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.Last Summer. .:IC:.

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-Last Summer-
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The Friday sun bears down again,
As we drive with our friends,
And on these longest days, we spend,
All the time trying to pretend,
That our stories could be true,
Why dare to be cool?
The setting sun says the day is through,
If only we knew,

And we all sit round here, in our home town,
Listen to the waves as they all crash down,
And watch the fire, as it slowly burns away,
Glowing embers fly across the sky...

Here by my side, in the summer, our last summer,
The world passes by, in the summer, our last summer,
The light makes shadows fall, surrounded by each other,
Alive to watch it all, the view from our last summer,
The view from our last summer,

We trace the sun across the sky,
And we laugh till we cry,
Always so hard to say goodbye, (goodbye),
And we all sit round here, in our home town,
It's so good like this, these are times we'll miss,
The memories, I hope will never fade,
Glowing embers fly across the sky...

Lyrics taken from/RP inspired by Lostprophet's Last Summer

In the small, beachside town of Manhattan Beach, right next to Long Beach, Orange County, California, hundreds of people regularly make trips to Long Beach, or Los Angeles in the hopes of either getting a good job, or making it big. Some achieve their dreams of becoming superstars, others manage to content themselves with a good career in L.A.

In Manhattan Beach, on the last day of their Senior Year, as the sun dipped below the horizon, a group of friends made a pact; whether they made it big and achieved their dreams or not, they'd all keep in touch, they'd all remain friends, and they'd never change. The next day, they scattered to the four winds, and despite the pact, they lost touch with some of their friends, and every single one of them changed.

Four years later, all are back in their hometown, for some reason or another, and all have decided to meet up once again, on the exact same beach they made the pact on. But with all of them having changed so much, will they be the best friends they were before, or will that last summer be all that remains of their friendship?



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Juliet hadn't been home in so long. Four years was a long time to stay away, but she'd been gone because she thought it'd be easier to write somewhere else. And it had. The words had come more easily to her, and before long, she'd had a bestseller on her hands. And people were asking for more. She'd deliberately left a cliffhanger for her book, and now she was back in her hometowm for inspiration. The idea for The Kiss Of Dawn had come from spending hours every day on the beach, maybe the same would happen this time around.

It wouldn't have been the same with just her on her own, though; she'd gotten inspiration from all of her friends. In fact, most of her characters had similar personalities to her friends; or had. She knew some of them had to have changed; in fact the magazine lying on the passenger seat of her car showed that Adam had most definately changed. She hadn't heard great things about Noelle either, but she didn't know much about the rest. So when she'd decided to go home, she'd called or e-mailed the rest, asking if they were up for a reunion. She'd got enthusiastic responses from all of them.

Now, though, she had to navigate through the midday traffic, so she could get to the beach where they'd wasted their youth. That's where they agreed to meet. It took her about half an hour, but she made it. Parking the car, she climbed out of it, shielding her eyes until they got used to the summer sun. She was only wearing a short white skirt and light blue tank top, otherwise she would roast to death here; she had no idea how her brother managed to wear hoodies all the time.

Taking her shoes off as she stepped onto the sand, she wriggled her toes, enjoying the feeling of the sand under her feet; she hadn't felt it in a while. Holding the ballet flats in one hand, she walked towards the ocean, and let the cool water wash over her feet. God, it felt good to be home.

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My Life Would Suck Without You by Kelly Clarkson was blasting at the highest level as the shiny, red convertible cruised down the highway. Noelle's blonde hair was flying all over the place but she didn't mind. In just a few minutes she was going to be brought back into the best years of her life, where she met the best people. Noelle knew that they were not all going to be supporting the same personalities that they had in highschool but she hoped some of them would. In fact, she already knew that Juliet, the quiet one, had pursued some of her own dreams and written a best-selling book. Noelle had actually boughten the book but stopped reading it after the first two sentences. Reading never was her thing.

Noelle couldn't help but to smile as she drove into the parking lot. The parking lot where she'd get drunk every weekend, the parking lot where she'd make out with a new guy every weekend, the parking lot leading to where she lived. The beach.

Quickly jumping out of the car, Noelle grabbed the lime green tank top off of the seat next to her and pulled it on over her bikini top. She looked down at her legs, mostly bare because of the ever so short shorts, and knew that they paler than ever. This would mean some serious tanning.

