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Post by BELLADONNA L. ALLEN on Jan 9, 2010 23:24:08 GMT -5
Belladonna criticized her reflection in the mirror. She was a spoiled brat, and her boyfriend was on tour. She was lucky. And she knew this. Dating Ethan was her ticket to fame, but she could do it on he own too. He was just a perk, another opportunity. She stayed in all the luxury hotels, and ate all the good food. Bella had established herself a reputation, one that she was proud of. She had developed the idea she was a catty, sneaky, unreliable bitch. But she was nice and sweet to her friends. No one saw the really sweet side but Ethan. And sometimes she just gave him the cold shoulder entirely, depending on her mood. And her mood today was that they need to spend more time together, so they were going on a date. To some kind of fancy restaurant. And they were going to have a good time.
And Bella was determined to look even more stunning than she usually did. She spent a fair time on her makeup. But she had learned this the hard way. The darker the makeup was, the thinner her face looked and the thicker and darker her eyebrows looked. Not really what Bella was aiming for. She still had 45 minutes until she was meeting Ethan in the lobby. She finished her makeup, admiring her reflection. She had lipgloss, with a little eyeshadow just to enhance her pretty brown eyes. Or at least, she was told they were pretty. Bella was oddly light on the makeup tonight.
She rummaged through her prized wardrobe, humming to herself as she pulled out a grey t-shirt and dark blue skinnyjeans. Five minutes later and she pulled on her shoes and picked her dark red plaid jacket out. Bam, she looked like she walked out of a magazine. It was a known fact Bella could model, and she used to. And might when she was older. She had the looks, the money, and the connections. But she still loved writing and following Ethan on the tour, so it was a toss-up.
Everyone knew how fucked up Bella and Ethan were as a couple. They were good and all, but they argued sometimes. Not sometimes, a lot. But they were still together, and that's what mattered, right? Bella would never admit it to anyone, but she did like Ethan. They'd been together for what, a year? Maybe more, she wasn't sure. What a bad girlfriend. She laughed to herself and shook her head, glancing at her hair. Something had to be done with it. Straighten it, curl it, braid it? What to do? After a minute's contemplation she twirled her hair around until it magically formed a loose braid that would probably fall once she touched her hair. But whatever, it looked good.
"Oh, good. That took up all 40 minutes." Bella said vaguely, yawning. Once she was out in the busy city she would wake up. Tonight had been a lazy day, catching up on everything she needed to, taking a nice long shower, and then getting ready. She grabbed her jacket, closing and locking the hotel's door behind her. She checked o make sure he had her keys and her phone before waiting (im)patiently for the elevator. A few minutes later she magically appeared in the lobby, looking bored as she waited for Ethan. If she were living in a perfect fairy tale, he would be the prince in shining armor coming to rescue her form her dungeon.
tags: liebe/ethann! outfit: click here notes: it's okayyy. i kinda like it.
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Post by ETHAN H. RHYMES on Jan 10, 2010 20:07:47 GMT -5
Rising from the plush leather couch in the tourbus, Ethan shook his hands through his hair. His aching head told him the bottle of whiskey the night before was not the brightest idea he could have made. Glancing at his weighty watch, he groaned. Forty minutes until he had to meet Bella. Granted, he loved Bella; it was just he was severely hung over, which translates into him being quite cranky around his bubbly, talkative girlfriend.
Quickly jumping in the small shower, Ethan scrubbed his hair, letting the hot water sear his skin. It was painful, yes, but it kept him awake. After a good ten minutes, he stepped out of the shower and dressed himself in a casual-yet-formal outfit. He didn't want people thinking he was a slob. In all reality, he was not a slob, just an alcoholic; and there was nothing wrong with that, was there? Drying his hair quickly, he then grabbed his toothbrush and toothpaste. He had to get the scent of alcohol off from his breath. That'd be a big turnoff to Bella. Remembering the toothpaste in his mouth, he spit it out and rinsed his mouth. Trotting out the tourbus door, Ethan grabbed his wallet.
