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[justin matthew parker]

Justin was born and raised in Nashville, Tennessee, for the most of his early life he spent it like a normal kid, both his parents helped on healing the world a little, his father being a police officer and his mother a nurse at the hospital. he had a good family supporting him when he was younger and two older brothers that looked out for him as much as they possibly could. but there was parts of his life that he would happily take back, they lived on a rough street with a lot of bad people and having a copper surrounding the enemy, meant there was a lot of people that wanted to hurt mr. parker for the things that he did for a living and stopping them from having the easy like of crime. he remembered watching one night out of his brother’s bedroom window at the front of the house, seeing these people circle the house and set it on fire. he watched until his father raced into the room and lifted him off the ground as smoke covered them both. he didn’t understand the hate some people had in their hearts to hurt such a good man, he was eight years old when this happened and since then, they never went back to Trenton and moved to London for a short while, the over seas to Spain before settling in new York on Justin’s thirteenth birthday.

This was when the dream of becoming a singer came to mind, he watched a street performing band doing there thing in the middle of new York city and he couldn’t take his eyes of them, he even walked over and asked them about their music and what influenced them to do the things they do. and they only replied with ‘you can change the world in the words you sing, write or speak. we don’t have the biggest homes, or flashiest cars but we do have a song in our heart.’ those words were printed on his first ever album, just randomly on the back cover and now in his recording studio the words were mounted on the wall, those words made him want to go out there and express his love to all the people in the world, write a song that made people feel better when there is no light in their life. to sing songs to the poor and be able to feel the connection between them, he was not a singer but just a person that sung for people. and that was when the dream came true, he wrote a lot anyway, poems and short stories as he didn’t feel as though he could express himself any other way. so he took most of the money that he had been saving for years and bought his first guitar and spent everyday playing on it, before, after and sometimes during school and sung sweet melodies along with them, until one day when he was sixteen years old, he got his first big break and this was when everything, just everything seemed to change.

His best friend’s mum had a small café but it was very popular and he was able to sing their in the evenings for a little bit more money, he was happy and could see people’s face light up when he was singing, all his songs were his own and he never sang someone else’s song, that was their stories and he wanted to express his own. but one day someone else was in the crowd, he was dressed in a smart suit and looked at him through his sharp glasses. that day was when he was signed to a new upcoming label that needed some new talent. since then he has been all over the world seeing things, singing to people that loved his music and won many awards for just being himself and only ever choosing to write and record his own songs. he sent a lot of his money back to his family, half of it was his and the other half theirs. he didn’t want all the money in the world he wanted his family to be happy, and did many events to raise money for the poor and weak in other countries. he was happy. but then only a couple of months ago when the press always wanted to see the bad in him, when the money began to mean more than the people he was singing too, Justin seemed to lose his way and resorted to drinking a large consumption of alcohol, he lost the light and he lost why he was singing in the first place. The press got what they wanted at the end of the day and he was just another washed up singer that could, and should be a lot more but he just doesn’t see it anymore.

So there is this girl, her name is Lacie Delilah Londres and her and Justin had grown up since their pre school days in Nashville Tennessee. She had grown into such a beauty and when a record company came to Nashville they signed Justin and Lacie right on the spot, so they did get to see each other a bit and did tour a little too but that was pretty much it, she was the good girl, always in the press for good reasons and Justin was seen as the partier and alcoholic to the press, and for the record company to keep the money coming in, they had to keep the couple away from each other as they sold totally different records than when they used to sing together, there was still a couple of duets that flooded the internet but people just thought they were stunts now to get them famous in the beginning, but they weren’t it was back in the days when swinging on swings all day was fun, and piggy backs rides were still in fashion, when being a kid was actually fun. But Lacie had convinced Justin into going to a concert with her in some other country or at least that was what she told him, she was actually flying them both back to Nashville for a couple of weeks for a holiday, she always knew what was best for him even when he would never agree going back to Tennessee. So they were sitting on a plane, Justin had just gone through his three bottle of beer and was listening to his ipod, the couple hardly speaking the whole journey though they were sat opposite each other.

Yes Lacie was attractive but he knew that if this ‘concert’ was true, then it was just to make people think they were dating, he always made digs saying that one day they were going to have sex and it was going to be amazing as he did see her that way, he would date her but if his mind that would lose amazing females fans he slept with after concerts. As the plane landed he stood up and grabbed his hand bag and stepped out of the private jet to see green pastures and cows. They were in Nashville, his aunty pulled up in a large old truck and waved frantically at the couple as he touched ground. What the fuck have you done Lace? he turned to her totally pissed off before throwing his bag in the back storage area of the truck and sat beside his aunty, Lacie on the other side of him. He really didn’t want to be here.

tagged: lacie delilah londres
status: finished
notes: let the drama begin
outfit: click

[lacie delilah londres.]

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I USED TO BE LOVE DRUNK, BUT NOW
I'M HUNGOVER I LOVE YOU FOREVER, FOREVER IS OVER. WE USED TO KISS ALL NIGHT

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lacie had been born in nashvile, tennessee, and she'd wanted to go back there on tour ever since she'd become a musician. she had an okay childhood; her father and mother used to fight every night since she and her twin were three. they could hear them down the stairs, yelling at eachother and saying words that even the three-year olds knew weren't friendly words, and even though the two couldn't quite understand why their parents were fighting or what they were saying, they'd cry and hug eachother tight. it was about the only time that lace and her sister would actually become vunerable to each other and open up; her sister had hated her ever since they were born. it became clear after about a year that their father favored lacie over her twin -- he spent more time with her trying to get her to say daddy, while their mother was forced to give her sister the attention that their dad didn't. when she was thirteen, her mother and father finally divorced. ten years of fighting definitely wore out the family's bond, making it strained and unnatural -- everything was forced. her mom's fake smile when lacie spoke about what her dad had done with her the previous weekend, the act her sister had to put up around their parents to lacie. she tried to make her dad see what he was doing to her twin, but he never did. and eventually, she gave up.

music was her outlet. when ever she needed to vent, she wrote down lyrics feverishly until her anger and sadness and just.. feelings were gone and she was calm again. it was where she went after the days at school, being bullied because she was chubby, it was where she went after her sister had screamed at her, after her mother gave her another fake smile. eventually, all of that seemed to add up, and she was signed to a new record label with her best friend, justin parker. he didn't judge her by her weight like other kids did. he didn't say she was ugly, he said she was average, and that they'd be best friends forever. of course, none of that actually came true -- lacie still saw herself as ugly, even though boys were practically throwing themselves at her now, and they weren't really best friends any more. they were both too busy -- justin was signed to a record company as well. actually, he was signed to the same label as she was; only the producers kept them away from eachother most of the time, because he had started to drink and such. he was the label bad boy, and she the label good-girl. they weren't supposed to mesh, but they did.. in private. the two wrote lyrics together, and sometimes met up where they knew the paparazzi didn't know about. the last time lacie had seen justin, she'd asked him to stop drinking, and a few days ago, she'd found out that he hadn't. so his consequence? this trip.

