if i lay here · farrah

[summer andrea king]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 340px; background-image:url(http://i56.tinypic.com/20gfl1v.jpg); padding: 30px; border: #2D2729 solid 30px; ] these dry bones cry out WORDS 434 OUTFIT CLICK TAGGED FARRAH NOTES NONE Another tiresome morning shift was over for Summer and she headed to the nearest park ready to chill a bit and rest. Her sister was out somewhere, she had gone partying the night before and was probably heading home now with a hangover and a coffee in her hands, her makeup smeared all over her face and with the same clothes that she left. She couldn’t understand the appealing of it all, in fact she couldn’t stand the smell of alcohol since it was her mother’s smell. Summer had spent all her childhood dealing with an alcoholic mother than turned into a druggie mother and now her sister was going down the same path, hopefully she will come to her senses and realize she could end up just like their mother did dead of an overdose. She had tried to be everything her mother wasn’t, picking a completely different path and her only vice was coffee. A cup was resting on her hands right now as she walked around the park for a place to settle down and just lay there in the sun. Though it was colder than other days, this was the warmest day they had for a while in the city of Paris and everyone wanted to enjoy it, she could see people everywhere, kids with their mothers and people with books sitting on the grass, couples cuddling… Summer didn’t know what love was, she had stayed away from that for the simplest reason; she didn’t want to drag someone else into her current life. She was poor, fighting to get some income to make a decent living, her sister was a druggie and so far the perspectives of her life were serving coffee and breakfast to people for the rest of her life. At least she had finished high school, which was something. So yes, she wasn’t the best bet when looking for a girlfriend. As she walked pass a tree she was someone familiar sitting there and smiled, approaching the girl. “Hey Farrah! What are you doing around here?” Summer sat besides the girl, laying on the grass and closing her eyes for a second as her back gratefully rested on the ground. She sipped from her coffee. Farrah was a sweet kind girl, just like she was, and she had met her during her work at the coffee place and they had clicked well. She looked at the blue sky, the white soft clouds… “I just got off work.” She said rubbing her eyes tired. “How are you?” She titled her head to look at her and smiled. these dry bones cry for you

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[farrah emile moreau]

Sitting beneath a large oak, a brunette girl was lost deep in her thoughts of writing. It was a beautiful day; clear sky, warm air, singing birds. Well, maybe not so much the last option. Leaning against the tree was Farrah, a small notebook on her lap. After a week straight of not being able to write anything, not even simple lyrics, the blue eyed girl decided to take a break and sit outside. The change was great, she was already thinking better. Being a heat lover, she could only explain it using that logic. For ten minutes now she had been trying to explain it, and nothing else seemed to fit. Her muse was just stronger when she was comfortably sitting with less than fifty layers of clothing on. Flipping through the book, Farrah found lyrics she had been attempting to fix up. While writing wasn't a main part of her schooling, she still wanted to get some skill in it. Writing lyrics helped gain you a job after graduating, or so she had heard. Running a hand through her hair, Farrah looked up at the sky. A song about the blue sky? she asked herself, quickly deciding that no, she shouldn't do that. It was overused, and there were only so many ways you could explain what a cloud looked like. Yawning, the brunette began wishing she had gotten more sleep last night, instead of messaging her mother for hours about school. Why was her mother keeping her up anyways? Wasn't that the wrong order of things? Shrugging to herself, Farrah glanced around at the growing crowd around her.

Now that it was the afternoon, the park was filling up. Couples, families, friends... Farrah felt out of place, sitting alone under such a large tree. A chill ran down her spine as the wind blew, causing her to move out of the shadow, resting back purely on her hands. So what if she was alone? Maybe she'd get lucky and a guy would chat her up. One could only hope. Of course, men at the park weren't always the most serious, only looking for short flings. It sucked, but there wasn't much she could do about it. Suddenly pulled out of her thoughts by a voice, Farrah looked up. A familiar face, Summer's, was nearby. "Summer! Hey!" she said with a smile on her face, "Just resting up, trying to write lyrics. Why are you here so early?" she had met Summer a few weeks back at the coffee shop Summer worked at. It was weird, as Farrah was at the shop so often and only recently met her. Not to say it was bad. She found it easy to get along with Summer. The girl was kind, fun, all those good things. It was easy to talk to her for sure. "I'm doing great! How have you been? And the shop?" Farrah had been meaning to go back, she just constantly forgot. The coffee was addictive, she loved it.

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Words;; 518
Outfit;; Soon to come!
Tagged;; Summer
Notes;; Sorry it took a few days, school work is terrible!