Getting hit head on with the hustle and bustle of Boston in the early afternoon, he covered his eyes, for they instantly were pained. Damn hangovers he thought irately, never can escape them. Sauntering his way through the busy city streets, he finally reached the doors and sighed in relief. The revolving doors would provide a moment of immature fun, then he hopefully could enjoy his date with Bella. Allowing an elderly gentleman in a business suit to go in before him, Ethan waited until no one was attempting to enter anymore to make his entrance. Heaving himself into the glass, he ran around in the door three times, then finally tumbled into the lobby.
Almost toppling over, Ethan regained his balance and glanced upward. Upon seeing Bella a few meters away from him, he blushed visibly. Shyly raising his hand in greeting, he trudged over to her quickly kissing her on the cheek. "Hello, beautiful. How's it going?" he asked her affectionately. Admittedly, this was the weakest and most vulnerable Ethan could get. His 'bad-boy' reputation dissipated when he was around the few that he loved. Placing his arm around her waist, he pursed his lips while smiling, hoping they wouldn't fight today.
Notes: I should get doing my French Homework. MER. Words: 413, if I remember correctly. Watching: Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire :D
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Post by BELLADONNA L. ALLEN on Jan 10, 2010 20:31:18 GMT -5
Bella sank into a couch, letting herself get absorbed my modern technology. She was texting 3 friends all at once. Yeah, Bella had friends. Yeah, she had a phone. So of course she texted. While most people waited awkwardly in a corner, Bella had no problem with sitting right by the door and showing off how amazing she was. She shouldn't be ashamed to show herself off to the world, she was just that amazing. In her eyes. And she knew what people thought of her. They thought she was a sour, bitter, catty, bitch. Unreliable, two-faced, and annoying. But he had friends that didn't believe that. Caleb had no problem with her, Min was okay with her, and obviously Ethan loved her.
Around her friends, Bella was talkative, sweet, funny, interesting, unique, and smart. She was a great person to be around, and if it came down to a war you would definitely want her on your side. She kicked her feet up, finding some trashy magazine. "Shit. I don't give a shit if Nick Jonas died in a strip club...again." She said loudly, receiving several dirty looks in return. Which is exactly what Bella wanted-attention. She laughed to herself. Why was this fancy hotel carrying all this nonsense?
Seeing Ethan walking down the street Bella shook her head, a smile still on her face as she put the magazine down, finishing a text. He must have not been to a fancy hotel in a while, because once he saw the revolving doors his childish instincts kicked in. Ethan had never really had a normal childhood, while Bella's was opposite of exciting. Quite boring and average, actually. She watched him spin through the doors, laughing as she stood up and slid her phone in the back pocket. A few people recognized Ethan, and no one recognized Bella. That would change soon. "Beautiful I am. And I'm okay, you?" She asked, smiling. Bella let her guard down around Ethan. Even though they still fought, she really did love the boy. She should tell him hat someday.
tags: liebe/ethann! outfit: click here notes: it's okayyy. i kinda like it.
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Post by ETHAN H. RHYMES on Jan 10, 2010 21:32:13 GMT -5
Grinning broadly at her rather self absorbed comment, Ethan squeezed her in an embrace, then released her. Some may see narcissism as an unbecoming trait in a young lady (or a girlfriend, for that matter), but Ethan saw it as confidence; and he liked a girl with some spunk. What good was a girlfriend who thought she was fat and ugly all the time ( and worse, whined about it). Taking a deep breath, Ethan glanced up to the ceiling and blew the air held in his lungs out slowly. "Me? Oh, I'm pretty well. A little..." he fought for words. "...tired and... I have a headache." Coughing awkwardly, he thought of the last time they got together. Eyes widening momentarily, he remember it was not a date they were on, per se. No wonder Bella wanted to get together for a formal date. They never seemed to just have lunch and smile. It always turned into fights, lust, or a concoction of both. Ethan loved her, no doubt, but he just didn't have to courage to tell her so. It raised a bubbling feeling into his stomach that made him feel utterly awkward. He truly yearned to burst out into a power-ballad belting out how much he loved her, but he had problems with admitting he had affections for people. This is due to the fact of his shaky and painful past. Shuddering and coming back into reality, he let go of Bella's waist and held his other arm towards the way they needed to go. "Ladies first!" He said this out of courtesy, and also because he did not know exactly where they were going for lunch.
