When You Walk In Them Jeans

[JAYMEE J. DOYLE]

Jaymee had her purple zip-up hoodie undone as she walked through the large park. Some stands of her hair that had fallen out of the messy bun she had put her hair into was blowing around a bit in the light breeze. It wasn't that it was really cold out, but, it was begging to get darker outside, and, she was starting to get a bit cold. Her faded old jeans kept her warm enough though.

As Jay zipped up her hoodie halfway, she glanced around. This tour still didn't seem real yet. Heck, she wasn't even sure if it would ever seem real. It all felt like the odd dream, like, she was in a haze. Jaymee was still completely amazed at the thought of touring, and, would never, ever trade this job she had for becoming a doctor. Sure, a doctor would probably pay more, but, hey, why would you want to live your life in boredom?

Jaymee turned her thoughts to her parents again. She remembered their fake smiles as they hugged her and told her to have fun. She could tell they were disappointed with her, and, Jay knew that if she messed this up, she wouldn't hear the end of her parents nagging her. She probably wouldn't even want to show her face to them.

As she continued along down the empty bike path, she looked to the sky and the rising moon that she could see. Hoping things would get even better here. Sure, she was having fun but she didn't really know anyone well yet, which, well, made her pretty quiet. Jaymee was sure pretty much half of the people she worked with didn't even know her name yet.

Jay sighed, and kept walking. The cool air was refreshing. She felt as though it woke her up. It made her more alert. Jay smiled softly to herself. Thinking about how relaxing this was. Happy to be out of school. Hoping, she would never have to go to college. She'd rather die. Jaymee didn't want to worry about having to get the top marks in the class anymore. She just wanted to have fun and enjoy herself.

As she came upon an old bench, she sat down. Just looking around and listening to the pretty silent night. Happy to be here. She closed her eyes for a couple minutes. Just thinking, and listening to herself breath in and out. Calming herself once again. She sighed happily.

Then, remembering they were in New York, she suddenly realized she was in a park, alone, and it was getting darker and darker by the second. Shit! There could be robbers or someone I don't want to cross paths with... Looking around, and starting to become paranoid, she was no longer relaxed. Rubbing the back of her neck, she sat there. She had two options. Stay on the bench, or go back along the path to the tour. Being freaked out, she just sat there.

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[OPHELIA M. WHITMAN]

hold your breath til we cross the sundown,
THIS IS THE MOMENT, TIME IS RACING, SLOW IT DOWN.

Waking in a thorough haze of alcohol and perfume, Ophelia ran her hands through her ebony tresses which stuck out and frizzed every which way. Glancing at the stranger beside her who was still asleep, she blinked a few times and pursed her lips. What was his name, again? Deep in thought, Ophelia reached over him onto the sidetable where his leather wallet rested. Peeking inside it, she quietly murmured his name to herself for the record. "Sterling MacDougal...." Biting her lipstick smeared top lip, she thought this sounded like a very Irish name. Looking at his slumbering head, her curiosity was verified. His hair color was a dull orange, close to brown, but still a redhead. She laughed to herself, thinking she must have been entirely shitfaced to have slept with a redhead (she wasn't particular fond of them). But then again, from the side he looked pretty good; not an ugly little ginger.

Rising from the bed, she stretched her nimble arms and legs, accustoming herself to walking again. Picking up her clothes from last night, she threw them in her oversized purse, and grabbing a new outfit out of it. She was prepared for mornings like these (and nights like those). She had brought a cute, matching outfit for the day and, ironically, her shoes went wonderfully with the outfit. Taking a blue ball point pen and finding a notepad, she scrawled daintily Had a great time, Sterling. ;) , fixed her makeup, and skedaddled out of the hotel room.

Meeting an elderly couple in the elevator, she put on a sweet, intelligent smile as her mind silently attacked her for drinking so much alcohol last night. The pulsating feeling made her want to vomit, but she would just have to deal with it. She was not going to give into herself that easily. The cheesy, uninteresting elevator music made Ophelia want to claw out her eardrums. Pursing her lips together very hard, she watched the floor light lazily ding down from floor seventeen to the ground floor. When the elevator doors slowly opened, Ophelia trotted out of the smelly, claustrophobic box and strutted out of the hotel, catching the eye of good looking men. The wry smile that was painted on her face did not depict the monster inside of her. Tripping playfully through the revolving door, she nearly ran into a girl about her age. "Watch it, bitch." Ophelia scoffed as the young woman recoiled in fear of the gorgeous demon. Pushing her way out of the door, Ophelia felt she needed some air. The park! What better a place to go than one of the great parks of New York?