lacie had told him that she wanted him to come to one of her concerts; that it was a big, big concert for her. she had to lie to him -- she hated to lie to people, but she knew that it was for his own good, so she did it sufficiently and it worked. justin believed her.. and now they were on a plane to nashville when he thought they were going to new york. they had the curtains closed, so even if he did recognize the land, he couldn't see it, and lacie had him occupied. she was chatting up a storm with him, always throwing in a new subject so he wouldn't get bored and wonder what was taking so long, even though he wasn't talking back. finally, the plane landed, and she smiled at justin warmly before taking her things and getting off first. he followed, and when he saw where he was, he swore at her. lacie was expecting his rage, but it hurt her heart a little all the same. she winced. justin, come on. it's not that bad. she tried to convince him, looking at his radiating features in the sunlight and falling more in love with him. yes, she was in love with justin parker -- which technically made her another obsessed fangirl, but she hoped she wasn't that to him. granted, that was if he ever found out. she doubted he would; she'd been hiding her feelings for a few years now, ever since he'd helped her out after her rape.

she followed him quickly when he walked away from her angrily, some stabbing guilt in her heart with every step he took. i'm sorry, she whispered as he put his stuff in the trunk of the truck. she dumped her stuff aswell and sat in the passenger seat, justin seated between her and his aunt, whom she was on very good terms with. your aunt and i thought it would be a good idea for you to stay here for a few weeks.. at your-our- real home. you know. get a little county for once. she gave him a keen look, smiling softly. you'll thank us, believe me. she said with a nod, looking out the window and resting her elbow on the side of the door, her chin in the palm of her hand. lacie closed her eyes, letting a sigh escape her lips. she was beyond tired.

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STATUS: finished!
TAGGED: justin parker!
WORDS: 951. <3
OUTFIT: eh. imagine a simple black graphic tee with skinny jeans and checkered black and white converse.
LYRICS: love drunk, boys like girls
CREDIT: RETRO GLAMOUR ! @ CAUTION 2.0

[justin matthew parker]

Justin had always loved music, teaching himself how to play the guitar when he was seven year old before taking on the piano and drums at the age of ten. He was just a natural with music and his family always made him express himself with words or even the music he played. He only started singing when he was around twelve, actually when he used to sit in the newly harvested field with lacie, both of them armed with their guitars she would sing and he just followed her, not knowing he actually had a good voice. Both Justin and Lacie weren’t the coolest kids when they were growing up, they would rather sit in the old oak tree in the back yard of Lacie’s house and just talking about how many marshmallows do they think have been created, and made and deported around the world. Really random things and they never judged each other though children judged them, but now he was a singer, and because he wore the right clothes and so forth all the girls wanted him, he never changed himself he was still a nerd on the inside and loved to do assignments and make sure they were prefect at all times. He was a nerd and always would be, he read writer’s digest instead of OK magazine, he was a clever young man even if he seemed like such a jerk thanks to the press.

Lacie was signed to the same company that he was signed too, they had their own separate recording studio and never knew when the other was working, though they were only a few doors down from each other. Justin spent a lot of time in the studio, he found it relaxing and comfortable, the buzzing of the equipment everything working hard and then he could just pick up a guitar or head over to the piano and just play something, to make everything fade away. Since being signed he was too busy to have a social life with many people, he talked a lot on the internet and over the phone to people but seeing them, going for a coffee or something was out of the question as he knew that the press was going to be there and then there would be another stupid article about him in the next paper and he hated it, it really bugged him what they would say to sell papers. I know that they needed the money but it felt horrible to be the person on the other side of the camera, losing fans because of what they say and do just to make him look like a fool.

Justin did like going to see Lacie in concert, when they first started out they went on tour with some of the companies more established artists and it was fun, they would start behind the stage and watch them, knowing that this was for them. He held her hand for the whole time they stood backstage waiting for their turn to sing, he was so nervous and happy at the same time and he was happy that Lacie was there to make sure that he was ok. As they sat on the plane he would try to open the blinds on the windows but Lacie always pulled them shut again saying that she was tired and didn’t want too much light, though she talked to him for the whole trip there. She asked him to give up alcohol and though he may have not kept to it he did try, but it was now his new release and that was hard to give up. He didn’t talk much anyway and he was a bad flier, he was scared of heights and stuff so getting on a plane was hard for him but he was getting used to it more now. She must have been nervous or just overly happy about doing this concert as she grabbed her things and flew off the plane before Justin even stood up, he followed her before everything snuck in, what the hell was she playing at? This was not New York. Then when the old blue truck pulled up, he knew exactly where he was. She said that it couldn’t be that bad before he gave her a sharp look before throwing his stuff into the car harshly before entering the old rusty truck.

He liked Lacie but had never really looked at her as a potential girlfriend to him, maybe because he knew he was not a good guy for her, she was a good girl trying to help people and he was the bloke that would sit at the bar all night in the hotel lobby and just drink until he was unable to walk, then pass out in his hotel bed, not changing or anything. As he entered the truck and sat beside his aunty he didn’t look over at her before she actually spoke to him, just saying long time so see and he nodded and grunted in approval, he didn’t want to ever come home that was why. He looked over to see Lacie when she began to speak and his aunty pulled out of the airport area and down the long dusty road leading to a small village where Lacie and Justin grew up. When she said he needed to get a little bit of country he looked at her, seeing the keen look in her eye knowing she was trying her best, and knew just as much as he did that he had lost his way and needed this, but he just didn’t want to come home, everything was not going to be ok when he saw people he used to know. Then she looked out of the window and closed her eyes before he clasped his hands together and looked at the ground, picking up a leaflet that was rolling between his feet. It was something about an open mic night in four days he grinned as he gave it to his aunty and she smiled softly, maybe he would perform there, he always used to do open mic nights with Lacie that was how they got signed.

Soon they pulled into a small driveway that had a lovely old cottage like house at the end of it, this was Lacie’s childhood home, which his mother still lived in. Justin looked at the people sitting on the porch happy to see the couple come back as they had not seen them for the last year. He allowed Lacie out of the car first before he emerged and shut the door behind him, his aunty told him he was staying here for a bit as his mother didn’t want him at the house, she suffered from mental problems so he was just going with the flow. He grabbed his bags and sighed as he walked up to Lacie’s mother and gave her a small hug as he was led to one of the spare room that he was going to be staying in, he dumped his stuff by the side of the bed before heading over to the window, the door was open but Lacie’s mother had already walked away by this time. He sighed as he looked on the lake that he used to swim in every Thursday afternoon with Lacie and her twin sister, those times were fun. Where did they go?

tagged: lacie delilah londres
status: finished
notes: let the drama begin
outfit: click

[lacie delilah londres.]