[summer andrea king]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 340px; background-image:url(http://i56.tinypic.com/20gfl1v.jpg); padding: 30px; border: #2D2729 solid 30px; ] these dry bones cry out WORDS 453 OUTFIT CLICK TAGGED FARRAH NOTES IT'S OKAY DON'T WORRY ^^ Meeting Farrah had been one of the greatest things that happened to her lately. Summer lived in Paris all her life but she didn’t have friends, once she left high school all her friends moved to college and little by little they lost contact with her. It was sad that she had to stay and work in order to survive and surely her future wasn’t going to get any better. Farrah was attending that elite academy for talented artist so Summer wasn’t surprised at all seeing her with a notebook and absorbed on writing. She wished she could attend that academy too but Summer wasn’t talented at all and didn’t have the money to afford the academy. She didn’t have money to even buy food sometimes, but well it was her life and she was pretty content with it. “Changed my shift, yesterday I did the afternoon.” She was really tired of her work but she had good schedules after all and her boss was great, her co-workers were great too and it was a nice environment. It could have been worst, and a worst job, she was paid decently and the conditions were good, so far it wasn’t so bad but standing all morning was tiresome and remember all the orders was difficult sometimes, in fact in all the time she had been working there Summer managed to mess up more than one order. “Lyrics? Did you come up with something good?” She sighed and smiled, looking up the sky again. Summer never talked about her life, it was easier to pretend she was just a normal teenager and none an orphan living with her older sister. “I’m fine, you know, always working. Things are good, busy as always.” Summer didn’t have time to waste, or to be a normal teenager, she went from home to work and the other way around because she a lot of things to do but Summer was taking a little break before going to her normal life. “How’s school going?” She missed that, going to school feeling like a normal girl, gossiping and spending time with the girls and studying, it had been her shelter out of her life, the place where she could forget all the problems she had home, now she had nowhere to run at all just this park and those little breaks after work. “How have you been? I didn’t see you around the café lately.” Farrah was a usual costumer of the café and Summer had seen her writing lyrics sitting on one of the tables with coffee by her side. On day she had the courage to ask her what was she writing and that’s how they started to talk. these dry bones cry for you

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Summer was one of the people Farrah has been glad to meet. She hadn't made all that many friends in her time here, most of them were back at home going to small colleges. But what could you do? The only form of contact she had with them was either calling, texting, or the internet. And talking to them at all was a rare thing, Farrah was always off doing one thing or another. Now, with her new friends, things were a lot more simple. For some, it was an apartment away. For others, she simply had to go visit her favourite coffee shop. In a way, the brunette was jealous of Summer. A job, now wouldn't that be great. Especially at someplace like a coffee shop. Farrah wasn't a good cook, though, and could barely make coffee out of a pot in the morning. She didn't have the skills to make other peoples' drinks, especially not the challenging low-fat-one-shot-vanilla-iced-frapachinno-with-only-a-small-amount-of-ice, no whip ones. In reality, she could barely remember the drinks she wanted to get for herself. Not that she even had time for a job. Classes at the academy were tough, but she loved them anyways. There wasn't that much work, really. Just a lot of practicing. You had to be at your best at all times. "Really? Is it a permanent change? I'll need to know when I should go buy coffee now." she laughed lightly. Originally, she only went to the coffee shop because of an attractive man that she wanted to get to know. Instead she got Summer, and she didn't mind at all.

"Oh no, not at all. I'm not much of a lyricist." she shook her head. Farrah could write basic chords for a guitar piece, but couldn't write very good words even if her life depended on it. Other people could do that for her. Slowly she was improving, however, and she was glad. Her teachers would be much happier then. "I'm glad. Of course, when aren't we all busy?" it seemed like the only time Farrah truly had spare time was over the summer. Ha, Summer, summer. She smiled at her own little joke in her head. She looked over to Summer, "Has the cafe been busy?" some of the days Farrah could barely get inside of the shop, while others she was the only one there. It was quite strange, really. The blue eyed girl shrugged, "It's been pretty busy, but great. I'm loving it" her school was amazing, really. It was one of the places she loved to be. Sure, she wasn't friends with all that many people, but each day was still enjoyable. It was so much different than high school, but still similar. Cliques, homework, all that good stuff. "I've been meaning to stop by! I just keep ending up distracted. It's terrible, really. I've been good, keeping up with everything. Except the cafe." she laughed. The cafe was a nice place, she loved the people there. She still remembered first meeting Summer, when she asked about her lyrics. Oh god were those terrible lyrics. But at least it got them talking, and gave her new ideas for writing.

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Tag; Summer
Words; 553
Notes; None

