Post by aliciax on May 11, 2010 3:04:09 GMT -5
ALLYCE BRIANNA CARMICHAEL
FULL NAME: Allyce Brianna Carmichael.
NICKNAMES: Al, Albeezy.
AGE: Twenty-one.
PREFERENCE: Straight.
HOMETOWN: Miami, Florida.
CLASS STATUS: Upper.
CURRENT STATUS: Single.
MEMBER GROUP: Resident.
PLAY BY: Ashlee Simpson-Wentz
FAVORITE FOOD?
My Dad’s spaghetti bolognaise.
ARE YOU A VIRGIN?
God, no.
FAVORITE COLOR?
Red, closely followed by purple.
HAVE YOU EVER EMBARRASSED YOURSELF?
Who hasn’t? Aside from that, I’m one of the clumsiest people you will meet. My claim to fame is stacking it royally in heels, in front of the guy I was about to ask out. I’m cool, really.
FAVORITE DRINK?
Orange mango juice, or any kind of juice.
WHERE DO YOU SEE YOURSELF IN FIVE YEARS?
I’ve never thought about it, I’m not one to plan past the weekend. I’d love to travel more then one day settle down but that’s probably a long way off.
FAVORITE HOLIDAY?
Are we talking holiday spots or public holidays? Hawaii, and Christmas.
WHAT'S ONE THING MOST PEOPLE DON'T KNOW ABOUT YOU?
My dad’s pretty wealthy. It’s fun getting what I want but I don’t like the attention that much so I stick to myself mostly. I work too, most people just think I’m a spoilt brat at first.
DO YOU PREFER THE NIGHT OR THE DAY?
I’m definitely a night person, sleeping in until late is my specialty.
NAME A FANTASY?
A guy who didn’t screw me around, maybe to marry said guy and have some kids.
Allyce was missing something, something big, and it had been gone for days. She’d started getting worried the day she was due for this particular something – it was never late, ever. Now, it was three days after she was due, and still nothing. There wasn’t much she could make of it, just yet, she could wait and see for the next few days, or she could go with her instincts, and go out and buy something else to see if her theory was right. Confused? All the signs were there: nausea, vomiting, fatigue, and mood swings. For people who knew Pete and Allyce pretty well, there would be no doubt about what was going on. Allyce had told few people about the plan for them to have kids; it was something she’d just decided to keep on the down low, until it happened. Spencer was basically the only one who really knew what was going on, and until Allyce was a few weeks along, she wouldn’t be telling anyone but her closest friends. If that’s what it was, of course.
There it was again, that smell; the one setting off her stomach. Allyce couldn’t quite place her finger on it, what exactly the smell was, just that she’d smelt it before, somewhere. It wasn’t even bad; under normal circumstances it wouldn’t bother her at all. She was getting quicker at bolting to the bathroom as soon as she felt the nausea in the pit of her stomach, so that she could throw up into the bowl. This was how her mornings had been going for about two days now; wake up, throw up, try and eat, and then throw up again some time later. She was either sick, or pregnant. Pete had seen her throw up once, so she wasn’t quite sure what he was thinking about the whole thing, she wouldn’t be able to hide it for long, even if she wanted to. After her nausea had worn off a bit, she’d jumped in the shower and spent a long time standing under the hot water in peace. She was happy, really happy, especially if she was pregnant. Things were finally looking up for her and Pete, even after last week when they’d broken up because of their stupid fight. They were both trying hard to change themselves for the better, and it seemed to be working. Allyce was becoming less jealous of the girls Pete was friends with; more secure in herself, and more trusting of Pete. All this she thought about whilst in the shower, and it made her smile when she thought that finally, Pete was all hers, and no one else’s. They were going to get married, and have kids, and live happily ever after; or the way it was looking, have kids and then get married, because she wasn’t seeing a way around what was going to go down today.
