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[emilee brynn whittaker]

don't get lost in heaven
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There was the promise of autumn borne on the breeze that followed the brunette into the coffee shop, but Emilee couldn't decide whether she liked it or not. She'd always considered fall her favorite season, full of bonfires and sweatshirts and leaves crunching under your toes, but this summer had convinced her that bonfires were still beautiful under a summer moon, sweatshirts looked good with jean shorts and that the warm sand covering your bare feet as you let the thick, burning rays of the sun soak through you was just as satisfying as a dead leaf. Emilee was almost sad to see the summer go, and with it, the weeknight raves and drinking fests that always went hand in hand with summer vacation. It was hard to deny the freedom of summer and chase after a constricting season like fall, but time didn't stop and the seasons didn't halt for Emilee, no matter how many times she made 11:11 wishes that they would. As the glass door of Starbucks swung open again behind her, Emilee suddenly became very aware that she'd stopped in the middle of the store and had been staring off into space. With a startle of embarrassment, she stepped into the line that had already starting to grow long in the time Emilee had been dreaming of the ocean and sunsets. She bit down on one polished nail, the backwards French manicure fresh from the day before, with a line of glitter drawn between the black tip of the nail and the clear base. It wasn't that Emilee always bit down on her nails, but every now and then it felt good, though she couldn't pinpoint exactly why. It was unexplainable and undefinable, which were two things that irked Emilee just for being what they were. If something didn't have a definition, Emilee would find it. She knew she could, and more often than not, she came to a definition of her liking, that--while not always acceptable by anyone but herself--had to appease her frantic mind until a true explanation could be found. But instead of making Emilee panic, biting her nails felt good for no reason whatsoever, which in and of itself, was normally enough to have Emilee grinding her teeth in annoyance.

The line moved slowly forward as the people behind the counter fought to keep up with the flow of customers who had decided that the nipping breeze was enough to make them want to rush into the first chain coffee store they could find and buy whatever hot lattes, cappuccinos or just plain coffee they could afford, and probably some for the mothers, siblings and pets, too. Some people were so annoying. They only bought things because they could buy things. They had the money, so why the hell not spend it on expensive coffee? Emilee was different, though. She wasn't just buying Starbucks for the sake of spending money. Emilee was addicted to their skinny hazelnut lattes, which she would drink all day and night forever and ever and ever (amen) if she could. She knew that the caffeine in each one just made her want more and it was probably just a marketing tactic, but it was a smart one, and she had fallen for it many times over. She wasn't much for buying into the subculture that was fast food, but treating herself to lattes and french fries and milkshakes every now and then wasn't awful for her--in fact, just the idea of french fries after her homework kept her alive. Or if she ate the disgusting broccoli her mom had put on her plate, she could help herself to as much ice cream from the freezer as she goddamn wanted. Of course, it had to be low fat because Emilee was sick of all the weight she watched herself put on after binging on things that didn't come in a lite version, like french fries or cheeseburgers. And a skinny hazelnut latte was just that--skinny. Sure, it had a little fat and sugar and calories in it, but it was far less than some of the other alternatives, and Emilee had never been blessed with the metabolism of a hummingbird anyway. It was more like that of pig. But no matter. That's what diet and exercise were for, right?

The line moved up again, and this time, Emilee was at the front of it. She smiled at the guy behind the counter who could have been hot if he would have just taken out his septum piercing, and ordered her tall hot skinny hazelnut latte, paid for it and stepped off to the side to watch another guy make her coffee for her. The way the people at Starbucks could just make drinks from memory like that had always amazed her. How anyone had a memory to do that kind of thing exactly the same over and over and over was astounding and probably would have made her brain hurt. So, working at Starbucks was crossed off the list of jobs she could apply at. While waiting for the drink, Emilee ran a hand through her long brown hair that was currently pulled half up, half down and secured with a large, frilly black ribbon that matched the lace that lined the neckline on her tank top almost perfectly, but not quite. It was a grey, polka dotted shiny spaghetti strap tank top that had a thin black ribbon tied right under her not so enormous boobs and a hem of black lace along the bottom and at the v-shaped neckline that dropped a controversial drop down her chest. Along with that were her favorite, dark wash flair jeans and a pair of black ballet flats that she never wore and she was sad that she had wasted such a perfect outfit on a trip to the coffee shop. She accepted the coffee from the guy, fumbling with her wallet, car keys and the drunk before finally setting everything down on the counter to collect herself.