Picking up a bouncy jaunt, she made it to the park in no time. Sighing in relief, she wrapped her coat around her a little more. The air was frigid and nipped at her lungs as she took each breath in. The snow got packed into her heel, which marred her strut, but she didn't mind that much; she still looked hot. Glancing up, she saw a familiar blonde head huddled on a park bench. Giggling manically, she snuck quietly up behind the girl, taking dainty steps, and rammed her head into Jaymee's view from behind. "Why hello, there!" She took a moment to sweep her black wavy hair from her face and show her icy blue eyes. "How are you today?" She came from behind the bench and sat down with her 'friend'. Now, Ophelia didn't have friends, but Jaymee was the closest thing to a friend she could think of. Jaymee complimented Ophelia and didn't talk shit about her (well, no one really did due to fear, but Jay just seemed so damn nice). Smiling a sickly sweet look, Ophelia waited for a reply, clasping her hands and enjoying the nastily cold weather.


tagg, your it, doll face.Jaymee/Miggerlou

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[JAYMEE J. DOYLE]

Jaymee looked around, and glanced to her sneakers. Breathing in the cool air. Taking deep breaths and telling herself that no one would bother her and she'd be fine, and, if someone did bother her, she remembered her dad saying once.. "Poke them in the eyes and run away.." Jaymee laughed softly at this, even though it would probably work, it just seemed like a thing that two sisters would do to each other if they were fighting or something.

Thinking back to being in the park where there could be potential robbers, Jay sighed. She felt so alone at this moment in time. She wished she was more talkative with people she didn't really know. Jaymee needed to break out of her shell and show the world what she was made of. Show them that she also had a creative side, and not just an intelligent one. Maybe I should start bringing my guitar places, maybe people would listen. I don't have to be in a band to do that. Maybe I could pick up some tips from the pros... She thought to herself. Looking around the large park once again then back to her sneakers. She needed a new wardrobe. Jay looked like she was still in high school. Well, I don't need to be to dressed up, I'm just tech. Then again, I'm not doing tech at the moment, what if I go to a party or something? Jeez, I definitely need to go shopping. But where? Hell, I think I need someone to just do my shopping for me. Yup, that'd be the answer. But.. Who?..

As Jaymee was deep in thought, she hadn't realized Ophelia had come up behind her. She jumped as Ophelia started speaking. "Shit!" She swore quietly under her breath, then turning to see Ophelia she was a little confused for a moment, then smiled softly. "Hey." She spoke, then added "I'm good, yourself?" Jaymee watched Ophelia, happy that she kind of knew her. Looking at Ophelia's outfit, she smiled. "I like your outfit." Jay added softly, then smiled sweetly. Glancing around then looking back to Ophelia, she smiled once again. Finally, she wasn't quite so alone.[/size]

[OPHELIA M. WHITMAN]

hold your breath til we cross the sundown,
THIS IS THE MOMENT, TIME IS RACING, SLOW IT DOWN.

Giggling in sadistic victory, the sleek, ebony haired girl swept her glossy locks from her face to behind her shoulders. She could tell that the girl had not a clue why the psychotic gossiper was coming, and Ophelia took strange pleasure in this. Scaring people brought on this oddly gratifying adrenaline rush, in a sense. She could see the discomfort in others’ eyes when she surprised them. Of course they have heard the rumors about the little murderess Ophelia Whitman; and though she claimed she did not kill anyone at any time, she knew (and the rest of the people who knew Ophelia) that she actually killed Cecilia.

The fact that she had someone’s life on her hands turned on a psychotic pride inside of her, and she knew this was wrong, but damn it felt so right. The moment it happened felt so empowering; so exciting. It was a dangerous thrill, but she couldn’t help but enjoy it. Taking a deep breath, her innocently intense looking eyes had seen (and possessed, for that matter) more evil than one ever should. Glancing to Jaymee, she found this girl as close to a friend as she could get. Ophelia didn’t want any friends; just Jaymees and boy-toys.

