``win whenever we WANT to [juliet]

[`lucy marie day]

i want someone, provocative and talkative,
but it's so hard when you're shallow as a shower.

Morning. Oh, how she hated them so much. Lucy was never able to get out of bed in the morning. All her friends would agree that it was her weakest point out of everything in the world that there ever was. She sighed, looking at herself in the mirror. She looked pretty terrible. Her blonde hair was a mess and too straight and flat. Her eyes looked like they definitely were going to need some help this morning. She had stayed up late to finish homework and finish her photography homework. Lucy's eyes were slightly heavy and she groaned as she grabbed her comb, pulling it through her hair. She winced slightly as her comb became tangled in a mess of knotted hair. Please, please, please let me look good today. If there was one thing she didn't like at school, it was not looking good or getting good grades. Lucy sighed and finished combing her hair. It was one thing less to do now. All she had to do now was style it, put on make-up, and change.

She plugged her curling iron into the electricity outlet and walked over to her closet, looking for an outfit to wear. She was classified as a preppy, scene girl sometimes. She wore a lot of band tees and skinny jeans, but she mixed it up too and wore pretty up-to-date clothes. She shrugged and pulled out a pair of blue skinny jeans with a hole in the knee. She looked around for a white shirt that fell off the shoulder and had a black popart photo of marilyn monroe's face. She grinned and grabbed a pink scarf off the shelf and tied it around her neck. Lucy searched for her favorite pair of black flats with cute bows on the top. Upon finding them, she rammed her feet into them quickly before running back to her curling iron. She was careful as she picked up the hot iron, curling her blonde hair so that it fell perfectly around her face.

Ah, typical perfectionist she was. Lucy finished up and turned off the machine, almost dropping it with a clang. She rummaged through her makeup bag before she came across the mascara. She quickly brushed it onto her eyelashes without even blinking. There wasn't much to be done now. She turned around and looked at herself before flicking off the light and going to her bed where her purse sat awaiting her. She dropped her iPhone into the bag and her makeup bag. There was nothing left now except to make sure her keys and wallet were in the bag. Once they were, she grabbed her binder off the desk and headed out of the room with her iPod in her ears. She walked as if she owned the place, going down the stairs and towards the courtyard to school.

Living at school was a bit weird for her, seeing as she lived with her family her whole life. Coming to America and then suddenly being situated into dorm-life was rather odd for Lucy. She would've preferred to stay in her family's mansion without having to worry about the school or anyone here, for that matter. She looked around the courtyard and people called her name or waved. She could only smile and wave back, not really knowing whether it was awkward or not. She shrugged and sat at her usual stone table, flipping through music. She took out her phone and flipped through text messages, looking for any from her boyfriend. Seeing none, her spirits were dampened slightly. She missed him. She craved company right about now. Usually, she had people left and right wanting to sit and she never objected, but today was a bit early.

[juliet katherine weston.]

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BEEP. BEEP. BEEP. Oh God, she should've put her iPod into its iHome the night before - when she didn't, the alarm made an obnoxious beeping noise. Julie sighed and rolled over, eyes still closed, and slapped her hand onto the snooze button. She groaned and forced her eyes to open. But before she could get a clear view of the wall in front of her, she was sinking back into the pleasant unconsciousness that was sleep. Julie sighed and curled into a ball, assuming her usual sleeping position.

BEEP. BEEP. BEEP. She was snapped out of a quite pleasant dream by the obnoxious sound. Julie opened her eyes this time and gasped at the numbers the digital clock in front of her displayed. Her roommate was gone. Shit! She let the alarm ring - her roommate was an extremely deep sleeper - and sat up quickly. The movement made her head swim, and she put a hand to her forehead for a moment before scrambling up and practically running to the closet. She grabbed a pair of snug-fitting dark wash jeans and a red sweatshirt - the words Wootton High School Patriots sweatshirt were emblazoned on the front in white and blue. She'd gone there as a freshman and no one cared here, school rivalry didn't exist at Darmon. Julie turned around and spotted a black t-shirt slung over her desk chair; with a relieved sigh she slipped out of her nightgown (yes, she still wore those) and forced her arms and head into the t-shirt's holes. She did the same with the sweatshirt, pulled her jeans on, and grabbed a pair of ankle socks, getting them on in a second.