[summer andrea king]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 340px; background-image:url(http://i56.tinypic.com/20gfl1v.jpg); padding: 30px; border: #2D2729 solid 30px; ] these dry bones cry out WORDS 524 OUTFIT CLICK TAGGED FARRAH NOTES NONE Farrah seemed to be one of those calm quiet girls just like her. Summer didn’t like the noisy and fast paced life style of her sister at all, maybe because it was too similar to her mother’s one. She’d rather spend her time chilling with friends like this than going to parties and getting wasted, what was the fun in that in the first place? Especially the day after with that massive headache and the hangover. It was easier and natural this way, and she was glad she had found someone like Farrah. Summer was social; she liked to get to know her costumers, the stories behind the things they did and where they were from and things like that so she didn’t have a problem approaching Farrah the first time and ask her about what she was writing. Her job wasn’t that difficult once you got the trick, it wasn’t especially well paid but it was enough with her sister’s income to do a living. Summer wanted to be in Farrah’s place, having time for yourself; studying something you love in a prestigious academy… she could only dream of that. “No no, just a friend wanted the morning free so we changed shifts.” Summer usually worked the afternoon shifts which allowed her to see Farrah since the girl was on the academy during mornings, but sometimes her workers asked her the favor of changing shifts and since she really didn’t mind she always did them the favor. She liked to have mornings free because it allowed her to go to the grocery store, help her sister when she was back from her parties, clean their small apartment… but sometimes it was nice to have the afternoon free and just chill around. Summer laughed and smiled at her. “Yeah, when aren’t we? We have some hours we can’t even stop for a breath.” The café was quite popular and it had some hours it was full of people and hours it was totally empty. Lately it had been on the busy side which was good, helped her forgetting things and focus on work, she hated those long hours she had nothing to do but talk to her co-workers and wait for someone to serve. “I remember high school. I kind of miss it.” Truth was she missed it a lot, having homework, something to study and focus on, she had the impression she was really doing something with her life but not anymore. Now once her shift was done she had to come back to reality and it wasn’t nice at all. “I don’t know how are you surviving without your coffee, seriously.” Summer’s only vice was coffee; she needed it to be herself at mornings and to survive along the day. “I’ll treat you next time you stop by okay? But we have to see each other more outside my work place.” Summer laughed, it was true that she spent her time in there because well it was her job but she had free days and coming to think of it she barely saw Farrah outside the coffee, it was a nice change. these dry bones cry for you

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[farrah emile moreau]

It was true, Farrah was one to avoid huge parties and loud gatherings. Even if they didn't bother her, she really just didn't enjoy them. Getting drunk, high, or whatever else it was that people did didn't appeal to her at all, really. Sure, at the time it wasn't all that bad... But the day after was hell. Farrah had taken care of one too many hungover friends to find any appeal in parties like that. From what she knew about Summer, she was the same way. No parties, just work. At least, that's what she got from her personality. Summer was calm, easy to talk to, easy to get along with. The kind of person the brunette enjoyed being around. The kind of person she could actually hold a conversation with too. Now that was a nice change from some of the people around the academy... Maybe if she had been drawn into that crowd at one point, but at the time it didn't seem like she ever would be. Reaching up, Farrah tucked some loose hair behind her ear and smiled. This was the kind of life she liked. Nice and easy, simple, fun. In a way, Farrah was jealous of the people Summer got to meet at her job- she knew she wasn't the only person around. At the academy, Farrah saw the same people every day in whatever class it was. She never got to meet new people, really. "Good. I can't miss out on our talking sessions just because we have different schedules, that would suck." it was easier, on most days, for Farrah to go to the cafe in the afternoon. Only once a week did she have a class then, and most of the rest of it was free time. What a better way to spend it than studying in a cafe with kind people?

Having a large portion of her classes in the morning gave Farrah a good amount of free time. Sure, she couldn't sleep in, but it was worth it. Instead, she got everything out of the way, with the rest of her day open for almost anything. It was nice, in her opinion. And that was really the only one that mattered. Farrah nodded and grinned, "It must be pretty crazy working then. I can't imagine making it through that myself." of course, she wouldn't avoid the cafe if it was busy. That just meant she didn't get to talk with Summer as much, nothing more. And then the next day there was even more to chat about! It was all good, in the end. Farrah could only wonder if the employees earning more in the rushes... "High school was good. It was a good time." she had all she needed there; friends, family. Now things were a bit more strained, but it was fine. The homework could be a bit much at times, but she loved it all the same. Even though most of it didn't actually prepare her for any future schooling. Though Farrah really didn't go on the traditional path. She laughed, "Neither do I! It's so strange... Especially since I can't really make the best at home." her coffee was crap compared to the one she bought, but she still drank it anyways. The caffeine boost was very much needed. She nodded, "Sounds like a plan. I always need a good bribe to show up there." she winked. Oh yes, the cafe was obviously just such a terrible place... "We do! One day we'll have to match up our schedules." Farrah responded, leaving a mental note to do so. It would be fun, she knew it would be. They already got along so well.