It was only then that she noticed another car next to hers. She wasn't sure of whos it was but she hoped it was one of her friends. She practically ran onto the beach, slipping on her large Dolce & Gabonna glasses on the way. Standing by the small, crashing waves was Juliet.

"Juliet!" Noelle screeched, her loud personality still shining through as she ran down to the water and practically jumped on her freind. "O-M-G, how are you!? I read your book!! It was great," She said, a huge smile on her face. Maybe it was only the first sentences but that had to count for something.

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Matthias's big black H3T pulled into the parking lot where he'd heard everyone would be. There were a lot of memories here...some of them good, some of them bad. But memories nonetheless. Switching off the roaring engine, he sat in silence for a few moments and looked around. This town...it was strange coming back here after four years. Four...long...years... Four years he'd spent trying to forget his brother and father, four years he'd spent trying to remember his friends, four years he'd spent with new friends. It was going to be an interesting summer...

Slipping out of the truck, Chris grabbed his black bandana and slipped it on, along with some black-and-silver Oakleys. He loved those things. Taking in the familiar sights, Matthias spied two other cars, and walked over. One was a shiny red convertible, overflowing with fashion stuff. If his guess was correct, that would be Noelle. Taking a trip down memory lane, he remembered Noelle, and all the things she did. He'd never gotten over the fact that she would have a new boyfriend every week. It just...bugged him.

And the heat bugged him too. He'd always been the "Polar Bear" of their little group of friends. Whenever they'd say it was cold, he'd be right next to them, in nothing but shorts and a tank-top. Whenever they'd say it was perfect, he'd probably be in the shade, trying to cool off. And whenever they'd say it was hot...well...he'd be doing something involving ice-cold water. Smiling at the thought, Chris left the two cars alone and walked out onto the beach.

And thar she blows...

He didn't say anything until he got to the waterline, where he firmly planted his feet and cleared his throat. Here we go... Switching to his famous Australian accent, Matthias called to the two girls with an equally-famous line of his. "Oi, what'r you two loonies doin' 'ere?!"
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"...and rumours that Adam Carlton, lead singer and guitarist of famous rock band The Promise, was with the deceased just hours before her overdose, have not yet been confirmed."

"Fuck you." Adam threw the remote as hard as he could at the T.V in the corner; it struck the black frame with alarming precision and knocked the button, which switched the telly off. He seized the Kerrang! magazine which was lying on the bed in front of him; it had his face plastered across the cover and the headline: Adam Carling?. Sure enough, he was clutching a can of Carling beer and was obviously high; he hoped that whoever had thought up that God-awful tagline had been promptly fired. It wasn't even witty.

He threw the magazine aside without opening it, and picked up the newspaper underneath. It was a tabloid, with an equally as unflattering picture of himself on it. Shifting his position from where he was lying on his front on the faded white sheets of the hotel bed, Adam flipped through the pages to his article. It was the same story: the one about how he had supposedly been with the nineteen year old Leona Emerson when she had overdosed. It wasn't true: he had slept with her the night before, and had left a club holding her hand, but she had been on her own when she had shot up later on; he knew for a fact because she had called him hysterically right before she died.

He wasn't too cut up over it. After all, he'd only known her two days.

"Adam? Aren't you supposed to be somewhere right now?" A girl dressed only in her underwear had just come out of his bathroom. She had long, wavy blonde hair and very bright red lipstick on. His eyes followed her swaying hips as she made her way over to the jeans draped across the back of the chair, and pulled them on. She looked over her shoulder, and caught him staring.

"Hello? Adam? Aren't you supposed to be somewhere?"

He didn't know who she was; he barely knew her name. He'd picked her up at a gig a week ago, about the same time as he had met Leona. This girl was called Jo, but he didn't know what it was short for. She had come to this hotel with him because they'd had a very good time together, but he had no intention on settling down with her, or anything horrendous like that.

"Hm?" he asked, finally registering that she was talking to him.

"You. Are. Supposed. To. Be. Somewhere."

"Oh! Oh, right, yeah." Adam scrambled to his knees, knocking the gathered magazines and newspapers flying. They skidded off the double bed and across the laminated floor. Jo rolled her eyes.