[/size] Notes: Noneee Words: Not enough to make me happy. xD Outfit Here.
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Post by BELLADONNA L. ALLEN on Jan 10, 2010 21:50:48 GMT -5
Bella wrapped her arms around Ethan in a quick hug. Their relationship was an odd one. They usually went out to get drunk. And it usually ended up in a fight, one way or another. Bella really wanted that to change, even if it was just for a day. She wanted an official date they could look back on and remember. It was special, coming from Bella, who was usually anti-committed. If it went well, she could call it special. Special, like Bella. She wasn't vain, but she loved herself. Isn't that a good trait, to be proud of who you are? Even if it wasn't good, she'd still act the same.
Bella glanced towards Ethan with a sketchy look. "Headache?" She asked dryly. "Or hangover?" She asked. Bella was no stranger to alcohol. She didn't know what to call herself, she was on the border of alcoholic and non-alcoholic. She could stop drinking and restrain herself...Unless shed already started. She got pretty out of control sometimes. Bella made a mental note that clubbing of any sort with Ethan would end up very dangerous and probably regretted. "Tired? That better change." Bella said, standing on her toes(he was almost a foot taller than her) and pressing a kiss on his cheek with a smile. A smile filled with humor, of course.
Bella laughed. "I better be." She said, making a few changes in her head. "So apparently they have a really good restaurant somewhere..." She trailed off, pushing the door open. Bella wasn't as crazy about the revolving doors as Ethan, she used them a lot now that she was staying in the hotel for now. She walked through it easily, like it was as simple as brushing her hair and teeth in the morning. She glanced back at Ethan, wondering if he'd goof off again or not.
tags: liebe/ethann! outfit: click here notes: it's okayyy. i kinda like it.
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Post by ETHAN H. RHYMES on Jan 10, 2010 22:33:13 GMT -5
Leaning his head back in defeat, Ethan smirked a bit. Bella knew him far too well. "Oh, you know how I am, babe." He let out a burst of laughter wrapped up in a sigh. "I just get so frustrated, you know?" Looking back down to her dark hair, he yearned to kiss it, but he figured that'd be too much kissing for Bella and the people around them. He resumed his little explanation. "All the stress with the band gets me all angry. And you know how I feel about physical acts of anger...." He trailed off, not wanting to reveal any more of his horrid past to her. Her past was calm and pretty; and, presumably, with a functional family to catch her when she fell. She knew not how lucky she was. In all reality, he was glad she was oblivious to that. No one, not even his enemies, deserve a childhood like his. That's what made him the passive-aggressive monster he is. It pained him to remember all of these things, and he prayed every day to make them disappear, but they remained, like a virus, coursing through his veins.
As she kissed him, a feeling of satisfaction ran from his head, to the pit of his stomach, to his toes (which he curled in delight). Upon hearing her words, he nodded and let her through the revolving door first, as he told her to. "There are good restaurants all over Boston. But I reckon the one you pick will be of the utmost grandeur and deliciousness." He waited as she walked through the revolving doors, not thinking of having any fun in them. A dropping feeling was in his stomach. She probably thought he was a bumbling, immature moron. With this thought running through his head, he maturely sauntered through the door, reaching outside without even going around once. Scratching the back of his head, he glanced to Bella and smiled proudly.
"So," he said. "Where we off to? Or is it a secret?" He smiled, for he was happy with either of the choices. Knowing where he was going was great, for he could prematurely plan what he was getting; but surprises were... well... surprises; and Ethan loved spontaneity with Bella. She could come up with such fun and creative things to do. Taking her hand, Ethan was ready to take on the world, regardless of the headache that was still lingering in the core of his head.