Tagg; Summer
Words; 641
Notes; None

[summer andrea king]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 340px; background-image:url(http://i56.tinypic.com/20gfl1v.jpg); padding: 30px; border: #2D2729 solid 30px; ] these dry bones cry out WORDS 669 OUTFIT CLICK TAGGED FARRAH NOTES NONE A lot of people will call Summer weird for not attending parties during high school, for not trying to reach the popular crowd and not trying to fit in. She naturally fit with normal kids, she never shined but she wasn’t a loner so she had a great time back in her school days. There was more people like her, all with their reasons to not do what the rest of the crowd did; some of them were rebels, some of them tried it and didn’t like it… some of them, like her, lived it too close to go down that path. And her sister should have known better than going down that path herself but what could Summer do if Annalise didn’t want to listen to her at all? Nothing, she could do nothing but keep trying to be listened. It was a good thing she found people like her in her work, also if she worked some morning shifts she will see people coming from the after and craving coffee like zombies with massive headaches and that would remind her of her own sister. “Don’t worry I prefer the afternoon shifts and my boss knows it, he won’t change me to mornings.” Especially because during mornings she had things to do and she didn’t want to cross paths with the ‘afters’. It brought back a lot of unpleasant memories and also it reminded Summer of what awaited for her back home and she had enough dealing with that. “It’s quieter you know, not so many people coming in. At mornings we have those coffee work breaks and people coming in for their first coffee of the day.” When everyone had a break they had to work harder because of course who wouldn’t want coffee during their break? High school had been a really good period of her life, contrary to what people would have thought because of her life it was easier than when she went to school. She was a grown up by then and knew how to stand on her feet, being a child she had only been a burden to her sister who had to make sure she had clean clothes and was properly showered to go to school and of course left her and pick her up. Things were so different now, but they didn’t look any better, just different; now she had bills to pay, a work to attend to, things that needed taken care of… she didn’t know how her sister managed when they were younger and often regretted having her growing up so fast. “Good old times, not having to worry about anything but grades and the clothes you were going to wear.” Obviously she had a great deal of things to worry back in high school but she liked to think and act like a normal teenager inside the walls of the building and Farrah didn’t need to know about her problems at all. “I can make normal coffee at home, those machines we have at work are the ones who actually do magic.” Summer could make coffee but she couldn’t do the same thing back home to save her life so she usually just drank the coffee at work, it was easier. “Your schedule you mean, mine is pretty easy to learn.” She said laughing and looking at the clouds in the sky, as a kid she loved looking for shapes in them and it had been such a long time since she did something like that. “Good coffee and… a cake?” Though she knew Farrah would go to the café nonetheless she liked to treat her from time to time since coffee for the workers was free. Besides she liked the company and since she was such a good client giving her some special treatment was well regarded by her boss, who said Summer and her way of doing things kept costumers coming and becoming regulars, that pleased her, knowing she was good in what she did. these dry bones cry for you

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[farrah emile moreau]

Throughout high school, Farrah attended six dances and two parties. She, of course, went to prom, along with a few dances every year except her freshman one. She wasn't the prettiest of girls, and tended to just go with her friends, other girls like her. Only to her senior year dances did she ever go partying, to both of which she stood around awkwardly and chatted with drunk friends. She didn't find the appeal of alcohol, it smelled terrible. Anything like it wasn't fun to her either, she enjoyed being in control of herself. Farrah had enough friends that she didn't ever have to deal with pressures of crazy things, just being herself was fine. Sure, a few kids laughed at her at the parties, but she had a fine time with her friends at them, being normal. And now she had gotten into an amazing school, so she was quite happy with her choices. Plus she had made new friends, ones who still didn't care about parties. "I'm glad! I'd be terribly sad without seeing you there. I might have even had to stop going!" she laughed, resting back on her hands. Her mornings were so busy generally, she only had the afternoons free. Farrah was the opposite of most kids, she tended to do better without coffee in the morning. It was weird, but she didn't mind. The brunette nodded, "I'd imagine so! There are always so many people later on... It'd scare me to see the place empty." the work breaks sounded nice, she was jealous.

High school was such a simpler time than college. Less work, more sleep, things like that. Sure, there was still a lot of work on her plate, but it was easier to handle then, when she didn't have to take care of everything by herself. Now there was cooking and cleaning and washing clothes and doing school work and everything. But Farrah knew she wouldn't want to go back to high school, college was more fun. She smiled and nodded, "Too true. Though now, for me, those are just more intense to think about." going to the academy, Farrah always had to look nice. It was terrible, especially on those days she just wanted to roll out of bed and go to class in sweatpants. Not possible any longer, in any of her classes. There were almost too many things to worry about now... "Even normal coffee can be an issue for me! The machines are gods, I swear." she laughed softly. Sometimes she messed up simple coffee, it was a sad truth. But who didn't, on the odd occasion? Summer was lucky she had her work to make it at all the time. "Ah, true. I'll  figure it out and get it to you as soon as I can!" at least now she had something to do once she got home. That would be a nice change from constant homework.

Watching the clouds, Farrah laughed and smiled, "I could never turn down such an amazing offer!" that would be nice, as long as she got to spilt it with Summer. Friends did that sharing stuff, and she hadn't in such a long time. As long as she wasn't using Summer's hard earned money, she was fine with it. That would be fun, she couldn't wait for it to happen, not at all.

Tagg; Summer
Words; 584
Notes; Sorry! Overloaded with homework!

