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Post by marie on Apr 23, 2009 14:57:19 GMT
Angel was looking forward to her little shopping trip to get her mind off of Edward. She had only been back a short time, but her feelings all came back to her. It hurt to know she wasn't missed at all, and the time she spent away didn't make him miss her or feel anything for her at all. Her heart was breaking all over again, and that was something she wasn't sure she could handle a second time around. She was in love with someone who would never have feelings for her. So she needed this shopping trip. She was actually debating moving out, on her own. She needed to get away from him.
She headed to Port Angeles in the brand new Ferrari that Carlisle had bought for her. There was so much she needed to her her mind off of. She stopped at the first clothing store she could find, and started to look around at all the different things. She decided to walk between the shops, no one would touch her car, she was a cullen.
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Post by ashen on Apr 23, 2009 19:29:36 GMT
Ashen had decided on exploring more outside Forks, he had only been there for a few days and he was bored already. Then again no one had recognised him which was a good thing, he could let his hair down so to speak and enjoy life as a normal teen for once. Still everything was so dull in town, and though Port Angeles was larger he soon realised there was nothing really there either. For a boy used to living the life in LA it was such a big change. He had taken time to browse some of the shops, he didnt really need anything but it was something for him to do. He had tried putting on his least 'rich' looking clothes but still stood out a little from the crowd.
He stopped to cross the road and thats when he saw her, the most beautiful girl he had ever seen. He frowned and turned to look around him, he wasnt the only one to have noticed her. If he thought he stood out then this girl was like a shining beacon. He let out a low whistle of suprise, he watched her head into one of the shops and he cursed himself. Why did she have to walk into the one shop he was heading into?
He crossed the road and entered the shop heading straight to the back to look for mens clothes, he kept his head tucked down not wanting to draw attention to himself. He saw her there, their eyes met and he felt his face burned red as he quickly busied himself. She looked more beautiful than any girl he had ever seen in LA and that was saying something... |
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Post by marie on Apr 26, 2009 19:31:10 GMT
Angel drew her hair up on top of her head, into a bun. She was fidgeting really bad, she knew that. She was over worried a little bit, but who wouldn't over worry. She was in love with a man she would never have, and he was rubbing his girlfriend in her face. She was becoming more and more depressed with every step she took toward the store. She wished she didn't have the feelings she had. She pulled her sunglasses out of her purse, and put them on. She just wished she could disappear, in fact maybe she would. She would just leave for a little while and just escape. It sounded like a good idea to her.
The store had lots of clothes in it, but nothing was really keeping her mind off of him. She knew it was pointless to attempt to let him go, but she knew she needed to move one, if only for her sanity. He would never love her and that was something she would have to deal with. He would never know how she felt about him, hopefully anyway. She pulled out some new shirts, and dresses that looked interesting. She silently wondered what he would think of her deep red one that she wanted. It was skin tight, and stopped mid thigh on her. She took it toward the backrooms and asked for a key to try it on.
In the dressing room, she slipped the silky clingy fabric over her head. The red dress fit her like a glove, contouring to her curves perfectly. She loved the way it felt against her skin, not much made her smile lately. She walked out of the dressing room, and to the mirror. She twirled around looking at herself debating on buying it or not. She sighed, biting her lip in concentration.
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