-- we're in a sin baby{{ westin hurley

[harlem vanity]

WE'RE IN A S I N BABY!
and these are my rules

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harlem liked wes. he was strong, independent, funny, and loyal. a good typical friend. a friend she needed when her boyfriend was too busy trying to get his musical talents recognized. why in the world did she encourage him in the first place? thats all he thinks, does, and talks about nowadays. not even the common courtesy to call harlem!

i mean, what kind of boyfriend doesn't call to check up on his love every night? harlem was used to being adored, and she loved it. it was her spot. no, being a whore was only sometimes. and it wasn't a whore kind of... probably just a little small crush on wes while kent basically ignored her. it was practically like, wes was there, when kent was not.

that was really what mattered to harlem. being there. to hold her hand. to comfort her. a bed warmer. a blanket. a comforter. but still, harlem just had this sort of.... attraction. to westin hurley. it was un-expected. he wasn't the usual bad-ass rebel scene kid that harlem was used to hanging out with.

but harlem couldn't help but think of how kent would feel if he ever really did find out. and she partly couldn't make up her mind. wes was a risk... kent was hers since practically kindergarten. and he no longer made harlem feel alive.


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tag• ashley (wes)
outfit• click.!
other• sexual tension. LOL!
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[westin hurley]

it was like being the new kid all over again, to be really honest. wes had lived in california for around for years now, (and loved it, of course), but it was his first time around hollywood itself. he'd heard rumors of how busy and dangerous and fun and fast-paced and amazing it could be more times than he could count, but he was having a hard time trying not to second-guess himself. doubts were growing more and more common in the back of his brain as he tried to focus on hooking up with a band, or, more frequently, some girl. it was a hit and run lifestyle, and he found himself neglecting his new condo, which was in dire need of a maid or some serious t-l-c. wes wasn't about to offer any, seeing as he was stuck in a rut, much like i said before. but, oh, it goes so much deeper than being able to keep up with the lifestyle.

last night, he thought he'd treat himself to his first-ever chinatown experience. he'd never actually had it before, and the sweet-and-sour-pork he ordered seemed to be missing the 'sweet' element. that ended up in the trash, and he called in for a pizza delivery instead. it took three hours to get to his apartment, if you can believe it, and by then, he just decided to go on a temporary diet of red wine. he'd always liked that stuff, until this point. why the change of tune? it turns out that wine is a bitch of a stain to get out of anything - especially a brand new bed-spread. drunk-dialing got a little twisted, and westin ended up moaning and complaining on the phone to his mother back on the east coast, at two o'clock in the morning - her time. she didn't necessarily comment on his drunken slur and stupor, but her tone was obvious that she didn't approve. no matter how far gone wes was, he could even hear that, as he hunch over his comforter set and scrubbed away at the splash of burgundy on the fabric until it was no longer visible. and after that? he passed out on the floor, only to wake up an hour ago.

complete with the haze of a slight hangover, he roamed the streets of los angeles without a clue in mind of where he was going. infact, he barely knew what time it was, and he was too lazy to bother someone with the question. it's not like he had a curfew. all he needed to enjoy himself was a stranger, but the slightly familiar glint of platinum blonde hair caught his eye, and he immediately switched his route. he could buy a lamp and letter opener any other day, he figured, as a deviously crooked smirk stretched across his newly tanned face. strangers were good to talk to if you were desperate, but acquaintances were always a step up. and harlem was much higher on the rungs of that conversation ladder, and quite a few other scales as well. thus, he maneuvered his way through the crowded streets to sidle up next to her.

at first, he said nothing, just scratching his head, and staring at his feet as he greatly shortened the length of his strides to keep pace with her. he wasn't really a big fan of cheesy or tacky one-liner greetings... but he was definitely out of his element, and a little out of breath. she'd have to suffice, with his meek little salutation. "harlem, harlem, harlemm," he shook his head as if it were a real tradgedy they ended up on the same sidewalk. far from it. "long time no see," he mused with that annoying, classic facade. how lame.

words – six hundred and thirty wtf
listening to – until tomorrow , paramore
status – done , but i can't say i'm proud
notes – rambling messssss ugh D:< sorry
tagged – wes and harlem.
outfit – click

[harlem vanity]

