Avatar of spooner

Status

Recent Statuses

3 yrs ago
Current Should... I?
1 like
4 yrs ago
I am my own muse... i.e I'm really hot
4 likes
4 yrs ago
Thanks
4 likes
4 yrs ago
I also have an opinion
7 likes
4 yrs ago
"Controversial" opinion

Bio

User has no bio, yet

Most Recent Posts

I just want to thank my RP family "GTP" who welcomed this weird Swedish boy in to their RP group and not even once have they made me feel lesser then because of my shoddy English! Love you guys, without you I'd probably be of this site! @Dirty Pretty Lies, @Altered Tundra, @Hero, @Ejected, @eclecticwitch, @SpicyMeatball, @HaleytheRandom, @voltaic, @Inkarnate, @Syn, @Okonuki and @Aewin

Love y'all!






Julie was almost shaking with anger as she moved through the crowd. She was sick and tired of just taking in people's problems. Why did they use her as some back alley therapist? She groaned as she pushed a slobbering lacrosse player of her for the third time. This was the reason she only wanted to have Chanel! She always understood how Julie worked and they could have a whole day of hanging out without either of them saying more than a few words and that was considered an success!

This is what she gets for strafing from the norm. Her life was good as it was she didn't need more drama than what she already had. Julie maneuvered through the mass of moving bodies and made her way towards the bathrooms to freshen up. But when she arrived she was met by a crowd of people gasping. Somehow the redhead found herself in the front row of the commotion that turned out being the tail end of a fight with the new kid Salem shocking non other than Sonny right in the face before stalking of in the direction of the parking lot.

Julie watched as the smaller boy slowly rose to his feet. It took all of the fibers in her body not to rush over and help him but she had not even five minutes ago promised herself not to get mixed up in their drama. All she could do was stand there staring at him, shaking her head in disapproval.

“Don’t even start with that. I could have taken him. The bitch-boy doesn’t know how lucky he is that I decided to not lay his ass out,” he said to her as he shuffled of.

Julie gritted her teeth as Sonny walked away looking annoyingly proud of himself. Flipping her hair she stomped of towards the dance floor once more where she had seen Chanel.

The Macmillan girl heard her friend before she saw her. Julie caught the end of Chanel's rant that was directed towards Lucas Anderson, the shock of seeing Chanel swing her open palm and slapping Lucas straight across his face caused Julie to just stare and blink in the direction her friend dragged her date.

What was going on? Where are all the faculty and chaperones? There were fights breaking out left and right and Julie for one had had enough. She stormed of after Chanel not stopping for anything until she came face to face with Jordan.

“Sup Julie. Lost your date?” he said looking around.

For some reason this hit a nerve with Julie. “No! I sent him the fuck away!” she snapped as she pushed past the innocent bystander and grabbed Chanel’s free hand dragging them both outside. “I need to get out of here with Chanel, come with or stay put, I really don't care.” she lamented as she stomped her high heeled feet towards a secluded woody area behind the main tents.

She sat herself down on a big rock with a deep sigh looking at the two people she had just dragged away from the party. Now that she had time to calm down she felt a little embarrassed of how she had acted. She turned to face Jordan.

“I'm sorry I snapped at you in there, it's just…” the girl let out another big sigh as she opened her beaded emerald bag and pulled out a small bottle of vodka. She daintily unscrewed the cap and took a swig of the clear liquid and past it to Chanel. As they drank Julie unraveled how shitty her night had been. Beginning with her date not picking her up and then when he showed up leaving her right away. She told them about the awkward situation with Marisol and Sonny and the argument with Mari that followed, ending with witnessing Sonny getting punched. When she had finished talking the bottle had been passed around a few times and Julie was buzzing more than she had wanted to tonight.

“So whatever I'm done with this farce!” she exclaimed lazily gesturing back towards the party tents. With a small little hiccup Julie smiled brightly as her mood suddenly brightened when she remembered what she had wanted to talk to Chanel about the whole evening.

“Major snaps for your work on Mr. Mister here Coco. Could be we have a new contender for King's most desirable bachelor.” she eyed Jordan mischievously as she spoke. She turned back to face her best friend with that recognizable makeover twinkle in her eye, knowing Chanel would follow.

