A New Life: Action

holding! maybe for a one shot but if anyone feels like playing, let me know!

He was a pile holding music dodging people and not quite seeing where he was going trying to decide on the ballad number. He knew he'd said possibly a MJ song for the last one but with his death being recent so many show choirs where going to be doing songs from him and he wanted to stand out.

Just One Person was a high contender on his list so was Somewhere over the Rainbow he just wasn't sure which one he wanted more and was arguing the thought in his head when he tripped over a dog and landed on the concrete with an ooof

Once he heard the knock on the outside doors of the gym, Brad slowly sat up from where he'd been laying on the bleachers. It was almost the end of the work week, there had been nothing going on at school that day, so there really wasn't anything for him to do except count down the hours until 10:30.

So he'd called Mia and told her to come over, and added in that she needed to stop by 7-11 on the way and get him a Slurpee.

He slowly made his way across the gym, wondering if he had actually fallen asleep while laying on the bleachers, and then pressed down on the latch of the door. He pulled it open just a crack, only the side of his face visible to Mia, and eyed her sternly.

"Did you make the Slurpee right?" he asked her. He had a specific way he liked his Slurpees, about two-thirds Coke and one-third cherry, and she knew it.

To: maryannie
From: claudkishi

Oh my lord, Annie! i had an amazing idea! you know how i want to have my own fashion line? i need to make an amasing portfoleeo. while i have my sketchs, would you be willing photograph some of my clothing? you are such a wunderful fotographer that i know it will ad a real boost to my work.

i know you are super busy but maybe if you have some time we can talk more?

Claudia

 to:timcarmody 
from: mariahshill 

Tim! It's Mariah - I just wanted to know if my girl advice worked. Let me know; let's hang out later this week!

-M

Mia opened her bedroom door, exhausted from work. All she wanted was to grab her pjs and curl up and go to sleep. She walked over to her dresser to grab her night clothes when she spotted an envelope on top. Her mom left a post-it note on top of the envelope. The little note read, “This came in the mail today. You may wish to read it when you are alone.” Mia pulled off the post-it note and looked at the name on the return address.

“Dad,” she whispered. She threw the envelope back on her dresser and grabbed the rest of her pjs. She wasn’t going to read it. She hadn’t heard from him since the impersonal happy graduation card she received a month after graduation. She wasn’t interested in anything that her biological sperm donor had to say to her. Nelson was her father now. She didn’t need to see anything from that man.

As she turned off her lights and pulled the blankets around her, Mia couldn’t push that thought from her mind. What did he have to say after all this time? What stupidity would he impart to her now? Kicking off the blankets and turning on the lights, Mia grabbed the letter and ripped it open.

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Anyone want to watch the History Channel with Jay?

If not, it will be a oneshot about why no one showed up at his viewing party.

This thread is versatile like that.

Despite a grueling shift that left Pete at work til the wee hours of Sunday morning, he still found himself in a great mood as he bustled around putting the finishing touches on dinner. Hearing a knock on the door, he hurriedly walked over to the door, smiling when he opened it and saw Ellie. "Hey you," he said with a grin, as he leaned over and kissed her on the cheek.

hold!

David let out a yawn as he rolled out of his room, heading for the kitchen to grab something to eat before getting ready for work.

He stopped suddenly, looking into the kitchen. The fridge was open, and someone - a girl someone - was peering inside of it. He couldn't see who it was, since the fridge door was blocking her, but whoever it was had on boyshort underwear and what looked like a t-shirt of Bruce's.

Just as he was about to say something, the girl stood up and closed the fridge. As she turned slightly, David saw that, yes, she was wearing Bruce's shirt, and that she was Andi Gentile.

"Um, hi?" he said, still trying to process everything, as they both caught each other's eyes.

Mariah pushed a strand out hair from behind her hair and unzipped her wallet. She'd left her egg salad sandwich at home, and she was pissed, so she ducked out of the agency at two, and jogged her way down the the Starbucks. She would be crucified if she was late but, whatever, girl need a coffee. And a panini.

