Lines, {Vines}, and -Trying Times-

[Alina]

LINES, VINES AND TRYING TIMES

Intro;
Everybody makes mistakes, right?
Wrong. Not Ashley Cooper. She has everything. Style, fame, and the hottest beau ever.
But it's my sixteenth birthday next sunday. Mine. And though I may be an unpopular, un-famous loser, I'm gonna get that guy.

Cast;
Mica Eriksen
Nolan Briggs
Ashley Cooper
Ron Alexander
Kelsey Quezada

Q&A;

Q: I can be in it, yes?!
A: Of course. An the cheezburger is yours. Just fill out the form below.

Form;
Name;
FF Age;
FF Picture;

Chapters;
One.
Two.

[Alina]

one.

"Oh my god, Mica," Kelsey whispered. She pointed at Ashley Cooper. Her brown locks fell down on the shoulder of Nolan Briggs, my longtime crush.

"I don't care," I lied. "She can have him. If he likes her, then I guess he's not such a nice guy after all."

"Oh please. You've been head-over-heels for that guy since Pre-K," Kelsey said, in the middle of a bite her salami submarine. "There is no way you suddenly are giving up on him now, a week from your Sweet Sixteen."

"Yeah, but I might as well give up. If Ashley was a diamond ring, I'm a rock. And not the pretty kind- the weird kind full of holes," I replied.

"Whatevs," Kelsey yawned, "I know you won't feel the same way after you go dateless to the party."

---

For the rest of the lunch period, and the rest of the day, I tried to think of all the reasons could've Nolan picked her, and not me.

a) She's a model. Boys love models.
b) He's the leader of world-famous band; he needs to keep his rep up.
c) I have no life. She's been to the Oscars.
d) She wears D&G. I wear H&M.
e) All of the above.

In math class, I bumped in to Ashley on the way to sharpen my pencil. She groaned.

"Um, Mickey, do you mind picking up the stuff you made me drop? I mean, that purse is worth twice the price of your house." She looked at me with disgust.

"Actually, my name is Mica." I said, beginning to pick up her stuff.

"Actually, I don't give a dang." She said through her perfect white teeth.

"Actually, you should."

"Actually, you need to shut up. Unless you've ever been on the cover of Teen Vogue. Then you can talk, I guess."

Silently, I prayed that one of her LV purses will fall down on her pretty little head. Unfortunately, unless I had access to the tower in her four story house, that was never gonna happen.

[jelly_bean]

moreee!

[Alina]

Why thank you. && The TH obsession is doused, Ja? (I think that because you don't have a spiky haired German dude in your sig.)

[huskerrich]

more please

[Alina]

two.

I silently walked back to my seat, and endured the remaining hour of mathematics. The teacher was droning on about how you can calculate practically everything. I was trying to calculate when she'd shut up.

"Miss Mica, what are the chances that you are going to pay attention to me?" Ms. Starch asked of me, breaking my trance.

"One to infinity." I put my head back down.

---

After school, Kelsey and I grabbed a bus to the mall, where I was going to pick out my dress for the party.

"I was thinking you might go for vintage-chic. Mainly because it's cheap, but also 'cause it's really pretty." Kelsey said, showing me her detailed sketch of the outfit she was thinking of.

"That's um, totally rad, Kels." I replied, lackadaisically. The truth was, I didn't give a care what she was talking about. Nolan was on the bus, Ashley-free and hot as can be.

"Oh, I'll leave you and your imaginary boyfriend alone." Kelsey said, looking out the dirty window.

"Hey Nolan." My eyelashes fluttered. Did I put on mascara today? I wondered.

"Oh hey, Mica. It's Mica right?" He looked at me, with a hint of compassion. Or was it compassion? Man, I sure hope it was.

"Right," I blushed. "So, me and Kelsey were headed to the Westfield..."

"Wait, Kelsey's the girl with the orange hair, right?" He interrupted. Rude, but oh-so cute.

"Yep," I answered. "We were headed to the Westfield, and I was wondering if you wanted to come. You know, catch a sip at Jamba Juice, get a bagel at Noah's, help me pick out my party dress..."

"You're having a party?" He asked.

“Yeah, a sweet sixteen, at the Clairmont. I sent you the invitation.”

“Ashley was looking through my mail yesterday. She hates it when I go to other girls’ parties.” Nick said. He kicked the floor, nervously.

“Oh. Please come,” I handed him the invitation. “To the mall, but also to the party.”

[jelly_bean]

omg more
and haha yeah i guess. i mean i still listen to them but they're not like OMDGPDFMGOISJFIODAJFIOPSDFJKLFNMSDKLFNMDSKLFNS ITS TOKIO HOTEL!!!!! anymore XD

[Alina]

Originally Posted by jelly_bean

omg more
and haha yeah i guess. i mean i still listen to them but they're not like OMDGPDFMGOISJFIODAJFIOPSDFJKLFNMSDKLFNMDSKLFNS ITS TOKIO HOTEL!!!!! anymore XD

Haha.
I think you'll be happy to hear that I tore up all my Miley Cyrus pictures.
But I still luff the Jonas Brothers... and P!ATD.

[huskerrich]

more please