[summer andrea king]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 340px; background-image:url(http://i56.tinypic.com/20gfl1v.jpg); padding: 30px; border: #2D2729 solid 30px; ] these dry bones cry out WORDS 710 OUTFIT CLICK TAGGED FARRAH NOTES DON'T WORRY IT'S OKAY ^^ TAKE YOUR TIME Talking about high school years made her feel melancholic and Summer didn’t like that. She tended to be a present person, enjoy the moment, forget about past just learn from it and go on with your life so there was no sense in looking back. Especially if she had important things to worry about now, not like she never had them, she grew up in a messed up household, she couldn’t even call that her home though her sister did the biggest effort to get them through during all their life. Annalise was her best friend, her motherly figure, the one she could rely on and trust with her soul, she knew she could always count with her, always. Summer was always surrounded by friends back in high school, friends that helped her forget about everything that was going on, once she left though she found herself alone until she found Farrah. Summer was very busy to find friends, she had bills to pay, a house to clean, food to buy, a work to attend to and an alcoholic/druggie sister to take care of with two poor salaries. And as bad as all that sounded Summer wasn’t stressed out or felt bad about her life, it was what it was and she just took it as it came. “No! We both know you can’t go without your coffee!” She worked very hard to make clients happy and have them coming all the time, she made very good regulars clients like Farrah and she didn’t want all that effort to waste for a change of shift. Having costumers happy made a very happy and proud boss that spoiled her rotten and Summer could practically do whatever she wanted. She had earned it though with her super hard work and her endless shifts, some days working two shifts together to make more money because she was in need. “Work, work, work, sucks my free time and that is not good at all.” She loved spending time with her friends but her current life didn’t allow much time for that. It was rare when she had one of those days without anything to do and she made sure to call her friends to hang around. Of course they visited her at the coffee shop and made sure she didn’t die of boredom in there where no one was in, but it wasn’t the same thing at all. Summer laughed at Farrah’s comment, Paris was the capital of fashion, everyone in there dressed with the last tendencies, they created them, Summer was never much a girl of fashion, in fact she was glad she didn’t have to think about that again. “I am lucky, I wear the same uniform every single day.” It was great not having to worry about those little things when your mind was already full. Of course she had to do another things like learning the whole menu of coffees and different things at the café. “And really easy to use once you get the trick, though that might be a bit more complicated.” They were big scary machines with a lot of buttons and options and at first they impressed Summer a lot and scared her, but she learnt quickly and soon enough she was serving coffees without much problem, she still messed up some orders but apart from that everything was up and running. “Actually they do all the hard job. I just have to press the right button and there you will have a very tasty coffee.” She made it sound easier than it really was, but who was she to complain about how hard it was to learn to use it and not mess up? Especially when clients asked for especially serves and she had to go through her manual to know what the hell they were asking for. “We end up doing the same thing always! It’s a good thing today we found each other at the park, is different. We actually should think of visiting some museum or something.” It sounded quite boring actually but they managed to make bored things be great and they weren’t party girls. “I promise there will be cute boys.” Summer winked at Farrah, knowing her weakness was that. these dry bones cry for you

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It was kind of weird, talking about, and thinking about, her schooling life before the academy. It was a lot different then, seeing as Farrah lived with her entire family, and it was a public school. A roll out of bed and go to school school. Farrah enjoyed thinking about her future much more, it was infinitely more fun discussing how she was going to sing for a huge company and be famous, but not stupid famous. She'd be kind to everyone and donate and just be better than most of the famous people she heard about. And even if she didn't get famous, she'd be fine with however it went. As long as she was happy. Meeting Summer had been great, though, it helped bring Farrah our of her almost constant daydreams. It helped her manage her time better and everything. Beforehand, she would have have a large amount of free time, but she always constantly put things off. A very very bad habit that she was fixing because of her new friends. She had more times to get things done, and do well in things. Gave her a better life, in a sense.

"Hey! I can survive, like, a few days without it!" she laughed, jokingly insulted. Farrah had lived for years without her caffeine, she could do it again! Well, she hoped so. It kept her going through the night, to get her work done and all of that. The brunette couldn't remember the last time she made it through an entire day without caffeine. Probably years and years ago, when she was small and energetic. She understood where Summer was coming from, it took time to build up friendships like the one they had. Farrah could only assume that helped with her work, made her boss happy and all that. She knew that would probably happen with her if she worked somewhere. At least, she hoped so. It didn't take long for her to make friends most of the time. She nodded understandingly, "I totally get it, school can do that sometimes. At least you get money for it!" Farrah didn't know about Summer's home life, but she assumed it had to be at least somewhat normal. If she was able to hold a job, then yes. The blue eyed girl was always looking for extra time to spend with others, especially close friends. She nodded, still smiling. It truly could be terrible, living in a place where you had to look good. "You really are. I'd kill for not having to wear the best clothes everyday! I like it just most days."

The little things would shoot through Farrah's mind at the most inopportune moment. In the middle of a huge essay, she'd think of something completely ridiculous and completely forget what she was doing. But that was just a part of life, right? She grinned, "I wouldn't mind using one, then!" it sounded like fun to work at a cafe, Farrah decided. She tilted her head, "How long did it take you to learn it?" every time she looked at the machines as she waited for the piping hot drink, Farrah wondered how they worked. They were huge, scary looking machines. She laughed lightly, "C'mon Summer, you're suppose to make it seem like you do all the work!" she giggled, running a hand through her hair as the wind blew. "I'm glad! We really do, that'd be incredibly fun!" going anywhere with friends was worth it, really. "Oh, cute boys? I'm in!" while, in all truth, appearances didn't matter much to Farrah. She chose people based on their personality, not gender or looks. But still, what girl didn't enjoy cute boy watching?