From the back of the line she heard the bells over the door jingle and out of reflex turned her head, seeing what looked like a familiar face. Is that Woody Jefferson? she thought, her brain slipping into an alert mode. Would it be weird if he thought I was Miranda?

Grace dug her phone out of her bag while waving to one of her coworkers as she headed out of Sephora. She was debating if she wanted to go home and take a nap, because she'd been up late watching Project Runway and Models Of The Runway and then had to be up at six am for work, or if she wanted to go shopping.

She turned on her phone and began typing out a text message to Maggie, to see if she was off and wanted to go shopping, and pushed open the door to head outside. Distracted by writing the text message, she didn't see the other girl turning to head in the store as she was exiting, and ran right into her.

Andi had thought she was wandering directionlessly through New York, trying to work out her rage by the sound of her shoes hitting against the pavement. She was wrong. Her mind may have been clouded by anger, but her body was much smarter than that and she had ended up in front of a building she vaguely recognized.

An apartment building that housed someone she had seen earlier that evening, before seeing the magazine, and was probably one of the few people who would fully understand why this magazine article was complete and utter bullshit. And thank god, when she had buzzed the apartment, he was there. And thank god, he had opening the door quickly when she pounded on it.

Storming past him, all imperious and modelly, she stalked into the apartment without a hello. "This is complete and utter bullshit!" she suddenly raged, maybe a tiny bit tearfully, as she whirled around to face Bruce, throwing the now crumpled magazine down at his feet.

Every week was turning into a long week these days. Even with her and Spencer on a temporary summer hiatus, Andi was beginning to think she finally had too many balls in the air. Maybe thank goodness she and Spencer were off. At least it meant that she had a night off at home tonight.

Sighing happily, she threw herself down on her couch and plucked up the copy of Glamour that she had forced one of her school friends to go pick up for her. What!? She couldn't very well go buy a magazine with herself on the cover, no matter how good the photo was! And she was curious.

Trying not to stare too much at the cover, Andi flipped to the article about her, Greer's byline almost as big as Andi's name, and folded her legs under herself.

"From abused teenager to sorority homecoming queen to burgeoning New York It Girl, Andrea Gentile's life reads like a modern day Cinderella story..."

Her stomach sunk as she read the first sentence. And it just went on from there. Bruce, Bruce and more Bruce -- though thank god Greer hadn't named him -- and how amazing was that she had overcome it. There was even a picture of the two of them from the eleventh grade winter formal, her face tight and wan and his blurred out.

A few months' mistake when I was sixteen and suddenly it defines me?

Her entire body felt like it was on fire as she slid on a pair of ballet flats and grabbed her purse, magazine in hand. Upstairs. So necessary.

She pounded hard on the door, glad it flew open immediately. "Greer, what is this!?" she demanded, shaking the magazine.

Bruce opened up the door to the apartment with a yawn. Blah. I need a Coke, immediately. "David, are you here?" he yelled out without actually looking into the apartment.

To: alliecarmody 
From: timcarmody 

Message:

Should warn you our darling Mother's in town.

Do not ask me how I know that. I still can't believe she showed up at work.

Tim

It had been a long weekend, but a thankfully sunny one - so it didn't seem quite so weird for Bruce to have spent most of it outside, walking. With all the walks Bruce had gone on in the past three weeks, he felt, it was too bad he hadn't been overweight to begin with, because he'd have lost serious weight, probably. Instead he'd just gotten even leaner than he already was.

Sigh.

At least he'd lost the Terrorist Threat Beard.

At any rate, today was the day. Bruce was going to talk to Andi about the dance classes and stop saying, 'Oh, another couple of weeks won't interfere with my schedule, let's just keep going with the dance stuff.' He was going to actually either decide to ask about making the classes long(er)-term, or about wrapping them up.

And he wasn't going to ask about Sherry. End of story, do not collect $200.

He smiled in recognition as Andi entered the coffee shop, and waited until she'd ordered and was on her way over before saying, "Hey. How are you?"