Turning her head down a little, she watched a flock of guys walk by the two of them, her look sultry and her eyes piercing. She knew she was hot and liked toying with others’ minds to make them think they had caught the eye of an naïve, sexy girl who lusted for their cocky attitudes and backwards hats. This was not the case, she just liked the attention; it was another cheap thrill (adding on to her list of many). Clasping her hands and glancing back to Jay, she replied. “I’m absolutely fatastic.” She added extra emphasis on the last word to make it sound a tad more effective. As Jaymee commented on her outfit, Ophelia threw her head back and let out a devious cackle; one of those ones that are good-natured, but tinted with darkness. “Thank you, Jay-dear.” Closing her eyes for a moment and smiling kindly, she replied “You look nice, as well.” It was true, Jaymee was a beautiful girl; but she could use a lesson or two in fashion. She wasn’t even near horrid, but there were just some things that stuck out a little, and not in the good way. Oh, there was nothing wrong with this, it just bothered Ophelia knowing she could help an almost-friend and she is presently not. In the back of her mind, she thought to herself darkly. If she stays faithful, I might even consider calling her a friend.

She cocked her head a bit and narrowed her eyes as she looked out to a group of tourists who were tripping clumsily around the park, donning fanny packs, bicyclist sunglasses, and giant cameras. She did not mind the last one, but the other two were unbearable. She started thinking out loud unintentionally, “I wish those imbecilic tourists would just fall into the river...” She used both of her partially clenched hands in a sweeping motion from the upper left and in a diagonal line to the bottom right. This motion was quick and fierce “... and drown to their demises.” Breathing heavily, she growled. “They’d never return home from the big, bad city of New York....” Her eyes were glinting with hatred at the squealing children and their gawking parents. Realizing Jaymee was beside her, she was caught off guard for a mere millisecond. Returning to the the facade of a docile manner, she glanced innocently from the corner of her eye to Jay.

“Oh, I’m kidding, silly.” She smiled and twisted herself like a little child trying to kiss up to their parents. “I would never do that kind of thing to someone.” Her smile was so sickly sweet it seemed sour, like downing a bottle of pure honey and realizing when you have too much, it tasted bad. Dimming her bright rays of fake happiness, she puffed out her chest, thrusting her arms straight behind her back, stretching her sore muscles. This caught unnecessary views from curious guys, so she quickly recoiled and shot them dirty looks which could kill, if expressions could. Taking another breath, she, in a bored manner, glanced to Jaymee and shrugged. “You want to go shopping or something?” She tried to be subtle, but she was dying to do something (and give Jay a sexy little makeover). “It’s incredibly boring just sitting here in the cold, hun.” She twiddled her pale thumbs, crossing her legs to the other side to better situate herself on the chilly bench. Ophelia needed to be Jaymee’s confidant; the one Jay spills all of her little secrets to. This was going to take a while to build up a trust, but Ophelia figured she could let her wiry guard down to this one girl. It’s not like Jay would do anything to her (and if she did... well, Ophelia had many schemes conjured up in her mind).

Not jumping to the bad side, for once in her life, Ophelia hiked her purse up onto her shoulder. What was it with society that made them so paranoid of everything and everyone? Granted, Ophelia was one of these people, she wanted to figure out why there was so much hesitation in everyone’s mind. It was depressing, really; how people do not go and chase their dreams because they are too quiet, shy, shut in, paranoid, et cetera. See, Ophelia wanted to be a model or a singer, but these things never have unraveled the yellow brick road that gossiping did for her. Her singing voice was syrupy and really nice, but being a singer was not her true calling. That was for the Shameless contestants. She was just there to keep everyone in line from afar. Yawning, she took in a deep inhalation of the frigid New York, New York air. It was snappy, but sweet, sort of like a mango. Mangoes were nice. A perfect fruit; it’s stickiness and succulent flavor was delicious enough for any fruit hater to come and eat fruit. Sneaking a peek back up to her acquaintance, she wondered wearily of Jay believed the story of Ophelia killing someone. Sneaking inside such a nice girl’s mind would be quite useful. A fun little trip. But then again, she could be sweet on the outside, but severely sour on the inside. With people these days, Ophelia could never tell; so she just gave up on that kind of thing. It was useless to try and figure a person out, for there was so much more than the eye can see for one look at in a person.


tagg, your it, doll face.Jaymee/Miggerlou

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[JAYMEE J. DOYLE]

Jaymee smiled at Ophelia, remember hearing a few rumors about her murdering someone. Jaymee wasn't quite sure if this was true or not, but, she always gave everyone a fair chance - even if it was risky. Jay watched her, not really sure how to react to someone like Ophelia. Not just because she apparently murdered someone either. She intimidated Jaymee, Ophelia was gorgeous.

Jaymee was very happy to talk to Ophelia though, they were kind of friends I guess. Jay didn't really know anyone else as well as she knew Ophelia, even though she didn't even know Ophelia well for that matter. It was nice to talk to someone, even if you weren't sure about them. She knew that there was a risk that Ophelia was just trying to get some dirt on her for her gossip column, well, that wasn't likely seeing as Jay wasn't that interesting, but you never know. Jay knew though that she wouldn't judge her until she knew her well. Even then she would still be nice, unless she was treated cruelly.

