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Post by dylan marvill on Dec 25, 2007 13:25:48 GMT -5
Dylan made her way into the skatepark. She pulled her baseball cap low over her eyes, hoping nobody she knew would se her. It was her passion, really to skateboard. But she couldn't let anyone know. A member of the Pretty Committee liking to skateboard would ruin their reputation, and she didn't need that. She was dressed in tight jean shorts and a black Paramore T-Shirt.
Skateboard in hand, she stepped inside. Immediately changing from her heels to her black Dc's, she walked straight to the half-pipe. She noticed Ryan Larson there, but said nothing. She didn't want him to see her. That would be catastrophic. She skated excellently for afew minutes before getting off her board and sitting down to check the wheels. She hadn't realized she sat right beside Ryan. Turning to her side, she jumped slightly. "Shit." she muttered under her breath, hoping beyond hope that he hadn't seen her skating and didn't recognize her.
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Post by Ryan Larson on Dec 25, 2007 13:59:19 GMT -5
Ryan had been at the skate park for while. It seemed later in the day more people seemed to come and skate. He didn't comment on most of them, some of them seemed like real rookies, they fell off every couple of seconds. But, Ryan noticed some of the skater girls kept doing it on purpose, how could he say no to not helping hot women? He helped them, they then left. He managed to get some of there numbers the others had 'boyfriends.'
Ryan took the pictures of paper and put them into his pocket. He then went over to the bench and sat down. He was tired from all the skating. He put his head in his sweaty palms. He then heard someone sit next to him. He knew it wasn't right to stare, but something about this girl was weird to him. He glanced and saw her nails were painted the same way as a girl at school. Ryan sat up and looked at her. There eyes met for a moment, causing the girl to jump. Ryan gave a slight chuckle. " You ok?" |
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Post by dylan marvill on Dec 25, 2007 14:32:29 GMT -5
Dylan heard his question and realized she probably looked like a real idiot, jumping just from seeing him. Though she couldn't blame herself, and he couldn't either if he knew who she was. "Yeah, I'm fine. Sorry." she said, crossing her legs and placing her board beside her on the bench. She tried to tlak as little as possible, knowing he would eventually recognize her voice.
Something in her wanted to tell him who she was, but she wouldn't. For two reasons. One, if her skateboarding ever got out, she'd be ruined and the reputation she had gained would be gone. Two, she didn't want him to think she was weird because she skateboarded. She brushed a piece of hair behind her ear, and smiled. "Hi."
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Post by Ryan Larson on Dec 25, 2007 14:46:03 GMT -5
Ryan gave a small smile. He then noticed she crossed her legs, he knew she wasn't a skater but someone from school. He looked at her and said " Ok, that's good." He then reached down and fixed his shoe, it seemed to be coming off.
He leaned back on the bench and said " Hi, I'm Ryan." He wiped his hand off on his pants leg before pushing it toward her to shake. He should have let it stay sweaty, most preps wouldn't take sweat even if there life depended on it. Ryan looked at her and said " Are you new here?" He was wondering if she was going to make up so fairy tale lie or tell him the truth. |
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Post by dylan marvill on Dec 25, 2007 15:03:27 GMT -5
Smiling slightly, she uncrossed her legs. That was a dead giveaway, she should have known. It seemed that he really didn't know who she was. She laughed, how thick could he be? "Yeah, I guess it's good." she said and leaned back against the bench as he had.
Her eyes went wide at his question. She wasn't sure to answer it truthfully or not. She decided it was best. "Nice to see you again Ryan." she said. She shook his hand and laughed. Pulling her hat off, she shook out her long brown hair, making it beyond obvious to see who she was. "Ryan, your hands are sweaty. That's disgusting." she told him with a grin. "Surprised?" she asked, curiously, leaning back, a smirk in place.
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Post by Ryan Larson on Dec 25, 2007 15:12:54 GMT -5
Ryan smirked at she said it was nice to meet her again. He looked at her and shook her head. "Not really, next time might want to wear gloves. Your finger names are a bit obvious." Most skater girls wore black nail polish or gloves skating.
"But, yes, I didn't think of all people you skated. Do your girly friends know?" He had a feelings they didn't, Dylan and him got a along will, but that was after she became skinny, before that Ryan merely ignored her. |
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Post by dylan marvill on Dec 25, 2007 15:23:05 GMT -5
Dylan playfully rolled her eyes. "Wear gloves? Yeah right Larson. I might mess up my nails." she said srcastically.. She looked down at her nails and grinned. her baby pink nail polish, with the silver glittery line at the bottom would have made it obvious to even the most stupid people possible. "They are, aren't they?" she asked, turning her hand over.
She laughed slightly. "The girl sin the Pretty Committee? Definately not." she said and picked her board back up, placing it on her tan legs. She smiled a bright, flashy smile over at him. "And you know what would be really great Ryan? If they didn't find out." she told him, knowing that he knew what she meant. Shrugginng, she pushed her bangs to the side. "Well I kinda have to. This is the only part of the old me i have left. I don't even have the same friends anymore." she said and sighed. That had always bothered her. She missed the Rebels. "Nobody knows this, but skateboarding is how I lost all that weight."
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Post by Ryan Larson on Dec 25, 2007 15:33:08 GMT -5
Ryan wiped his hands on his pants legs to get off, but some managed to stay on there. He reached over for Dylan's hand and purposely got some sweat on her. "Opps, it slipped." He teased with her.