Notes: OMGZ. VOLDEMORT KILLED CEDRIC DIGGORY! *is obviously still watching HP4. xD Words: 417. Not too shabby!
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Post by BELLADONNA L. ALLEN on Jan 10, 2010 23:10:54 GMT -5
Bella laughed, looking up at Ethan with what could only be called an adoring smile. She was better than those fucking fangirls, no one cared about them. But Bella had her family, friends, and Ethan. She was fine with public displays of affection, but Bella still had some morales. When she was in a classy place she acted with class, and apparently Ethan did too. If they were out on the streets they might just kiss, say a few words, and make out again. She nodded. "Of course." She said, nor impatiently. Ethan had a terrible past, and Bella felt terrible for him. She had been lucky, to grow up with loving normal parents and two cute siblings. Even if she never admitted it. Ethan might've met her family once or twice, she wasn't sure. "And did drinking help?" She asked innocently, looking up at him. One thing Bella loved about Ethan was she could be safe around him. He would never hurt her, especially physically. Even though they fought, they made up for it not long after. How perfect?
Bella laughed. "Fantastic choice of words. One of them has Green or Turtle in the title-maybe both- but I don't know, it's supposed to be good. Let's show Boston how classy the younger generation is." She said with a smirk, twirling a lock of hair around her finger. The noise, the people, the cars, the pollution. It hit Bella like a blow. Bella was used to big cities, but after such a good sleep she had forgotten how busy the city was. She blinked and looked lost and dazed for a minute, taking a step back. It was like her first time seeing the sun. "Uhm, Green Turtle something." Bella said. It was only a few blocks east from the hotel...Time for exploring Boston. Ethan took Bella's hand and he smiled. Her favorite kind of relationship? An open and public one. Sometime she was one of those girls who sat with their boyfriend in some overpopulated area making out, not aware how awkward everyone around them felt.
tags: liebe/ethann! outfit: click here notes: i feel like i used bella's name too much o.o have you read all the books? i dnw to spoil anything!
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Post by ETHAN H. RHYMES on Jan 12, 2010 15:20:36 GMT -5
Chuckling heartily, Ethan took Bella's hand. What was better than going on a date with her? Well, right now, nothing was. Delicately pondering life, Ethan wondered how long he and Bella would be together. Though they fought, they were a happy couple. Her bubbly, sober self kept Ethan from being dead from alcohol poisoning. Biting his lip, he thought he could be with her like this for a long time. She made him happy; it was that simple. He had not let anyone else into his life besides Bella, and he was glad of that.
Hand in hand they walked, and a question kept popping up into his mind. Why did people think she was a bitch? She definitely wasn't to him, even when they fought (for the fights were mainly his fault). Yeah, she thought a lot of herself, but didn't every girl in the city? Shaking his head to himself, clearly they were jealous of her. Her semi-rhetorical question made him laugh in frustration. Boy, she knew how to say things effectively. "Drinking helps a bit. You know, forgetting all the shit that's happened." He slowed his pace for a bit and thought. "...but then again, you're right. Drinking doesn't help with getting rid of problems. It's a habit, though." Ridding that subject away, he went back to the restaurant conversation.
"Green Turtle Something?" He cheekily grinned, teasing. "I've never heard of that one, Bella. You must take me there!" Nudging her gently, he imagined she would pick something tasteful and formal, for she herself was tasteful and formal. Ethan wasn't as much as her, but he definitely enjoyed her being happy. Their fighting was too much for him to handle. Feeling his phone vibrate in his pocket, he quickly whipped it out and checked it. One missed call from the hospital. Oh, shit. He thought. They want to check liver again. Fuck, I gotta stop drinking someday.... His thoughts ran on as they always did. All he did was walk, Bella was leading the way and he knew she'd bring him somewhere good. Placing his phone back in his pocket, he smiled at Bella, glad she was here with him.
Notes: LOL, I've read them all except for the last one (but I know what happens in the last one).
