~*^*~Alex~*^*~
Well my vow of Drinking didn't last very long. Max came in with a shot of JD's and practially forces it down my throught. Okay now "no more drinking"
"Great idea," I take it I spoke out loud because Max agrees. "You go get cleaned up. I'll have some coffee waiting for you downstairs" I drag myself into the shower strip and get in. The warmth of the water startles me a bit but it's nice. I'm slowly waking up more but my head's still ponding. I then get out and change into a black tee-shirt and black pants hopefully that would make people see what mood I'm in today.
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I can’t believe that I was swimming for such a long time. I am not in complaining in the least. I did enjoy the time to myself. The water was wonderful, and if it is possible, I think that the swim actually did me some good. The only problem is that I was out here for too long. I am not late . . . Not yet at least. I am going to be later than I would wish.
I rushed into the house once I was dry enough not to drip water all over the house. I passed Isabel on my way up, and she was looking stunning, as usual. Everyone else seemed to either be in their room or possibly in the kitchen because I did not see anyone else.
I jumped into the shower, luxuriating in the feel of the warm water cascading around me and she comforting smell of my shampoo wafted through the bathroom. I wrapped myself in a fluffy towel and then proceeded to dry off, wrapping my hair up in a clip once I squeezed as much excess water as I could.
Not knowing what the particular form of dress was, I decided on why Dad would call, “dress-casual.” I donned a knee-length charcoal skirt, with a small slit in back for movement’s sake, with a white camisole, paired with a lavender button up shirt.
I made a quick decision on shoes before walking out of the room and seeking out the rest of my housemates. I wonder where the rest of them were.
As I entered the parlor of the house, I was greeted by Kyle. He was looking over the piano, intently looking at the keys.
“Good morning, Kyle,” I say, alerting him to my presence.
“Hey,” he says twirling to face me. “Morning, Liz.” A smile on his face. “Something for you,” he says, nodding his head over to the piano on his left.
“The piano is not mine, Kyle.” Is he all right this morning?
“Not the piano!” He exclaims. Turning back around to face the piano, his hands scoop up something from the surface before turning back to me. “This.”
I walk over to him, the heels of my shoes lightly clicking over the hard surface of the hall and coming to a stop as I step onto the carpet. The heels of my shoes once again click against the hardwood of the floor by the piano, the sound echoing through the room. “Really? How is it for me?”
“It has your name written as plain as day in capital letters, Liz. I don’t have to be a rocket scientist to know that it is for you.”
I accept the rose and paper he handed to me. I study it, and suddenly I am taken aback by what it represents. A single light pink rose, still waiting to become a full bloom. Not only that, but it is a tea rose as well. Who could it possibly be from?
My gaze falls to the note still held in my hand. The inscription is simple but confusing nonetheless.
LIZ
--ME
Who could “me” possibly be?
“So, Liz,” Kyle asks and my head jerks up to meet his gaze. “Who’s ‘me’?”
“Would you believe, I haven’t the faintest idea?” I tell him truthfully.
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I can’t believe that I was swimming for such a long time. I am not in complaining in the least. I did enjoy the time to myself. The water was wonderful, and if it is possible, I think that the swim actually did me some good. The only problem is that I was out here for too long. I am not late . . . Not yet at least. I am going to be later than I would wish.
I rushed into the house once I was dry enough not to drip water all over the house. I passed Isabel on my way up, and she was looking stunning, as usual. Everyone else seemed to either be in their room or possibly in the kitchen because I did not see anyone else.
I jumped into the shower, luxuriating in the feel of the warm water cascading around me and she comforting smell of my shampoo wafted through the bathroom. I wrapped myself in a fluffy towel and then proceeded to dry off, wrapping my hair up in a clip once I squeezed as much excess water as I could.
Not knowing what the particular form of dress was, I decided on why Dad would call, “dress-casual.” I donned a knee-length charcoal skirt, with a small slit in back for movement’s sake, with a white camisole, paired with a lavender button up shirt.
I made a quick decision on shoes before walking out of the room and seeking out the rest of my housemates. I wonder where the rest of them were.
As I entered the parlor of the house, I was greeted by Kyle. He was looking over the piano, intently looking at the keys.
“Good morning, Kyle,” I say, alerting him to my presence.
“Hey,” he says twirling to face me. “Morning, Liz.” A smile on his face. “Something for you,” he says, nodding his head over to the piano on his left.