Glancing around the park, she watched the guys walk by. Of course, they were mostly looking at Ophelia accept one who looked to be lost in thought. Jay sighed. Glancing around then back to Ophelia. Wondering how she ever pulled herself together in the morning. Jay was always so tired. Well, she never really got that good of a sleep at night. She was always worrying about different things.

Mostly, Jay worried if she had made the right decision coming on this tour and if she would ever had a second chance if things went wrong. Secondly, she worried about her parents and how they felt about her. She couldn't bear the thought of them hating her. Jaymee knew they weren't proud of her. Hopefully the still cared about her. Thirdly, she worried about guys. Yah, I know that sounds like something a lot of people would worry about, but if you were ever in Jaymee's mind you would see. She's always worried if she'll be alone for her whole life, if anyone likes her, and when she'll lose her virginity. Oh, did you not know that? Yup, she's still a version. If anyone ever found out, she knew she would die probably. She wasn't sure what Ophelia would say about that either. Jay was sure she had been around with lots of guys. Not that she thought that in a bad way, it's just that she was so pretty she could have anyone.

Jay came back to reality, hearing Ophelia reply to her question and comment, she smiled softly. "That's good." She spoke, than added "You're welcome. Thank you. I could use some help though." Jaymee laughed a bit, than glanced around. Watching as a couple birds flew around the park. Rubbing the back of her neck, she turned her gaze back to Ophelia.

Jaymee looked to the tourists in the park. She didn't think they were doing anything that annoying, but I guess Jay didn't really care if people were acting odd, as long as they didn't bother her. As Ophelia started speaking, Jaymee listened to what she was saying. Taken off guard a bit, she was a bit frozen. Not sure what to think really. Maybe the rumors are true...

She looked once again to Ophelia as she spoke, looking to the large sweet grin on her face. Thinking for a moment, then smiling back. Might as well not worry about things of the past for now. Jaymee watched a couple more guys came around, then were rejected with just a glare. Looking to Ophelia again when she asked if she wanted to go shopping. "Sure, that's be cool. I need a new wardrobe as you can tell." Laughing softly, Jaymee smirked.

Hopefully, Ophelia could give her some tips and to get herself sorted out. She really needed a makeover, even if she just bought one thing, which, wouldn't really be a makeover. Jaymee hoped this was a good idea though. She didn't want to bother Ophelia by doing this even though she offered. Either way, this was a new experience which Jaymee wanted to take. A step in the direction of a new 'her'.

Looking to Ophelia, Jaymee smiled. "Just lead the way."

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[OPHELIA M. WHITMAN]

hold your breath til we cross the sundown,
THIS IS THE MOMENT, TIME IS RACING, SLOW IT DOWN.

Smiling in the closest thing to tenderness Ophelia could manage, she cooed “Oh, honey. You don’t need that much help.” She looked at her fingernails, inspecting them thoroughly. “Just a little.” She shrugged, not really paying attention to anything except Jay’s words and her own fingernails. Sniffing in the brisk air, she glanced up to her acquaintance. The girl was pretty; a real cute young thing. She just needed to make that little leap from cute to sultry. Biting her lip, she thought about this girl. How did she meet her again? She could not remember, but she knew it was somewhere docile; she could not imagine a good little girl like her in a bar or club. Jaymee was too quiet, and Ophelia was too open. An odd friendship, but it seemed to fulfill that void of emptiness she had when she was lonely for the time being. Gently letting a grin bloom across her pale face, she coughed out a little giggle. “Oh, Jaymee. This will be fun.” She clapped her hands once in enthusiasm. She would make this girl a little more alluring to the world. Believe it or not, she liked Jaymee’s whatever-you-want kind of attitude. It made Ophelia feel ever so dominant and powerful, which she liked.

Feeling a surge of adrenaline pump through her tainted veins, Ophelia shot up from the bench, startling a few of the pigeons that were infesting the park like cockroaches. Thrusting her arm out, she took Jay by the arm and tugged her up. Holding the presumably stumped girl by the shoulders, Ophelia slowly said this next statement. “Jaymee, dear.” Her face was downcast a bit, but her intense eyes were nearly boring holes in Jay’s face as she stared at her. “Leave your old self on this very bench.” She took her left hand and pointed sharply at the seat they had just been seated in. “I will awaken you...” she faltered. “...or at least try to awaken you...” she mumbled with a goofy, confused look on her face. “... to the new Jaymee Doyle.” She had no fucking clue how she remembered this girl’s full name. It was a given she even remembered her first name.