“So now we only have the other half of the set to do over! Speaking of which…” she directed her gaze back toward their new British friend.

“What are your actual intentions with our sweet Bea?” she asked her eyebrows high, eyes sparkling.

I'm leaning towards making a member of the Chinese Mafia! I have no FC as of yet!
Definitely interested! If possible I'd like to have a Mexican Cartel heiress.


That sounds familiar...

P.S... Interested!!
I have succumbed and added another character!







“Well I didn’t mean now!” Archer yelled after Ariel as she ran off looking for Marisol. The curly haired boy let out a loud groan and lentback in his chair covering his face with his hands. With a steadying breath Archer stood up and tried to spot where Ariel had gone, to try and stop her from causing a scene with Mari. After scanning the tent two or three times he decided to just wing it and just head in a random direction.

As he moved through the crowd Archer mentally scolded himself. Why was he such and idiot?! Why did he have to bring that shit up at this precise moment?! Swiveling his head around wildly from side to side he finally spotted Ariel in the most random collection of people he could imagine her with. Having what looked like a heated discussion with Kavi, Nadia and Mara. He turned around and headed back towards the parking lot, deciding to let that situation handle itself. Luckily Marisol was nowhere near to be found.

On another part of the dancefloor Chanel, the cocoa queen herself was giving fuckboi #2 hell for some reason. Archer contemplated if he should just white guy dance near them to get the scoop about what it was all about, but ultimately decided against it.

While outside he looked around to see if could escape somewhere, his face lit up when he saw Kavan under soft lights. Archer’s jaw locked when he saw that he was whispering together with Bea. His stomach gurgled uncomfortably, was this… jealousy? Archer bit his lip and took some unsteady steps towards the pair.

“...we tear up that dance floor? Know any moves?” he caught Bea ask.

The boy put on a smile and approached them “Now I got to hear this. How about it Van? Ready to bust a move?” he chuckled. But suddenly he realized that maybe he had interrupted something and quickly started to backpedal “I mean, sorry. I didn’t mean to invite myself. Uh… I just like to dance!” he winced at his last comment. Nice one Arch, great!






“Third favorite?” Julie cried in a fake hurt voice before letting out a small giggle. “Well I’m honored to be in that exclusive club.”

One of Julie’s eyebrows involuntarily rose as Andres quickly excused himself after taking a call. The girl couldn’t help but feel a bit irritated, the man had just arrived… late nonetheless. She let out a small huff but quickly composed herself before turning back to her company with a sweet smile.

As Sonny was telling the story of how his mother had put him in ballet class against his will Julie’s face lit up. Wide eyed she let out a gasp “You’re kidding!” she exclaimed before starting to rummage in her purse for her phone. When the phone finally was located Julie started to furiously swipe through her instagram profile (@jewelofcrownheights). When she finally found the post she had been looking for, Julie let out a squeal of delight and flipped the phone around to show Sonny.

“I posted this as a #tbt after looking at some old photos! Look at the little kid in the far left corner.” She pointed at the picture. In the picture, 11 five year olds in tutus smiled up at the camera. But in the left corner stood a boy in black tights frowning and looking like he would rather be dead than to be in this picture. “That’s you right?!” Julie grinned looking back fondly at the picture.

“I guess we’ve known each other longer than we thought huh?” She said plopping her phone back in her purse.





Archer shot Declan a puzzled look as he took another drag from his cigarette, he spotted Penny joining Santiago and what had just been said finally clicked for the curly haired boy. “Wait?! Are you guys planning to roofie Mr. Gomez?” Archer laughed in disbelief as he exhaled a cloud of smoke. “Yeah, illegal indeed! Take it from a lawyer’s son, you want to wash your hands from this mess as quickly as possible.” he gestured towards their classmates.

“But I’m guessing that the plan was hatched by your lovely date?” Archer turned to face Declan putting out the butt of his smoke on a nearby tree before flicking it out in the darkness. But before his smoking buddy could answer a blur of blonde hair sped past them and stopped in front of the sports car and exploded in that very distinct Mara way that only she could manage. They shouted at each other for a few minutes and then the furious petite girl stormed of.