“The piano is not mine, Kyle.” Is he all right this morning?
“Not the piano!” He exclaims. Turning back around to face the piano, his hands scoop up something from the surface before turning back to me. “This.”
I walk over to him, the heels of my shoes lightly clicking over the hard surface of the hall and coming to a stop as I step onto the carpet. The heels of my shoes once again click against the hardwood of the floor by the piano, the sound echoing through the room. “Really? How is it for me?”
“It has your name written as plain as day in capital letters, Liz. I don’t have to be a rocket scientist to know that it is for you.”
I accept the rose and paper he handed to me. I study it, and suddenly I am taken aback by what it represents. A single light pink rose, still waiting to become a full bloom. Not only that, but it is a tea rose as well. Who could it possibly be from?
My gaze falls to the note still held in my hand. The inscription is simple but confusing nonetheless.
LIZ
--ME
Who could “me” possibly be?
“So, Liz,” Kyle asks and my head jerks up to meet his gaze. “Who’s ‘me’?”
“Would you believe, I haven’t the faintest idea?” I tell him truthfully.
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</center>Isabel
Max walks into the kitchen and goes straight for the coffee pot.
“Good morning Max!” I say with a 100-watt smile
Max looks a bit taken back but quickly recovers “Morning Isabel, you ready for the first day of work?”
I laugh. Work? He has got to be kidding.
“What’s so funny?”
“Work? I mean you’re joking right?” I say because he has to be joking right
Max frowns “No, you know we all going to be working at the Radio station”
“Oh my god” I feel my smile fade he wasn’t joking. I start to hyperventilate, I was so happy and now I am…Oh my God
“Are you ok?” Max asks
I nod, trying to calm myself “I can’t work, I’m Isabel Anderson.”
Max looks blankly at me
“Of Anderson and Partners! One of the biggest Real Estate business ever, a multimillion dollar company. I don’t work; I have no experience in any work field. I can’t even type for Christ sake and I have plans already made! Plans that don’t include working in some nine to five job when I have a date. A date with a guy, a normal good looking guy that wants to get to know me!”
This is wrong, my whole day started off so well and now it’s crashing and burning.
There’s no way I can work, I don’t even have clothes that would be suitable for working.
And then there’s Jake I can’t cancel on my date, not even if I wanted to, I didn’t get a number, hell I didn’t even get a last number but that’s not the point. I’m not going to miss a date with Jake. I can’t. It would be wrong!
Maybe I could fake illness, they can’t make me work.
I look at Max with pleading eyes “Max, you have got to help me!”
Max walks into the kitchen and goes straight for the coffee pot.
“Good morning Max!” I say with a 100-watt smile
Max looks a bit taken back but quickly recovers “Morning Isabel, you ready for the first day of work?”
I laugh. Work? He has got to be kidding.
“What’s so funny?”
“Work? I mean you’re joking right?” I say because he has to be joking right
Max frowns “No, you know we all going to be working at the Radio station”
“Oh my god” I feel my smile fade he wasn’t joking. I start to hyperventilate, I was so happy and now I am…Oh my God
“Are you ok?” Max asks
I nod, trying to calm myself “I can’t work, I’m Isabel Anderson.”
Max looks blankly at me
“Of Anderson and Partners! One of the biggest Real Estate business ever, a multimillion dollar company. I don’t work; I have no experience in any work field. I can’t even type for Christ sake and I have plans already made! Plans that don’t include working in some nine to five job when I have a date. A date with a guy, a normal good looking guy that wants to get to know me!”
This is wrong, my whole day started off so well and now it’s crashing and burning.
There’s no way I can work, I don’t even have clothes that would be suitable for working.
And then there’s Jake I can’t cancel on my date, not even if I wanted to, I didn’t get a number, hell I didn’t even get a last number but that’s not the point. I’m not going to miss a date with Jake. I can’t. It would be wrong!
Maybe I could fake illness, they can’t make me work.
I look at Max with pleading eyes “Max, you have got to help me!”
~*^~Alex~*^*~
I come down just as I hear Isabelle say "Max you've got to help me" Okay she defently doesn't like me. Plus her voice is pounding into my head. "Okay This is it. I'm taking up a vow of no more drinking anyone care to join me?" I ask outloud ignoring Isabelle. She and Max oviously like each other anyway.