WE'RE IN A S I N BABY!
and these are my rules

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as harlem was thinking her crazy, stupid, unfraned, thoughts, she felt someone behind her. " well if it isn't old hurley. " she said with a chuckle, stopping to smile at him. " don't suck in the starstrukk ability, still remember; this is my town. " har added, grinning. it was usual for her to bump into friends on the street and exchange stories, bought items, gossip, etc. part of the L.A. fun. her statement was true; the vanity family was the modern marilyn monroe of los angeles. the starlets, and starstrukk children of oleysia were just the begginning of a very long line of wealthy, stuck-up, west side, brats with the name of vanity.

a soft laugh escaped harlem, as she remembered her first years in los angeles out of high school. " let that be a sort of... friendly welcome from the vanity family, congrats, you're on the l.a. social ladder and the vh1 top countdown. " harlem said, smirking up to him. wes had a sort of, disheveled and still clean hair and style going on. but it worked for him, surprisingly. it was true, westin hurley was one of the top artists on itunes, mtv, and vh1. a new superstar you could call him.

for a bleak moment, harlem got lost in herself. she found that she had stared at him for a whole minute; speechless. " so, any new hookers to bring home to mommy and daddy? it's l.a. after all," harlem joked, still smiling. something about wes made her smile. was it his messy hair? or his tilted crooked smile? or the cracks he made, that brightened her whole day? well hell, maybe she thought too much of him, but she knew one thing, wes made her feel alive. and more happy. when har was with kent... just, nothing flew. still though, she felt bottled up, hiding her feelings from wes.

was it unfair? was she being a little heartbreak bitch? was it selfish of harlem? what am i thinking, he's a total player, girls are lining up to date him she thought, silently, to herself. but she wasn't any super-crazed one-night fan. she was harlem vanity. the most common topic in hollywood talk. then harlem thought of kent, and what he was doing. probably on that damn laptop fixing his guitar through some computer. the couple had spent last night together, but kent had barely been there, and har knew it. how could you tell your boyfriend you were slowly starting to lose him and your grip of sanity?

but harl couldn't let kent go. he had been there when her mother died, and comforted her crying, and insanity. couldn't she just be a supportive girlfriend and comfort him too? what kent wanted, was music. and hell, harlem had all the connections to help. for christ sake, they had been friends since pre-school, and... it scared harlem to not have kent anymore. ofcourse they couldn't ever be "just friends" again. it was too little to what they used to be.


status• done!
words• 516
tag• ashley (wes)
outfit• click.!
other• awww. s'okay. :]
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[westin hurley]

westin arched an eyebrow, which quickly disappeared beneath his unkempt hair-line. his dark eyes narrowed on her frame, and he found himself tilting his head to the side with curiosity. "old hurley?" he repeated, snorting slightly at the name, before rolling his eyes - putting on quite the melodramatic affair as she went on to claim this as her town. he didn't really disagree, but where would the fun be if she just nodded along? it would be nonexistent, which was the very reason he opened his mouth once again, working hard to fight a childish grin. "your town. hm, it's funny, because i never heard of you until about a month ago." he sing-songed - deciding absent-mindedly to drag out his words, even though they were already very slow, thanks to that seemingly permanent southern drawl. he didn't seem to notice, though. he was partially distracted; focusing his minimal attention on the sound of her laugh. he seemed confused once again, but he didn't think she was laughing at him persay. so he let it fly under his radar.

"i don't really know about any social ladder," he shrugged slightly, narrow shoulders shifting cautiously under the rolled-up sleeves of his shirt. "but i was number three on that tv show countdown... thing." surprisingly enough, his ego wasn't yet big enough to make him religiously follow his own popularity. he just signed things when he was asked, and smiled when people took pictures. a subtle silence fell between them for a fraction of a moment too long, and he found himself anxiously trying to escape that subject. that wasn't gloating, was it? he glanced down at harlem carefully, actually having to slouch, which threw away his element of secrecy. nevertheless, she seemed lost. atleast for the time being. he was content with that - knowing he hadn't done or said anything to shut her up. his gaze flickered back down to the concrete when attention was turned back to him, and he questioned his sudden shyness internally. that was new.

the talk of hookers usually didn't pull out that effect. either way, he tried to play it off. he was not going to be that kid that froze up around girls. well, obviously that wasn't him, but his reactions were a little slower than normal. he'd just blame it on the hangover if asked. "first of all, i don't take anything home to my mom except an empty stomach," he murmured down to her, pressing his callused fingertips together as he thought, taking his good sweet time to think up more dialogue as he strolled beside her. "and second, no. i've hit a dry spell with the supposed 'flood of girls,'" he rolled his eyes even at that. yes, he was getting popular. but it wasn't an epidemic or anything. he was being sarcastic - apparently a non-believer, although it was pretty true that girls had declared him one of the latest things. he wouldn't admit to it, but it was flattering. he turned his attention back to her, looking thoroughly smug.