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I'M HUNGOVER I LOVE YOU FOREVER, FOREVER IS OVER. WE USED TO KISS ALL NIGHT

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her producers and record label executives had thankfully accepted her plan to try to get justin to get in tune with his country, real roots, and promised that they wouldn't nag her about anything the whole trip. lacie was glad. even though the recording studio was probably her second favorite place --aside from tennesse, of course--, but sometimes she needed a break from there. it was there that she recorded all of her songs, some of them meaning almost nothing; like the party in the usa, and then the heart-felt ones that took her breath away and made her cry after. it was those songs that made her just want to get out of the studio. it was one of her weird kinks that she couldn't record more than three songs like that in a row in there before she needed to take a break from it. lacie was a strong girl; she faired quite well for herself, but sometimes her emotions got the best of her and she just felt like bawling her eyes out. that was usually when she jotted down lyrics like no tomorrow, and had millions of songs out of those few ideas. most of them, though, were not on her albums because they were a little too mature for her record label and her audience that the label wanted her to reach. lacie wasn't used to showing her emotions; she was reserved in terms of that, and was only completely vunerable when writing and recording. therefore, the people who heard and saw her while doing either of those two things were extremely lucky, and got to see the real her. even as a child, she wasn't that open. justin must've been the only person to see her in her most vunerable states; once, she'd actually cried in his shoulder as he held her because of the teasing she got from the people at school and her sister. it was too much at the time, but now that she thought back, she regretted ever opening up to him. she didn't want him to be anything more than a friend to her.. and definitely not a 'cry-on-your-shoulder' friend, even if it was a long time ago.

in concert, though, lacie barely ever let her walls down. she was scared to be open and vunerable to all those people; she'd accumilated a lot of fans that came to see her over the years, so she avoided singing her most personal songs at shows. sometimes, she went so far as to change the playlist for the night and changed the show completely. the producers weren't happy with her the first time, but they learned to go with it if they made a mistake and put one of her most personal songs onto the list, but normally, they avoided them. lacie knew that her fans were waiting for the day that she'd shed a tear at a concert; they had her albums, they knew all the words to the songs and she knew that eventually, they'd get sick of the fake, party songs and would want to hear the real her. but for now, she remained with the other songs. she bit her lip when justin glared at her and threw his bag into the trunk, then sulked into the front with her and his aunt. hey, cheer up. she urged gently, trying a friendly smile. she hoped he wouldn't be like this the whole vacation -- if he was, it would definitely be a bummer. look, we can go in the lake when we get there. her eyes sparkled when she spoke and thought of the lake; so many good things had happened to her there that she loved the place. she hadn't visited tennesse in forever, and she missed it. she was glad she was there, now, and especially with her best friend. she would make him have a good time.

as she was staring out the window, she heard some rustle of paper and looked over at justin and his aunt. she looked at the leaflet in his hand and grabbed it, reading it over and crunching it up. no. she refused, looking out the window in denial. she knew that if she were to sing here, she'd have to open herself up to the crowd -- it was her hometown, the people here knew her like no one else. and she was scared. lacie knew that she was being a scaredy-cat, but she couldn't help it. you can sing, she said after a few minutes of silence in the car, the only sound the gravel crackling under the truck's tires. but i'm not. nooo way. she laughed to herself as they arrived at her house and got out, bouncing on her heels. sometimes, when she got upset about something, she immediately went to being overly happy and such; it was her defense. that way, no one would know that anything was wrong and she'd be alright, avoiding questions. lacie hated to lie, and wasn't that good at it, either, so she tried to steer clear of it whenever possible. part of the reason why she was terrible at lying was her eyes. they shone with every single emotion; whoever said that someone's eyes were the windows to their soul was certainly dead-on with her. that was another one of her fears, so she wore loads of sunglasses and often bowed her head and calmed herself down in a moment of panic. she took her stuff from the trunk --she had muscles, she used to do all kinds of sports-- and walked up to her mom, hugging her.

hey, momma. she greeted quietly, her mother smearing kisses all over her pale face. lacie giggled. momma! stop! her mother ceased. okay, honey, go inside and get comfortable. it's so good to have you home. she nodded and went inside, inhaling the scent of her house. she smelt her mother's infamous chocolate chip and oatmeal cookies and grinned to herself, running up the stairs to her bedroom. she dumped her stuff and sat on her bed for a few moments, taking in the room that she spent her childhood in. it was decorated a year before lacie's fame had taken off, leaving it a little more maturer than it was with her childhood, but she still wanted to redo some of it. she light colors in it were refreshing, but killing her at the same time. she was so happy back then. wiping away a tear that had fallen onto her cheek, lacie got up and went to the guitar that she'd left home in the corner of the room. she'd named it -- betsie --, and it meant everything to her. she'd cried so many tears on it and started so many meaningful songs that she couldn't bring it to la with her, couldn't bring it on tour. she was scared shitless that it would get damaged, and she was glad that she had kept it there. running her fingers over the wood, she picked it up and strummed it, then tuned it a little and sung quietly. i can almost see it, that dream im dreaming.. she paused, then smiled to herself and put it back down. lacie decided to check up on justin and walked to the guest bedroom that she knew he would be resting in and walked in, leaning in the doorway and watching him. hey, bud. she said with a small smile. still angry? she asked gently, giving him puppy-dog eyes.

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STATUS: finished!
TAGGED: justin parker!
WORDS: 1289. <3
OUTFIT: eh. imagine a simple black graphic tee with skinny jeans and checkered black and white converse.
LYRICS: love drunk, boys like girls
CREDIT: RETRO GLAMOUR ! @ CAUTION 2.0

[justin matthew parker]

Justin lived in his studio, sometimes he even slept on the couch just hoping that in the middle of the night he would awake with muse in his mind and then would be able to write a sing that he actually loved for once. Justin and Lacie used to be a team, it was always them, just them and no one else mattered the nights they spent on the pier, leading out to the lake they would just sit there and talk to each other for hours, even sometimes when Lacie was not allowed out he would run to her house and stand under her window, and talk to her that way. He needed her back then and it was odd to feel as though the guy that was in the truck with Lacie and his aunty felt as though he didn’t need her anymore, though everyone knew that he was only lying to himself, his mother wanted Lacie and Justin to get married and have children, a lot of the people in the village wanted that as well, but Justin never really thought too much into love, the only girl that ever made him feel special was Lacie but his feelings were all over the shop at the moment. Justin loved being on stage in front of people, he liked seeing the happiness on their faces when he was singing, the slow songs, the rocker kind of songs and even just lyrics that he came up with and wanted them to hear, just to see if they liked them. But after the booze and partying became more important to him he just did the music part of it for money now, not for the pleasure of being looked up to by people.

Lacie told Justin to cheer up in the car, she wanted him to be happy about this, give him a six pack of beer or a new guitar and he was happy, but this. He promised himself he wouldn’t come back and here he was, going down these old dusty roads he knew so well because Lacie lied to him. When she spoke of the lake he looked over at her for a minute, part of him wanting to smile because it was the place thye spent so much time at, but he was meant to be mad at her for lying to him, but he couldn’t exactly make this vacation hell for her because he didn’t want to be there. As he looked at the leaflet he had a cheeky smile on his face, if Lacie was making him come on this stupid trip then she was going to do something for him and he knew exactly what he wanted, he came to see Lacie sing and he would even if he had to drag her there himself and make her sing. He laughed when she clutched the leaflet and crumpled it in her hand and looked out of the window. When she said that he could sing but not her, he laughed before taking the leaflet off her again You’ll sing, you’ll see he grinned before putting the leaflet in his pocket just for safe keeping. As they exited the car he couldn’t help but allow his eyes to look over Lacie’s beautiful figure as she walked towards her mother, he grinned lightly before shaking it from his mind and returned to his emotionless state, he wasn’t going to fall for this, the girl, his home anything he was still Justin Parker.