See. Bruce would even do small talk. That was how much Hanne and Sherry leaving within three weeks of each other was not hurting. I win.

TV was so boring on Sunday nights!

Grace sighed in frustration as she flipped through the channels while curled up in her bed. She had to work the morning shift at Sephora in the morning which she both loved and hated. She loved it because she could always see whatever was going on outside on The Today Show, which meant celebrites, but she hated it cause it was early.

So now she was already in her pajamas, curled up in bed, just hoping that something decent would be on TV. Sometimes Desperate Housewives was ok, but mostly it was just about a bunch of boring old women and she didn't care enough to keep up with it. And sometimes there was a good tv movie or something on. But there didn't appear to be anything good on now.
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To: glamgreer
From: Alexander Kurtzman

Dear Greer,

Meg is ill with an infection and has been checked into the hospital. If you could please call her on the hospital line, I'm sure she would appreciate the affection: 203-555-1647.

Alexander

Bruce shifted a little, tugging Hanne a little closer. She groaned and turned, opening one eye. "You're still awake?" she asked, voice hazy.

"Can't sleep," he replied, nuzzling the side of her neck.

Hanne made a small noise. "Don't tell me you're thinking about Sherry right after we've had sex," she said in German. "I understand that this is a difficult time, but -"

Spencer Bryant Cordingly was not a cuddler. He usually fell asleep almost immediately after their sexy times encounters. Which was something Andi was terribly okay with, she didn't need to be held. She didn't need that kind of reassurance from a man. She needed cleverness, physical strength, and raw sexual attraction - all of which Spencer had. And this strange stability, with it being for show. I know what to expect.

That said, he wasn't sleeping tonight. She was laying on her side, her back to him, her arm tucked up under her head and he was tracing a finger over her bare hip. Unusual. Maybe she could risk talking even. "I can't believe you sang to me on TRL," she murmured, gazing absently across the room.

Spencer's large presence was suddenly much more apparent behind her, his chest almost pressing against her back. His mouth traveled over her neck and she could feel him grinning. "Romantic, huh? I did good."

( Ah. So it was completely his idea, then, not an agent-imposed thing. )

David pushed open the door to his building as Mari sat in his lap, leaning against his side. So far, the night had gone great, even if he didn't really like the dinner all that much. The sake was pretty good, at least. But he still wished the restaurant had some American food.

He headed slowly through the hallway and glanced down as the flourescent light up ahead had caught the gold on Mari's necklace that he'd given her earlier.

"The necklace looks great on you," he told her, giving the side of her face a soft kiss.

Mari adjusted her giant tote bag as she stepped into Annie and Logan's (and... Trevor's?) apartment. "I think this bag weighs just about as much as me," she laughed, shifting slightly so that all her scrapbooking supplies were just visible. "How are you, I haven't seen you in forever?" she asked, reaching to give Annie a one-arm hug.

The alarm clock was one of those fancy kinds where the beep started off soft and then rose in pitch; Logan caught it before it became to loud, pounding at it randomly with the palm of his hand until it went silent. He rubbed at his face, trying to focus back in. I am...not in Florida. Right. We're in Boston. Yesterday was Opening Day, tomorrow's the next game. How do I feel so tired if I didn't pitch a damn thing? Damn. He yawned, scratching at the back of his neck. I don't need to get up yet, the meeting's not for a while still.

Why am I sleeping so far to the right side? Looking over to the other half of the large hotel bed, he saw Mary Anne on her back, her head turned away from him and her hands curled on her chest. Oh. That's why. With a grin, he yawned again and scooted against her, kissing her shoulder before placing his head on her chest, moving her hands to rest on him, and closing his eyes again. This is our first night in the same bed in six weeks. Hell yeah, I'm going for the snuggle.

Though--maybe I should get my ass out of bed and find breakfast. Snuggle first, then breakfast. Snuggle first, hope for morning sex, then breakfast. Room service! Fuck, I'm a genius. You really are, Logan. I know, Logan, but it's nice of you to say, he smirked, letting out a sigh as he slid an arm over her waist.