"what makes you ask, anyway?" he inquired, his head inclined as he proposed the question. he was honestly just teasing her - all in good fun. but if it wasn't her business, as he was jokingly implying, did she want to become involved? wes shook his head as he mentally shook the thought away. no. no no. she was too nice of a girl to corrupt with his drama and all other things entailed.... yet, he still couldn't help but wonder. "i don't ask you how your romantic interests are playing out." he stated matter-of-factly, carefully wording it because, quite frankly, he wasn't a firm believer in love himself.

words – six hundred and twenty-two
listening to – consider the sea , versaemerge
status – complete , mhmmm yessirrr
notes – what an awkward little boyyy.
tagged – wes and harlem.
outfit – click

[harlem vanity]

WE'RE IN A S I N BABY!
and these are my rules

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harlem smiled sweetly. " yeah, you're old enough. atleast around this town. " she said, looking into wes in complete adoration. wes had a life, harlem had... fame. and let it get to herself. cocky you could say, but she just knew the truth. " oh please, the vanity family is the face of l.a.! " harlem added with a chuckle. it was true. most people thought of olyseia vanity when they thought of los angeles. well yes, harlem was obnoxious and self-centered, what socialite isn't? the way wes talked... was... charming, goofy, unique, and totally not ordinary. but it was cute in a way, and somehow, attractive. har was not usually the type of "jump in my pants" girl, but with wes, it seemed... well, different.

a number three on the top countdown on vh1 was basically, a record for yourself. and wes's songs had been on the countdown for weeks! it was like bumping into a brand new legend. ofcourse, wes was new, and hadn't been chewed on by the dirty public. pretty soon, wes would be a rockstar and harlem would not be alone with him right now. unless both stars were wearing wigs and huge sunglasses. but to harlem, attention never got boring. " really?! the vh1 countdown? oh so i can be seen talking to you. haha, i'm just kidding, you know, you're an alright kid. " harlem said, putting a flirty grin on her face.

the fact that no crazy fangirls were out on the streets throwing themselves at wes surprised harlem. that's how it was for her brother. anyways, harlem was barely ready to stay still, as she was holding tight gripped in her hands, a bag from barney's which contained the dress she was going to wear to dinner tomorrow with tyler. " what?! we're celebrities! people live to throw themselves at us, helpless. we are like gods. " harlem said. but oh boy, wes had brought up relationships and love.

" well, truth be told, i don't believe in love. i do believe in relationships though. and it's just my job to be nosy and unrespective. " harlem said, grinning. it was true, harlem didn't buy that whole 'i love you' shit. to her, it was three words that were said too often and used too loosely. or maybe it was because har was afraid of love... either way, she would never know exactly about her own feelings. even she couldn't figure herself out. and how difficult could that really be?

they might as well lock her up in an asylum, because harlem couldn't even decide her own feelings about her boyfriend since practically kindergarten! did she not want to let tyler go, because he was comforting? her dad knew him, liked him enough, he was in her social circle, friends with her friends, knew her life, secrets, and he had always been her shoulder to cry on. harlem bent her ankle and twisted her hip to the side a bit, leaning on the heel of her converse sneakers. " so no whores are after you? i mean you're cute enough... " harlem trailed off in thought. " compliments don't come from me often. charish that while you have it. " she added quickly.

compliments didn't seem worth it to harlem. stupid sayings to make people feel better about themselves. it wasn't really necessary, and just told lies. like "oh you look so good!", but she did mean it completely when she called wes cute. he had the whole messy disheveled look down, and emo skater band boy thing going on.


status• done!
words• 606
tag• ashley (wes)
outfit• click.!
other• haha, what a little whore!
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[westin hurley]

she had a point with the whole age thing, even though it was just a brief outspoken thought. he mulled this over quietly, trying to put a price on being twenty-one. he thought that was young. he thought he'd just been thrown onto the chopping block and he had his entire life set out in front of him with plenty of roads and choices to choose and make. he had a good sixty years left, right? he tried to focus on it like that, taking up too much time as he let his mind wander off the beaten path. he only had sixty years left. his face swiftly flew from one end of the spectrum to the other - a content look disappearing into one of vast horror. thank god that was only after she had looked away from him - and yes, he did notice her adoring look. he had attempted to mirror it for humoring purposes. he chose to let the whole 'old' thing go uncounted on. he'd wasted too much time silently blowing it out of proportion anyway.

