HEY I JUST MET YOU AND THIS IS CRAZY [ALTAIR/SAM]

HEY I JUST MET YOU AND THIS IS CRAZY [ALTAIR/SAM] Aug 9, 2012 16:28:01 GMT -5

Post by auby on Aug 9, 2012 16:28:01 GMT -5

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but here’s my number, so call me maybe

The Words: 830The Outfit: Jeans, shirt The Notes I don’t know if I did this right, like if the party would be here and if it would be like that but um, I hope it’s okay. Lemme know!

Sam was excited, so excited that excited didn’t really explain how he felt. His body exploded with tingles, probably a consequence from the butterflies that kept fluttering their wings around his lower stomach, making him feel a little bit queasy but mostly invincible. He wasn’t sure why he was feeling like this, it was only a party after all, but he couldn’t stop smiling his big cheesy, toothy grin as he thought of what would happen, and who he would see. He kept seeing a face, the face of Altair, his best friend and fuck buddy, like an irritating plague that wouldn’t go away, no matter how many vaccinations were tested upon him. Only as it were, the face of Altair wasn’t irritating at all, merely the effect of it was. He was sure that he was only feeling this way, excitable and smiley, because he would probably get laid tonight but even still, it was odd for him to feel so good about the idea of seeing a girl, especially a girl that he saw every day, but then maybe he was just imagining the effect that she had on him, maybe he was just psyched to get to drink alcohol and listen to cool music and maybe even dance. In fact he didn’t have to sleep with Altair tonight, he could sleep with another girl and that would be that.

It wasn’t entirely fair that girls got to wear heels at these party time events, thereby making themselves even taller which often meant just as tall or taller than he was. It was the irritating fact of life but even that bitterness couldn’t bring him down because Samuel was looking on the bright side of life and that side spoke quite clearly to him; girls looked hot in heels! Their legs looked amazing and therefore, screw the height, let them go for it! It didn’t take Samuel very long to get ready, after all he was a boy, he didn’t have to decide between thousands of dresses and to check to see if they matched with his shoes, instead he just threw on a shirt and a pair of jeans which went with some loafers he had kicking around. It was pretty easy, almost as easy as it was to run his fingertips through his hair and proclaim perfection, or at least adequacy. Samuel wasn’t very happy with his appearance, he hated his eyebrows, he detested his height, his nose reminded him of Gonzo from the Muppets, and his feet were just too small, but these were all insecurities that he didn’t share with people. If somebody were to meet Samuel, their first thought probably would not be concern over how insecure he was about his appearance, instead they’d probably think the opposite. He walked around as if he were God’s gift to women, which when accompanied by egotistical words somehow got him the trait of arrogance. It would be a lie to say that it bothered him that people thought of him that way, no, he preferred it. He wanted people to think he was this great, confident, outgoing guy as opposed to one of the nerds that barely spoke above a whimper. They weren’t people to aspire to and they certainly weren’t like his brother. Speaking of his brother, Sawyer, after much persuading he’d finally agreed to buy Sammy some alcohol which made his getting ready that much more enjoyable, especially with the cheesy tunes that were blasting from the radio. He kind of wished there were more people here getting ready with him, having predrinks and playing ‘Never have I ever’, that’s how a party probably should start as opposed to Samuel enjoying his homemade jagerbombs, but he couldn’t complain, not really. A party had not started without the first jagerbomb.

It didn’t take him long to reach the cliff, although the walk up had been sobering. Nonetheless Samuel didn’t need to be drunk to act like he was drunk, if he was in a good mood he was usually just as merry as if he’d drank a full bottle of vodka, except for the fact that if he’d drank a full bottle of vodka he’d probably be on the floor, passed out, maybe dead. Whatever, he was small, it didn’t take much for him to get drunk. The sight of the people, the noise of the music, the silhouettes of bodies, was all like a drug to him, and his face curved into a beam as he passed the first lot of people, huddled together in their clique. Altair would be here somewhere, so would his other friends hopefully. He had to find them because partying by yourself was just lame, although there was nothing you could put past Samuel. He danced through the crowds, the ever present grin on his face, as his eyes dotted about. He wondered if anybody had ever fallen from the cliff during a party, if they had survived.

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HEY I JUST MET YOU AND THIS IS CRAZY [ALTAIR/SAM] Aug 10, 2012 20:46:49 GMT -5

Post by ALTAIR SABINA BENNETT on Aug 10, 2012 20:46:49 GMT -5

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i missed you so bad.

As a woman of high maintenance, Altair took a while to get ready every time she went out. She had to make sure every hair was in place, her lip gloss wouldn't smear, all the essential lady things were in order before she strutted out to a party. For her, it was like amthematics, a specific formula went into every preparation. The result of a childhood in the industry came to be a high class girl with no runs in her tights and smokey eyes. It had been driven into her over and over as a fourteen-year-old girl that she should always use primer first, she should never wear a blouse over a spaghetti strap, advice that she held to for her reappearance in the modelling world. Her accident had been her downfall, her introduction to the wrong crowd and the wrong drugs and the wrong lifestyle. Only her sister's death had brought her to give up the Vicodin, flushing the pills down the toilet in a moment of confused rage. She remembered that night well, Rowena's call, the final acknowledgement that the sisters had really fucked themselves up. It took them losing the only girl who kept them sane.

It had changed Altair in a way that she needed, even though she'd never admit that she needed any changing. Pride didn't allow realization of her faults, her super-inflated ego cushioned any blows against her. So long as she believed she was perfect, she would be perfect. Therefore, her outfit needed to be flawless. Even though it appeared to be casual, shorts over her tights and loose tee, it cost more than most people's week of groceries. Her spending problems was one thing Syr's death hadn't fixed, and it was one thing that the Fire leader actually acknowledge was a problem. It had been quite difficult to give up her Ducati, after all, upon realizing that for her purposes, a nice sudan would be much better. No matter how much she hated it, and how much she loved bikes. Everywhere else, she spent like it was going out of style. And being in the fashion industry, she knew that things went out of style every day.

After an hour of preparation—a rather short preparation period for her—she deemed herself ready and left the dorm. She wondered if she should text Sam to see if he was already there, but figured that she'd find out. Texting with long fingernails was a pain in the ass. The heat of the Fire dorms was comforting and familiar, the last trace of heat she would have before going out into the cool spring night. Her birthday had come to pass, and she couldn't remember half of it. She was officially legal, and even though she was still bitter about being put in the twelfth grade, she was very close to college. Which, she supposed, she would be going to. She remembered her conversation to Ro about it, how the girl wanted to go for their sister's sake. That girl had kept those two in school in the first place. At least Altair now realized the importance of school that all those sitcoms tried to teach her about when she was younger. She never liked it really, but she did appreciate the Academy's parties. It was a cool-off from the stress of their schoolwork. And as a woman who always worked, she felt that this was well deserved.

The climb up the cliffs, however, was no fun when wearing heels, and she muttered under her breath as she stepped over the jutting rocks. She'd kept her hair pinned up to avoid any disturbance from wind, and the hairspray certainly helped with that, kept every curl in place. She could hear the noise even before she reached the crop of people, and greeted a few from her element, in the friendliest way she did with dry humor and sarcasm. It wasn't until she spotted Sam in his t-shirt and bubble of self-confidence that she actively approached someone for more than a greeting. Altair waved over her head and spoke over the music, ”I was trying to find you. Almost broke my ankle on the walk up.” Course he would, though. And he always looked like he was happy about it. ”So who do you have to fuck to get a drink? I'm painfully sober right now.” She mimed hitting back a shot, which she really would like to have at that moment.

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