As Justin looked out of the window he hand pressed on the glass gently he watched the waves, the lake was right by Lacie’s house, actually it was part of their land, with a small pier and a tiny little boat floating beside it. He honestly loved this place and no matter what happened he had to love it, it was home after all. Then as he got lost in his train of thought he heard some behind him, he looked over his shoulder to see Lacie standing there before he allowed his hand to slip off the window and turn towards her, his back against the pane of glass, folding his arms across his chest. I can’t believe you brought me here, of all places. I told you I didn’t want to come back. he didn’t sound angry in his voice he just made it clear to everyone that he didn’t want to go back to Tennessee until he was ready, his mother was a looney and his whole family had moved elsewhere, also this was the place he had to watch his father die, there was so many bad memories here, and even though Lacie was one of the best things he had here, he just didn’t want to go through it all again, becoming so close to someone and then losing them because of music. Anyway, open mic night you have to do it, we always used to do it when we were kids. he spoke before hearing her mother shout them from downstairs.

Justin smiled weakly before passing her and heading downstairs, he took off his suit jacket and placed it on the coat hanger before going into the kitchen were everyone was, Lacie’s mother had always been nice to him and he was grateful that he was able to live with her because of his psychopathic mother. Justin, it is so good to have you home, how is the album coming? he smiled before sitting down at the table. I was meant to be finishing it this week, but I guess not anymore huh he smiled meekly, he was going to have to act like he enjoyed it here, he couldn’t let them know how much he hated this place. You got any beers? he asked but Lacie’s mother must have known about his drinking as she explained there was going to be no alcohol in the house the whole duration the two young adults were in her care. When he heard that he stood up and walked out of the room, out of the front door and down the dusty road, he couldn’t live in a house with no alcohol, so it looked like he was going to find a bar or something.

tagged: lacie delilah londres
status: finished
notes: let the drama begin
outfit: click

[lacie delilah londres.]

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I USED TO BE LOVE DRUNK, BUT NOW
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lacie loved the studio. it was like her second home; she lived to go there. even if it held lots of teary-songs and fake ones, she loved all the buttons that fixed her voice to perfection and that added some kind of special effect that made the song that much better than it was originally. the cool thing about it, though, was that the people completely accepted her ideas for the songs and such and took them into consideration, showing her what they wanted to do and checking with her to see if it was okay. because she was the one writing the songs, she got some say in how she wanted the effects to be done and where and when, especially for how long. she didn't want her voice too auto-tuned, because then it would make her sound crappy live and fake on the cd. sometimes, though, when she had to record a song in studio for a dead-line and her voice wasn't the best, she gave them the right to auto-tune her voice as much as they wanted. another cool thing was that, aside from the fake, party-and-completely-happy songs that her record label wrote for her, she wrote all the songs by herself. sometimes she needed some help with the music, but usually she wrote every single song by herself -- a quality of a true musician. when she was younger, her father had always admired this quality, and told her; that's when she had decided that singing and writing songs was what she wanted to do. having so much support from her father really encouraged her to do better, even if her mother rarely cared because she was so busy trying to show her twin some love.

lacie had a crush on justin ever since they were in grade four. she had loved the way he never seemed to care about how nerdy she was or how fat she was; he never seemed to care that he was a loner, either. they were two peas in a pod; so different but so alike at the same time. they had a lot in common, but had a lot that they liked that the other didn't. maybe that was why they got along so well -- they were the same, but they weren't, and whatever the case was, they accepted eachother and remained friends. of course, their connection had been shaken from the whole being discovered thing; the two were pulled apart almost brutally. she had felt so lonely in the beginning without justin -- he was such a big part of her life and she had always had such a huge crush on him that it was harsh on her heart to be so far away from him, as it seemed. she got through it somehow, though, and her heart fluttered and her stomach did flip-flops whenever she did get to see him or when they were allowed to record a song together. she could never sleep the night that she knew they would be recording, imaging the scenarios in her mind.. maybe, she'd finally be strong and courageous enough to admit how she felt. she never was, though. everytime she thought she could do it, she'd walk up to him and get lost in his eyes and forget all her thoughts completely. and then, the doubts would hit her; all the negative thoughts and the bad scenarios and she would chicken out and say something completely random that made no sense. justin would look at her weird, probably wondering why she had done what she did, and she always woul blush scarlet and stutter an excuse to get away from him and collect herself. sometimes, she hated what he did to her, but sometimes she loved it. she loved the way he stole her breath, sometimes she despised the fact that she was always breathless around him. she loved the way she blushed whenever he complimented her; even the smallest things made her trip over her words and flustered her to no end. not to mention, they made her check out her appearance. that's the thing she hated about his compliments -- to follow them, she would look at herself in a mirror, one of the things she hated, and not think about his compliments.. she'd look at herself and pick out the things that she hated, then go and eat and make herself throw up because she was just that fucking ugly. he made her giddy inside, but he made her hate herself more. his perfection; standing next to him at a show or sitting next to him when writing a song or just plain hanging out reminded her of how lucky she was that she had something so damn beautiful inside and out as a friend, and she thanked god for him. she loved him endlessly, from the bottom of her soul and all the way up, with everything in her.. and she wouldn't have it any other way.

that's why, when she heard of his drinking and partying and such in the media, she went to go talk to him. she had this trip in her mind for awhile, but she was planning it out perfectly. lacie was also a perfectionist, so everything had to be exactly the way she wanted, or she got very upset -- not at the people around her, but at herself. it was one of her worst traits. when she heard of justin's path that veered him away from his loving, caring soul, she decided that she had to do something about it. it hurt her endlessly to think that he'd become this.. thing that she didn't know; this alcoholic. he didn't deserve that. he didn't need that. he deserved everything and the best, the world and anything else, but not the worst things in life that would hurt him. it hurt her when she saw him and heard of him doing things that hurt him; her heart ached when another story of him partying it up and drinking came up in a magazine, and she was honestly depressed for days over it. some people had told her that it was stupid to get so upset over him, and his desicisons, but she couldn't fucking help it. she loved him so much, she couldn't help but get so upset over his faults and thoughts of doing things so horrible. then again, she was the one who shoved her finger down her throat and made herself throw up, but she didn't necassarily think of that as a bad thing. she just wanted to become more beautiful, more pretty, so maybe justin would see her as more than a friend one day -- so she could prove all the people that had bullied her in the past wrong. she hadn't reached the weight she wanted to be yet; she was one hundred and ten pounds, and it was still too much for her. lacie knew that some people noticed her declining weight, but spoke nothing on the matter, of course. she couldn't tell anyone about her thoughts until the process was done and she was beautiful. it didn't work that way.

