform: none; line-height: 10px;]TAGGED • Eve     WORDS • ##     MUSIC • here NOTES • 0_o coded by lovesolfege of ote![/style]

[xoblondie]

[atrb=border,0,ture][atrb=style, background-color: #91C1E6; width: 450px; -webkit-border-radius: 70px; -webkit-border-top-right-radius: 0; -moz-border-radius: 70px; -moz-border-radius-topright: 0; border-radius: 70px; border-top-right-radius: 0;] [style= color: FB72CE; font-family: arial narrow; font-size: 30px; font-weight: bold; text-align: right; padding-right: 20px; text-shadow: -1px 0 white, 0 1px white, 1px 0 white, 0 -1px white;] WELCOME TO THE TEA PARTY[/style][style= font-family: ms gothic; color: white; font-size: 15px; float: right; padding-right: 8px; margin-top: -11px; margin-bottom: 15px;]want to be my vip? you didn't rsvp, that's ok[/style] [style= width: 452px; background-color: F573B9; height: 20px; border-bottom: 8px EACCBF solid; margin-left: -1px; margin-right: -1px; margin-top: 35px;] [/style][style=width:100px; float: right; border: 6px EACCBF solid; margin-right: 26px; margin-left: 15px; margin-top: -70px;][/style] [style=width:100px; float: right; border: 6px EACCBF solid; margin-right: 15px; margin-left: 15px; margin-top: -70px;][/style] [style=width:100px; float: right; border: 6px EACCBF solid; margin-right: 15px; margin-left: 15px; margin-top: -70px;][/style] [style= font-family: arial; font-size: 11px; text-align: justify; margin-right: 20px; color: white; margin-left: 20px;]Smiling her trademark smile, Eve nodded her blonde head enthusiastically when the man’s face lit up and confirmed that they could go out for tea. Reining in her energy, she took a couple small steps as she recognized the invitation for her to move first when he extended his hand. In her mind, she couldn’t help but wonder why she hadn’t seen him around the school more often. Sure, she was older then he was, but Eve was sure she would have remembered and sought out such a sweetheart when she attended the secondary school. Shrugging her shoulders nonchalantly, Eve was gave up on wondering. He politely excused himself, rushing ahead of her for the first time and headed out the school’s front doors. Nodding her head, Eve just stood in wonder as she watched him take his temporary leave. Curiousity bubbled up inside her. He really didn’t seem like he was from around here… far too nice to be a native to this fairly uptown neighbourhood. Though the blonde was not left to her thoughts long for only a few seconds later, he bounded back up towards her, returning to her side. “I love to walk.” Eve confessed as the two began to walk. As they strode out of the school together, she realized that they hadn’t been properly introduced. Before Eve had a chance to even open her mouth to form the question, the brunette beat her to the punch. Willis. Eve repeated his name inwardly. She couldn’t help it – she felt a shine toward the young man. He let out a small, weary and almost nervous laugh when he introduced himself and Eve wanted to help put him at ease. He probably had a lot on his plate and Eve did not want to be one more thing, one more acquaintance, for Willis to worry about. “Eve.” She chirped back with what she hopped to be reassuring smile. Extending her own small hand for him to shake, she tried to make small talk though was genuinely interested in his answer, “So what year are you in?” [/style] [style= background-color: #29A5E3; width: 446px; margin-left: -1px; margin-right: -1px; font-family: ms gothic; font-size: 13px; color: white; padding: 3 3 3 3; text-align: justify;] wordcount: numba here. tag: Willis . notes:I love Will!.[/style][style= font-family: ms gothic; color: white; font-size: 12px; float: right; padding-right: 8px;]when I'm all steamed up, hear me shout, tip me over and pour me out[/style] [style= font-family: ms gothic; font-size: 17px; text-align: center; color: white;]post page by maria from ote[/style]

[WILLIS HAILDEN]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,400,true][atrb=background,http://i.imgur.com/LoKpA.jpg][atrb=style, border-radius: 25px; border: 1px dashed #cbcbcb; padding: 10px; color: #a1a1a1;][style=background-image: url('http://i.imgur.com/qvttS.png'); border-radius: 15px; border: 1px dotted #cbcbcb; padding: 10px; width: 100px; float:left; margin-right: -3px;][/style][style=font-size: 30px; color: #d3d3d3; font-family: Arial; margin: 45px 0px 0px -4px;]►[/style][style=float: right; text-align: center; font-size: 28px; font-family: arial narrow; letter-spacing: -2px; color: #656565; margin: -35px 10px 0px 5px;]this is the point of no return[/style][style=float: right; text-align: center; font-size: 10px; font-family: arial; letter-spacing: -1px; color: #a5a5a5; margin: -10px 10px 0px 0px;]WE LOSE WITH HEARTBREAK OVERWHELMING[/style] [style=font-size: 10px; font-family: Arial; color: #656565; padding: 10px; text-align: justify; border-right: 4px solid #dcdcdc; text-transform: none;]Willis indulged himself in a warm smile as the blonde introduced herself. "I'm a junior," he said, suddenly feeling a strangely childish when he said it. Shaking off the awkwardness, he added, "Well, then Eve, shall we?" He would allow her to move first before falling in beside her. That, he decided, was a very gentlemanly thing to do. He took great care though, in keeping his line-of-sight straight and away from the driver. The old man had a nasty habit of teasing him whenever he was seen with a female. The walk down the neatly-kept streets of Uptown New York was pleasant. Despite the time of day, it was neither too hot nor too cold, and a cool breeze blew through the cookie-cutter residences in the neighborhood. More than that though, Willis found himself enjoying the company off his new friend. It was like when he was spending time with his free-running buddies. Well, almost... except different. It was a relief, he supposed. Unlike when entertaining the acquaintances of the Haildens, where it was understood that he played the role of Oscar Hailden's charming and well-mannered second son for the purpose of maintaining his family's image, he donned the role of 'host and escort' simply because he enjoyed it. It felt right, and it felt nice. Ever the attentive host, he turned towards the lady and asked, "So, do you have a preference? Perhaps Max Soha, or La Pregunta or maybe even Society cafe?" He wasn't really what one could term an expert on the social hubs of New York, but he'd heard enough gossip to know where to find quality food and drink. It was amazing how much time rich kids had on their hands. And although he had not frequented them himself, he'd passed by the shops often enough during his free-running excursions to know where they were. So far, he was looking forward to a quiet afternoon before the likely lengthy meeting later that evening and what was probably the most stressful annual event ahead: Julia's Birthday. [/style][style=font-size: 10px; font-family: Arial; color: #656565; padding: 3px; text-align: right; border-right: 4px solid #dcdcdc; margin-bottom: 1px; text-transform: none; line-height: 10px;]TAGGED • Eve     WORDS • ##     MUSIC • here NOTES • Sorry it's a bit short. And yes, I googled cafes in uptown nyc >.< coded by lovesolfege of ote![/style]