Tagg; Summer
Words; 646
Notes; Agh, I'm sorry. I'm dealing with a lot of crap at school right now.

[summer andrea king]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 340px; background-image:url(http://i56.tinypic.com/20gfl1v.jpg); padding: 30px; border: #2D2729 solid 30px; ] these dry bones cry out WORDS 627 OUTFIT CLICK TAGGED FARRAH NOTES HOPE IT GETS BETTER FOR YOU! Summer didn’t want to think about a future, she had no hopes of having her future changed at all. She was resigned to work as bartender forever, serving coffees to people who will have a bright future in their current works and that will never focus much attention on her. It was better that way though; being invisible made it easier to hide all her problems back at home. Because no, she never had an easy life but she managed to hide that so far, to hide it from her school mates, her high school friends… everyone, not a soul knew about her problems back home and sometimes she wished she had someone to confide in all those troubles, so she wouldn’t have to deal with the burden all by herself. But she didn’t want to get someone into her lifestyle; it would only create problems for people who didn’t need them. She had always been very down to earth. Summer laughed and smacked her arm playfully, shaking her head no. “Sure, sure you can!” Summer herself couldn’t, she needed her coffee to think clearly and everything, to be human. And she got it for free, it was her luck working on a coffee place. She had to work to survive, she had to work to get money, it wasn’t a hobby to buy the clothes she wanted to an item; no, it was totally different for Summer. When some students came in complaining about how hard school was and how they wished to be adults she wanted to snap, tell them it wasn’t so easy or so nice, that things were totally different and that they should enjoy and appreciate more what they’ve got now that they could. But of course that would be scaring costumers and they had the right to complain about how oh-so-difficult their lives were. “Yeah I get the money but it’s not enough paid the work I do.” She said laughing, she didn’t see much of that money, all of it went to pay bills, food, things they needed on a daily basis and just from time to time, when she managed to save some money she could afford buying something nice that she wanted. “I don’t have to think much about what to wear every day!” She said laughing and it was true though she wanted to know how it felt to be like one of those glamorous girls at the city. Paris was the capital of fashion; everyone was well dressed and had some style even the ones who didn’t know much about it managed to look pretty decent. It was complicated for someone who didn’t have money to even eat to invest in some fashion, almost impossible. She shrugged, her job was pretty easy, memorize the coffees and learn to use the machine, and that was about all, not mess up the orders was a bit more complicated but it wasn’t something you had to study for like Farrah was doing. “About a week to know how to use it properly and two to get used to it.” she laughed out loud cheerfully, resting her back against the tree and taking a sip of her coffee. “But it is easy I tell you! It’s not much of a science.” Summer knew not everything was about looks though in her current situation a relationship was out of the question and it would be for a long time. But who would resist cute boys? She was a girl after all and so was Farrah and they had to act like that some times. “Who would say no to them!” she said winking and closing her eyes a bit to rest, she loved hanging around Farrah because it was very relaxing. these dry bones cry for you

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[farrah emile moreau]

Everything Farrah did was for her future. For her dreams of singing on stages all over the world to come true. It was one of those things she wanted in life. She wanted her parents to be proud, her grandparents to be proud. She wanted to make something of herself. And she was certain it would happen, the brunette just had to work her hardest to do that. There has certainly been times when she didn't think she had a chance, but the academy changed those thighs. Now she was learning more, and she'd be able to focus on what she wanted to do on future years. Farrah didn't want to be invisible, off in a corner. She wanted to be in the spotlight, sharing her talents, doing her best. She wasn't like those other girls, the ones who only wanted the attention because they were stupid. The brunette didn't want to be rich, she wanted to share her wealth with friends and others. That's why buying coffee every day didn't bother her. It was helping others, even if it was only in a small way. Farrah didn't have any secrets, at least not any huge ones. So being in the spotlight wouldn't bother her at all. "Meanie!" she exclaimed, feigning pain in her arm, "Why would you hurt me like that?" she couldn't hide her smile as she rubbed her arm lightly. Coffee was important, and that was an understatement. If only she got it for free each day...

Farrah had never really worried about money. Her family gave her what she needed to survive, and any extra she asked for. She didn't ask often, however. It was a waste if she just bought random things all the time. One day she hoped to be able to do things like that, but for now she would be a careful spender. Outside of her coffee addiction, of course. Nothing could ever replace that. Farrah wondered about Summer, the girl sitting next to her on the grass. What was her life story? It'd be interesting to know, as they were so close by this point. She nodded, "True, true. That's the most important thing." if Summer had to work, Farrah only assumed she didn't have as much money as countless others in the city. Not like she was judging her friend or anything, not even close to that. Farrah didn't care if Summer was completely poor, that didn't matter to her. "Like I said, so lucky!" she grinned, "I swear, if I ever get famous, I'm not caring about what I wear." sure, she'd be glamorous some of the time, but she didn't really care all that much.