she looked over at him when he raised his eyebrows at her and gave her that smirk that sent her over the edge; made her heart burst into a marathon of blood-pumping and made her want to kiss him right then and there. it wasn't until her brain processed what he had said that she had snapped out of her love-sick daze. what? no. she insisted, her hazel eyes widening at the thought of her singing infront of her family and friends; the people who knew her and knew when something was wrong and when something wasn't right. it made her sick to her stomach when she thought of the people she cared about worrying over her and her stupid emotions and weight-obsession and such. she couldn't let them worry over her -- she was a big girl, she could care for herself. she didn't want them suspecting anything bad going on. lacie refused to sing in her home town, in this trip. she just couldn't.

lacie smiled softly to herself as she watched him look out the window to the lake, probably, admiring his angelic features. the pale, brilliant skin; the chocolate-brown eyes that made her want to melt; his same-coloured curls that were styled so damn perfectly and made her want to run her hands through it; his figure, which made her go wild; and, at last -- but certainly not least -- his smile, which made her weak in the knees. she blinked and snapped herself out of it when he turned to her, a scowl on his lips. she shrugged when he complained to her, her eyes scanning the room. it used to be her sister's room, but now it was empty. the paint was chipped a little from when she threw her fits and threw stuff at the walls, the furniture not her's. it was a guest bedroom now, of course, and lacie wondered if justin remembered that it was her sister's or not. the thought of her sister sombered her, and her face fell for a few moments. the two hadn't been in touch at all, even though they were twins and they were supposed to be together. looking exactly like the other had to count for something, right? but apparently it didn't for her sister; all she saw was their father's favorite, and hated lacie for it. she had never rejected the idea -- she knew it was true, but it hurt all the same. lacie looked up from her shoes when he spoke again, and this time it was her turn to scowl at him. i told you, no. she said stubbornly, crossing her arms and narrowing her eyes at him. she wasn't kidding, not one bit. she would kick and scream if that was going to be what it would take so they wouldn't make her go. even though she didn't want to act like a little girl, she would resort to it if it came to that. she absolutely despised the idea of going and singing to those people, in her hometown.

she looked behind her as her mother called them down and inhaled quietly to herself as justin walked past her, smiling a little from the axe that he was wearing. she followed him down the stairs and into the kitchen, hugging her mother once more in greeting. lacie watched the exchange between her mom and him, her eyes widening in disbelief when he asked if there was alcohol in the house. she wanted to scream at him so bad for even fucking asking the question, but when her mom calmly replied that there wouldn't be and he stormed out, she lost it and followed him angrily. justin! she shouted, huffing to herself. if this was what he was going to be like, then maybe she shouldn't have brought him home. it was one thing to be addicted, and, yeah, obviously craving whatever he was addicted to, but to storm out on her mother? that was rude. she caught up to him, grabbing his arm and walking infront of him. she glared at him, warning him to stop with her eyes. now, you listen to me, justin matthew parker. i will not have you being rude in my house. she spat, fire in her eyes. it died down after a few seconds, and she inhaled and exhaled deeply through her nose. she relaxed after a minute, sighing and cocking her head to the side at him. justin, where'd you go? she felt like she didn't know him anymore. the boy that stood infront of her was never rude to her mother, but.. here he was, being just that.

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STATUS: finished!
TAGGED: justin parker!
WORDS: no idea. Oo gotta go to bed.
OUTFIT: eh. imagine a simple black graphic tee with skinny jeans and checkered black and white converse.
LYRICS: love drunk, boys like girls
CREDIT: RETRO GLAMOUR ! @ CAUTION 2.0

[justin matthew parker]

Justin thought that once he had a crush on Lacie but she always seemed to just come across as a friend that he never realized what he was really feeling, was it puppy love when he was younger or did he just appreciate that he had such a good friend to rely on at all times. He found it really hard when they both got signed, it didn’t matter that they were on the same deal with the same record company, he still felt as though he was going to lose his best friend in one way or another. He found it harder to sing on stage without her being out there, and then being able to go backstage and hug her just to feel better and make the nerves fade away in his body. They had only ever recorded one song together it was for an event for less fortunate children and it got them both a hell of a lot of publicity and money for it which in Justin’s mind was when everything seemed to go wrong, the money and the paparazzi, the girls and the drink was all over whelming for him. He always thought that he was going to grow old with Lacie by his side, in one sense or another, either as a very good friend or maybe his wife and the bearer of his children. As he grew up he realized more what love really meant, being able to put all your trust into that person and know that they wouldn’t abuse it.

Lacie was a ray of sunshine for Justin, he felt much better when she was around, and she just had a glow about her that made him feel comfortable. He was a confident person anyway but she made it better for him. Justin didn’t see himself as being special or beautiful or anything else that people had told him, he was just Justin. He was that Tennessee country born that lost his way after a while and found out that sometimes being beautiful or talented was not all that it cracked up to be, you had to have a good head on your shoulders to cope with all that blame that people liked to put on you. He loved Lacie with all her so called flaws that she would call him, the little dimple that appeared when she smiled got him the most, he just wanted to touch it every time she smiled, it was one thing on her that he completely loved and it also seemed to be the weirdest thing you could find on a person. Though he also loved her body, lips and personality that smile had never changed in the many years she had been alive on this world. Everyone talked about Justin’s drinking, and it bothered him he wished people would for once leave him alone, just let him do whatever the hell he wants to do for a little bit, even if it meant being a little out of the ordinary and just plain downright stupid, he wanted to be like that for a little bit.

Justin didn’t think he was an alcoholic, yes he drunk a little bit too much for an eighteen year old but he wasn’t stupid, he knew when he had too much and when he should leave. It was getting worse though, harder to get up and walk away from the booze, and the general clubbing and partying life. People worried too much for his liking, he took a approach to being a daredevil since he started drinking, and people did not like that but wanted to live his life, he had always been the good boy, the one that kept to the rules but now he felt better, refreshed that he was able to take his own life in his hands and do whatever he wanted with it. Lacie was not going down without a fight about the whole open mind thing and it made him smile, she could be so defensive over things when she wanted to be, he wished she would just loosen up every once in a while. As he turned round he took a moment to look at her beautiful figure, he noticed a lot that she had lost a lot of weight but he just thought it could have been due to stress of being such a good girl all the time, but he knew never to ask a girl about her weight unless you were asking for a slap. She scowled at him as she repeated that she was not going to sing for the open mic night, he laughed a little before hearing her mother call them downstairs, Lacie really did need to loosen up, he’d probably sing knowing him, he was always up for a little singing session with the folks.

When Lacie’s mother said that there was no alcohol in the house he suddenly got up and left, he wasn’t in the mood for this, two weeks without a drink, they had to be kidding. As he trotted down the stairs away from the house he heard his name being called behind him but he didn’t take any notice as he marched away from the house, grabbing his wallet from his pocket and checked he had enough to get him through the night before putting it back. As she grabbed his arm and pulled him behind her and stopped in front of his face he came to an abrupt stop and looked at her, looking just as pissed off as she did. When she shouted at him telling him he couldn’t be the way he was, he pushed past and carried on down the road. When she then said where he went, he turned round looking at her before rubbing his face trying to control his anger. I went to the dark side, they have cookies he laughed before turning round and walking away. Ten minutes later he was in the middle of the town and found a nice enough bar to sit in and have a couple of beers. He took a seat on the bar stools by the bar before ordering himself a beer and waited for it.

tagged: lacie delilah londres
status: finished
notes: let the drama begin
outfit: click

[lacie delilah londres.]