Allyce stepped out of the shower, over the top of Monty, who had made himself at home lying between the shower door and the cabinet where they kept the towels. “Pretty inconvenient place to lay, Mont,” she smirked at the young border collie, and reached down to stroke the top of his head once she’d wrapped a towel around herself. Allyce wandered to their bedroom like that, the pale pink towel the only thing that covered her; probably lucky Pete wasn’t there, or she wouldn’t have made it very far just like that. Monty followed her to her room, and made himself comfortable on the bed, causing Allyce to sigh – typical Pete teaching him bad habits; she didn’t bother reprimanding him, Pete would only let him do it again later and confuse the poor dog. Allyce got herself dressed, finding a pair of semi-clean black skinny legs on the floor, and a clean white tee from the cupboard. She debated on a jacket, the sun was out through the window, but the days had been getting colder. Her eyes landed on one of Pete’s black Clandestine hoodies that he’d worn the day before, laying on the end of the bed, and she picked that up instead and slipped it on over her head. Boy’s clothes were her favourite, especially Pete’s; they were always so damn comfortable, and she always felt better because she could smell Pete distinct smell on his clothes. It comforted her when he wasn’t around. It made her pause momentarily, and smile, thinking of Pete, her soul mate; for a second she forgot what she was meant to be doing. “Come on, Monty, let’s go.” Monty jumped down from the bed as Allyce left the room, and followed, anticipating their daily walk, except this time they were going somewhere different. Allyce proceeded to clip Monty’s lead onto his collar, and slip some money and her keys into the pockets of her jeans; last but not least, she scribbled out a note for Pete on the tiny whiteboard near the door: Gone to the store with Monty, see you soon babe. Love you long time. She’d gotten it just for that reason, so they could still talk to each other while they went their separate ways – Allyce often wrote cute things on there for him, so he could read them before he left in the morning. Pete’s note from that morning was still there, another smile from Allyce, but she rubbed it out with her hand and wrote one of her own; chances were she’d be back before he was, but she still liked to do it all the same.
The door locked behind her, the girl and her dog set off from the block of apartments. The store wasn’t that far away, maybe a twenty minute walk down the road. Allyce loved to walk, or any kind of exercise, not that she could drive anyway; she still hadn’t bought herself a new car after her accident and she wasn’t sure if she would – driving freaked her out now. Shame, she used to love driving too. The fresh air helped settle her uneasy stomach, which made her feel better; how embarrassing it would be to have to stop and throw up on the side of the road. Allyce left Monty tied up outside the store while she went in, and it only took her a few minutes to find the aisle she was looking for, the aisle with the pregnancy tests. She’d had to do this once before, a couple of years ago, but back then she was ashamed of it and was glad when it turned out to be a false alarm. This time, she didn’t even hide it when she walked to the counter and paid. In no rush to get home – if it was positive that was great, if not, then that was okay too, so she kept walking a bit longer for Monty’s sake. Pete would kill her for staying out so long when he thought she was sick, but she would just have to deal with that when and if he found out.
A good hour later, after she’d let Monty have some time at the park, she headed back, a little pleased that Pete still wasn’t home and she could have some privacy while doing the test. Pete being there would just stress her out, and at that moment she was pretty damn calm about it. It took her all of about thirty seconds to do the ‘pee on a stick’ tests, both of them, just for good measure, and then she had to wait for five god damn minutes. “God, Monty, must they take so long?” She questioned the dog sitting on the couch as she paced around the living room. Standing in the bathroom watching was too annoying; a watched phone never rings, after all. Allyce felt stupid, talking all this out to Monty, but it made her feel slightly better, silence annoyed her too. Flipping her sidekick around in her hands while she waited impatiently, and then finally, finally, the timer in the bathroom went off, Allyce had never gotten to her feet so quickly than that one moment. She was in the bathroom quicker than she thought possible, and her eyes landed on the test, a huge grin forming on her face. Both tests said the same thing, big bold letters reading: PREGNANT. It took a few minutes to sink in, despite knowing it had been coming for a while, that she was up the duff. She would, in nine months, be having Eden or Noah, just like she and Pete had been trying for. Oh, she couldn’t wait to tell him. Her hands shook as she pulled her phone from her pocket, and flipped it open. ”Get home, right now, we have to talk ASAP. Love you, xo” she sent the text off to Pete’s phone in a matter of seconds, and put her phone away again. She knew it sounded bad, but he was more likely to come home quicker that way. Now all she had to do was wait again, but for more than five minutes this time.