On every corner there was a new fashion. Every single corner. That's why Paris was such an influential city. And thankfully, no matter what, everyone managed to look good. Even some of the poorest people around looked fashionable. No matter what one wore, it could be a new fashion. Farrah smiled. Summer was such a modest girl, it was nice to be around her. Most people the brunette knew would be all over making things more dramatic for them, it was ridiculous. Summer simply spoke the facts, she didn't overdramatize everything. Her friend had to do a lot, learning the machine, using it well, memorizing what people ordered. A difficult job, for some. Farrah wasn't sure she could do it. "That's quick! I'm amazed anyone could do something like that." it would take Farrah years to be able to do something like that. She smiled, resting against the tree as well. A nice breeze blew through the trees, and she shook her head, "Whatever you say, whatever you say. Crazy." cute boy watching would be very much enjoyable. She may not find her dream boy there, buy she could always hope for at least a short romance. Maybe a few months long. That wasn't too much to ask for, was it? "I'm not sure! They'd have to be crazy!" she laughed, her eyes shutting for a moment as her head moved back. Staring up at the branches, Farrah was glad her day became such a good one.

Tagg; Summer!
Words; 722
Notes; Thanks! I hope so too.

[summer andrea king]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 340px; background-image:url(http://i56.tinypic.com/20gfl1v.jpg); padding: 30px; border: #2D2729 solid 30px; ] these dry bones cry out WORDS 655 OUTFIT CLICK TAGGED FARRAH NOTES NONE She could understand Farrah’s hope and dreams but for Summer things were very different. She didn’t have parents to make proud and it’s useless to say they wouldn’t have been proud of her even if she did something big, her mother was drunk or stoned all the time, she couldn’t even remember she had daughters. So obviously Summer’s hope and dreams were different, she hoped for her sister not to end like their mother, and she hoped to make it at the end of the month. And about her dreams… she didn’t have any, she couldn’t waste time dreaming anyway and it just made it the more difficult for her to go through the days. Routine helped her mind to get off that kind of topic, working until exhaustion helped too. It was good to have a break from time to time but breaks always got her thinking of how lucky her friends were and how unfair life was with her sister and her. But Summer didn’t like to complain and didn’t like pity of any kind, not even self-pity, so she always pushed those thoughts to the back of her mind and tried to make the most of every minute she had. “Oh come on now you will survive!” She said laughing and shaking her head. Farrah was very carefree and that always raised Summer’s spirit, it was hard to be always happy and impossible, so whenever she felt down she hunted Farrah down and had a few good laughs. Both of them were close but Summer never shared information about her personal life, it wasn’t something you will like to tell your friends, how you had to struggle to survive since you were a kid because your mother never cared about you and could barely take care of herself, needless to say her daughters. How her sister was now walking down the same path, and how Summer had to fight with both pressures. No, it wasn’t a nice conversation and it was very different from the comfortable, easy, quiet life of Farrah. She envied her but she could do nothing about it. If she ever got famous… Farrah could afford to have those kind of dreams, she could dream of a better life than the one she already had, Summer was going to be stuck forever in the same place, always with the same money… “I’m the jeans and t-shirt kind of girl, don’t ask me for something more glamorous than that.” She laughed, truth was she always wanted to wear that kind of clothes but years of having nothing else to wear turned her into that kind of girl. She was ending up having more self-pity than she wanted to, she had to be able to see how lucky she was to be alive, she could have died at any given moment living with her mother, she could have ended up even worse than she was now, so no, this wasn’t the moment for self-pity. “You will get there, you know. With that talent of yours.” Summer had to laugh, Farrah really looked impressed about the time she spent learning to use the machine, it wasn’t really difficult, it took time to learn of course but it wasn’t something to get so impressed about. “Oh come on is just a simple job, you don’t even have to think that much! It’s really simple.” Since Summer couldn’t have a serious relationship and since she dislike the things her sister did like partying and sleeping around, she avoided those things, but she was human and she liked boys, and watching cute boys was pleasurable for her, so yes, Summer wanted to do things other teenagers did. “We need to have fun from time to time Farrah, a break from school work and a break from work is not a bad thing.” Both of them were workaholic, Summer winked at Farrah and laughed a bit. these dry bones cry for you

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If Farrah knew about Summer's life, she would totally understand the different opinion. Even if she didn't know, she'd still be fine with it. Everyone worked differently, right? Thankfully, the brunette had already planned out her future. After all, it had to match up with her hopes and dreams. Those were how she planned everything out. It was a simple plan, however. Graduate with high honors, get a contract with a good company, and record the tunes she came up with. Farrah glanced at the notebook next to her, full of all types of lyrics. They weren't the best, but she was sure she'd improve a lot over the next three years of learning. Either way, no matter what, her family would be proud. They were all so close, it was very nice. Surrounded by support and love, Farrah knew how hard it was for some kids, who never got any attention. She knew she was lucky, she wasn't the type to show off and brag to anyone. That was just a terrible thing, she didn't understand why some people did that. It didn't seem like a good idea to her. Farrah was pulled out of her mind by Summer's laugher. She was such a nice girl, so full of happiness. At least, she was when Farrah saw her, "I'll try! But if I die, it's your fault!" she laughed heartily, enjoying her present company quite a lot.

