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&&we all tend to cry out for help;;

A wave of emotions struck through the young 15 y.o old as she dug through her pocket for a key. Dylan Macallister stuck the key in the hole, and turned it. The door bell rang, as she pushed the shop door open. Dilly turned around to see if her older brother had gotten out or their lambergini... nope.
AYDEN! Dylan poked her head out of the shop door, COME ON! The 16 y.o boy looked out the window and stuck his tongue out. Ayden Macallister opened the door, and very slowly got out of the sports car. He walked up onto the sidewalk, then paused. The only reason Ayden was going so slow, was to annoy his sister. Dylan stood at the door leaneding aganist it.
Come on please? She sighed heavily, and held back a grin. The lanky boy looked up at her, and flicked his hair to one side. Ayden nodded and hurried along his way, and slid into the shop.
Your so stubborn. Dylan shook her head, and playfully shoved her brother, before going to one of the large back rooms. Going to the dark room to develop a couple photographs.
WATCH THE SHOP! Dylan yelled out to Ayden. He went behind one of the secretary desks and sat down.


Ayden grabbed the computer mouse, and clicked the blue E. He decided to surf the interenet, not alot of people came to the shop in the morning. Though that could change I mean he had to admit, his sister was an awesome photographer. The sign in the window, stated SECOND PHOTOGRAPHER && SHOWCASE HELPER. Ayden looked up from the computer, hearing the pitter patter of a cloudless rain. Dylan came out suddenly with a stack of new photos.
They look awesome, Ayden. Dylan put then in individual white frames. She moved over to the right side of the store and put them in their own places. Ayden nodded quickly and walked over to Dylan.
They do look nice. He commented, and looked them over. Ayden had never been a good photographer like his sister. But a better skateboarder, and biker. The two teens looked over to the door suddenly, as the little bell went off.

[bella kindly]

bella kindly

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And she would change everything, everything just ask her.
Caught in the in between, a beautiful disaster,
And she just needs someone to take her home.
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Bella was currently standing in her father's bathroom looking through his medical cabinet. She grabbed a bottle of pills and popped a few into her hands, she had finally given up hope on moving back to her beloved New York City and had just started properly unpacking her boatload of things and a lot of her stuff reminded her of her mom especially that case of her Victoria's Secret lingerie, she wouldn't be using that for a while. Bella swallowed the pills and stuck the bottle into her Fendy handbag. She liked the numb feeling that the pills gave her, but that they still gave her some control over her body, just a few odd side effects, it was better than snorting coke or injecting heroin, at least to her. She shut the cabinet door and switched off the light, her dad didn't have any clue what she was doing and Bella wanted to keep it that way.

Bella went down the stairs and looked around the beach house, out onto the beach directly in their backyard, it was so different from home. She wasn't sure that she liked it. Bella missed the noise of the city, the lights, and of course her friends. There was no one here quite on her level of social elite-ness. There just wasn't, there was no prestigious prep academy that had an Ivy Week, nothing. Plus, she had to walk everywhere since she couldn't drive and there wasn't txais everywhere like in the city, she would have to call on in advance. She didn't have the same power here that she had had before, this wasn't now, nor would it ever be Bella's home. She would always and forever be a city girl. On the fridge there was a picture of Bella and her best friend forever, Serena, goofing around out front of Central Park. She smiled, her brain starting to go a little fuzzy with the medication.

There were also picture of her mom and dad and her, she couldn't stand to look at those pictures, they drove her crazy. Why couldn't her dad be a minimalist? Bella shook that thought from her head, checked to make sure she had her keys and slammed out of the house, she just needed to get away. Bella walked down the long driveway and out onto the streets on Honolulu. Bella didn't really know where she was going, but anywhere was better than here. She popped in her earphones and blasted her iPod as she walked. Today, she was wearing a pair of blue straight jeans and a cream colored shirt with a red collar and red flowers, it was tank shirt. She was also wearing a pair of oddly strapped brown sandals, she wasn't used to this weather in the winter, she expected it to be freezing like in New York. In fact, she hadn't even unpacked her summer clothes yet.

Bella tucked a strand of curled brown hair behind her ear as she found a familiar looking place, at least she thought it was familiar, it could just be the pills talking. It was a photography/fashion design place owned by her neighbors. She wasn't sure if it was any good, but she needed something to do. She opened the door to a familiar twinkling of bells, she didn't really need anything done, but maybe Dylan or Ayden was hanging out and she could talk to them even if they weren't her favorite company in the world. If she couldn't have Serena and Aurelia, she would just take whoever she could get. Bella walked through the store, her mind spinning and stood in front of the secretary desk. "Hey Ayden." She said.[/center][/size][/blockquote][/blockquote]

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[RAWR!]

