field hockey season is rolling to an end; by the end of the week, my writing muse should be back, and i've had this wicked idea for a story for a while...
alabaster montgomery smithleads a good man's life.
alabaster was born to a model/broadway actress mother and a big-time actor father. they both still continue to act, and have pushed their son into the modelling agency, ever since he was in one of the huggies diaper commercials.
yes, he's one of those child actors, all grown up now. he models, and goes to a private school, where he rules the hallways. litterally. no one dares to cross his path.
he's a senior now, though (much to everyone's pleasure), and turning eighteen isn't all he thought it would be. he's at a crossroad now -- continue modeling, and live in his shell of a life, or get out and go to college.
he isn't really the prick he's led everyone to believing he is. he's actually a nerd. but shhh.
his parent's wouldn't be to happy.
-- Edited by Florestapaw on Monday 25th of October 2010 01:32:30 AM
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07.08.13
okay, then. unfortunately loving an idiot who doesn't love me back. but i'm not falling. i just kind of... am. .
"Al, I really think that you shouldn't have to hide the fact that you're really so brilliant," my guidance counciler muttered, frowning as she wrote down the simple details I told her. I chuckled and waved her off.
"Mariam--"
"We have to be professional, Al. I'm Mrs. Keith," she interrupted.
"Mrs. Keith," I corrected sourly, "nobody would put me so high on the social pyramid if I was a good-looking nerd." I scowled at the thought. But she laughed openly at my face and slapped her binder shut.
"That's good for today, Al. I'll see you next week before SATs," she said stoutly, trying to compose her face.
I gave her a tight-lipped grin and waved goodbye. It fell from my face as I signed myself out and stuck my hands in my pocket again. Jingling the keys in my pocket and stiffly nodding to my friend Alex, we were out of the school in a flash.
"Skipping again, are we, Al? That's so not you," he chided. I knew he was joking, but every word he said was true. I hadn't skipped a day of school since freshman year -- all freshman skip school once -- if you didn't you had no life. I shrugged Alex's words out of my mind, and focused on getting out of the school without going into a daze.
Slamming the doors open, I broke into a lofty run as I sighted my car. Up front, as always. Teachers didn't care -- or they were afraid to care. Either way, they didn't say anything, and it was my spot. No one dared to take it.
Unlocking the car -- the soft thud of the doors unlocking soothed my nerves -- I hopped in and waited for Alex's door to close until I shoved the keys into the ignition. The engines purr made me grin. "Seatbelt!" I snapped to Alex. I clipped my own, and he snarled some snippey comment back that I completely ignored.
"Let's go out to eat," I heard him whine.
For the first time all day, I agreed. "I need Red Robins. Badly," I replied, pulling out of the parking lot.
"And that, my friend, is why you're the mastermind."
I grinned. "Of course."
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07.08.13
okay, then. unfortunately loving an idiot who doesn't love me back. but i'm not falling. i just kind of... am. .
resta!~ this is some gorgeous work. i love it already. [: haha. somehow, when i try writing short paragraphs of some sort like this, my stories seem rushed x.x but anywhoo, love this [: luck on everything! love you so muchhhh (: moursieee.