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Post by BELLADONNA L. ALLEN on Jan 13, 2010 21:27:18 GMT -5
Bella smiled to herself. This might be a new record for them as a couple, going this long and not even arguing yet. She squeezed his hand to reassure herself. Honestly Bella wanted this to last a while. Not only was Ethan on his way to becoming famous-he was handsome, he loved her(even though he hadn't said it yet), and what was best? Not only was he like her that he had nothing against alcohol, but he had a bad-boy front. Maybe that's another reason Bella loved him. To the public he was almost inaccessible, yet she had managed it. Good thing he was smart enough to know if he tried to act weird with her she would kick him to the curb. Yeah, Bella could be pretty heartless is she felt like she needed to be. But she was usually at her best temper whenever she was around Ethan. She wanted to keep this boy, honestly.
Bella raised her perfectly trimmed eyebrows, glancing at the sidewalk ahead of them before turning her gaze on Ethan's face. Even though it was busy, the sidewalk was empty enough to look at him and talk at the same time. Besides, if a comet suddenly flew into the Earth's atmosphere Ethan would pull her out the way. Or at least, he better. 'Wow Bella, you're so evil tonight. First the thought of dumping Ethan comes to your mind, and now you're really dominant tonight?' She asked herself with an amused smile on her face. Her grip tightened for a minute, but then she relaxed again. "Drinking just wipes your mind clear." Bella said honestly, but who was she to speak? She had a little drinking problem of her own. Yet somehow, Ethan thought she was so nice-so innocent. It was a nice fresh start, that's for sure.
She blushed. Blushing was rare, but for Bella it wasn't an embarrassed thing. More of a silent laughter. "Nah, we're going somewhere fancy tonight. I'll leave that dump for later." She said with a teasing smile. Bella glanced curiously at his phone, her naturally curios instincts kicking in. She checked the time. She had reservations that would end in about 15 minutes. So they were going to get there in around 10 minutes, whether time wanted to cooperate or not. "Who it?" She asked vaguely. Good thing Bella wasn't clingy, or she would be the most annoying girlfriend ever. Sometimes she felt like some kind of strange foreign creature that attracted men. Old guys sometimes tried to hit on her, and she could say no different to the younger ones.
tags: liebe/ethann! outfit: click here notes: lmfao!
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Post by ETHAN H. RHYMES on Jan 15, 2010 17:27:50 GMT -5
Guffawing in a outgoing manner, Ethan shook his head. "Yeah, any restaurant with the name 'Something' in it has got to be shit." He winked at his girlfriend, playfully smirking while doing so. Pursing his lips, he hoped this restaurant was near. His side hurt like hell, for some reason. It was in the middle of his stomach, but off to the side a bit. Acting on his reflexes, he uses his unused hand to grab his side. Noticing what he was doing, he then started scratching his stomach like all he had was a nasty itch on his abs.
Now biting his lip, Ethan scrunched up his face a bit and shrugged. "Oh, it was the hospital." Cocking his head a little, he resumed. "They can wait. I want to be with you." He stared off into space, wondering how Bella had hit this vein of affection within him. The gushiness just seemed to spew out of his mouth thick and nonstop, like oil. Laughing on the inside at his comparison of love to oil, he squeezed Bella's hand; just for some verification that she was actually there and not a figment of his active (and drunken) imagination. "I think they want to check my liver again." He chuckled carelessly. "It's all fucked up because of... my thirstiness." He trailed off, trying to avoid the fact that he is a raging alcoholic.
Swallowing his dry throat, he really needed a drink right now. But it couldn't be alcohol. That had already gave him the headache that still lingered in the middle of his head, a pulsating reminder of his alcoholism. He should really stop, but what's the point? Unless he gets permanent amnesia he'll always remember the crappy childhood he had. Tossing his head a little, he glanced shamefully to Bella. "When we gonna be at this fine dining establishment? I'm hungry, tired, sore, and thirsty." He regretted his last word, for that made him look even more of an alcoholic (which, admittedly, he was). Just shutting up, he waited for Bella to say anymore, for when he spoke, the wrong words just seemed to flow out.
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