&&we all play games, I just happen to be playing yours

Ayden looked up from the pictures he had been looking at, to the girl that had just walked in... Bella. Dylan grinned as she saw her brother, and Bella. She knew he sorta had a thing for her.
i'm going to get lunch. Dylan winked at Ayden before leaving the shop. The little bell sounding off again. Ayden smiled, gestured for Bella to sit down in one of the chairs infront of the desk.
Hey Bells. How are you today? He asked, trying to brighten hey up. I mean he knew about her whole pill popping, beluimic thing. Ayden felt really bad for her. And he couldn't really do anything about it, well he could tell her to stop... But only she could stop herself from doing it. Even though Ayden desperatly wanted her, to stop hurting herself. His sister, being a model and all, she once would pop pills to get rid of the stress. And Ayden helped her through that. It was when she was like 14. Dilly had forgotten it, she had said it ruptured her past. Ayden didn't blame her.

Many thoughts raced through his head. Ayden liked Bella and all, but she wasn't really his type. ANd he knew perfectly well she would never go out with a scene kid. Or a guy that liked Hello Kitty and Barbie's for christ sake. Ayden hadn't hid that he liked Bella, he told her before. He often reminds her, that he still likes her. Though it probably will never ever happen... not in a million gazillion years. Ever. Ayden knew he could get over it, but their weren't many girls in Honolulu. Plus not many people moved here. But living her all his life, he couldn't imagine it anywhere else.

[bella kindly]

bella kindly

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And she would change everything, everything just ask her.
Caught in the in between, a beautiful disaster,
And she just needs someone to take her home.
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The pills Bella had stuck in her purse were very simple over the counter painkillers and she knew how much to take to ease the pain, but to not kill herself, a friend of hers had told her. The main effect was that it numbed her mind, ridded her of some feeling, it felt good. She walked through the streets of Honolulu, not meeting anyone's eyes. She wasn't feeling up to talking to anyone, she was afraid that if someone said the wrong thing that she would burst out crying. Bella couldn't let that happen, she was a leader, she was a city girl, she didn't show signs of weakness, Bella couldn't let people know that inside she was a total mess. It would be the worst thing that could happen to her reputation, a reputation that she needed to become popular here in Hawaii, her shitty new home.

Bella entered the store, it was a fairly nice place, but definitely not her style. However, while the McAllister kids weren't exactly her type of people, at least not Ayden, they had been nice to her. Of course, they had probably been told by their mother to be nice because they were next door neighbors now. Besides, she trusted Ayden amazingly enough, even if it was against her will. She had been out on the beach in their backyard, the Kindly's had beach front property, and Ayden had seen her popping a pill. Bella had shown a spot of momentary weakness and ended up crying on his shoulder about everything, her pill addiction and her bulimia. Of course, he had admitted to liking her. Actually, Bella wasn't sure, but she thought that maybe she could end up liking him even if all her friends would freak at the idea, they weren't here now to tell her off.

Bella watched as Dylan sauntered off to get lunch, was she doing that on purpose? Dylan and Ayden were awfully close, so she wouldn't be surprised if she knew that Ayden wanted to be alone with her. Bells, Bella hated being called that and she was pretty sure that she had told Ayden, why he seemed determined to annoy her was beyond Bella. People who annoyed her or hurt her usually ended up worse for the wear. "It's Bella." She said rather coldly to Ayden. She was a bitch to everyone and that wasn't going to change for the boy was being nice to the new girl even if Bella had already told him her secrets, secrets that she had never told anyone else. Bella listened to Ayden and as slyly as possible felt out for a seat as her laser corrected vision was going blurry with the pills and she plopped into it.

"I'm okay." She said shrugging a bit. So what if that was a big fat lie? It's not like someone as new to her as Ayden was ever going to be able to guess that she was lying. Unless of course he saw her feeling for the chair and realized that she had taken a few pills, but she didn't say anything. "How are you, Ayden?" Hopefully this question would take the attention from her and place it onto him. [/center][/size][/blockquote][/blockquote]

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&&we all try to trap in our emotions so we don't get hurt

Ayden had never been the one, to judge. Or really hate someone. He was annoyed at how mean Bella could be. Though he could never hate her for something as stupid as that. As she told him ((quite harshly)) that she didn't like being called Bells, Ayden dropped his head. Black hair falling infront of his inncont eyes. Nothing could hurt him more, than Bella. Well atleast nobody's words, hurt more than hers did.
Fine than. Fair enough. Ayden mumered. He brought his head back up and did his whole damn hair flip. It was pretty hot. Ayden hadn't really grasped the fact, for why he liked... loved Bella so much. She hated Hawaii... Atleast it seemed like it. And she had a bunch of these problems. Not that she could help any of it though. Ayden watched carefully, as she felt behind her, to see where the chair was.

