Post by 123456 on Oct 19, 2006 20:31:49 GMT -5
I'm ba-ack 
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"Happy birthday, babe." I felt his breath on my hair, his mouth right up close to my ear. Eyes still closed, I smiled and sunk back into my pillow.
"10 more minutes," I protested, knowing he was trying to get me up so we could go get an early birthday breakfast. Apparently it had been a tradition when he was growing up. It was a sweet gesture, but on Saturdays I really did love my sleep. It was my only day off.
He sighed. "Fine. But only because you're 21-years-old today." Ugh. How did I get so old so fast? Before long, I was dozing again, my face nuzzled into the crook of his neck.
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I woke up an hour later and laughed softly when I looked down at Ben, who was in a deep sleep. So much for that early breakfast. Sliding out of bed, I decided to get ready while he slept, seeing as if he was awake he'd probably just complain about how slow I was. He was better off asleep for this.
Ben sauntered into the bathroom half an hour later while I was blowdrying my hair. He caught my eye in the mirror and made a pouty face, mouthing, "You suck." I turned off the blowdryer and turned to him, pecking him on the cheek.
"We're still going, aren't we?"
"I guess..but now we're late. Our reservation is blown."
"We'll just go somewhere else," I said, walking past him and into the walk in closet. "Moss is too trendy anyway, I'm not too keen on running into my clients."
I was referring to the "It" spot for the current overprivileged starlets, their oil heir boyfriends, and the paparrazzi that stalked them. I was also referring to my job, which was part time personal stylist, part time designer. The designing was mostly helping out my friend Kate with her company Flor. It was one of those perpetually trendy ones that those same celebrities loved. Somehow I had gotten roped into running the clothes to fittings and shows, photo shoots and parties, sometimes even to doorsteps. I also occassionally put in my own sketches and we tried them out. It provided me with endless entertainment, seeing how these people lived their lives. On the days when I wasn't working with Kate, I hit up the areas "thrift" stores. Thrift in this city was just another word for 10-year-old designer. But apparently I had quite the eye for this kind of thing, and several celebs had hired me to do their shopping for them. I couldn't complain, though, I was one of the lucky ones. My jobs allowed me into all of the hottest parties, premieres, all that kind of thing. Not that I necessarily liked it. But, like I said, I couldn't complain.
"Fine, we'll go to the local McDonald's," Ben said, sticking out his tongue. I stuck mine out at him, then tugged my new Paul and Joe embroidered peasant dress over my body. He nodded. "That dress looks nice on you."
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"So. What do you say now?" Ben asked, peering over the top of his glass. Somehow we had drifted into some little cafe on Balboa and were now eating fruit salads and drinking white wine. Go figure.
I picked up a strawberry by its stem and twirled it absent mindedly before biting off the tip. "Ben, you can't rush this sort of thing. We're still very young. And besides, we've only been dating for 8 months. That's like, nothing. My parents dated for 4 years."
He gave me a pained look. Ben had proposed a month ago, and not once, out of the million times he had asked, had I given in, so I had no idea why he was still going on. I wanted to date for at least 2 years before I even thought about marriage. Just because I lived in Los Angeles didn't mean I was going to act like most of the people there. He was now looking down into his glass pouting, so I picked up a nearby newspaper and flipped through it to the concert section. I liked to know what I would be forced to go to with Kate, so I always checked this. Scanning down the list, I saw the usual rap and pop acts, the grumbly throated rock musicians, and some wannabe indie. Bo-ring.
"You will marry me one day, Jade Elle Levitt," Ben grumbled. I laughed and leaned over, giving him a kiss on the tip of his nose.
"Maybe I will one day, Benjamin Andrew Neil. Maybe."
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"Happy birthday, babe." I felt his breath on my hair, his mouth right up close to my ear. Eyes still closed, I smiled and sunk back into my pillow.
"10 more minutes," I protested, knowing he was trying to get me up so we could go get an early birthday breakfast. Apparently it had been a tradition when he was growing up. It was a sweet gesture, but on Saturdays I really did love my sleep. It was my only day off.
He sighed. "Fine. But only because you're 21-years-old today." Ugh. How did I get so old so fast? Before long, I was dozing again, my face nuzzled into the crook of his neck.
----
I woke up an hour later and laughed softly when I looked down at Ben, who was in a deep sleep. So much for that early breakfast. Sliding out of bed, I decided to get ready while he slept, seeing as if he was awake he'd probably just complain about how slow I was. He was better off asleep for this.
Ben sauntered into the bathroom half an hour later while I was blowdrying my hair. He caught my eye in the mirror and made a pouty face, mouthing, "You suck." I turned off the blowdryer and turned to him, pecking him on the cheek.
"We're still going, aren't we?"
"I guess..but now we're late. Our reservation is blown."
"We'll just go somewhere else," I said, walking past him and into the walk in closet. "Moss is too trendy anyway, I'm not too keen on running into my clients."
I was referring to the "It" spot for the current overprivileged starlets, their oil heir boyfriends, and the paparrazzi that stalked them. I was also referring to my job, which was part time personal stylist, part time designer. The designing was mostly helping out my friend Kate with her company Flor. It was one of those perpetually trendy ones that those same celebrities loved. Somehow I had gotten roped into running the clothes to fittings and shows, photo shoots and parties, sometimes even to doorsteps. I also occassionally put in my own sketches and we tried them out. It provided me with endless entertainment, seeing how these people lived their lives. On the days when I wasn't working with Kate, I hit up the areas "thrift" stores. Thrift in this city was just another word for 10-year-old designer. But apparently I had quite the eye for this kind of thing, and several celebs had hired me to do their shopping for them. I couldn't complain, though, I was one of the lucky ones. My jobs allowed me into all of the hottest parties, premieres, all that kind of thing. Not that I necessarily liked it. But, like I said, I couldn't complain.
"Fine, we'll go to the local McDonald's," Ben said, sticking out his tongue. I stuck mine out at him, then tugged my new Paul and Joe embroidered peasant dress over my body. He nodded. "That dress looks nice on you."
----
"So. What do you say now?" Ben asked, peering over the top of his glass. Somehow we had drifted into some little cafe on Balboa and were now eating fruit salads and drinking white wine. Go figure.
I picked up a strawberry by its stem and twirled it absent mindedly before biting off the tip. "Ben, you can't rush this sort of thing. We're still very young. And besides, we've only been dating for 8 months. That's like, nothing. My parents dated for 4 years."
He gave me a pained look. Ben had proposed a month ago, and not once, out of the million times he had asked, had I given in, so I had no idea why he was still going on. I wanted to date for at least 2 years before I even thought about marriage. Just because I lived in Los Angeles didn't mean I was going to act like most of the people there. He was now looking down into his glass pouting, so I picked up a nearby newspaper and flipped through it to the concert section. I liked to know what I would be forced to go to with Kate, so I always checked this. Scanning down the list, I saw the usual rap and pop acts, the grumbly throated rock musicians, and some wannabe indie. Bo-ring.
"You will marry me one day, Jade Elle Levitt," Ben grumbled. I laughed and leaned over, giving him a kiss on the tip of his nose.
"Maybe I will one day, Benjamin Andrew Neil. Maybe."
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