Having nothing to occupy herself with, Allyce paced the whole apartment a few times, put on some music, washed her face, had a snack, straightened her hair, and spent some time on the floor playing with Monty. Her heart was pounding, and her hands still wouldn’t stop shaking – as a result, she now had a nasty burn on her finger from her straightening iron. She wasn’t scared or upset, far from it, but she got a little hysterical when she was happy and had no one around to tell it to. She could quite easily go next door and see Aislin or Kon, but one, Delaney was still in hospital and she felt a little bad that she was so happy when they so clearly weren’t, and two, she and Pete had both agreed to keep it secret for a few weeks, should it happen. The only option she had was to wait for Pete to get home. “Jesus, Pete, hurry up!” She spoke aloud to herself, biting her bottom lip. Half tempted to shoot off another text, but she quickly realized it had only been fifteen minutes since she’d sent him the first one, and it annoyed her that time was going so slowly. Sighing, she laid back on the floor, quite comfortably, while Monty sat at her side, his head on her stomach. Her impatience was getting the better of her, and she was pretty sure if Pete didn’t get home soon, she would go looking for him.
I think this one is like, 1k, and that's usually my average but lately I've been sticking to shorter posts, around 600-800 words =]
There it was again, that smell; the one setting off her stomach. Allyce couldn’t quite place her finger on it, what exactly the smell was, just that she’d smelt it before, somewhere. It wasn’t even bad; under normal circumstances it wouldn’t bother her at all. She was getting quicker at bolting to the bathroom as soon as she felt the nausea in the pit of her stomach, so that she could throw up into the bowl. This was how her mornings had been going for about two days now; wake up, throw up, try and eat, and then throw up again some time later. She was either sick, or pregnant. Pete had seen her throw up once, so she wasn’t quite sure what he was thinking about the whole thing, she wouldn’t be able to hide it for long, even if she wanted to. After her nausea had worn off a bit, she’d jumped in the shower and spent a long time standing under the hot water in peace. She was happy, really happy, especially if she was pregnant. Things were finally looking up for her and Pete, even after last week when they’d broken up because of their stupid fight. They were both trying hard to change themselves for the better, and it seemed to be working. Allyce was becoming less jealous of the girls Pete was friends with; more secure in herself, and more trusting of Pete. All this she thought about whilst in the shower, and it made her smile when she thought that finally, Pete was all hers, and no one else’s. They were going to get married, and have kids, and live happily ever after; or the way it was looking, have kids and then get married, because she wasn’t seeing a way around what was going to go down today.
Allyce stepped out of the shower, over the top of Monty, who had made himself at home lying between the shower door and the cabinet where they kept the towels. “Pretty inconvenient place to lay, Mont,” she smirked at the young border collie, and reached down to stroke the top of his head once she’d wrapped a towel around herself. Allyce wandered to their bedroom like that, the pale pink towel the only thing that covered her; probably lucky Pete wasn’t there, or she wouldn’t have made it very far just like that. Monty followed her to her room, and made himself comfortable on the bed, causing Allyce to sigh – typical Pete teaching him bad habits; she didn’t bother reprimanding him, Pete would only let him do it again later and confuse the poor dog. Allyce got herself dressed, finding a pair of semi-clean black skinny legs on the floor, and a clean white tee from the cupboard. She debated on a jacket, the sun was out through the window, but the days had been getting colder. Her eyes landed on one of Pete’s black Clandestine hoodies that he’d worn the day before, laying on the end of the bed, and she picked that up instead and slipped it on over her head. Boy’s clothes were her favourite, especially Pete’s; they were always so damn comfortable, and she always felt better because she could smell Pete distinct smell on his clothes. It comforted her when he wasn’t around. It made her pause momentarily, and smile, thinking of Pete, her soul mate; for a second she forgot what she was meant to be doing. “Come on, Monty, let’s go.” Monty jumped down from the bed as Allyce left the room, and followed, anticipating their daily walk, except this time they were going somewhere different. Allyce proceeded to clip Monty’s lead onto his collar, and slip some money and her keys into the pockets of her jeans; last but not least, she scribbled out a note for Pete on the tiny whiteboard near the door: Gone to the store with Monty, see you soon babe. Love you long time. She’d gotten it just for that reason, so they could still talk to each other while they went their separate ways – Allyce often wrote cute things on there for him, so he could read them before he left in the morning. Pete’s note from that morning was still there, another smile from Allyce, but she rubbed it out with her hand and wrote one of her own; chances were she’d be back before he was, but she still liked to do it all the same.