It had been a long, long weekend. Three days of avoiding his mother's probing questions about why he was so quiet, why he was only taking thirds, why he was going on so many walks. Three days of Adele giving him knowing sympathetic looks because he'd been stupid enough to actually tell her why he was avoiding his mother's questions.

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Shoving his key haphazardly into the door, Pete looked up distractedly at his iPhone to let himself into the apartment. Whistling, he shut the door and tossed the mail on the countertop. Not even bothering to take off his coat and shoes, he finished typing out a text to Ellie with a grin on his face. sunday the 18th. 7 pm. my place. you game?

Hearing someone clear their throat loudly, Pete looked up to see Marty standing on the other side of the counter with a smirk on his face. Pete looked at him expectantly. "Something you need, Bukeman?"

Tara was hopping around the living room, wearing a pair of bunny ears.

"Mia! Mia!" she cried, running to her stepsister, "Where are your ears?" Mia took a deep breath. Tara always got so hyper on holidays. Or any day, really. At least Sara was doing some quiet activity with Aaron. Now, anyway, all three of them were insanely hyper this morning.

"They are downstairs," Mia said, "Brad's going to be here any second, so I'm going to wait for him outside. Then I'll find the ears, okay?" Tara's eyes lit up.

"Yay! Brad's coming! Oh! Oh! Do you think he'll wear the ears?" she asked.

"You'll have to ask him," Mia replied, stepping out on the front porch, shutting the door behind her. She flopped down on the stairs, covering her face. She felt so tired right now. Maybe she could have a little nap while she waited.

Claudia pulled out a piece of licorice from the package and began to chew on it. She glanced at her watch. She was suppose to meet Tim any minute. She glanced around for him and spotted him. She couldn't help but smile when she saw him.

"Hey," she said, walking up to him and kissing him. A perfect way to say hello!

Lindsey slid into a booth, glancing at her watch and then at the door. She was suppose to be meeting Alan and she felt so nervous about it. She had no idea what to expect. She hadn't talked to him since they broke up. She wanted them to be friends after but it didn't happen. Now she didn't know how to act around him. Just act as if nothing happened between them? Act like they were old friends?

Lindsey glanced at the door again, hoping meeting Alan wasn't going to go terribly.

Bruce opened the door to the apartment and closed it with a small smile. He glanced at his phone calendar. Right. Work isn't until two. I can totally catch up on sleep.

But a sound startled him and Bruce looked up quickly. "David? I thought you'd already be at work."

To: adventureofpete
From: trevorsand

Duuuuuuuuuuuuude! I heard you went out with a girl.

Question is...DID YOU BONE HER?

- Trev

To: dawnschafer
From: claudkishi
Dawn!

can you come over after work tomorow? im going to see tims and I need help with an outfit!

Claud

Mariah rolled her head back and stared at the ceiling, breathing. Her eyes were clouded with the after image of the solid, black logo she'd been editing for a pizza place that was remodeling. Her cell phone spun on her desk, vibrating with a new text from Miranda: how's work?

Work, lately, sort of sucked. She had had two million deadlines, it felt like, in the past few weeks, and she wasn't getting anywhere. Her boss was an asswipe, but obviously, quitting was not an option. She clicked through craigslist job posting during her lunches sometimes, but nothing of value ever appeared.

She fired back a quick terrible. story of my life. i think im burnt out. dinner out later? i don't feel like cooking as her boss rounded the corner, covertly shoving her phone into an empty desk drawer, feeling utterly like she was back in high school.

"I think I might have to become more of a baseball fan now," Penny said as she walked into the sports bar with Logan. "I mean, loyalty to you and all, babe, but also, that game was awesome. And baseball doesn't have stressful bracket crap going with it, which is totally a bonus."

To: lainec
From: embernstein

I saw your boyfriend in National Enquirer the other day. Apparently he claims he's the reincarnation of L. Ron Hubbard?

I still have no idea why you would ever want to have sex with that guy, no matter how many purses he buys you.

-Em