tag ?! opennnnn
word count ?!1014
notes ?! just joinnn<333
muse ?! good !!
lyrics ?! don't get lost in heaven - gorillaz
listening to ?! nada
credits ?! miss casimir cazcynski

[sparken marie simmons]

So it wasn't like Sparken didn't exactly like to go to public places but the fact that every time she went to one, including places such as, the mall, the movie theater. They are all filthy and don't even get her started on the bathrooms. Things that other people used and the fact that it was shoved into her face all the time. That's why every time she plays a show she waits to get back to her house til she gets an oppertunity to pee. She once almost had to run off the stage she had to pee so bad. Then again she did have 2 liters of pepsi about an hour earlier. She had a pretty big fancy of getting her thirst quenched just enough to sustain her for the next what...five hours? She would drink a lot, pee it out, then drink it again. She was pretty sure she had some sort of disease where people drink more than they should. It definately wouldn't surprise her one bit.

Sparken lay fast asleep in her warm, comfortable queen sized bed. If she had anything smaller she would fall off during the night, anything bigger she wouldn't be able to cram it into her small room. She was contempt with her room. A vanity/dresser, walk in closet, bookshelf with a monster stereo on the top, a queen sized bed. And you know the best part? her own bathroom. She was pretty glad with her life and she didn't want anything to change. Unless she became known and famous. She wouldn't be too concerned with money...at all. She would make enough of it to pay off every single family member's debt. It's not that her whole family was poor but that was how she pictured it when it came to her making money. or "spending your time wisely" as her mom says. She still can't quite understand how a woman so uptight could produce a daughter so free spirited...then again she did get a lot from her dad. She would never know. Sparken awoke and popped her eyes wide open.

Staring at the ceiling fan as it rotated she contemplated on what exactly she was going to do today. Zach was out of town so that totally took away band practice. She didn't have to work this weekened because they have hired new help. Happy part she still gets paid as if she were working both Saturday and Sunday. School was just about to start. Of course she wasn't exactly too thrilled about this. Everything that had to do with school was a blur to her. But musical theater, chior's, performing. Everything that high school had to offer in terms of "performance" Sparky was there. and of course she doesn't even have to try hard to get noticed by her talents at school...wait...yes it is. The only reason why people know that she is in a band is because they were practicing their acoustic versions of songs outside of school when they thought everyone was gone. The story printed in the paper. Zach and the rest of the band were very happy but Sparky wasn't exactly happy about people knowing she did that much performing outside of school. But it was too late to take it back and now she is actually pretty greatful for it. Without the whole student body finding out her and her band would still be at garage stage.

Sitting up in bed Sparken thought to herself "Maybe coffee will help..." Okay well she wasn't one for coffee but when she needed a boost she definately stayed away from energy drinks. Not that coffee wasn't as unhealthy as the energy drinks she just doesn't like the taste of ANY energy drink. She tried a monster, a rockstar, a nos, and a red bull...all of which she gagged trying to stomach down. She walked into her bathroom and began her routine of shower, wash face, brush teeth, makeup, hair. Hey at least she's sanitary about what she does and doesn't do. She smiled at herself in the mirror as she got dressed in a plaid shirt and dark distressed jeans. She put on a few accessories and put on her vans. Grabbing her black leather jacket she threw it on, grabbed her keys and walked out the door.

The cool air caught her on the way into the cafe. She shivered a little bit as she rammed her hands into the pockets of the jacket. She stood in line behind a girl. She was very pretty from behind and definately taller than she was. Then again a lot of people were, but it didn't bother her too much. She waited patiently and got up to the counter, ordered, recieved the coffee and turned around to see every table in the place...filled. She sighed not knowing what to do. She spotted the girl who she stood behind who was absolutely gorgeous and tall. She smiled and thought why not make a new friend today?? She walked over to the girl and smiled "Hi...i'm Sparken. Do you mind if i sit here? it's sorta crowded." She gave a nice friendly smile and waited for a response. she didn't want any akward silence though, so she began a few conversation starters in her mind. But then again, the thing worse than awkwardness was bieng rejected to sit at a table...she knew how that went down.

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