I come down just as I hear Isabelle say "Max you've got to help me" Okay she defently doesn't like me. Plus her voice is pounding into my head. "Okay This is it. I'm taking up a vow of no more drinking anyone care to join me?" I ask outloud ignoring Isabelle. She and Max oviously like each other anyway.
Isabel
"Okay This is it. I'm taking up a vow of no more drinking anyone care to join me?" Alex says as he walks into the room
"You know the only people who should be taken up vows are people who can't handle there drink," I say glaring at him "And you know since you were the only one acting like a fool last night, I am guess you should be the only one to take up some stupid waste of time vow which isn't even going to last so what is the point anyway?"
"Touche!" Alex mutters and I sigh, ok so maybe that was uncalled for but I am not saying sorry for it. I have got a big problem on my hands bigger then some hangover.
"I've got it. I'll have a sick day today and that means I can still go on my date with Jake. And if I get fired for not going in today that's great! If I don't then I am sure I can find away to get myself fired." I say speaking my plan out loud. Its great! Its perfect! Its going to work!
I smile, my day is looking for again!
"Okay This is it. I'm taking up a vow of no more drinking anyone care to join me?" Alex says as he walks into the room
"You know the only people who should be taken up vows are people who can't handle there drink," I say glaring at him "And you know since you were the only one acting like a fool last night, I am guess you should be the only one to take up some stupid waste of time vow which isn't even going to last so what is the point anyway?"
"Touche!" Alex mutters and I sigh, ok so maybe that was uncalled for but I am not saying sorry for it. I have got a big problem on my hands bigger then some hangover.
"I've got it. I'll have a sick day today and that means I can still go on my date with Jake. And if I get fired for not going in today that's great! If I don't then I am sure I can find away to get myself fired." I say speaking my plan out loud. Its great! Its perfect! Its going to work!
I smile, my day is looking for again!
Great posts, katie and ~ruby~!
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*MAX*
"I don't think that's gonna work, Isabel." I tell her. "First off, you're on camera. They'll know you're lying about being sick. Second off, the job was part of the whole experience that we've signed up for. If you quit that, you probably won't be able to stay on the show."
"But Jake!" she wails, and Alex winces.
I pour a cup of coffee and set it in front of Alex while I continue my conversation with Isabel. "Tell me about this date. When are you supposed to meet him? After work? Dinner?"
"No. For lunch!"
"Okay. I'm sure we'll all get a lunch break. You can meet him then. Everything will be fine."
"But there won't be enough time!"
I reach over and touch her hand. "He'll understand. I promise. He probably will have to get back to work, too."
"What about the work? What am I going to do?"
I shrug. "I don't know. We all filled out those talent and interest surveys. I'm sure they'll have found something appropriate for you."
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*MAX*
"I don't think that's gonna work, Isabel." I tell her. "First off, you're on camera. They'll know you're lying about being sick. Second off, the job was part of the whole experience that we've signed up for. If you quit that, you probably won't be able to stay on the show."
"But Jake!" she wails, and Alex winces.
I pour a cup of coffee and set it in front of Alex while I continue my conversation with Isabel. "Tell me about this date. When are you supposed to meet him? After work? Dinner?"
"No. For lunch!"
"Okay. I'm sure we'll all get a lunch break. You can meet him then. Everything will be fine."
"But there won't be enough time!"
I reach over and touch her hand. "He'll understand. I promise. He probably will have to get back to work, too."
"What about the work? What am I going to do?"
I shrug. "I don't know. We all filled out those talent and interest surveys. I'm sure they'll have found something appropriate for you."
Isabel
God damn it I forgot all about the stupid camera. So there goes my perfect plan and if I try and get fired then I get kicked out of the house! Normally that would't be should a bad thing but I am not going to fail, I am not going to let Daddy win this time.
Thank God for Max, I knew he was smart. I can go to work and still go on my date with Jake. Ok so my date is going to be cut short by a little but if what Max says is true about Jake having to get back to work as well then the date would of been short lived anyway but that's ok because if Ilike Jake then we can make plans for dinner dates ones that don't mess with my work plan.
That is so weird, who would of thought that Isabel Anderson would have work plans, well apart from the normal modelling jobs I do but they were more fun then work.
"What about the work? What am I going to do?" I ask
"I don't know. We all filled out those talent and interest surveys. I'm sure they'll have found something appropriate for you." Max says with a shrug.
"Then everything is going to be ok!" I say with a grin. Those people will find me a job that I can do and maybe enjoy. This could be fun! "You're the best Max!" I say leaning over and kissing his cheek.
