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[jade makayla wentworth]

scar tissue that i wish you saw
sarcastic mister know it all

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One of the many benefits about living in LA was that you could go and get ice cream any day, and no one would look at you like you were completely insane. Even if it was winter they couldn't. Of course it wasn't winter, it was Spring, but still. Had she been up North all of the dairy queens were closed during winter, but they were always open in California. Which, of course, was a big deal for Jade. Because she wasn't like other actresses, who shoved their fingers down their throats to stay stick thin. Even if she didn't just stay naturally thin, and have an active life she would never stoop so low. She'd never even been on a diet...once someone had suggested she lose just a few pounds and go into the modeling business, and she told them where to stick their modeling business. Needless to say no one had ever suggested she do anything to her weight again.

Smart move on their part, I say.

And that was, of course, why she found herself walking to the dairy queen on a sunny May morning...yes, walking, because even though she could easily have drove her shiny yellow porsche she instead chose to walk, and enjoy the sunny morning. Of course it was only morning in terms of Jade, or anyone else who considered one in the afternoon morning. She had woken up at eleven o'clock, which was early. Every now and then she would have to force herself out of bed early, for some kind of movie try out, or something of the sort, but mostly her pretty little alarm clock (that matched her pretty little bed spread) went unused, and her big queen sized bed did not. Of course the fact that she liked to stay up all hours of the night was probably why she was always so tired in the mornings...but what twenty year old didn't like to party?

As Jade finally reached her yummy ice cream-y palace a smile appeared on her naturally pale pink colored lips. She could pretty much taste the ice cream already. Of course what kind she was getting she had yet to decide...that would happen when she was standing in front of the menu. She'd just pick the first thing she saw. Jade was horrible at making her own decisions, everyone said so, and so she usually just picked at random.

Walking into the place she felt the cool air hit her skin, which she had to admit felt good, even if she liked the warmth of California. Walking over to the counter with her pretty much silent, and very graceful moves (from years of dancing lessons her mother kind of forced on her) she stopped, and looked up at all of her choices. Those choices that where going to be the death of her.

Jade's dark blue eyes scanned over the menu's, barely even taking them in. She was going to get the first thing that really caught her eye...and then she saw it. In all the scribbles that where the wonderful types of ice cream only one thing really popped out to her. She didn't even pay any attention to the people behind her who were probably annoyed, or to the worker who was probably more so. "Okay, I know what I want." She said, finally, a smile appearing on her face. "A chocolate-vinilla twirl thing, on a cone."[/b] And, yes, it really took her all that time just to order a classic ice cream cone. The same exact one that five year olds ordered. Only their were much, much smaller. Because when Jade's arrived it was huge. She knew she wasn't going to be able to eat it all, but she still grabbed it, thrusting the proper amount of money at the worker, and walking away with a bit of a polite smile.

Now was when she could either go outside and sit in the sun, or stay inside with the air conditioning. But after only thinking for half a second she decided on going outside, as her ice cream would keep her cool, and she'd just eat it before it melted.

Once she found herself outside, with her ice cream in hand, she sat herself down at one of the tables, and took a lick of her cool ice cream, savoring the coldness of it against her tongue. She couldn't help but let a "Mmm" escape her lips, as the smile on her lips only widened. She felt like she was a little kid again.

status• finished
word count• 800 words, without coding
outfit• click!
lyrics• scar tissue - the red hot chili peppers
notes• ehh <3[/sup][/color]

[domonic kessler]

"Wait, sir, before you order," The fifteen-year old running the cash register said, "Do you actually have money this time?"

That voice. Nic knew that voice. It wasn't a familiar familiarity. He slowly brought his hazel eyes down from the menu to look the brown-eyed girl in the face. She snapped her gum at him, just like she had done the last time he was there. Great. "Don't you have any friends?" Nic asked her, "Why are you the person who always serves me? Do you live here? Are you the only worker here?"

She narrowed her heavily-eyelined eyes at him. "Of course I have friends...but you still didn't answer the question," She drummed her black nails on the counter, "Do you have money, today?"

Nic looked behind him so saw he was, unfortunately, the only customer in the line. Well...crap. "Look," He turned back to her and peered at her name tag, "Christina," his eyes then went to her pissed-off face, "I've got a wife at home. She's pregnant and she wanted Dairy Queen. I don't know why she wanted Dairy Queen, because your food sucks, but her pregnant cravings demand it. She needs me and your arguing isn't getting me back to her child-carrying side any faster."

There was a silence as Nic fought to keep a straight face. The fifteen-year-old didn't seem to find that very funny. "Okay, sir, cut the bull shit or I'm going to ask you to leave." She said, "Do you have money, or no?"

"I've never been spoken to so rudely in my life!"

"It's about time. If you don't answer me by the time I count to three-"

"Are you even allowed to do this?"

"One-"

"Where's your manager?"

"Two-"

"What would your mother think?"

"Thr-"

"OKAY FINE!" Nic's hands flew up to the neon green hat on his head. He took the accessory off and pulled out his wallet. "Jesus Christ," He sighed, exasperated. He opened his heavily duct-taped wallet and began filing through the credit cards, old library cards, Indiana driver's license (he should get one for California), and pictures until he got to the dollar bills. Yeah, this time he actually had more than chump change. He pulled out a ten and dropped it on the counter. "There," He spat, dropping the wallet back into his hat and placing the hat back over his messy brown hair. "Now can we do business?"

She arched her eyebrow at the ten dollar bill. Nic rolled his eyes, "Now what's wrong?"

"A ten?" She looked him over, "You don't have any more?"

"Why do you care?" He inquired, rubbing his temples.

"I really don't...but you wear really nice clothes...so I thought you carried around hundreds and fifties..."

"Yeah, well...not today." But, not gonna lie, Nic was flattered that she figured him to be a rich guy. And to be honest with you, he only found the ten because it was lying on the sidewalk on his way home from the laundromat. "Look, are you gonna serve me or not? Because, I'll take my ten dollars to McDonalds and they'll serve me in a heartbeat."

He reached for the wrinkly, green bill, but her small hands were quicker and she snatched it off the counter. "What would you like today, sir?" She asked with the fake-sweet tone you get at every fast-food joint.

"Oh, NOW you're being nice," He frowned at her before glaring at the menu. During all that time they argued, Nic had no idea what he wanted. "Umm.........I dunno....uhhhhh..."

He jumped when the girl slammed her head against the register.

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After what seemed like forever, Nic walked out of Dairy Queen proudly holding a vanilla cone. He wanted a fudge sundae with whipped cream – his usual – but after everything they went through, the girl refused to make it for him. So, the cone would do. He grinned before running his tongue along the cool treat. The only thing better than regular food was dessert, in his opinion.

He began his trek home, his brightly colored shoes slapping against the sidewalk. Then, he stopped. He was in no rush to get home. Why not sit down and chillax?
So he turned around to go park himself at a table. That's when he saw a girl at one of the tables. He smiled at her. He hadn't seen her before. She was pretty...and she seemed alone. Nic could be good company. He walked back over to her and smiled. "Hi," He greeted, hoping this random situation wasn't awkward for her, "May I sit with you?"

Waaaaaay to sound like a six year old on the local bus, Domonic Kessler.

status-le COMPLETE
word count-currently, the word count box thingy says....862, but that includes coding and i don't have time to fix that >.<
outfit-i'll get that for you later...just look at his siggy. that's basically it.
music-she's a lady ~ forever the sickest kids
comments-meh............i hope to post better next time. oh and yes, we fast food people do get annoyed when people don't know what they want. >.< [/font]