It made Farrah happy to be around someone who managed to be as carefree as she was, sometimes even more. People like Summer were the ones the brunette liked the most. Then she didn't have to be dragged down by terribly boring thoughts of school work and the likes. Sure, she was generally always upbeat, but there were times when she could be the complete opposite. Thankfully when she was alone she didn't have to worry, as she was always lured into a dream or fantasy of something. Lately they had focused on her being a star, making her family proud. But there had been others, at other times. She loved sitting around and laughing with Summer, it was always good for both of them to get away from their work. Farrah knew, no matter what happened to either of them, they would do their best to stay in contact. She knew she would, she didn't want to lose such an amazing friend. "I wish I could be, that'd be a nice break." whenever the brunette was alone it was jeans and shirts, nothing more. But the moment she stepped outside she had to look her best. In all honesty, it sucked. She laughed, jealous of Summer's ability to wear what she wanted. Some day they would have to shop together...

Normally Farrah's mind didn't wander so much, but she didn't mind. Around certain people, she didn't have to care. It was easy being with Summer, she didn't have to be someone she wasn't. Definitely a very good change from school, where, half the time, you had to be perfect. "Thanks, Summer. I'm glad you think so." she smiled honestly and blushed lightly. It wasn't often she was complimented, "I know you'll do well in life too. You deserve it, working so hard at the cafe all the time." she smiled again, she really believed it. Summer was such a nice girl, she really did deserve something very good. And Farrah knew it would happen, one day. She jokingly glared as Summer laughed, "Well I know I'd certainly fail at using it. You only say that since you're use to it!" she laughed. Never could Farrah hope to do something so complicated looking. Unless, of course, she spent hours staring and learning how to use it. To a point, Farrah was looking for a relationship. It'd be nice to have someone always there for you, she thought. Teenage boy watching was always enjoyable, no matter what. And Farrah wasn't biased, she'd be looking at the girls just as often. She didn't care about the gender difference, it was fine by her either way. "Agreed. Just gotta find the free time, you know?" she just needed to get everything done, and then she'd be free. So what if she enjoyed working? It was her feel better about herself, not always being lazy. She winked back and laughed with Summer, a breeze rolling through again.

Tagg; Summer!
Words; 753
Notes; Happy New Year!

[summer andrea king]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 340px; background-image:url(http://i56.tinypic.com/20gfl1v.jpg); padding: 30px; border: #2D2729 solid 30px; ] these dry bones cry out WORDS 661 OUTFIT CLICK TAGGED FARRAH NOTES NONE Families were supposed to be nice, a source of support, the place you run to when you have problems, when you need love… Summer never knew those things. Her father was never there that she could remember he didn’t exist for her and her mother had only brought more problems that they could handle. Poor Anna had always been there for her, taking care of her even when she could barely take care of herself. Maybe Summer never knew what family love was but she surely knew what sisterly loves was because if there was someone she could trust that was her sister. She knew Anna was proud of her for making it this far, not that having a job as a bartender was something great and big but at least she had finished high school and was working, they had an income they could rely on and they were at least living. Summer loved to be positive because why complaining about things you can’t change? And if you can change them, why complaining then too? So she compensated the bad things in her life with a laugh and a smile and trying to be a normal teenager. That way she made great friends and enjoyed life way better, why being sad and depressed when you could grab life and enjoy every minute of it? That’s what she learnt living the kind of life she did. “If you die, what kind of flowers do you want me to bring?” She said laughing and winking at Farrah. These moments she spent with her friends, like Farrah, she felt like a real teenager. She didn’t have to worry about the problems she had back home, she could just sit there and laugh, sometimes she envied Farrah but honestly her friend also had to struggle in life, sure a different way but still. Summer believed you had to laugh and enjoy every minute of your life because that was better than nothing. “Oh it is nice, but once you wear the same thing over and over again it gets kind of boring.” Summer liked to wear comfortable clothing maybe because she could never afford anything else, it would be great to wear something stylish and look prettier but that was the life she had to live. She would love to wear something else, when she was a kid she wanted also to dress like the rest of her classmates but no, she couldn’t. “If you die, what kind of flowers do you want me to bring?” Summer shook her head at Farrah’s comment because her destiny was pretty much marked by struggling. She would do… well she would just survive in life because she will never have those things, dreams and hopes the rest of the people had. Summer was pretty realistic, she didn’t waste her time dreaming when she had other things to care about, other things to worry and take care of. “That’s what I’m going to be doing all my life, working there.” She smiled softly at her and shrugged. Summer knew perfectly well her destiny, she knew it and she had it assumed and it was stupid to fight against it or think otherwise because it wasn’t going to come true anyway. She smiled and shook her head; Farrah was giving her more credit than was really due to her. “That’s because you never tried! I’m positive you can do it too!” Summer enjoyed her work, it was simple, it was nice and her boss was great but everyone needed a break from time to time right? Hers usually revolved around staring cute boys because she couldn’t have a serious relationship but staring wasn’t a bad thing. Well she could but… it would be unfair to drag a boy into her life, she had enough to also worry about someone else. “Oh yes… free time, but I’m not the one with time problems.” She laughed and smiled, shaking her head. these dry bones cry for you

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