Ok, I admit it, I was wrong about Max Evans, when I got past my lust for him, and then all my bitching because he didn't return my lust, Max is a great guy. You know I hope that me and Max become friends because Max is the type of friend you can never have too many off.
God damn it I forgot all about the stupid camera. So there goes my perfect plan and if I try and get fired then I get kicked out of the house! Normally that would't be should a bad thing but I am not going to fail, I am not going to let Daddy win this time.
Thank God for Max, I knew he was smart. I can go to work and still go on my date with Jake. Ok so my date is going to be cut short by a little but if what Max says is true about Jake having to get back to work as well then the date would of been short lived anyway but that's ok because if Ilike Jake then we can make plans for dinner dates ones that don't mess with my work plan.
That is so weird, who would of thought that Isabel Anderson would have work plans, well apart from the normal modelling jobs I do but they were more fun then work.
"What about the work? What am I going to do?" I ask
"I don't know. We all filled out those talent and interest surveys. I'm sure they'll have found something appropriate for you." Max says with a shrug.
"Then everything is going to be ok!" I say with a grin. Those people will find me a job that I can do and maybe enjoy. This could be fun! "You're the best Max!" I say leaning over and kissing his cheek.
Ok, I admit it, I was wrong about Max Evans, when I got past my lust for him, and then all my bitching because he didn't return my lust, Max is a great guy. You know I hope that me and Max become friends because Max is the type of friend you can never have too many off.
I hope it's clear that the beginning pf this takes place before Max's conversation with Isabel.
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MICHAEL*
When I get out of the shower, Kyle is gone and I head downstairs, scowling. I’m beginning to think this was all a mistake. It’s turning into a nightmare, truly. None of the girls here are interested in me. Maria and Liz are the only ones who have even talked to me, and Liz literally threw water on me. Maria is completely infatuated with Max, just like all the others. The only one who showed any interest was Candy, and I ruined her phone number when I jumped in the pool to save Maria. How pathetic would it be if I actually went back to that club every night until I saw her again? God, I can’t believe I’m even considering it!
I get to the kitchen and find Maria's sitting there with her head on the table. Someone's started up the coffee maker. It's a big one, which is good 'cause I think we're gonna need it.
I pour two cups and bring one to Maria. "How do you like your coffee?" Hell, I guess I can still be nice, even if I know she doesn’t want me. How nuts is that?
Maria just moans, so I leave the coffee plain. Black is probably best anyway. "Hey, have some," I tell her, helping her sit up a little. She blindly gropes for the cup, and I help her guide it to her lips.
After a few sips, she says, "Morning Michael."
I laugh, and she flinches. Too loud. "Sorry."
I wonder why I'm bothering. If Max walked in, she’d probably forget my name. I shake my head, and try to ignore the feeling, but it isn’t helping. A few minutes later, she has most of the cup in her. “Hey, Maria. You need to go up and get dressed. We’re supposed to be going to this radio station today.”
“I know,” she says, but she doesn’t move.
“C’mon. I’ll give you a hand.” I take her arm and help her to stand. Isabel floats in just as we’re leaving the kitchen. She’s so sunny and bright it makes my teeth ache. Maria seems to recoil, too. Isabel doesn’t even notice us.
We’re moving through the hallway, when Max appears. Sure enough, Maria tries to straighten up, flashing a grimace at him that was meant to be a smile.
Sure, just twist the knife, why don’t you?
“You okay?” Max asks.
I assume he’s talking to Maria, but I answer anyway. “I’m fine, Max.”
“Do you –“
“No! I don’t need any help.” Okay, so I snapped. So what? The guy’s really getting on my nerves. It’s so wrong for all the girls to be wanting him.
“Fine.” He says, holding up his hands in surrender. “I’ll see you later, then.” Max heads on into the kitchen.
“Look, I can do this myself,” Maria says, pulling away from me.
“Okay, sure.” I let go and watch her stumble up the stairs.
That’s when I notice the voices coming from the parlor. I look inside and see Kyle talking to Liz. She's holding a rose in a vase. I can still hear Alex’s announcement in my mind. Lizzy-beth likes Maxie-Max, and I think, you don’t have a chance either, country boy.