"I'll pick them up. Just go." She pulled on her flimsy top and waved at him dismissively, already sticking a cigarette in her mouth. He got off the bed, grabbing the tissue off the bedside table, which was covered in white powder, and spread this across the skin between his forefinger and thumb, pinched his nose with them, and inhaled. At once, he felt a little more with it.

Adam was staying in a rubbish hotel; despite his fame, most of the money went on partying and drugs, and besides, more expensive hotels didn't appreciate how destructive he was. The rest of the band were in other rooms of the same building; they were planning on doing a few shows out here for extra money.

He took a taxi down to the beach, where there were a couple cars already parked in the sand. He clambered out of the car, forgot to pay, and hurled a string of abuse at the driver when he beeped the horn sharply at him. Digging in his pockets, he drew out a couple of notes and flung them in the man's face, through the open window, before turning down onto the sand.

He could see three people ahead of him, but he wasn't sure if he recognized them or not. Realizing that his pupils would be a dead giveaway of the fact that he was high, Adam dug in his pockets again and drew out a pair of cheap and cracked sunglasses, slipping them on over his bright blue eyes. His blonde fringe flopped over them, disguising the worst of the scratches. Pushing his hands into the pockets of his ripped jeans, Adam made his way across to them, thankful that his chequered shirt was short-sleeved in the heat of the sun.
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Juliet didn't know there was someone there until she heard the familiar scream.

"O-M-G, how are you!? I read your book!! It was great," Noelle was screeching as she practically rugby tackled Juliet, who barely kept her balance.

"Somehow, I doubt that," Juliet said with a wry smile. She knew Noelle didn't read much; she'd practically loathed it in high school. Then there was a second familiar voice, Matthia's, which had her grinning as he put on his accent.

"Same reason you're here," She yelled at him, smiling, when she noticed someone approaching who she knew all too well, his picture having been all over the news and the tabloids all week, for various reasons.

"Adam!" She screamed, waving him over to them. It was great to see them. The whole gang wasn't there yet, but it was only a matter of time. Even now, she could still remember all the shit they'd got up to; and realised how different they were going to be. Noelle was pretty much the same, and Matthias she couldn't tell yet, but Adam had most definately changed. It was then she was struck with the thought she might not get on with some of them anymore.

Lies! They're my friends, no matter what they're like, she told herself firmly as she crossed her arms, still smiling. She was going to make sure they all got along, even if she had to force it.

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Adam staggered over, realizing that he had miscalculated his dose of coke that morning and, rather than taking enough to function properly, had instead had enough to make himself high. Trying to walk straight, he half-waved at Juliet. The realization suddenly hit him that these people probably knew everything there was to know about him: over the past two years, his name had appeared constantly in the tabloid press, always for the wrong reasons. The story that had been in this week was only one example.

His eyes, behind the shades, took in the other two people. Matthias. He had no idea what he did. And ... and Noelle. Right. Noelle. Adam picked up quite a large amount of men's magazines, and had been surprised, to begin with, to find her posing for nude shots in a fair few of them. After a while, he had just gotten used to seeing her face in those tacky magazines. Maybe she would be fun to get to know again.

"'Severyoneelse?" he asked, in one big slur. Then he cleared his throat and tried to force his words out properly. "I mean, where's everyone else?"

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Juliet's smile slipped a bit when she heard Adam speak. His words were rushed together, hard to make out.

Oh, no.

She had been praying the rumors about Adam hadn't been true. She found it hard to believe that Adam, the smartest and shyest of all her friends, had become a drug-addicted alcoholic. She also refused to believe he was as black as the media painted him, she hoped they'd just been exaggerating about his drug habits, but it seemed now, she was being proved wrong.

About one thing! He can't be that bad! Not Adam, anyway..

"Not here yet, obviously," She told Adam, pasting her earlier smile back on her face. "God, it's so good to see you all!" She said, speaking nothing but the truth. "Seriously; four years was too long. Where are you all staying?"

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Matthias smiled wide and turned as Juliet yelled at him. Still in his Australian accent, he yelled back. "Oh, right. I shoulda known this was the tea party beach!" Still smiling, he turned as Juliet greeted someone with an all-too-familiar name. Adam. Turning, Matthias kept his smile on his face, but inside, he couldn't help but instantly not like Adam. Well, he still considered Adam a friend, it was just his recent "Escapades" that bother Matthias. Putting the thoughts out of his mind, Matthias turned back to Juliet, this time speaking in his normal, deep voice. "I'm not really staying anywhere yet. I just got here."