The door locked behind her, the girl and her dog set off from the block of apartments. The store wasn’t that far away, maybe a twenty minute walk down the road. Allyce loved to walk, or any kind of exercise, not that she could drive anyway; she still hadn’t bought herself a new car after her accident and she wasn’t sure if she would – driving freaked her out now. Shame, she used to love driving too. The fresh air helped settle her uneasy stomach, which made her feel better; how embarrassing it would be to have to stop and throw up on the side of the road. Allyce left Monty tied up outside the store while she went in, and it only took her a few minutes to find the aisle she was looking for, the aisle with the pregnancy tests. She’d had to do this once before, a couple of years ago, but back then she was ashamed of it and was glad when it turned out to be a false alarm. This time, she didn’t even hide it when she walked to the counter and paid. In no rush to get home – if it was positive that was great, if not, then that was okay too, so she kept walking a bit longer for Monty’s sake. Pete would kill her for staying out so long when he thought she was sick, but she would just have to deal with that when and if he found out.
A good hour later, after she’d let Monty have some time at the park, she headed back, a little pleased that Pete still wasn’t home and she could have some privacy while doing the test. Pete being there would just stress her out, and at that moment she was pretty damn calm about it. It took her all of about thirty seconds to do the ‘pee on a stick’ tests, both of them, just for good measure, and then she had to wait for five god damn minutes. “God, Monty, must they take so long?” She questioned the dog sitting on the couch as she paced around the living room. Standing in the bathroom watching was too annoying; a watched phone never rings, after all. Allyce felt stupid, talking all this out to Monty, but it made her feel slightly better, silence annoyed her too. Flipping her sidekick around in her hands while she waited impatiently, and then finally, finally, the timer in the bathroom went off, Allyce had never gotten to her feet so quickly than that one moment. She was in the bathroom quicker than she thought possible, and her eyes landed on the test, a huge grin forming on her face. Both tests said the same thing, big bold letters reading: PREGNANT. It took a few minutes to sink in, despite knowing it had been coming for a while, that she was up the duff. She would, in nine months, be having Eden or Noah, just like she and Pete had been trying for. Oh, she couldn’t wait to tell him. Her hands shook as she pulled her phone from her pocket, and flipped it open. ”Get home, right now, we have to talk ASAP. Love you, xo” she sent the text off to Pete’s phone in a matter of seconds, and put her phone away again. She knew it sounded bad, but he was more likely to come home quicker that way. Now all she had to do was wait again, but for more than five minutes this time.
Having nothing to occupy herself with, Allyce paced the whole apartment a few times, put on some music, washed her face, had a snack, straightened her hair, and spent some time on the floor playing with Monty. Her heart was pounding, and her hands still wouldn’t stop shaking – as a result, she now had a nasty burn on her finger from her straightening iron. She wasn’t scared or upset, far from it, but she got a little hysterical when she was happy and had no one around to tell it to. She could quite easily go next door and see Aislin or Kon, but one, Delaney was still in hospital and she felt a little bad that she was so happy when they so clearly weren’t, and two, she and Pete had both agreed to keep it secret for a few weeks, should it happen. The only option she had was to wait for Pete to get home. “Jesus, Pete, hurry up!” She spoke aloud to herself, biting her bottom lip. Half tempted to shoot off another text, but she quickly realized it had only been fifteen minutes since she’d sent him the first one, and it annoyed her that time was going so slowly. Sighing, she laid back on the floor, quite comfortably, while Monty sat at her side, his head on her stomach. Her impatience was getting the better of her, and she was pretty sure if Pete didn’t get home soon, she would go looking for him.
I think this one is like, 1k, and that's usually my average but lately I've been sticking to shorter posts, around 600-800 words =]
hey, it's Alicia and this gal has been at it for
approx. eight years now. they are nineteen years old.
