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Alexander continued to give her a gentle back massage, smiling when she asked if she had told him she loved him. Lightly, he kissed her cheek before chuckling. "Every day of our life." he said, pointedly making life singular. As she drifted off to sleep, he gradually softened his massage until he had completely stopped. Carefully reclining her back on the the couch, he stood next to her before slipping his arms behind her back and and knees, carefully lifting her and moving her to the bedroom - Sleeping on the couch was bad for your back after all.
After gentling setting Hartley down and making sure she was still asleep, he walked backwards towards the doorway. Leaving on only the lamp on the nightstand, he slipped out of the room - closing the door silently behind him. With a little smile on his face, he made his way down to the kitchen floor, ready to make dinner for Hartley, himself, and anyone who might want whatever he kept out for them.
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Seth worked hard to supress a small laugh as he heard the flirty nature of the beginning of Alisia's sentence, and rolled his eyes. He couldn't help but smile and relax a little when she chose to joke around with him, and he knew that was probably just why she did it in the first place.
"No, no..." He replied, eventually letting the laugh out at the comment about her not being dead. I wasn't...I mean, I didn't...I didn't mean that, as such...I just wanted to know if everything was okay writing-wise...but writer's block can be a bitch...that's one thing I'm fully aware of..."
Seth had once aspired to be a writer, back in his high-school days, but the writer's block eventually got the better of him and he'd given up not long after.
"But...just as long as you're fine and that's all that's wrong..."
Natalie's smile broadened when she heard the elevator doors open down the hall, and then again as she laid eyes on Ashton as he came into view by the door.
"Aww...I missed you too..." She felt a slight blush rise in her cheeks as he kissed her cheek, and then flipped over onto her stomach to look up at him, swinging her legs slightly in the air. "And...not so good, really...some of the girls picked for this year's squad are nowhere near as good as we thought they were, which means it's my job to teach them how to, well...not suck...plus, it's always better when you and the guys are there to watch us..."
She wasn't so sure if said girls were actually really bad at cheerleading, or were just saying that so they'd get a bigger reputation boost through spending time with her. She didn't quite know why they'd do that in the first place, but she was popular and it had happened before, so she didn't completely rule the option out. One thing she did know was true was the last thing she'd said, however. Cheerleading practice was better with Ashton there. As Natalie had quite a high self-esteem, she wasn't embarrassed about flaunting herself around in a short skirt all day at school... to do it in front of her boyfriend just made her feel even more confident. Plus, there was the fact that with Ashton, she was completely smitten anyway.
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Bailey had sounded quite cheerful where ever she was, but Claire hadn't cared-she had major issues to deal with. After Claire had spoken, Bailey had then asked Claire about her priority. "Hello Claire. Emergency huh? What type of emergency slash favor are we talking about?"
Claire took a deep breath, she was going to have to need it after the story she was giving about a thousand times. But she nodded to herself, rushing through her speech and trying to be ready for the first customer who was walking through the door with a grin on her face showing her pearly-white teeth. "Ok, Bailey. You know how I love cooking and it's like...you liking modelling. And I bring over to your house those cakes that I bake and decorate, by myself. And I know we haven't spoken for quite a while now but, seeing as we're friends, I need to ask a favor-a huge one...Here is goes. I need you to tell my boss that I'm a wonderful cook and love to dedicate my time to the kitchen and you could just have to tell a teensey weensey lie, maybe say that your giving a reference and then I get my actual job!
"But I'm stuck being a darn waitresss for the time being...so please be quick and get your tiny model's butt over here right away...Oh and Meg's coming, too."
Claire smiled at her sisterly-love she shared with her friend. She basically treated Bailey as if they were sisters.
"Anyways, Bai. Gotta go, I'm busy...waitressing." She hung up on Bailey and placed her phone inside the pocket of her dress. She sighed deeply and then put on her best fake smile at the middle-aged woman she'd seen with the white teeth and directed her to her seat with a man attached to her arm. She served them and went ahead with her job-hoping the sisters wouldn't let her down, they'd never in the past. So why would they start now?
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Hartley: Her eyes fluttered open. Slightly confused, her eyes darted around the bedroom until she figured Alex must of carried her off of the couch onto the bed. She sat up and yawned, then got out of bed. She walked over to the dresser and glanced at the mirror hanging above it. She fixed her hair and rubbed her eyes, before heading to the elevator to go find Alex. She pressed the button for floor two, and when the doors opened she walked into the kitchen. She saw Alex standing over the stove, finishing up dinner. She smiled and walked over to him, wrapping him in a hug from behind, laying her head on his shoulder. "Hello handsome," She chirped happily in his ear. She was feeling very refreshed after her nap. All her stress was gone and she was happy.