"i thought that the face of los angeles was for it's 'elite' entertainment capital of the world status." he shrugged and decided to let her win. he really just was too tired to fight, and this was a teasing brawl that wasn't anywhere near worth the trouble. "i guess i'm just easily fooled, huh?" he grinned sheepishly. it was true, although he said it with a slight laugh lulling in with his confession. he jammed his hands into his pockets, urging himself to carry on with their walk. he needed something to keep himself preoccupied. this wouldn't end well if he wasn't distracted by something other than her obvious attractiveness.

he didn't really have a 'type' of girl. as long as she could breathe and walk and was clean... it was all fair. but, if he had his pick, harlem would, without a doubt be at the top of the list. or atleast near it. "i'm only alright?" he scoffed with an abashed look - his jaw dropping seemingly from it's hinges. "sheesh. you're quite the critic," he mumbled, pretending to look thoroughly hurt as his bewildered expression melted into a frumpy pout. her smile nearly changed that, though, and he worked hard to keep a straight face. "i guess you're decent then, too." he tried to rattle off, but really, the retaliation was too late, and weak over all. he realized this, and immediately had to laugh a little at himself. he was no spitfire, and what limited amount of wit he did have? certainly tossed out the window in her presence.

he glanced at her quietly - trying hard to avoid the obviousness of his frequent once-over looks. really, he couldn't help it. it was habit. and usually, people didn't mind. "gods?" he repeated; wanting to make sure they were on the same page. it seemed so. "i dunno about that. i have yet to be bowed down to." bad choice of words. people did go on their knees, but definitely not to pray. westin slid his thumbs in his belt-loops, flexing his long fingers now as he thought how to rephrase. "no one's worshipping me," he sniffed as if he were disappointed. in all reality, he really didn't care.

the grin on harlem's face wasn't necessarily contagious, but after the talk of not-believing in love, westin found himself quite smiley as well. "my thoughts almost exactly." because we all know that he didn't believe in real relationships either. he decided to let that go as well, though. that was still a hard subject for him to touch on, although he didn't quite know why.

he shrugged slightly, purposely nudging her a bit as he did so. juvenile, perhaps, but very wes-esq in retrospect. "depends on what you classify as a whore." he mumbled quite calmly. he spoke as if discussing the weather was the same thing her. "most of them are just desperate to believe that sleeping with me will get them fifteen minutes of fame. they'll be lucky to get ten, and i c- ....." wes slowly trailed off, his nonchalant and casual appearance suddenly glowing. "did you just call me- ... oooh. sorry, looks like i missed it." he changed his tone of excited vice to one of misunderstanding. he was a horrible actor. "yeah. didn't quite catch that - would you mind repeating? something about a compliment? and... me being... cute?" he simpered at her quick reply before rolling his eyes, dropping the act entirely. "you act like a real tough gu- girl." he corrected himself. "we just met, yea, but do you really need to keep up those fences?"

he hoped she knew what he was talking about. he was a pretty trustworthy guy, in his own opinion. a little sketchy at times, but he could keep a secret well. and he didn't see himself intimidating or anything close to the effects she had on him. he felt put off and slightly isolated by her hesitation to be open to him. he just wasn't used to it, and had yet to realize it was quite common not to spill your guts ten minutes after saying hello.

in a desperate attempt to change the subject, in case it was undesirable, he nodded down at her bag. "a present? for me?" he asked sarcastically, before his laughter carried over. apparently that was funny. to him, anyway.

words – nine hundred and forty-eight WTF
listening to – they say it's your birthday , the beatles
status – done done done
notes – i don't even know why this is so long / shitty
tagged – wes and harlem.
outfit – click

[harlem vanity]