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MICHAEL*
When I get out of the shower, Kyle is gone and I head downstairs, scowling. I’m beginning to think this was all a mistake. It’s turning into a nightmare, truly. None of the girls here are interested in me. Maria and Liz are the only ones who have even talked to me, and Liz literally threw water on me. Maria is completely infatuated with Max, just like all the others. The only one who showed any interest was Candy, and I ruined her phone number when I jumped in the pool to save Maria. How pathetic would it be if I actually went back to that club every night until I saw her again? God, I can’t believe I’m even considering it!
I get to the kitchen and find Maria's sitting there with her head on the table. Someone's started up the coffee maker. It's a big one, which is good 'cause I think we're gonna need it.
I pour two cups and bring one to Maria. "How do you like your coffee?" Hell, I guess I can still be nice, even if I know she doesn’t want me. How nuts is that?
Maria just moans, so I leave the coffee plain. Black is probably best anyway. "Hey, have some," I tell her, helping her sit up a little. She blindly gropes for the cup, and I help her guide it to her lips.
After a few sips, she says, "Morning Michael."
I laugh, and she flinches. Too loud. "Sorry."
I wonder why I'm bothering. If Max walked in, she’d probably forget my name. I shake my head, and try to ignore the feeling, but it isn’t helping. A few minutes later, she has most of the cup in her. “Hey, Maria. You need to go up and get dressed. We’re supposed to be going to this radio station today.”
“I know,” she says, but she doesn’t move.
“C’mon. I’ll give you a hand.” I take her arm and help her to stand. Isabel floats in just as we’re leaving the kitchen. She’s so sunny and bright it makes my teeth ache. Maria seems to recoil, too. Isabel doesn’t even notice us.
We’re moving through the hallway, when Max appears. Sure enough, Maria tries to straighten up, flashing a grimace at him that was meant to be a smile.
Sure, just twist the knife, why don’t you?
“You okay?” Max asks.
I assume he’s talking to Maria, but I answer anyway. “I’m fine, Max.”
“Do you –“
“No! I don’t need any help.” Okay, so I snapped. So what? The guy’s really getting on my nerves. It’s so wrong for all the girls to be wanting him.
“Fine.” He says, holding up his hands in surrender. “I’ll see you later, then.” Max heads on into the kitchen.
“Look, I can do this myself,” Maria says, pulling away from me.
“Okay, sure.” I let go and watch her stumble up the stairs.
That’s when I notice the voices coming from the parlor. I look inside and see Kyle talking to Liz. She's holding a rose in a vase. I can still hear Alex’s announcement in my mind. Lizzy-beth likes Maxie-Max, and I think, you don’t have a chance either, country boy.
*MAX*
"Then everything is going to be ok! You're the best Max!" Isabel beams.
Then she leans over and kisses me on the cheek. Wow.
That's so strange, that I should get a kiss from the one girl I decided was off my list, for sure. 'Course it was just a "friend-kiss," but friends is exactly what I was hoping for from Isabel. It's nice to know that at least one of my relationships here is heading down the right course. If only I could figure out what course I wanted the others to be on so they could follow suit...
"Happy to help, Isabel," I say, hoping my hesitation hadn't been too obvious.
"This is gonna be a great day." She announces, and then gets up and nearly dances out of the room. I smile just to see her so happy. I hope her work experience is as good as she's expecting it to be. I haven't the faintest idea what sort of job they might give her.
There's a murmur at the end of the table where Alex is nearly done with his coffee. I look over to see him glaring at me. "Some friend you are."
"What?" I ask in confusion. Does he need a refill or something? I can't imagine what he'd be upset about - besides the uncomfortable hangover.
"Then everything is going to be ok! You're the best Max!" Isabel beams.
Then she leans over and kisses me on the cheek. Wow.
That's so strange, that I should get a kiss from the one girl I decided was off my list, for sure. 'Course it was just a "friend-kiss," but friends is exactly what I was hoping for from Isabel. It's nice to know that at least one of my relationships here is heading down the right course. If only I could figure out what course I wanted the others to be on so they could follow suit...
"Happy to help, Isabel," I say, hoping my hesitation hadn't been too obvious.
"This is gonna be a great day." She announces, and then gets up and nearly dances out of the room. I smile just to see her so happy. I hope her work experience is as good as she's expecting it to be. I haven't the faintest idea what sort of job they might give her.
There's a murmur at the end of the table where Alex is nearly done with his coffee. I look over to see him glaring at me. "Some friend you are."
"What?" I ask in confusion. Does he need a refill or something? I can't imagine what he'd be upset about - besides the uncomfortable hangover.