Bailey: She listened intently to her friends words and took everything to mind. Already she planned on dialing up a few modeling friends to boost Claire’s chances in getting her job. While Bailey wasn’t really all that famous, she had done a few spread that got her name around. As for her friends, a few of them were up there with the big names so they’d be recognized quite immediately. It couldn’t hurt to have a few influential people come help could it? Bailey smiled somewhat, Naw, it’s for a good cause anyway. Helping a best friend get closer to her dream of being in the kitchen was the greatest of causes. “Alritghty Claire-Bear, I’ll be there in…” she paused to look at the time on her phone before making a quick calculation, “fifteen to twenty minutes. Gonna pick up a few of the girls to help. Hope that’s okay.” She smiled at the mention of Meg. “Okay then. See you in a bit.”
Claire hung up and Bailey quickly made a few calls to her modeling partners. They were all conveniently out shopping in a nearby store. With the promise that they’d all be there in a few minutes Bailey hanged up and took a big gulp of her drink nearly finishing it all. She looked at the glass and sighed before muttering out loud, “Should remember to drink slowly…” Bailey couldn’t handle her alcohol at all. She could stand up to two drinks if she drank them slowly but that was about it. One and a half if she guzzled them down. Already she felt a light buzz in her stomach. Shaking her head she turned back to Jason and smiled apologetically again. “Sorry, best friend emergency.” She rummaged through her purse for her wallet. “She’s great at cooking but stuck waitressing. Even I’m guilty of falling prey to her desserts. My agent just uses that to his advantage to make me exercise even more than I should. I don’t mind it though; Claire’s food is just that worth it.” Bailey finally pulled out her wallet and handed Jason the cost of her drink. “You know, maybe next time she bakes something I’ll bring you a sample. Would that be okay with you or are you not allowed to eat during work?” she asked as she tried arranging her hair more professionally with her fingers.
Claire giggled. She was happy that her friend was actually going to help her. She sometimes felt as though, Bailey was too busy with her modelling career that she never wanted to have Claire by her side. But Claire knew that the two were tight and Bailey would never abandon her, the way Claire would always be there for Bailey if she was in trouble.
Her head went toward a high school memory. Bailey and Claire were in the same grade in year eight, Bailey had got in trouble by the teacher for talking in an exam. But Claire backed her up, and took the blame. She never should've taken the blame but it was for a friend and sometimes you have to do that-for friendship. And the action paid off, otherwise they would've never have been friends still.
Claire had served a few people but she hadn't shown her potential tonight. She was all over the place. Her skills hadn't paid off tonight. She wanted to keep the job-but swap the roles.
Another couple had asked for a glass of water. She smiled and nodded, "Yes, ma'am." She walked over to get a jug and fill it up with ice cold water. She began to taske it over to the lady but tripped on her high heels. The jug went flying out of her hands and landed on the ground. With a splash and smash, the water soaked into the carpet and glass had smashed everywhere.
Claire tried not to look too embarassed. She tried not to look at her boss. He stared at the stat on the floor. "Claire!" he whispered, but he hadn't at all been nice. His voice was like a snake chewing into its prey, he hissed. She nodded quickly. Her hands remained at her sides, glued to her sides and walked away, a puppy in trouble, tail between her legs.
She marched toward him. "Yes, sir?" He squinted his eyes and stared at her. This was at least her third accident today. His voice was slow and harsh, and he spoke through gritted teeth. "One..more..move..buddy..and..you're......fired."
She nodded guiltily. She knew this was her last shot at this job. She had walked toward the lady who ordered the water. "Sorry about the...delay. I will go get you another one." She walked away without even noticing the lady's reaction toward the event-she simply stared at the floor.
When she had given the water, she cleaned another table that an old man had left behind untidy. He had left bits of food all over the place. She hated cleaning after people-it was so unhygienic. But it was part of her job-if she wanted to keep it. She grabbed a cloth and wiped in swirly motions to grab every crumb from that chicken schnitzel he ordered. But not seeing the pepper and salt shakers, she knocked them flying. They smashed on the table and all over two of the chairs, mixing themselves together. "Uggh!" Claire made a noise.
She wasn't usually that clumsy but today, she was. She gave a quicke glance at her manager and saw him give the direction with his index finger signalling for her to come toward him. She swallowed hard and dropped the cloth to follow his command.
Alexander has almost finished making dinner by the time Hartley had come down. He shook a bit more sweet basil onto the pan, making sure the chicken was cooked just right before he prepared to move it to a serving plate. He had made several pieces, about seven just in case he or Hartley wanted seconds or some other people wanted some as well. Just before he moved the chicken, he felt arms wrap around him from behind and smiled as he felt Hartley rest her head against him.