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lacie was growing up. when she'd started out, her first memories were of her and justin sitting infront of a small group of people --like the open mic night-- and singing and playing their little hearts out. someone from a record company had been there, looking for some new talent. he had liked their sound and had hooked them up for some seperate, small-crowd performances in cafés, and when he saw that everyone liked them, he signed them both. she had remembered the thrill of hearing those words, the happiness bursting out of her as she did a jig. the man had chuckled and told them that they needed to write some songs, show the company and then start on a single and music video and then a cd. lord knew that she tried her damnest to make her first cd her best, but looking back, she accepted that it was probably the worst out of all of them. she sometimes listened to her first songs and we-wrote them, or sometimes even got new song ideas from them. her songs were now more sophisticated--she'd gone through a lot the past few years and she put it all into writing. her usage of rhymes and vocabulary had gotten better, and her knack for what was in had gotten even better than her songs had. even though some of them were 'i-don't-really-give-a-shit' party songs and innocent ones, she had her fair share of hidden songs in her journal, waiting to be released to the world. lacie always had that fear, though. the fear of opening up and being hurt again. she never liked to look back to the night she was raped, but it always seemed to come back to her at the most illogical and stupid times. usually, they come back at night, when she was supposed to be sleeping. they wake her up and made her scream and thrash, trying to get the memories out of her mind. they got so vivid sometimes that she had to have the reassurance of one of her band members to tell her that he was gone, in jail, and nowhere near her. she ends up sighing and thanking them, then going back to sleep, only to have blank dreams. she figured it was better than having nightmares, but she doesn't like having no dreams, either. lacie always found herself itching to call justin and cry to him over the phone and tell him to come and see her because she was lonely without him and she only felt safe when she was around him. around him, she felt protected, like he was her blanket when she went to sleep. they used to hang out and sometimes fell asleep with eachother on her bed or couch when they stayed up too late talking. she didn't know about him, but she still got butterflies just thinking about it. she missed him more than comprehendable, and now that they're going to spend more time together, lacie began to get jittery. she loved justin, even though she didn't want to admit it. he was her best friend, her person to lean on when something wasn't alright, her person that she was able to tell anything to.

except for the teensie fact that she didn't want to just be friends with him; she wanted something else. she knew that he would be scared shitless if she did, so lacie remained silent all the times she could've and should've told him. he's probably got a girlfriend anyways, she thought to herself bitterly as she headed to his temporary bedroom. everytime that lacie looked at him, she was reminded that she was just the friend, and that he probably had some other girl on his mind, and the thought always brung her lower self-esteem. she doesn't like the feeling she got when he looked at her and she swore that he knew but he never said anything about it. she made it so obvious sometimes, she didn't know how he didn't know, but she shook the thought away as he storms out of the house. the emotions of anger are easier coming towards him because it is one emotion that didn't last long and one that she could deal with easier. she glared at him sternly as he remarked on her question wittily and stalked past her. lacie contemplated following him, but shook her head at the thought. if he was going to be like that, then she wasn't going to talk to him. she hated when he got like that; all snippy and uptight about something. she knew that she could get like that -- they all could when they were upset about something, but she was aggitated beyond belief that the reason he was upset was because there wasn't any alcohol in the house.

yeah, go kill yourself. she called to him as he walked away, shaking her head. close to tears, she scolded herself mentally and wiped her eyes as a few slipped down her pale cheeks. idiot. why the hell are you crying? it's just justin. she repeated that to herself in her mind as she walked back home, her hands in her pockets and her head hanging low. she didn't like fighting with justin -- it was like they were destined not to. bad things always ended up happening when they fought. she knew that they effected eachother to a certain point; they were around eachother for so long and they were bound so tightly together by friendship ties that it was hard to let the other hurt without hurting themself, but this was ridiculous. she never cried. lacie had taught herself not to cry, because she saw it as the biggest weakness ever. she felt like such a wimp when she cried; she felt so damn vunerable that she just simply refused to. and now she was, and only because he had walked out of her house rudely for some alcohol? she needed to get a grip. no matter what she thought, he wasn't going to change, and no matter how much she tried to show him, he'd never know that she was completely in love with him.. the thoughts depressed her, dragging her heart down to her toes and not bringing it back up for air. glancing behind her, justin was nowhere to be found, and she sighed to herself, wrapping her arms around herself.

now she felt more lost than she ever had, and it was all because of him.

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STATUS: finished!
TAGGED: justin parker!
WORDS: 1118 ?! O: didn't expect that; most of it is babble. i had no muse, but i wanted to post. xD
OUTFIT: eh. imagine a simple black graphic tee with skinny jeans and checkered black and white converse.
LYRICS: love drunk, boys like girls
CREDIT: RETRO GLAMOUR ! @ CAUTION 2.0

[justin matthew parker]

Justin had always loved music there was no doubt about that, since he could really understand music he loved it. Justin’s father passed away just a week before Justin resorted to alcohol for help; the press found out that Justin’s father was killed by a gang in the middle of the street in front of his home. Justin has never been the same since, people like to use it as an excuse that his drinking is to help the mourning of his father, but it was passed that now, yes it was hard to lose your father but he was drinking now to fill the empty hole in his whole being, he had nothing else anymore but music, and it scared him to not have that connection with people anymore. Justin never really thought of Lacie in the relationship/girlfriend kind of way, she was nice and caring, everything he wanted in a girl but at the same time he was vulnerable to her in so many different ways, she knew him unlike all the other girls he had been with. It was like dating a part of him which could be seen as good and bad, he was scared though if they got serious that he could fuck it up and then both of them would lose everything they had over the many years they had been involved in each other’s life. Justin didn’t really think about girls and never really had anyone on his mind, something to distract him from life, in a way he always had Lacie on his mind as she was connected to most aspects of his life, so he couldn’t get away from the fact that she had to be on his mind, he also missed being able to curl up in bed with her when they were younger and just act like the world was not a cruel and mean place.

Justin didn’t listen to Lacie last remark when he was walking away, he was in one of those moods that were too hard to just cool down and act normal again, he needed to go and be by himself for a little while. After a while when he found a bar he sat at the counter and had a couple of beers, giving the lovely bar maid tips for being so nice to him, as she must have known he was under age but she was still serving him. He sighed as a couple of people came up and said that they knew him from when he used to live here. It had only been like a year, maybe a little more but he didn’t recognize anyone much anymore, they were all the same, the press, the public, his friends and family were all the same. He couldn’t see the difference anymore which was bad for him as he acted the same with everyone. The night drew on and after another couple of beers he thought it would be a good time to wander back to the house, he was not drunk just jolly as he headed down the dusty road leading up to Lacie’s house. He sighed as he stepped up the few steps leading to her front door and entered the house, making his way up the stairs and to his bedroom, which when he entered it for the second time recognized it was her twin sister’s old room. He took off his shirt, leaving his chest bare as he leaned over the bed to grab a small bag to get his pyjamas out off, grabbing some jogging pants and a plain white tee shirt, he began to unbuckle his pants and slipped them off his legs and then changed into his new outfit before messing with his bed getting comfy before going to sleep for the night.

tagged: lacie delilah londres
status: finished
notes: SHOCKING POST. just start from the next day if you want.
outfit: click

[lacie delilah londres.]