Your not okay, Ayden began pausing to listen to her question, I could be better. He raised his eyebrows when he said that. Just to kinda give alittle message, "I HATE IT WHEN YOUR MEAN TO ME!" kinda message. Though Ayden knew she didn't give a rats ass about him. Poor kid... Ayden was so nice and sweet. Everybody seemed to hate him because of the whole "look" he had. So what if Ayden was a scene kid? He is no different from anybody else. Neither was Dylan. Everybody looked down upon them for some reason, it really wore on Ayden's nerves. But he never said anything. He looked down at his shirt, it was red, it had six RAWRS! on it in white/black letter... Then at the bottom of the six RAWRS! It had these words, "Ima BIG scary BABYCAKE!". Below the shirt he wore blue jeans, and black chucks. Ayden was a very interesting kid.

He honestly didn't care what anybody thought about him... except Bella. Ayden really didn't give two craps if anyone had a problem with him being a scene kid... except Bella. Everything he didn't care about... he would care if Bella cared. If that makes any sense. Ayden knew, perfectly well, she probably popped some pills before coming down here. Why was she even here? Bella normally didn't hang around him, it sucked. Well for Ayden it did, probably not for her. His voyager buzzed suddenly in his pocket. Ayden ignored it as usual, I mean his "conversation" with Bella was way more interesting.. Then some stupid text message. And it was probably from Dylan...

[bella kindly]

bella kindly

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And she would change everything, everything just ask her.
Caught in the in between, a beautiful disaster,
And she just needs someone to take her home.
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Bells. Why did people seem so convinced that that was a good nickname for her? Over the years many people had tried calling her that, but it had always ended with disastrous results. However, she just couldn't bring herself to say something absolutely horrible to Ayden, just a harsh reprimand. Did she really care? Or was it that she just didn't want him to tell the whole island her secrets? It had to be the latter, Bella didn't care for people like that, well at least very, very few people. Of course, the medication did not help this thought process at all. It just blurred her real thoughts and feelings together in a clump in the corner of head, human feeling was mostly gone. That was what she loved about it, she didn't have to feel anything anymore, she could just be her cold, cruel self and not have to worry about herself getting hurt. Life was good that way, but now talking with Ayden, she found herself wishing that she hadn't taken those pills, that she could clear her jumbled mind.

Instantly after she spoke Bella saw that Ayden had lowered her head, her rudeness had hurt him. Normally, that would have brought a smile and a cold laugh to her vibrant lips, it would have entertained her to see how easily Ayden was hurt. But Ayden brought out her softer inside or something, maybe it was because he had been nothing but nice to her even though she was always a bitch to him and that he actually cared about her. Hell, the idiot even listented to her anti-permanently living in Hawaii speeches. Bella couldn't put her finger on it, but there was something about him that made her not happy about his pain. That's not to say that Bella was sorry, Bella didn't do sorry, she never had and never would. She was honest, most of the time and bluntly so at that. She didn't sugar coat things ever, she just went with the flow. It was the way she worked. Instead, her face stayed in that inevitable indifferent look that she had grown so fond of the years, the 'don't need your shit' look, back home she was practically famous for that look and her 'Don't mess with me' look.

Bella immediately slumped back into the chair that she had slyly felt out as she continued to watch Ayden, waiting for an answer to her question. She wasn't fine, it was a lie, but Bella didn't feel like talking about her problems, she wanted to talk about anything other than her problems, her problems were just that, she didn't need Ayden mixing himself in her business, no matter how much he supposedly cared about her. Normally, Bella couldn't get enough of talking about herself, she was an egomaniac, despite her own hatred of the other egotists, but today she just wanted to get away from herself, from the shit that was now called her life, anything would be better than this, school would be better than this. Bella intercepted his look, she was kinda a master at the sort of thing with all the insults and shit that she through out, plus she had always been good at reading people's body language. "Why what's wrong?" She said refusing to reply to his remark about her own well-being or lack thereof.

Bella didn't even know why she had wanted to come here, Ayden wasn't a proper friend for her. Those pills really had taken control of anything and everything in her brain. Of course, by now she was examining his outfit and comparing it to her own. Bella was always comparing people's outfits and such, she was a total fashionista. Bella resisted the temptation to gag at his poor choice of clothing. Did he have to be so...so....so not her style, so scene? They could be friends if he was in her clique, but he wasn't. Bella could get most any single boy that she wanted, she would never choose Ayden, he was just eww. Whereas her outfit was perfectly put together and purchased in up and coming boutiques in SoHo, she spent a lot of time on her appearance, time that Ayden put towards dying his hair or something like that.
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