Post by ainsley on May 8, 2010 20:29:58 GMT -5
AINSLEY NEVAEH BROOKELLE
FULL NAME: ainsley nevaeh brookelle ,
NICKNAMES: ains , annie ,
AGE: sixteen ,
PREFERENCE: heterosexual ,
HOMETOWN: laguna beach , california ,
CLASS STATUS: upper class ,
CURRENT STATUS: single ,
MEMBER GROUP: high school ,
PLAY BY: zoe kimball ,
FAVORITE FOOD?
well , if i have to chose to eat, then id probably pick mexican ,
ARE YOU A VIRGIN?
yes , although most think otherwise ,
FAVORITE COLOR?
teal , obviously ,
HAVE YOU EVER EMBARRASSED YOURSELF?
plenty of times , i can be kind of ditzy , ha ,
FAVORITE DRINK?
mountain dew , i live on that shit ,
WHERE DO YOU SEE YOURSELF IN FIVE YEARS?
you know , im not really sure , but i hope somewhere along the lines of becoming a professional dancer ,
FAVORITE HOLIDAY?
fourth of july , i remember how special that holiday was when i was a child , i guess it just stuck with me all of these years ,
WHAT'S ONE THING MOST PEOPLE DON'T KNOW ABOUT YOU?
im anorexic , at the age of fourteen i developed the eating disorder , of course , im a master at disguise ,
DO YOU PREFER THE NIGHT OR THE DAY?
im kind of a party girl , so i guess id have to say the night ,
NAME A FANTASY?
to be perfect , although we all know to reach that goal is impossible ,
Her grip upon the boy’s shoulders condensed, a white color easily shading over her knuckles. Her knees latched on to his sides solidly, securing the hold she had on his back. Ainsley had never been one for heights; to put it straightforwardly. There wasn’t any particular reason as to why the girl was so terrified of them, really. As a child, she hadn’t had any gruesome falls from a surpassing height. She had absolutely nothing to explain the alarmed sensation that would run through her veins every time she was lifted to a greater element. Nothing at all. His hands effortlessly glided over her knees, tenderly pressing them against his sides. The corners of her lips swiveled upward, her features supporting that of a weak smile. She could feel the relief surging throughout her threads, gently putting her frightful mind at ease. She wouldn’t tumble from his shoulders if he were to keep his placid hold upon her knees. “No, I didn’t. I thought it was some gay guy trying to rape me.” His dauntless voice broke through the silence, followed shortly by a powerful chuckle. Her brow cocked at his comment; had he really thought she were some sort of male rapist? Swaying her cranium from side to side, she allowed herself to issue a muffled giggle. That was preposterous! He had to have been kidding around with her. She just didn’t know this boy, Ryan, well enough to distinguish what was serious, and what was sarcasm. “Well, I’m certainly not a guy! Yeah, that’s right. Boobs triumph over a penis any day! Secondly, it wouldn’t be rape if you liked it.” She could feel her face crumple up at this moment, trying to camouflage her desire to let out a laugh. She had only known Ryan for a scarce amount of time, and already she was flirting with him, even going as far as to climb upon his bare back with only her bikini on. “Ready?” His voice tore into her thoughts, reeling her sidetracked mind back into reality. Ready? What was she supposed to be ready for? Had she missed something when she had been daydreaming about how quickly the two had taken to each other? Unconsciously, she tightened her grip upon his shoulders, not quite sure as to what she should expect from her newfound friend. Honestly, anything was possible.
The rush of the frigid waters penetrating her silken skin was enough to exert a shrill screech from that of her larynx. She hadn’t expected him to fling himself backward into the aqua, not only inundating herself in the hawkish waters, but also himself. The clench she had on his shoulders slackened, her legs immediately unwound themselves from his sides. He stood up like a bat out of hell, and a breath of relief rambled throughout her nerves. If he were to injure himself, she highly doubted that she’d be able to forgive herself. In one way or the other, she felt responsible for this boy. The last thing she wanted was for him to impair himself in her wardship. His hands caught a careful hold of her waist, and she could feel her body slowly slicing through the numbing waters. The strength his sharp physique possessed was astounding. He had hauled her from the crisp waters in a matter of seconds, forgetting to bother with removing his hands from her waistline. Her lungs felt as though they had been deflated. Her lips parted slightly, allowing oxygen to inflate her lungs. She gasped for breath as a burning sensation ran through that of her ice blue eyes, blurring her vision in wherever direction she would tend to glance at. “I got you back for that one! And don’t worry; I’ll get you back for everything you do after this.” He was vocalizing again, his voice in quite the spirited manner. There was no doubt in her mind that the boy was teasing her. The grasp in which he had on her waist was tightening, and she flimsily reached out in an attempt to grab at his shoulders. He was elevating her again, this time whirling her petite frame in a complete circle. She felt as though she were cast in one of those corny romance movies. The ones whither the male and female would gaze longingly into each other’s eyes for what seemed like forever before finally sharing a passionate kiss, pleasing the audience in whichever way seemed fit. She was standing now, her feet numbly skimming over the cool flooring of the pool. Stealing a quick glance at the boy, she waited for words to come fourth from his mouth. She wasn’t quite sure what to say at this particular moment in time.
The way the next question shot out of his mouth startled the young girl. Pivoting her head around, she studied the boy in utter confusion. Was there any peculiar reason that he had just randomly blurted at that question? “No, I haven’t been on a motorcycle before, as lame as that sounds. Why?” The blood rushed to her cheeks, and she felt as though the rest of her body were on fire. She was ashamed of herself. Why couldn’t she have lied? Told him that’d she’d been on a motorcycle before? That’d be a whole hell of a lot less embarrassing then the position she was standing in now. “No matter what, I’ll be right back. Get your shorts on and everything and I’ll be back in a moment. Promise!” Her pale blue optics narrowed in confusion, staring at him with a blank expression. Taking a step forward, she made her way to the outside edge of the pool, her hands grasping the concrete in frustration. Had she done something to upset him? Was he really going to return like he promised? Her muscles bulged as she pulled her twiggy body from the frigid waters, setting herself upon the feverous concrete. “What the fuck?” She breathed, her hands fumbling for the pair of jean shorts she left upon the pavement. Slowly, she tugged them over her ghostly white colored legs, not even bothering with the zipper and the button. “I’m sorry that I’m not in my swim trunks, it’s kind of weird for me to drive in them.” Whirling around, she allowed her eyes to skin over his body, making sure that he really had returned. “You mean, you have a motorcycle?” She inquired, her jaw dropping. Never in her life had she expected to ride on the back of a motorcycle with some guy whom she had just met. Chasing after him, she tried to catch a glimpse of the bike. She could feel a rush of fear mounting, and she immediately tried to shake the thoughts away. Surely, she wasn’t going to get hurt. He wouldn’t drive recklessly with a girl on the back, would he? Extending her hand, she grabbed hold of the helmet, examining it carefully before plopping it upon her cranium. She hesitated a moment, not sure as to whether or not she really wanted to get on this thing. Falteringly, she mounted the bike, making sure to scoot as close as she possibly could to Ryan. Her arms wrapped around his midsection, squeezing tightly. It didn’t take a detective to figure out that she was nervous. She wasn’t sure where they were going, or what they were going to do, but she jumped at the chance to spend more time with her newfound friend. When he drew forward, Ainsley let out a quiet wail, burying her head into his back. It felt strange to her to be on the back of a bike, clinging to some guy who she had just met as though her life depended on it. How strange things worked for Ainsley Nevaeh Brookelle.
hey, it's moriah and this gal has been at it for
six years now. they are fifteen years old.