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lacie thought over the reason why she had brought justin here. well, he needed it, obviously. she could see by simply looking at him that he was getting lost in the fame, money the only thing on his mind -- she knew him that well. they were buddies; they had eachother and only eachother when they were younger, telling eachother everything and pinky-swearing that they wouldn't dare tell any other person. and that kept true to that promise, only they had grown up.. and it wasn't a good thing. she had trusted him with the rape, telling him all the horrifying nightmares that she still had from that night. the fear that the guy was still lurking somewhere in the shadows, waiting to pounce and attack her. he wasn't caught; atleast, not that she had heard of, and she knew that she probably would've, since she would've had to be in the court room. she was glad that the news still hadn't gotten leaked to the media -- the only people that knew were justin, her mother and her sister, and she knew that her mother wouldn't tell anyone, but her sister was god-knows-where and doing god-knows-what and she still hated lacie, she knew that. lacie wished she could fix the bad bond between her sister and her, but she figured that she couldn't.. and even if she wanted to try, she didn't know where her sister was. at the moment, she could've been blabbing about her rape to some person who worked for a magazine or newspaper or.. someone. she hated lacie to that extent. and justin, well, she didn't trust justin anymore. she wanted to -- she wanted to pretend like it was all alright and that he didn't have a drinking problem and wasn't loosing himself and that she was perfectly fine with it all, but there was only so many lies that lacie could tell before she became sick with them all. she hadn't told him about her anorexia and bulimia yet.. he didn't need to know. the main focus of this trip was to help her best friend find himself again, and lacie was sure as hell determined to get the job done. she didn't give up; she was stubborn like that, and while in this case it was a good thing, sometimes it wasn't.

but she didn't worry about the consequences of taking justin with her; she didn't think about what outrageous and completely untrue stories would pop up when people finally started to snap photos and then they ended up in magazines.. lacie didn't mind, really. she knew that most of the stuff in those crap teen-magazines were rumours and totally made up anyway, and her and justin had been romantically linked before, when they had gone out together a few times as friends in the past. looking back, she remembered that in the photos they looked distant, and even though people were claiming jacie, all the headlines were 'jacie looks distant, is a break-up coming?' or 'not so into eachother anymore? jacie on page..' and to be honest, they were. justin and lacie were nothing like they used to be, they were a simple, raw shell from what they were in the past. they couldn't tell eachother anything anymore, they didn't really even care about eachother anymore -- atleast, that's what justin acted like. but, on the other hand, he acted like that to everyone those days, she had taken note of. so maybe it wasn't just her, but she had such a bad hobby and blaming every single thing that went wrong in her life on herself that she never believed otherwise. people once told her that she was too hard on herself; until she realized that she wasn't and that those people were talking crap and she just didn't listen and put on a fake-smiley face for everyone. that's what lacie was. fake.

she didn't like to think of herself as a fake person, but in every aspect, she was. she lied, she put a little too much make-up on because she was so damn insecure with her looks that she couldn't stand to see herself otherwise, she put on a fake smile.. lacie didn't like to do any of those things, but she felt like she had to. she was under the eye of -basically- the whole world; she had to impress and keep peoples' interest, and it was a hard thing to do as a musician. if your sound was lame and out of season, you were off the market and lacie knew that it took a lot of hard-work and ass-moving to get you back on. she tried to listen to the newest sound, what people were listening to these days, and take those concepts but twist them to her advantage and to how she interpreted them. she was fake, but her music wasn't, and that's what she liked about herself, in a sense. really, lacie wasn't able to accept anything even semi-okay about herself; it was just who she was. she was raised like that, being bullied in elementary school with a sister that never stood up for her and hated her, a mother that loved her but was busy all the time and with a father who was away and not living with them. justin was her only friend, her only confiance back then, but not anymore. she was growing used to it.

at dinner, she only had a half a serving, throwing it up after when no one was around in the bathroom. she flushed the toilet and wiped her mouth, so used to the routine that the up-chucking part didn't even phase her anymore. she got up and brushed her teeth, changed into pyjamas and went to bed at ten; way before her regular bedtime, but she was just too tired to do anything else. sometime in the middle of the night she heard footsteps go to the guest room and smiled in her sleep just thinking about justin, but went quickly back into her unconcious state of mind and let herself dream. this night, she didn't have any nightmares, and she wondered if it was because of his presence near her. even though justin made her totally nervous to be around because of her whole 'in love with him' deal, he also gave her a sense of calm. lacie felt uneasy in the weird mix of emotions, she hadn't been around him in so long, but she tried to welcome the odd feeling as best as she could. she was waking up before she knew it; seven thirty in the morning. well, it felt early, but then it didn't. waking up at home at this time was the norm for her, even though her traveling and touring schedule was completely all over the place and not very scheduled. she swung her legs over the side of the bed and rubbed her eyes, arching and cracking her back. she snapped her neck, sighed at the released tension, then smiled and pulled her white breast-cancer supporting slippers to her feet. it was weird, she was like a human ice-cube; her hands and feet were freezing all the time, regardless of what she was doing. her mother told her it was nerves and stress, but whatever. slipping her slippers on, she brought herself to stand and walked over to her night-stand, brushing her hair and going out the door to the bathroom. she washed her hands when she was done and walked down to the kitchen, greeting her mother with open arms. she helped her mom with breakfast, her stomach squeezing with the smell of eggs and bacon, but she held it in.

when breakfast was done, lacie pecked her mother on the cheek and told her that she was going out for a bike-ride. her mother protested and started to tell her to stay for breakfast, but she insisted that she wasn't hungry and ran out the door before her mother could hear her growling stomach. still in her pyjamas, she got onto her bike with her shoes on and peddled around the fields, loving the feeling of the wind against her skin and the whoosh of the tires against the gravol. the feeling was almost like driving in a car, but better. on a bike, lacie felt free; in a car, she was more caged up and had to worry more. her bike just let her take herself where she wanted to go without worrying about anything else, really, and it was good exercise. she greeted a few people she knew warmly as she flew past them, only stopping for a few moments for some good family friends. soon enough, lacie was back home, and she put her bike back in the garage before she went inside. she took her shoes off and ran her fingers through her hair, going back into the kitchen.