"Hello there, beautiful. How was your nap?" he asked, carefully turning to face her in her embrace. Kissing her forehead, he offered her a grin. "You got here in time for dinner, too." he said, using one hand to reach back and carefully remove the pan from the burner. The chicken moved smoothly onto the serving dish, the shallots already there waiting in the dish.
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Alex smiled, his sapphire blue eyes gaining that happy spark they did sometimes. "I'm glad," As Hartley filled the glasses, he began to fill up plates for both of them - taking care not to serve to much food or too meager a portion. "I'm glad, i hope you think it tastes just a good." As he set the plates on the table, he took note of the lack of utensils and turned away to go back into the kitchen. Carefully, he gathered the utensils before returning. After setting them on the table, he took a seat and placed the dinner napkin on his lap. As Hartley spoke, he attention quickly switched from the food to his beautiful wife.
"Yes, dear?" he replied, his hearing picking up the small change of tone in her voice. It seemed almost unsure, but was very clearly more serious than it had been moments ago. His expression changed to one of attentiveness as she asked if they could talk, and he leaned across the table towards her. "Of course," He completely ignored the food at the moment. "What's on your mind?"
Jodi sniffed and wiped her eyes as she heard her phone ring from inside her purse. Flipping strands of golden hair from her eyes, she reached onto the nightstand to rummage through her purse, pulling out her iPhone. Just as she was about to check who it was, the phone slipped from her hands and fell to the ground with a solid crack. Scrambling for the phone, she turned it over to behold a cracked screen. Letting out a scream of frustration and anger, she checked who it was.
It was Jakk. Wiping tears from her eyes again, she jabbed 'decline', even though she almost always answered her phone. She just couldn't talk on the phone like this, not now. Even thought she would always answer almost immediately and chatter away, she just couldn't right now. There was no way.
Natalie found herself unable to contain her happiness and beamed at Ashton when he leaned back after kissing her. His previous words had calmed her anyway, like they always did, and he always had a way of making her feel like everything would be fine...even if beforehand she didn't feel like it would be. That was just his nature, she suspected. He was just a genuine, nice guy. Although, according to both of their friends, he hadn't always been so sweet and considerate...but back then wasn't important to her. She just took every day as it came. And right now, they were just two kids, happy with eachother.
"...You're so whipped..." She teased, giggling quietly and lightly twirling a lock of Ashton's hair around in her fingers.
Alexander listened attentively, watching her with a focused gaze. Whenever Hartley needed to talk to him, he would give nothing less than his undivided attention. When she brought up the subject to starting a family, he felt a kind of nervousness deep in his chest, mixed with a kind of excitement. Alexander had always wanted children, having always been a paternal person by nature. He was good at caring for things, and found he liked it - So he had always liked the idea of his own kids someday. However, when it was brought up, it seemed almost... intimidating.
"Well..." he started, looking down at the table. "I think, i'd be happy and ready to start a family whenever you'd like to. Personally, i'd think sooner rather than later. I wouldn't want to wait until i would be too old to see all my children marry to have their own kids." he said, a tiny touch of humor on the last sentence, even though he was also serious.
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Helen and Joanna were well known and popular models. Bailey had met them at a magazine photo shoot and had hit it off with them from the start. Now, though they traveled from place to place, they mostly did work around here. They’d dolled themselves up, styling their hair in soft curves and wearing their usual exotic makeup. Bailey felt somewhat inferior to them but never begrudge them the fact. They took the twins limo, promising Bailey that they’d have someone take her car to her home. Once the Limo arrived to the restaurant Claire worked at they exited out and made a big deal of allowing the driver to open their door and speak with the attendants.
Heads had turned to watch their entrance and already Bailey could hear people murmuring about them. It was like that wherever the twins went. It was one of the reasons Bailey had called them. You could call them famous and whatever they say no one can deny. She scanned the restaurant for Claire and spotted her immediately. With a smile in her direction she turned to the twins and gave them slight thumbs up. Well, let the games begin.
Ashton: He grinned and turned his head slightly to kiss her hand. “Of course, but let there be no doubt that the only person I’m whipped by is you.” He chuckled and unconsciously fingered the object in his pocket. The nerves he’d had moments ago returned and made him jitter slightly. “I… I have something for you. I’m not all that sure that you’ll like it but it… it sort of took me hours to decide what to get.” He whispered. Slowly he took out a small rectangular box and opened it to reveal what was inside. The bracelet was made of small vine like strings of gold and was littered with small intricate pink roses. At the very center was a slightly larger rose with a small beautiful rose dusted diamond. He peaked up nervously at her to see her reaction.
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