Re: Sex and Drugs and Rock 'n' Roll :D

[peachie-keen]

(bump for the hunt D: )

[WeAllFallDown-*]

{Pssht because I need a guy friend that I can invite to my sleepovers and talk about boys with D:}

[peachie-keen]

(Actually... same D: so what boys are these? May I help? *puts on intelligent looking glasses* )

[WeAllFallDown-*]

{Preferably musically inclined. Sensitive, but not a total softy. Doesn't act different when he's around his friends. Calls me beautiful, not hot or sexy. Kisses me even in public, and listens when I need someone to talk to. Someone that I can talk for hours on the phone with. Can make me laugh, but not a total clown. What's your dream guy like? }

[peachie-keen]

I kinda fancy this guy... he's 19, I know, it's bad, seeing as I'm 15, but I thought if I waited before I confessed anything, maybe two years, it might work out.

I'd like the sort that cares what others think, but not enough to tear him down. One that again, would have the same interests as you, but wouldn't try to change his to fit yours. Somebody that's outgoing, but still keeps his humility. The sort again, that would kiss you in public. One that isn't afraid to talk to other people, and has freedom to do his own thing. Somebody you can joke with, and neither would take anything to heart. Someone to comfort you when you feel upset, or would want to hear and try to resolve your problems. And someone who would likewise tell you theirs. I want someone who I can talk to, rather than every time I see them turning into a steamy room session, though it'd be fine in small quantities... Somebody who would stick up for you and wouldn't want to change anything about you.

I've probably rambled on too much... :3

[WeAllFallDown-*]

Naw, that's cute :3. How'd you meet this guy?

[peachie-keen]

We both like the same sort of music, which includes dancing and stuff... And scooters. And Fred Perry clothes. but anyway, if you want to know the music, look up northern soul on youtube. Our parents, and all of my dad's friends pretty much are into the scene, and we're both now in it too. We're part of a scooter club called the young soul rebels, though i don't have a scooter yet... :3 And I met him back in March, maybe. might be as early back in January. But anyway, the YSRs are all my mates and he's one of them now, and I see them most weekends. :s

Sorry if it's confusing

[OpenTheDoor]

Nah that's rather sweet, at least you have a hope in hell in actually doing something with the guy you like; my mate just dumped him and he's completely in love with her (FYI I liked him way before so it doesn't make seem like a bad person) but she thinks that he's TOO in love with her and I'm just nodding along trying to get over him but I kinda can't...

(and the reason I did Cockney was because I wasn't sure whether knackered was a rude word or not. My parents have never given me a straight answer but they still say it themselves... Ahhh, good ol' contrivacy!)

Crimson: "Special offer on wheelchairs Harl," I tapped his arm, "You won't be needing one, unless you don't hurry up!" I spoke through gritted teeth but ending the sentence with a high.

And yes, a Harlie in real life would be amazing... To Facebook!

[peachie-keen]

Aww x thats quite sweet :')

Harlie: "Just because I don't need one, doesnt mean i can't have one." I retorted, sticking my head high in the air.

[OpenTheDoor]

Okay...

Crimson: I forgot he was made of money, "Oh just come on!" I started to drag him towards the queue, "Or I'll just leave you."

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Harlie: "But it's buy two, get one free!" I moaned, not even considering why I would need or want three wheelchairs. From my mouth came a dissatisfied "hmph" as i joined the queue with her.

[OpenTheDoor]

Crimson: "Yeah, then we'll get some CO₂ and make it into a race in the park," damn I watch Brainiac too much, taping the counter, I waited for the people in front to decide between carrot and coriander or potato and leek soup.

[peachie-keen]

Harlie: I sighed. "Why are we waiting?" I asked. "Why cant we go to the front? THAT'S where people get served. Not here." I paused, ruffling the pink spikes on my head. "See? It's the people at the front that always get served." I say it as if i've just come up with a concluding conspiracy theory.

[OpenTheDoor]

Crimson: "Yes, but ti's not nice to push in front of them Mr Rock 'n' Roll," I looked at him and picked him a muffin, I so needed this, "Anyway, the biscuits are here," I pointed to the selection, "Cookies, custard creams, Gary Baldies, a huge load!"

[peachie-keen]

Harlie: "Ooh, custard creams!" i exclaimed, waving my hands. I picked just one up and broke it in half, putting the other half back in the basket. "Must watch the weight!" I informed crimson.

[OpenTheDoor]

Crimson: I looked at him, "You? Watch the weight? Harl darl, you're skinnier than Posh!" I put a stick of gum in my mouth as we waited, "You want some? It's low cal."

[peachie-keen]

Harlie: "But posh has breasts! I don't, darling." I sighed. "Yes please..."

[OpenTheDoor]

Crimson: "Exactly, skinnier," I smiled, passing him the stick, "Just next time, don't put in the money you give me, eh?"

[AshleighRobin]

(Argh... I was gone for a while... what are we all doing? I read the thing about the book.. that would be cool... )
(oh..and am I Miri? I think so, but Im a tad slow...)

Miranda:
I turn around to talk to Daz... after hearing Harlie and Crimson's revision of 'Barbie Girl' I try not to crack up laughing.
"So, Daz... How's it goin?" I say. I think i said that already though...

(Rotfl.. and Peachie.. Do you remember the character chat about Juice?)

[peachie-keen]

(I meant chewed gum, but yeah...)

Harlie: I frowned. "But we went to Italy last year, and I tried on a Paris Hilton blouse, her size, and it didn't fit!" I looked down at myself, a devestated look on my face.

Daz: At this point, I just laughed. "Same as two minutes ago." I smile at her, feeling her embarrassment.

(Uh, can't say I do :s )

[OpenTheDoor]

(I know, sorry if it was misleading...)

Crimson: I nodded and pressed the buttons on the coffee machine, "I don't think they'll have a choccy-frothy-thing-whatever you wanted on this mate," I smiled, waiting for it to fill my mug.

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Harlie: I looked up and my lip dropped. "No Choccy-chino's?!" I sighed, but immediately perked up. "Alex does the BEST Choccy-chino's." I licked my lips in approval.

[OpenTheDoor]

Crimson: "I'm sure he/she does... What do you want then?" I took a few thousand packs of sugar and shoved them into my pocket for later. I also took something else covered in chocolate and went up to pay with my drink in hand.

[peachie-keen]

Harlie: "I''ll ask Alex for a choccy later." I say, and sigh.

[OpenTheDoor]

Crimson: "Okay," I sat down at one of the tables, starting to open the packs of sugar, one after the other, "So, how's life down you're end?"

[peachie-keen]

Harlie: "What do you mean?" A puzzled look swept across my face, my head curved to the side in it's usual position.