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"M'in the hotel near the bay," Adam said, who was still having trouble forming words properly. He blinked, took the shades off to help him see a little more clearly, squinted in the glare of the sun sparkling off the ocean, and put them back on again. The time that his blue eyes had been visible had, however, been enough for them to see his unclear pupils from the drugs he had just taken. "I've forgotten what it's called."

He blinked at Juliet again. "I heard about your book," he said, trying to inject a note of interest into his voice. His eighteen year old self would have been brimming with shy enthusiasm over the whole thing; four years on, and he had changed so much he could barely bring himself to be bothered. Not being naturally academically bright, he hadn't read much in his teenage years - just stuff that interested him, like Heavier Than Heaven and A Catcher In The Rye - but he would still have been overwhelmed by Juliet's success back then. Now, he didn't really care, because it was just a book.

"I didn't read it. But it looked good." His tone was flat and didn't sound particularly sincere. He staggered on the spot again. Shit. He really had taken too much of that cocaine. The warm sand enveloped his battered Converse and seeped in through the little holes in the side, and the sea in the glare of the sun looked black as obsidian, studded with glimmering white diamonds as the light sparkled off the gently rolling water. He waited for someone else to say something, deciding to just shut up now. A moment later, he broke this resolution as he turned to Matthias.

"So, what're you doing now?" he asked, not sounding at all interested - he was asking out of pure boredom.

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Mentally grimacing, Matthias painted a smile on his face and turned to Adam. "Well, right now, I'm standing here..." Glancing at Noelle and Juliet, he shrugged. "That's a story for another time. Right now, let's just enjoy the beach, eh? I'll go get changed." Walking lazily back around to his truck, Matthias opened the covered be of the H3T and pulled out a black duffel bag, zipping it open, pulling out a black bathing suit, and changing quickly. Matthias kept his bandana and sunglasses on, and put the duffel bag back in the bed. Walking back out to the beach, he stopped by Juliet and Noelle. "Well, you girls gonna stand there? I'm sure the ocean feels good."

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A black Hummer pulled into parking lot where James had basically grown up. The windows were opening, letting the salty air drift in, putting a smile on the twenty-two year old. He worked at the beach every weekend but not this one. No beach was quite the same as this one because of the memories that it had held.

James parked the Hummer next to a red convertible which basically shouted Noelle and a few other cars, which James could basically tell were the others. He tried to hide his excitement as he slid off his sandals and walked through the hot sand until he neared the water, where Juliet, Adam, Noelle and Matthias stood.
It was good to be home.

"Hey guys," James said, a bit awkwardly as he nearead the group.He scratched his sandy colored hair and looked around. Everyone seemed to have matured over the years, and as he looked around memories began to flood back through him.

The times he had hooked up with Noelle out here, the parties they threw, the times the police had came and chased the drunk kids away. It all seemed like so long ago and it made James a bit nervous. Could anything really be the same as it used to be?

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Noelle laughed as Matthias made his enterance. Everything seemed to be going smoothly so far.

The blonde's attention was shifted when another guy, Adam, arrived. The way the media portrayed him to be wasn't how Noelle remembered the quiet boy to act, so it was a bit of a surprise to actually see him again.

"I'm staying at some Hilton hotel down the road," She answered to Juliet, but kept her attention focused on Adam. Was he really a drug addict? I mean, Noelle did drugs more than enough in highschool to know what being high looked like and it clearly fit Adam's behavior at the moment. But it was surprising. Adam had always seemed so determined to get far in his life. He obviously had made himself a name in the music industry but it clearly wasn't the best. But Noelle couldn't be one to talk either. Every picture she took wasn't very G-rated either.

Another face arrived, this time it was James. The jock of the group. Noelle and James had been in a relationship multiple times, always having it end up that one of them were cheating but they always remained good friends. Seeing him again was awkward though, so Noelle decided to ignore his appearence.

She turned her attention to Matthias. "Yeah, sure. I'll go in," She agreed.

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"I meant as a job, asshole," Adam muttered under his breath as Matthias took his 'what are you doing now?' question completely literally, and then disappeared to get changed. James arrived just after Matthias came back and delivered what Adam considered to be an extraordinarily cheesy line to Noelle and Juliet. He hated him in that moment, and then felt guilty about it. It was probably just the drugs.