Julie sprinted into the small bathroom and scrambled for her toothbrush, swiping toothpaste over it and scrubbing her teeth quickly. Once she was done, she spat, rinsed, and grabbed a hairbrush before glaring at her reflection in the mirror. Stupid, stupid, stupid hair got so tangled every night. It looked like a haystack. She quickly yanked the brush through her mahogany-colored knotted locks, ignoring the worst part at the nape of her neck. Pulling her hair into a ponytail, Julie grabbed her simple navy blue backpack and her iPod, jamming the earphones into her ears. Before leaving the room, she made sure everything she needed was in her backpack, then she practically tumbled down the stairs. Being a klutz did take its toll on her sometimes.

Rushing into the courtyard, Julie sighed. Good. On time. Great, I would've had time to brush my hair correctly and maybe even fixed myself up so I'd look freaking decent. She jammed her hands into her pocket and circled the courtyard. No sign of her boyfriend anywhere. She wanted to see him right now; she could never stay away from him. She was completely and totally in love. Julie tapped her foot, wishing he'd come so she wouldn't have to be alone.

A couple minutes later, he hadn't arrived yet, and Julie sighed again before spotting a stone table nearby. There was only one girl sitting there - she looked familiar. In the same department as Julie, but a couple years younger. Julie had heard that she was British or something, but she'd never spoken to the girl. She put a smile on her face and hoped she didn't look too horrible before walking over to the girl.

Hey...can I sit here? She gestured at the other tables, which were all full.

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[`lucy marie day]

Her bone structure screams
"Touch her! Touch her!"
And she's got the curse of curves
So with the combination of my gift with one liners
And my way
My way with words

Lucy was silent as she flipped throug her phone yet again, wishing that magically he would text her. Then again, Lucy seemed to keep forgetting that her man was the last person to be up early. She grinned and texted her friend Marina in New York. The blonde's fingers were swift as they flew over the keys on her phone. It wasn't hard for her to text, seeing as she did it almost every few minutes of her life. She was so used to that phone vibrating every few moments that it seemed natural for her to have her phone with her at all times. She hummed quietly along to the Motion City Soundtrack song playing on her iPod at the moment. It seemed that she could block out anything with her music, but just incase her boyfriend came, she took out one earbud.

The phone vibrated again and she reached for it quickly, flipping it open to see who it was. She grinned and texted her friend back before putting it back in her pocket. She surveyed the courtyard. Girls and guys alike were gathered here and there, chatting with one another. She smiled softly as two people looked up and waved. Lucy liked being an elite, younger student, but also, she liked being the nice one. She wasn't much of a bitch and had few enemies, but she still had them. She couldn't deny people their right of disliking her, but sometimes she really did wonder why they hated her. She was nice to almost everyone, except maybe her father sometimes. She got sick of him because of moving the family to America. She missed England way too much to live here forever.

She shrugged and continued texting. However, Lucy felt as though she was being watched. Well, of course she was watched. She was Lusianna Marie Day, probably one of the most popular, younger students here at Darmon Academy. However, it was an uneasy feeling of nervousness, perhaps? She looked up to see a dark-haired girl staring down at her. She looked a bit older than Lucy was. The smile on the girl's face was rather friendly and Lucy was one to be nice, as everyone knew. She couldn't turn away this girl. She recognized her as an older photography student. Lucy returned the smile, her eyes glimmering as she looked the girl up and down. She liked how relaxed and cool the girl seemed to be.