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STATUS: finished!
TAGGED: justin parker!
WORDS: 1542 <33
OUTFIT: eh. imagine a simple black graphic tee with skinny jeans and checkered black and white converse.
LYRICS: love drunk, boys like girls
CREDIT: RETRO GLAMOUR ! @ CAUTION 2.0

[justin matthew parker]

He could hear it now, what people would be saying about him and Lacie, ‘childhood sweethearts go back to hometown together’ or ‘jacie back on in Tennessee?’ he hated it when people stuck their noses into his business, what right did they have? None that was it. Why did they have to follow him around like he was like a thousand dollar bill. It was hard to be himself around Lace anymore, I mean if they went for a meal together which they did all the time before they were famous, it would be Jacie this, and Jacie that for the next couple of days, so being distant with each other was the only way to get people to leave them alone. It was even harder to not be able to pick up the phone and just call her whenever he needed someone, he tried some times to call her but then after a while he just gave up on trying anymore. Justin entered the house and moved towards his room as quietly as possible, his hands gliding across the wall softly as he tried to make it too his room without falling or even stumbling. Justin slept very well through the evening, mainly because of the alcohol running through his system but because he felt safer here though a lot of things went wrong in this particular place in the world, his father dying, having to leave Lacie and then finding him lost in a world where no matter what he did someone wanted to make his life a living hell. It was odd for Justin to be around Lacie at the moment, he hated the fact he drank a little too much and hated seeing her because she knew him through the good and bad, and he didn’t want her to see him like this, like a failure.

The next morning he awoke at around nine in the morning to hear Lacie exited on her bike for a ride, he stood up and looked out of the window to see her figure go off into the distance. He smiled softly before going into the bathroom, had a shower and changed into a plain pair of washed out blue jeans, a yellow t shirt, grey zip up hoodie and a pair of biker sunglasses as he headed down the stairs to see Lacie’s mother standing in the kitchen, setting out the table for them to eat. He politely told her that he was not hungry, so she wrapped his up and placed it in the fridge for later. Then seeing as Lacie was not in the house he sat down at the table and flicked through the newspaper seeing that he and Lacie had made one of the pages, seeing leaving on the plane together, but at least no one knew where they were right now. Justin. he heard Lacie mother’s voice ring as she was eating her meal before he placed the paper down, removing to glasses from his eyes and looked at her What happened to you? Where is that nice boy who always thought of others? he looked at her before shrugging his shoulders. I guess I grew up trying to not look into her eyes he took a glance around the room to stop himself from getting angry, his temper was very bad and hard to control but he did try his best. That’s not it, and by the way Justin, Lacie really cares about you, show her you do too sometime. she said as she stood and placed her dishes away and then walked away. Justin sat there for a moment and looked out of the window before sighing and stood, he saw Lacie placing her bike back in the garage before heading into the kitchen, Justin stood by the kitchen looking out of the window, seeing the lake once more he had a smile on his lips.

He turned round to see Lacie, still in her pyjamas before smirking a little and walked closer to her, just slipping past her, their bodies touching a little before standing at the bottom of the stairs. Hey stinkybutt, race you to the lake. he said as he jogged up the stairs and straight into his guest room before finding out he didn’t have that much to change into, so he placed on some old basketball shorts he had and then just took off his torso clothing before heading back down to the lake, seeing Lacie exiting the house just after him he laughed aloud before running down the pier and dived straight into the lake, waiting for Lacie to join him.

tagged: lacie delilah londres
status: finished
notes: wanted to put a twist on it & new clothes
outfit: click

[lacie delilah londres.]

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I USED TO BE LOVE DRUNK, BUT NOW
I'M HUNGOVER I LOVE YOU FOREVER, FOREVER IS OVER. WE USED TO KISS ALL NIGHT

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lacie honestly missed the days when she and justin could go out without being critizied or stopped by fans or paparazzi.. it wasn't the fans that was the worst, really. it was the paparazzi. them and their damn jobs and getting decent pictures of them and then creating some fake story the next day to be published in the newspaper or another teeny-bopper magazine.. to be honest, she had used to read those magazines and care what the celebrities were doing. oh, yeah, lacie used to suck that up like it was a really good beverage and tell her mom about it everynight -quite excitedly, too- after supper. her mother would nod and listen, but not really listen, and tell her that it was "great news" that this artist had another tv show or a new cd out or some new scandal. but now she was just sick of those magazines and their scruntity. it seemed almost unfair that she had to go through all that trouble to live out her dream, but she couldn't complain because it was definitely expected in the industry. lacie could deny those fake stories all she wanted to; the reporters would just go on to how she was "in denial" of some sort, so she just stopped caring about those magazines and went off with doing her thing and making her fans happy with her music. she missed when she was able to go out and do normal things with her family and actually have time to do them; when she could have fun with her mom and justin and not have to answer any probbing questions about her personal life. but then again, she was undoubtedly greatful that she was able to sing and write songs and have the world hear them.. even if the comments about them weren't always pleasant. she had gotten past that 'oh my god, they dont like this song' rejection and crying about it. she had learned that she was an artist in her own aspect and would write songs that she liked and hoped that people would like them -- and if her fans were really fans, she knew that they'd stick with her through the good and the bad.

lacie was honestly surprised when the press hadn't picked up her anorexia and bulemia yet, but she had gotten so used to hiding it over the years and gotten so good at it and gotten more reasonable excuses that she was almost not surprised at the same time. she knew that they would find out eventually, but until then, she took her chances and continued to hate her image and body and threw her food up when she did eat, and refused to eat for the most part. she wondered if justin had noticed, but then brushed the thought away as she pedeled furiously. he was busy in his alcoholic, partying, sleeping-with-random-girls ways. why would he care about her problem? he didn't, she reminded herself bitterly, but then shook her head and slowed a little as she went to the right of the path, a truck barreling past her. she sighed and rolled her eyes, continuing on home. she didn't know if the place even felt like home anymore. it was filled with so many bad memories that she didn't like to call it home. her sister's hatred, her parents' divorce, her dad's absense.. her rape.. she gulped and looked out at the lake that came up behind her house and smiled to herself. that was one of the places that wasn't plagued by bad memories -- all the memories there were good; her and justin used to go there all the time when they were kids and play marco-polo. she smiled at the memory and jumped off of her bike, leading it to the garage. she missed those days.

entering the kitchen, she blinked when justin walked past her and inhaled the scent that followed and resisted the urge to swoon.. like a stupid fan-girl. he smelt wonderful. she furrowed her eyebrows and put an annoyed look on her face, turning on her heel to face him. she squinted her eyes at him carefully, scanning him over. he looked good, even if he was only in some jeans and a t-shirt and sweater. she smirked when he challenged her to race to the lake. "oh, you're on, justin!" she called and bounded up the stairs, taking two at a time. she ran into her room and changed into her bikini; a black top with rainbow-ish straps around her neck and pink bottom. she took two towels from the linen closet, then slipped her flip-flops on and raced down the stairs and outside just behind justin. she laughed and pushed herself as much as she could to catch up to him, but he arrived first to the lake, and she sighed, panting. "jesus, man, you can run," she giggled and put the towels down. she kicked her flip flops off and dove into the lake, resurfacing moments later with a grin. "get in, loser," she winked and swam to a shallower part of the lake, where she could stand. she stretched and yawned, squinting at the early, shinning sun.

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STATUS: finished!
TAGGED: justin parker!
WORDS: 891. :s sorry it's so short!
OUTFIT: bikini [;
LYRICS: love drunk, boys like girls
CREDIT: RETRO GLAMOUR ! @ CAUTION 2.0