He noticed that Noelle was staring at him and felt slightly uncomfortable. He was used to people watching him - it wasn't easy to be ignored when you were on stage every other night, and constantly in the press - but it was somehow different when it was a girl he had known from school, who he had last seen in the pages of an X-Rated magazine. He didn't quite know what to say.

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Matthias turned to James as he neared them, a big smile lighting up his face. He and James went back a ways, all the way back to second grade. They'd been practically brothers in middle school and high school, though they grew farther apart when he dated Noelle. Walking over, he put an enthusiastic hand out to his friend, still smiling wide. "God damn, James! I'm supposed to be the tall one! Whatever happened to that, man?!" Matthias laughed to himself. Back in high school, he and James had been about the same height, with Matthias being a bit taller. They pretty much towered over everyone at school. But now, James was the taller one. Funny how that works.
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[I think you mean James.]

Noelle pulled off her tanktop but decided to leave her shorts on over her bikini bottom. She wasn't quite sure on if she wanted to go in the water yet, or if she was going to tan. Dropping her tank top onto the white sand, Noelle looked around.

Okay.. this is more awkward than I thought it would be..

She turned back to Adam and decided to atleast try and start up a conversation. The last time she'd actually seen him was graduation, four years ago but her and some of her newer friends had actually been to one of his bands concerts a few months ago. Noelle never told her friends that she knew the druggie only because she knew they'd want to meet him, and Noelle had read about how much Adam had changed.

"So, Adam, what've you been on - I mean up to, lately?" She asked. The stupid move was common for Noelle and she hoped he wouldn't notice. That would just add to the awkwardness of the situation.

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Matthias walked past Adam, but looked back to Noelle, giving a silent shake of the head. Just leave him alone. He hoped she got the message. Adam was too high to know what he was doing. Continuing on, Matthias walked slowly into the calm ocean, first letting the water overlap his feet, then his legs, then his thighs, and finally his torso. Staying at that depth, Matthias began floating in the steady waves, smiling. Motioning to Noelle and the rest of their group, he beckoned them into the water. It felt really good. It always had.

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James laughed as he was greeted enthusiastically by Matthias, an old friend. "Yeah, I know. I didn't even need steroids," He said, joking. "But man, I can't beat you on those fucking muscles. Where've you been training, the army or something?" He asked, as he looked around.

Everything looked the same: the ocean, the sand, even the air felt like it had four years ago when they were all care-free. The people were all that had changed. As he looked around closer at everyone, he could feel the tension rising. The rumors about Adam, the quiet and good-guy of the group, were clearly true. Juliet seemed to have opened up a bit more. The once boy-crazed teenager, Noelle had only advanced in her sluttiness and Matthias had changed in appearence. He was more built now and seemed more friendly then he was over senior year, the year that James and him started to become less of friends.

James himself didn't think he had changed. Atleast not much. Sure, he'd actually started to do good in college unlike he had in highschool but other than that, he was the same old James.

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Hallelujah was resting on her hotel bed, feeling absoloutely sick. She had never been one for plane rides, and her ride from Japan had been shockingly turbulant. After vomiting repeatedly, she had decided to take a little nap.
What time is it? She looked at the little alarm clock that sat next to her bed, and sat bolt upright.
Juliet. The beach. The others. Today. Right now.
"I'm late!" she screamed, and jumped up, slipping on her flip flops. She ran outside to the bus stop that was right outside her hotel, shreiking in Japanese the whole way. She didn't remember that she was in America until she realized everyone at the bus stop was staring her down.
One very awkward bus ride later, she was at the beach again. she smiled, remembering how much she loved coming down here with her friends in high school. Seeing a group of people about her age near the water, she ran down, her hair flying out of the neat ponytail she had put it up in.
"Guys! Guys! It's me, Hally!" The bouncy, bubbly Hally she had been in high school reemerged as she flew down to the where her friends were.
"Adam, you traitor! You got tall! We were short buddies, don't you remember?" she laughed, couldn't help but notice he looked a little strange. News of his various escapades hadn't reached Japan, so as far as she knew he was still shy Adam who had a crush on her in high school. However, she soon realized that there was something wrong with him. Was he high? She shook her head, trying to get rid of the thought.
"Noelle! Julie!" She pulled her friends into a bear hug.
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Tips: 0.00 INK Postby St.Jimmy on Mon Mar 02, 2009 1:25 pm

Luckily, Adam was too screwed over at the minute to notice Noelle's slip of the tongue. He shrugged and felt uncomfortable for a moment; how was he supposed to explain to her what he had been up to when it had been splashed all over the pages of the newspapers?