"Yeah, sure. Go ahead." Her thick accent made it hard for some to understand her, but not all. She was still audible and most people loved her despite her accent. Lucy's smile was warm as she waited for the girl to sit down. Well, she didn't want to be lonely. Might as well make some more, new friends this year, right? "I'm Lucy, by the way. Lucy Day." She absolutely hated that her name kind-of rhymed. It was kind of annoying and funny at the same time. However, her whole name sounded a lot better, but it was longer. Lusianna was a pretty name, in Lucy's ears/eyes anyways. She didn't care what others thought of her name. It was cute to her and others could just build a bridge and get over it.

[juliet katherine weston.]

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Julie examined the girl. She looked pretty nice and laid-back, and maybe a couple years younger. Julie didn't care about the rest of the student population - only her close friends and her boyfriend, of course - and so didn't know who was the 'queen bee' or whatever. And she wasn't interested in finding out. Julie smiled as the girl replied in a thick British accent. Julie had always been interested in British accents - they were so sophisticated, so smooth. She couldn't pull one off, but watching British movies was fun. Now she knew a British girl - and many people couldn't understand accents as thick as Lucy (the girl had just mentioned her name), but Juliet could. So she smiled and sat down across from the younger student, dropping her bag on the stone bench next to her.

Lucy was a nice name - Julie hated her own name. It was so old-fashioned, so ... ugh. That was why she went by Julie. It was a more common name. A better name. But Lucy was pretty; Julie wondered if that was the girl's full name or if it was short for something. She glanced at the cell phone in Lucy's hands. The blonde looked like she was waiting for something - maybe someone was supposed to text her. Good. They could wait together. Where was he? Julie tapped her fingers and glanced around. Still nowhere in sight.

Thinking that while she waited, maybe she'd better strike up a conversation, Julie grinned at the younger girl. So...how long have you been in Maryland? she asked softly.

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sorry it's so horrible... >.< school sucked up my muse.

[`lucy marie day]

bounce bounce baby,
come back to me.

Normally, Lucy knew that the two queen bees never dared to strike up conversation with anyone else besides their clique of friends. However, Lucy was the sweetest of the Elite girls and happened to be friends with anyone and everyone. This girl seemed rather nice and Lucy liked her, even though she just met her. Lucy was always keen on meeting new people. She liked hearing their stories, and somehow, they seemed to like hers. She only had stories from the UK, nothing really from America yet. She hadn't lived here long enough for that. This was her second year at Darmon and she never went anywhere in the states besides Darmon Academy and back to either her home in Los Angeles or her home in New York City. She hated living in two different houses, but then her England home was always her favorite.

Lucy glanced at her cell phone, begging her boyfriend to text her. He obviously was still asleep. She decided to text him a cute morning message for whenever he woke up. Good Morning babe [: She hoped he got it soon. It was getting kinda late and if he wasn't up yet, he was going to be late for school again. She chuckled under her breath and eyed the girl as she sat down, closer to her so she could actually see her now. She had dark, brown hair that was sleek. Her outfit was a bit....relaxed. She loved it. She smiled at the girl, wondering what her name was. She didn't seem to answer Lucy even though she introduced herself, but it was ok. Lucy didn't realy care because around this school, no one was invisible, no matter how weird you were. She shrugged it off and noticed the girl looking a bit impatient.

Suddenly, the other girl began to speak to Lucy and she looked up at her, studying her face features. "Oh, um. I only come to Maryland for school. I don't go outside the school really. Haha, but I've been at Darmon for two years. I go back home after school ends to New York or LA, or England. It all depends on where we are living according to my dad," she replied with an honest smile. She was surprised this girl could understand her thick accent. It was quite embarrassing somtimes, especially when guys talked to her. However, her boyfriend had thought it was cute and the two fell in love. She felt bad, though, that he wasn't in her clique and was nothing like her, appearance wise. He wasn't a Hollister model or the son of a famous fashion designer.

No, he was her loveable, compassionate boyfriend that studied a lot, was a "scene" kid arond the school, and had cute piercings. Lucy looked at the picture of him and her on her iphone and smiled to herself. He always stuck his tongue out, but she loved it. He was so random and cute. "How about you? How long have you been here?" she returned the question.