an occasional dream .

[isa odette pomme]

and we'd sleep, oh so close

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a car door slammed, the young woman having emerged from inside it and into the fresh air that awaited her outside. she took a moment to collect all that she needed, which wasn't much. a small, purse-like bag - which she slung over her shoulder - that she carried with her all the time. it carried her necessities: money, a tin of mints, her keys, several pens, chapstick, and identification, should she ever be in some horrific accident and that tiny little plastic card managed to survive it for the purpose of placing a name to the body. or just in case she got pulled over, but the former was more exciting, albeit mildly terrifying.

the last song that had been playing on the radio was still lingering in her ears, tempting her to hum it until she realized that it was stuck in her head. and then it would later come back to haunt her, like most songs that get stuck in your head do, until she was infuriated with both herself and the song for being such a nuisance to begin with. she quickly grabbed a hair-tie from the console of the car, tying the waves of blond hair into a pony tail and - to a degree - out of her face.

and so with the closing of yet another car door, she began to scurry up to the door, shivering slightly as a light breeze tickled the bare skin of her arms and legs where she wasn't covered by an article of clothing. perhaps she should've worn something warmer, instead of just the pair of shorts and the t-shirt she'd been in. although it wasn't as if they'd be outside (as far as she knew, any way), so it wasn't as if her bare legs were going to be threatened with bug bites from lying in the grass, or that she would catch a chill and freeze. besides, even then she assumed that mckenzie owned blankets like any sane person. and if he didn't, she was sure that they could formulate some sort of creative plan to generate heat - it wasn't as if it took a rocket scientist to come up with such a simple solution for such a simple dilemma.

upon reaching the door, isa stopped just in front of it and gave a few sharp knocks to alert him of her arrival. unless he'd seen her coming, then that kind of the defeated the purpose of her knocking altogether. but then perhaps he would've met her at the door? regardless, it didn't matter now. her eyes wandered aimlessly over whatever they could find and her fingers twiddled with the hem of her shirt, a mindless habit that she'd acquired at some point in time down the road, one that neither helped nor hindered and was therefore not something to worry over, like almost every other aspect of her life. what a relief.

soon her eyes found their way back to the door, her hands moving to clutch the strap of the bag across her shoulder, shortly after beginning to fiddle with that a bit, anticipating the moment the door would open to reveal her companion that resided behind it.



status; complete.
words; 536.
tagged; lindy; mckenzie jordon velour.
outfit; click here.
lyrics; an occasional dream by david bowie.
comments; this is definitely not my best... and there isn't really much closure at the end either. awkwaaard. sorry, love. ♥

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[mckenzie jordon velour]

im an addict. im addicted to this
G I R L ,

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mister mckenzie was happier than a hot dog on a stick. he didn't necessarily know just how happy those things were, but you can only imagine how awesome it would be to be on a stick. so hot dogs on a stick must be the happiest things on earth. but NOT happier than mckenzie jordon velour. his smile stretched from ear to ear and strummed his little ukelele as he laid on the floor of his house. he played a merry tune, with lyrics that were all about a certain blonde headed girl. and about how happy he was going to be when she was with him again, and how happy she made him. she made him so very happy, as you could tell from the song.

well, the certain blonde headed girl and he decided on a sleepover and mckenzie almost melted. he was ecstatic. okay, so maybe he had a small little thing for isa. but fucking honestly, could you blame him? she was the most gorgeous thing he'd ever seen, and she was friendly, and extremely happy and he loved happy girls. now , he couldnt go as far and say he loved her. but he did adore everything she did, every move she made and every word she spoke. if they weren't friends, he'd probably be her stalker. but he wasn't into the whole lurking thing. he'd had one too many stalkers. if they weren't friends, he'd surely die. that was that.

mckenzie stood up from his laying spot, and put his uke in its little case by his bed, that was sitting next to his guitar case, and locked it away safely. he pushed them both under the bed, just incase things got a little..carried away. he didnt want anyone to trip on it on the way to the bed, no that'd be much too sad. because they'd be hurt and they would no longer want to participate in the.. activities they were probably going to start. anywho, mckenzie ran around in his monkey boxers, and his favorite NOFX shirt, and some socks and started grabbing a billion things. he had an air mattress set up in the living room already due to a few nights ago, he and mae sort of.. hooked up. they were both really lonely, and really drunk. however, it was quite interesting on an air mattress, he could tell you that for sure.

he grabbed every blanket he could reach, and every pillow and his favorite stuffed teddy bear, and threw them onto the air mattress, making a quaint little bed. goodness, he couldn't wait. he was so excited. prince was playing on his stereo, and he couldn't help but sing along to the catchy eighties music.

his ears perked up like a dogs as he heard swift knocks at the door. he bolted for it, sliding a bit on his socks, and opened it with a quick thrust. his arms pulled the girl inside and wrapped his arms around her, spinning her all around the room. ISAAAAAAAAA I MISSED YOU AND I LOVEEE YOUUUU

[/color] he sang, in a happy singsong voice. he sure did miss her. very much incredibly so.
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credits , picture credit to kiss and sell @ caution 2.0
music tag , trouble - nevershoutnever!
tag , isa <3
notes , yes, another "WTF LINDY!?" post. i dunno what i talk about for the most part in these xD
outfit , clicka mee

[isa odette pomme]

and we'd sleep, oh so close

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and then, suddenly, the door was flung back and she was yanked inside. isa figured it had to be a humorous sight, should anyone have happened seen it. it probably looked like one of those scenes in those older cartoons, where the character outside the door was violently pulled into the house and the door slammed shut behind him.

how comical - she'd have liked to be the person that got to observe all this from afar, however, considering she wasn't that person, she actually would've felt incredibly creeped out at the idea of someone watching mckenzie's house. if that was the case, then maybe she'd suggest pulling down all his blinds or closing his curtains, or something of the sort.

but considering the way she had been scooped into his arms and spun in circles, she assumed that he wasn't too worried about anyone creepily watching his house from afar. that in turn was enough to convince isa to abandon the thought - for now, any way.

she wrapped her own arms around mckenzie's torso with loud, bubbly, giddy giggles rising up and out of her throat as they spun around the room. she could already tell that this would prove to be a very entertaining sleepover, merely by the extent of this greeting. not that she didn't appreciate it, it certainly made her feel welcome, and perhaps a little dizzy. but it was worth being dizzy, she could suffer a little disorientation due to a series of spins about the room for the sake of remaining enclosed in his arms a little longer. she could always suffer a little of anything to remain in his arms.

"i loveeeeee you tooooooo mckenzieeeeeeeeeee! and i missed you more!" she giggled and adjusted the already firm grip she had around his torso, hugging herself tightly to him and snuggling the side of her face against his shirt. "and don't you dare try to argue with me about it, mister!" isa had developed a knack for arguing, or at least arguing to get her way when the situation called for it. but only when the situation called for it, mind you.

she pulled away from him for a moment to peer up at his face, then spoke again. "because even though i love you, you won't win, i guarantee it!" and she could guarantee it, because isadora pomme was a persistent girl who could easily whip out a wickedly stubborn quality - only if it was truly necessary, of course - that had never ceased to win her an argument yet.



status; complete.
words; 429.
tagged; lindy; mckenzie jordon velour.
outfit; click here.
lyrics; an occasional dream by david bowie.
comments; frankly eliza doesn't care what you talk about, because "WTF" lindy posts make eliza smile.

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