"Nothing, really," he said, when this was clearly a lie. "Gigs, touring, going to clubs and stuff. But you've probably read about it." He gave her a wry smile, and then heard the enthusiastic voice of someone else arriving behind him.

It was Hallelujah, who had always been very short, just like him. The difference was, that he had had a growth spurt just after graduation, whereas she was still the same size. He saw the nervous smile on her face as she looked at him, swaying slightly on the spot.

"'M fine," he assured her, mumbling into a slur again. He wasn't sure, but he thought he'd heard from someone, a mutual friend or something, that Hally had been living in Japan for a few years, and his band had yet to tour there. She probably didn't know about him.

At that moment, he heard the all-too familiar sound of a camera flashing and turned to see a photographer snapping a picture of him. "Shit," he said, already imagining the tagline to go with this image. Whilst Leona Emerson's family grieve over her tragic death, Adam Carlton spends his time relaxing on the beach. He wondered who the hell had tipped them off.

He was disturbed by his phone ringing and dug it out; it was his agent, Matthew. Matt was the world's fastest researcher: he seemed to find out about things just seconds after they happened. Like now, for instance. He snapped the phone open, and before he could even say 'hello', he was greeted by the words:

"Jolene Michaels."

"Who the fuck is that?"

"Jolene Michaels. The girl who you've apparently been sleeping with for a week, whilst seeing Leona Emerson."

Right. So Jo had been the one who had tipped off the press. He had always wondered what her name was short for. She wouldn't be in his room when he got back; he knew that for certain. She was probably already on a plane to Florida with the fat pay cheque she would have received for the tip-off.

"What about her?"

"She's sold her story to your favourite tabloid newspaper." Matt's voice was dry and sarcastic. "I just got a call from them. This is not going to show you in a good light, Adam."

"When am I ever shown in a good light?"

"Are you slurring?"

"Maybe. You tell me."

"You're slurring."

"Right."

"Adam, this is serious. You're going to have to get your act together! Can you imagine the outrage when the story's printed that you were sleeping with someone else whilst the Emerson girl was dying?"

"I'd known her two days, Matt! It wasn't like we had some deep, emotional connection."

"The tabloids don't print it that way."

"There's nothing I can do about that. Just ... just remember who keeps your money coming in, alright? I have to go. Keep me posted." He hung up and turned back to Noelle and Hally. The camera was still flashing in the distance; he tried to ignore it.

"Sorry about that," he said sheepishly.

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Tips: 0.00 INK Postby PureInsanity on Mon Mar 02, 2009 3:11 pm

Today Autumn finally had day to herself. A day off from classes and work. She enjoyed her life when it was busy, but she loved to have time off, as well. She had been so busy lately that she hadn't been able to go out with friends or pay attention to anything going on in the world besides class. But when she pulled her mail fro her mailbox at gave it more than the casual quick glance, she saw pictures of Adam plastered everywhere. It had been a while since she'd been able to talk to her older brother, but he had promised her that he was going to stop all the drugs and messing around. It was obvious in these pictures that nothing had changed.

Tossing the papers and tabloids on the kitchen island, Autumn grabbed at her phone, which ironically began to ring. "Hello?" she answered nonchalontly. A moment later she rolled her eyes and hung up. As she began to dial Adam's cell number, it rang again. "Hello? No, I don't know anything. Don't call me again," she said with a frustrated tone and hung up. She quickly redialed Adam's number and waited for him to pick up rather impatiently.

"I cannot believe him!" Autumn began to herself, listening to the ever so long rings. "Oh, you better pick up!" Nothing. How could he be too busy for his little sister, she wondered. She didn't want to assume the worst, so she left him a voicemail.

"Adam? Its me, Autumn. I can't believe all this stuff in the tabloids and newspapers. I'm starting to get calls from all these reporters about you now! Just... just call me back when you can, Adam."

((I left it that way cause I have to go to work... =) ))
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