WE'RE IN A S I N BABY!
and these are my rules

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looking to wes, harlem couldn't help but smile. " haha. i win! but have you got your eye on any certain star? " harlem asked, seriously. most people who make it big, LOVE being on the same social status of other celebrities. it was exciting, a rush. an alright kid she had said. maybe that wasn't entirely what she thought of wes. but part of it. really, the two were the same age, 21, but just harlem had more los angeles experience. with the paparazzi, the fans, the fame. it could be overwhelming, certainly. but she'd been born into fame. didn't even have to ask. harlem loved the attention always though.

anything that required the spotlight on harlem was excellent. she smiled up to wes, for some reason, being around him made her smile. " oh believe me, i'm better than decent. " harlem said, grinning. " we're more than gods. we entertain the public. give them something to gossip about. " she said, informitavely. it was true; celebrities ruled the world. people would buy people or us-weekly magazine, run home, and flip through the colorful pages, looking for exciting gossip. although, there was also the internet.

ahh, yes, gossip girl. who last week claimed that tyler and harlem were knowingly cheating on each other. which was false, but harlem had temptations. like westin hurley for example. he seemed, well, new, and exciting, and more alive that tyler these days. growing up, like in high school, tyler and harlem would sit together, hand-in-hand, planning out their future. they would live in a huge mansion together, and have 4 dogs, but no cats. harlem would have a silver porsche turbo 610, and tyler would have a lamborgini.

sometimes, harlem wished it could be the future already, and she was married to tyler, and had kids, and a solid photography job. right now, she felt she was stuck as a young child. never taken seriously, always being handed things. it felt like harlem never did anything alone, for herself. suddenly, harlem noticed, he's flirting back she thought. something tyler wouldn't dare do. tyler... she couldn't, could she? " cute as in a little cocker spaniel. " harlem said, smirking. she was smiling down, looking at her feet. har scuffed one converse sneaker, and chuckled softly.

being a nice, down-to-earth, sweet, shy, person wasn't usual for harlem. it was... exotic, foreign. especially shy. who the hell in this world had that effect on her? " psh. i'm not tough if i tried. " harlem scoffed, still looking at her feet, dressed in yellow converse.


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words• 437
tag• ashley (wes)
outfit• click.!
other• ewww. i have short posts. D: ignore my bad-spelling on car names. xD
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[westin hurley]

westin shrugged after a second or two of contemplation. there was no one who really stood out to him in particular as of now. he tried not to let his heart get tugged in too many directions at once, and at this point, he was only lusting. that wasn't worth bringing up. "no ma'am," she shook his head before nodding, his chin flinching toward the clear sky. it wasn't night yet, but it was well on it's way. "the only star i'm looking for is up in the sky. and i've had zero luck with that, or any ladies." he admit. it was true, though, unless you counted the common folk as stars. wes thought of them as a notch in his belt, or a check mark on the bedpost. not much else.

"better than decent? that's pushing the envelope," he snickered. there was little possibility that he was being serious. he was a bit of a hypocrite when he said he'd hang around anyone, no matter how big or small they were in the public eye... but he did have his preferences. and if what she claimed, being the face of los angeles, was true? he'd be more than willing to spend some time buddying up. "you actually do have a point. they've got magazines in waiting rooms, but i've never seen a bible." he pursed his lips slightly after that. that was his comparison, and probably much farther than he should have taken it.

he had a tendency to over-think the least important things. like, right now, he had the images of slick and shiny covers drifting through his mind. he probably should have had the idea of harlem herself in his head, but that would come later, when the fleeting glances intensified. you could count on that distracting him.

he frowned down at her, with a seriously exagerated glare. "a spaniel." he re-stated, looking rather bored with the apparently bland symbol. "come on. what about a... koala or something?" he swung his lanky arms at his sides before crossing them defensively. "i have exotic beauty." he declared with a business-like face. it obviously didn't last long, and his 'serious' mask cracked with his infamous grin and rumored musical laugh.

he found himself raising an eyebrow at her again as she denied being tough. he readjusted his hat on his head, sweeping his caramel hair to the side again as he thought of a countering response. "are you serious?" he frowned at her once again - his brow wrinkling beneath his 'fixed' hair. "you seem really disconnected from me. when i talk to you.. it's like you're holding back a little." or so it seemed to westin. he didn't know if that's how she was to everyone, but he didn't completely like it. he wanted to get to know the girl, and that was a rare situation in itself. he wanted to take advantage of it, and not her.

words – four hundred and ninety-one
listening to – lullabies , all time low
status – finitiooo.
notes – ew ew ew ew
tagged – wes and harlem.
outfit – click