*abandon all hope !

[mae adia antonia]

the way that she moves, well i was
A R O U S E D ,

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michael jackson was softly singing his heart out from mae antonias stereo. it was quiet, but loud enough to be heard around the small condo. sure, the people next door could probably hear it, but screw them. it was effing michael jackson and he needed to be heard. she smiled as she looked at herself in the mirror, wrapped in nothing but a towel. the shower she had just emerged from left her feeling clean, and all scented. and she liked that feeling. her skin was soft and smooth, and her aroma was something like vanilla and peppermint. she applied some foundation and some lipgloss, and some eyeliner. nothing too much, just the bare necessities. she blowdried her hair, letting it become its naturally curlyness. she sort of liked it like that, even as much as she liked straightening it. natural was always better.

as she walked into her closet, and hummed along to dirty diana, she dropped her towel and began searching for her sexiest pair of undergarments that she could find. a black demi bra, and lace undies were quickly slid onto her body, and some black thigh high tights were placed on her legs. she pulled a button up mens shirt off a hanger and onto her body. she loved this shirt. it was large on her, but not long enough to cover up the top of her thighs. she smiled at herself in her mirror, hoping to everything that was good in life that this would work.

what was she getting all dressy for at nine o clock at night? well, phillip elijah tyler was what she was getting dressed for. he had just gotten off work, and she called him and asked him to come over and hang out with her. he was probably tired, and all mae wanted to do was to make him.. un tired. the girl couldn't deny the feelings she was slowly accepting for the shy, brunette boy. he was too damn adorable, and too perfect for words. he was sensitive and quiet, and music was his entire life, as it was hers too. who couldn't love him?

she walked out of her room, and into the kitchen, where she gracefully slid, due to her stockings, and landed right on her ass in the middle of the floor. she groaned, then laughed softly, wondering how that would have been to see. she sat up, and gently stood all the way up, only to turn up the music and slide around on the wood flooring. phillip knew to open the door and come along inside. she was too busy sliding around like a fool and singing beat it, to notice that someone had come inside and was watching her.

credits , picture credit to batteries not included @ caution 2.0
music tag , shes automatic - rancid
tag , phillip ;D
notes , rawrrr mae is a sex fiend.
outfit , clicka mee

[phillip elijah tyler]

THROWING OUT YOUR FROWN,
AND JUST AT THE SOUND, AS SLEEK AS A SHEIK !

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Walking out of the back room of his shop, Phillip locked the door behind him while he was shutting it up. He made sure that all of the cases were covered and everything was in line for an easy opening tomorrow. Turning off the lights, Phillip walked threw the entrance of the store, once again locking the door behind him. Phillip sighed as he shoved his keys into his pant pockets. Today was just like every other day for him. He got up, went to work, ate over at Caden's cafe', came back to work. The only thing that wasn't the same was that today was Mae's birthday and instead of going straight home and continuing the routine. And because of that, Phillip figured that he'd be a good friend and do the most obvious thing to get someone for their birthday, a birthday cake. So during some down time over at the shop, Phillip called over to the bakery three stores down and asked them if they could hold the cake until he got of work. They complied on the count of if they got something in return. That being free lunch over at Caden's place, and he agreed. He'd have to tell Caden about that tonight, if he was over at Mae's, like he figured he would be. Since it was her birthday and all.

Slowly walking down the street, Phillip looked up at the sign above attached to the building reading the name "la panadería". Opening the door, he was flooded with all of the smells of breads, and other baked goods. He walked up to the counter, smiling at the lady on the other side. She was in her late sixties and had been living in Osdale for pretty much her whole life, so that's why she was fine with this late pick-up. Along with the fact that her granddaughter absolutely loved going to eat over at Caden's cafe' and she figured that would be payment enough. Totally fine with him. The lady handed him the box with the cake inside, he nodded and pushed the door open with his back. He then started to make his way back to Mae's place. Since Osdale was such a small town, Phillip never drove anywhere, unless he was leaving the town. Which rarely ever happened. Plus it was only like four blocks away from here. It wouldn't take to long. Another plus that it was the summer time, so it felt amazing outside right now. Perfect weather for walking in the night.

After a good little walk, Phillip was in the home stretch of Mae's house. He saw the lights on and heard the faint sound of music coming from the house and he smiled. It sounds like the party has already started without me. He thought to himself as he walked to the front door. He knew not to even bother with knocking and waiting for Mae to come and greet him. It was pretty much standard within his group of friends, that if the doors unlocked, it didn't matter if you were home or not, that you could come in whenever you wanted. And Mae was the type of person that didn't care to lock her door, even at night. Phillip opened the door with the cake box in hand, walking threw the parlor keeping an eye out for Mae. Or really anyone. Slowly he walked toward the kitchen, and when he got there, Phillip stood there shocked. There Mae was standing, or rather dancing in nothing but a t-shirt and sexy lingerie. His eyes were wide as he stood there with the cake. "Happy Birthday, Mae?" His voice cracked out of nervousness, his face completely dumbfounded. Well, this was going to be an interesting night.


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other ,[/size] poor little philly & his virgin little eyes[/blockquote]