He looked at her and nodded. He then reached down into the backpack under the bench he pulled out a bottle of Gatorade. He pulled the lid off and took a sip of it. He then handed it to Dylan. " Well if you miss the old you,why do you hang out wit the Pretty committee?" He never understood female cliques, they seemed to try to move up to the top. |
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Post by dylan marvill on Dec 25, 2007 18:23:19 GMT -5
Dylan laughed slightly as he wiped some of his sweat on her. "You did that on purpose you llittle liar." she joked, pretending to be angry. Raising her eyebrow, she shook her head and handed the bottle of Gatoorade back to him. "I think I'll pass." she said, grabbing a bottle of water from her bag. "Water is much less fattening."
She shrugged lightly at his question. She had never even thought of that. Going back to her old life had never been an option. Thinking it over, she spoke slowly, trying to find the right words. "I think... that if I went back... I would've gotten fatter again, and I didn't want that to happen. It was just easier to forget my old friends and become friends with the Pretty Committee, and the Elite, and the Plastics. Maybe that was the wrong thing to do, but it was easier." she said. Shaking the sadness off, she smirked again. "So, what do you think of a little competition?" she asked, raising an eyebrow and picking up her board.
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Post by Ryan Larson on Dec 25, 2007 18:31:10 GMT -5
Ryan smirked at her and took another drink of the Gatorade. Ryan looked at her and rolled his eyes, " What's the difference between the elites and the rest?" Ryan never seemed to understand the way the female cliques worked.
He smirked and said " I wouldn't want you to break a nail." He put his bottle of Gatorade back into his bag and looked at her. If he had to loose his friends to fit in he, wouldn't do it. Ryan liked the way he wasn't and wasn't going to change,though he wanted to change for a girl. But, that was different. |
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Post by dylan marvill on Dec 25, 2007 19:30:18 GMT -5
Dylan laughed and took a sip of her water. "Well, the Elites are supposedly the best of the best. The prettiest, the most popular, the richest, they have it all. Everybody wants to be them." she said and shrugged. It was very easy for her. The boys had it so easy: never worried about popularity. they were just made that way. Girls were conniving and manipulative, and she was easily one of the best.
Dylan laughed and shook her head. "I don't think so. You saw me skate. I saw you watching me. Maybe you're just afraid." she teased, winking at him. Going back to her previous thought, she raised her eyebrow. "What? Do you have a thing for skater chicks or something?" she asked.
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Post by Ryan Larson on Dec 25, 2007 19:47:39 GMT -5
"Or date them." Ryan had flings with most of the elites, he then has a crush On Rixey Henderson, she's suppose to be the dumb one of the group. He looked at her and shook his head. " Maybe, though I was kind of busy get phone numbers."
The girls he helped skate today were mostly hot. " Sometimes depends." Skater girls where so what hot in there own little way, but Ryan like the girls he couldn't have the elites would never let him go out with another one unless he proves himself worthy. |
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Post by dylan marvill on Dec 25, 2007 19:57:02 GMT -5
Dylan smiled at Ryan. "Wow. I swear, you must not even think of me as a girl, the way you talk about my friends. Remember Ry, I'm not one of your player friends. I try to use people as little as possible." she lied. Dylan used people all the time. it was one of her finer points. "If you ever needed any of their phone numbers, I''d be happy to give it to you. Except, oh yeah, you don't even have mine." she said and laughed.
Ryan very obviously liked one of the Elites. She hoped beyond all hope, for his sake, that it wasn't Resa. "Depends? What does it depend on?" she asked with a grin. "Aww, Ryan. Do you think I'm hot?" she asked jokingly. She really couuldn't care less what he thought. She would freely tell him he was hot if he asked. He seemed like the kind of guy that did the same.
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Post by Ryan Larson on Dec 25, 2007 20:06:16 GMT -5
"Right,I don't use people. I merely borrow them until they are done." It wasn't his fault he thought half the school was hot. Most of the girls including some rebels were hot. He just couldn't date the same girl for ever then marry her. It just wasn't in him. He liked the other things girls had to offer.
Ryan looked at her and he smirked and shrugged "I don't have your number because your to busy trying to impress your friends" It was true, most of the time he spent with Dylan she either won't eat or talk. " Depends on if they are hot or not, or if they are a good kisser,I do make exceptions for good kissers." Ryan smirked at her and put his hands onto his knees "You hot, gag me with, a.. Ok maybe your a little hot." He didn't want to lie, she was hot."Oh yea, what elites do you think I like?" Dylan seemed to always find out who he liked before the person he liked did. |
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Post by dylan marvill on Dec 25, 2007 20:13:38 GMT -5
Dylan laughed and rolled her eyes. "You can't borrow a person Ry. It's not possible. Especially because you borrow them and make them get attached and then give them back." she explained. She stood up, board still in hnad. Without even askig, she pulled him up with her. "Let's go. We're going skateboarding. I wanna see if you're as talented as you think you are."
Sighing to herself, she took a piece of paper and pen and wrote down her phone number. Slipping it into his pants pocket, she smiled. "There. Better?" she asked with a raised eyebrow. Laughing, she grinned. "Well, I'm a good kisser. I don't see you making any exceptions for me." she teased. really, she had kissed Ryan enough. Sure, he was a good kisser, but so were many others. Besides, even if she did like him, which she kind of did, he liked one of the Elites. She shrugged slightly, very sarcastically. "Hmm. I don't know. Could it be Rixey?" she asked, knowing it was. Ryan always had a thing for dumb blondes.
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