Letting go of her, she nodded politely, smiled, and strutted off. Stepping on only the cement pathway, Ophelia didn’t want to sink her heels into the nasty, dirty snow, for that would mar her own appearance as she tried to upgrade Jay’s. She kept walking, knowing her little friend would catch up eventually, enjoying the wonderful sights (of boys, duh. Not the stupid so-called nature that was planted in the middle of the city). Confidently parading through the gloomy, snow laden city, Ophelia felt like she could take on the world; and if anyone got in her way, they would have to face the brutal consequences in store for them. Shoving her hand in her large handbag, she uncovered oversized sunglasses from the depths of the vast mess in there. Hitting two birds with one stone, she also took out her cell phone, checking it for any messages. There were a few, one from the guy she was with last night.

Mildly blushing, she vividly remembered the boy now. He was cute, no doubt; but he was too nice. Like a Jaymee in male form. Just too... well... nice for Ophelia. She needed a man with authority, but not more than she. Just enough to cause some interesting situations. Little love-games would be so entertaining with an arrogant guy. Arrogance goes alongside evil, so her man needs to be one (or, better yet, both) of those traits. Giggling shrewdly at her thoughts, she reached the crosswalk into the shopping section of the city. Not where just anybody shopped; but the elite stores. Ophelia had enough money to buy whatever she liked, and had more on reserve with her parents. Trotting boldly across the street, she did not look out for cars and all that shit; they’d have to watch out for her. It was the law, and all, since she was in the crosswalk. Swerving through the throngs of people carrying their bags, she kept her handbag close. If anyone dared to steal it, she would kick their ass.

Taking long steps, she walked into the first store that caught her eye. Saks Fifth Avenue. Smiling, she gave a look in Jaymee’s general direction and nodded that she was going into this store. Upon making her entrance into the diverse store, she saw many young men and women smiling and welcoming her into Saks. These salespeople were obnoxious, but quite helpful when you needed to get something in a different size or pre-order a special item. Taking a long, deep breath, she greeted them back in a bored but enthusiastic manner and leafed through the racks of clothing in pure boredom. Yeah, there were some cute clothes, but she wanted Jay to be the pampered one today. WAIT. A. SECOND. What the FUCK? Her thoughts were savage and confused. No, I will pamper myself and experiment with Jaymee. This tenderness towards someone was not something she liked, so she dug her heel into the floor, impatiently waiting for the girl to come into the store.


tagg, your it, doll face.Jaymee/Miggerlou

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[JAYMEE J. DOYLE]

Jaymee smiled. Glancing around the park than back to Ophelia. Then looking to the trees and nature around. This place seemed so calm, it made Jay smile softly to herself. Eve though it was cool, it was comforting, which, made Jaymee feel a bit better about being away from her family, which, didn't really make much sense at all 'cause how could the weather make you feel better? I guess Canadians did talk about the weather a lot, maybe that was why...

She looked back to Ophelia, smiling as she spoke once again. Ophelia seemed happy to help Jaymee, which, she was glad about because Jaymee didn't really want to anger this girl, unless, well, she had too. But thats a different story. Jay smiled, "Oh good! I'm excited too." Smiling once again, and watching Ophelia. Remembering they had met backstage at some point, well, that's what Jaymee thought anyways. She was always so busy back there. Jay was happy to be befriending Ophelia, she was the kind of person that could make Jaymee a more, lets say interesting person. Make her come out of her shell. Well, so Jaymee hoped.

As Ophelia starting telling Jaymee to 'leave her old self on the bench' and such, it somewhat took Jay off guard. She wasn't used to such an, intense person. Well, besides her parents, but Ophelia was definitely different then them.

As Ophelia started to walk, Jaymee trailed a bit behind her. How can someone walk that fast in heels?... Glancing around, Jaymee sighed, then caught up to her, only to fall behind again. Maybe heels would help... She laughed to herself quietly. No, they would probably help me break my neck. Okay, it wasn't that Jaymee couldn't walk in heels, she just couldn't go that fast.

Jaymee waited for a couple cars to drive by before she crossed the street, finally catching up to Ophelia. Glancing up and down the street before entering the store.

As she walked in, she could tell she didn't really fit here. Well, her clothes didn't anyways. Jaymee sighed, heading over to Ophelia. Smiling a bit. "So, where should we start?"

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