a drink in the sun ♥;{OPEN

[daisy valentine,♥}]

{♥ beauty queen of only eighteen she, had some troubles with herself.♥}

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With her over-sized shades and long brunette locks carefully deisgned to cascade in ringlets down her smooth back. Wearing a pair of black hotpants, and a purple bikini top, Dasiy Vanlentine wandered through the open glass doorway of the Fall Cafe, a large smile placed firmly upon her beautiful face. It was the weekend, relaxation and sunshine, perfect. Daisy's fingers fiddled with the belly bar that decorated her flat stomache as her eyes searched the menu and she pondered what to drink. Finally deciding she wanted a plain coffee, Miss. Valentine ordered and strolled elegantly outside with her coffee in hand.

Daisy was one of the most popular girls in the school, and she knew it. But unlike her friends, she had brains. Granted she wasn't intelligent enough to be a brain surgen, but she could go places. She didn't want to be a model, or an actress, like most typical popular girls did in highschool, she wanted to do something with her life. Most people saw Daisy as a pretty, dipsy highschool girl, which in many ways she was, but Daisy had worked for her popularity. Growing up the young girl had been bullied because she was slightly overweight, and had had a hard childhood, her parents never believed in her, the way they did her elder sister. So part of her popularity was to spite her parents.

Sighing she sat at an empty table, pulling her mobile phone from her handbag and reading the message she had just received. Hey daisy, we still on for tomorrow? Danx Dan was a boy who lived near her parents, and whom her parents had felt it necessary to tell that she was single, and now, they were apparently going on a date. Sliding her phone shut she growled quietly to herself. Despite being gorgeous, slim, and a genuinely nice person; Daisy had never had much luck when it came to guys. Sure she'd had boyfriends, but they all seemed to want one thing from her, and even though often she came across as a bit of a slut, she wasn't. And she wouldn't be treated like a piece of dirt either.

Taking a sip from her steaming hot coffee she let her eyes roam the cafe for anyone she might know...

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Dylan Molinsky

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”Lately, I’ve let myself go
I've been screening the calls
From my friends to my foes
Although I’ve been weak
Far for so very long “[/center]

Dylan was possibly the only originally nice ‘King Bee’ type guy there had ever been at Silkwood High School. He cared, a little too much sometimes, but cared nonetheless. The one major flaw Dylan had was his caring. He cared about everyone; the nerds, the punks, the emos, hell he even cared about some of the teachers! That was typical Dylan. Friends with everyone, cheerful and happy guy next door Dylan Lucas Molinsky. He’d always try his hardest to regain friendship once he’d lost it, although, once your friends with Dylan you don’t really ever just stop. It’s hard, he’s like a drugm, your addiction. Maybe it’s his unhealthy optimism. Maybe it’s his cheerful banter, whatever it is, you love it and so does everyone else. A rare few excluded.

Walking through the entrance to the fall café Dylan yawned. Pssh. Power nap, scmower nap, it didn’t do him any good except make him more tired than he’d already been. But then Dylan was always tired after basketball practise, it was practically lethal if you’d never done it before. The coach certainly worked you hard. Rolling up the sleeves to his crinkled white shirt he yawned again, pulling at the top button to the shirt that was only button to half way. As he arrived at the cashier he smiled sleepily and ordered an espresso, tapping his fingers again his thigh as he waited. His head was like butterflies. Yawning again he covered his mouth as she payed the money, taking his espresso and taking a tiny sip. Suddenly the hot liquid slid down hi icy throat and warmed it like a soft flame, his eyes instantly becoming more awake and his mind more alive.

Smiling he turned on his heel, pushing his wallet back into the pocket of his jeans that hung low on his hips. With his eyes now more wide he scanned the fall café, searching for someone he knew and searching for some company. It was just the right kind of day for company too, quite warm. The dark hair of a girl caught his eye and on closer inspection he discovered her identity. Daisy Valentine. Smirking he walked towards her, his espresso in his hand as he stood behind the chair opposite her. ”Mind if I keep you company? Unless you like being alone?” he smiled warmly at the girl, his big blues lit up happily.

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