“Nah, Mara would never start anything, at least not in public anyway, she cares way too much about graduating.” Archer grinned before he straightened up from his slouching position against his tree.

“Well this has been very pleasant Dekkie! We should make this a regular thing!” he patted Declan on the shoulder as he turned and walked towards the main tent. He had left Ariel alone for far to long and Archer had started to feel guilty again.

As he walked back into the main tent, Archer first spotted Kavan being squeezed by a distraught looking Bea. Cocking his head to the side he tried to figure out how his friend had gotten into that particular situation. After running a few different scenarios Archer gave up and craned his neck to see if his date was still where he had left her. There she was still in the same chair bam another pang of guilt. Archer ran his hand through his hair and groaned, grabbed a new glass of punch as he made his way over to the table.

“Sorry about that! You know me...nicotine is my downfall!” He let out a lame laugh. “Did I miss anything?” He asked meekly barely making any eye contact. After a few beats of silence Archer let out a big sigh and turned to face Ariel head on.

“Ok look! This night has been an awkward mess, and we both know why, it was way too early in our journey to friend rehabilitation for us to be thrust together in a festive situation. We need to have an open conversation about what went down and what we want for our… future, I guess. I don’t know maybe you can come by work sometime?” the words just spilled out of the boy so fast he was almost out of breath.

“But I do think you also need to have a talk with Mari” He looked around the tent to see if he could spot his small best friend. “She’s been on my case for even giving you a chance, so if this...” He pointed between them “... is ever going to work, you need to bite the bullet and get that over with.”

He lifted the glass of punch up to his mouth and took a big gulp but let it all dribble back into the glass again. “Oh… yeah of course it would be spiked!” he crossed his arms over his chest and counted the seconds until this nightmare of a dance was over.





Finally having nicotine coursing through his body made Archer calmer than anything else could've. He leaned back against the wall where he was standing and looked up at the starry night above him, exhaling a large cloud of smoke that swirled in the evening breeze. In his head he tried to go over how to explain how he was acting to Ariel, but he kept coming up short. He never had this much trouble talking, usually Marisol or more likely Sonny had to tell him to shit up. What Ariel had done to him seemed to have made deeper of a wound than he had initially thought.

The curly haired boy looked around confused when the putrid smell of cannabis mixed with the sickly sweet aroma of fake strawberry hit him. He spotted the source of the stench quite fast as Santiago was standing by his sports car not far from Archer. Of course he vaped, why wouldn't he want to play in to his fuckboi image as much as he could, Archer wouldn't have thought strawberry was his flavor though.

Rolling his eyes he took out another cigarette, as he was lighting it he spotted someone weirdly sneaking around looking in Santiago's direction, the person then stopped seemingly deep in thought, then suddenly turning and heading back towards the entrance and also Archer. Eyebrows high and eyes strained to see who this mystery person was must've made the boy look highly sceptical, which he was of course. As Mr. Unknown was getting closer Archer recognized him as Declan, not a friend per se but they have been know to be seen as parking lot smokers together.

”Hey.. Archie. What are you doing out here? Thought the party had only just started in there”

Archer pushed his cigarette to the corner of his mouth so he could acknowledge the newcomer. “Oh you know, just hiding” he exhaled as he took out his packet from his pocket and offered it to Declan.

“What’s more interesting is what you are doing Dekkie? Skulking around in the dark spying on the devil?” He let out a small laugh as Declan took a cigarette and handed the pack back.

“Did someone send you on a mission? Or was it purely out of admiration?” Archer tilted his head so he could look behind Declan towards Santiago. The devil was looking particularly pissed of, which made Archer interested in knowing why, he shrugged and turned his attention back to his smoking buddy.

Archer had not really reflected on it before but now in the sheen from the fairly lights strung above them, he could see that Declan really was a fine looking specimen. He was a perfect height, gorgeous face with a smile to die for and that hot exotic look which apparently was Archer’s type. Straight as an arrow no doubt, that had never stopped Archer before though.

“Or are you simply hiding as well?” He shot him a smirk as he waited for an answer.

© 2007-2024
BBCode Cheatsheet