BUTTERFLIES IN HER EYES , dash .

[maxine julianna warren]

I DON'T DESERVE YOU UNLESS

it's some kind of hidden message,
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Ah, school. Some days it was great, full of new information and potential for learning. Those were the kind of days that Maxine Warren loved; they were the days when she could sit in classrooms for hours with no complaint, happy to be there learning -- which some might find odd for a girl of seventeen. Other days were like this one, where they were boring as hell. There were just some times when the senior just wasn't in the right mood to learn. She could blame it on senior-itis, but considering the school year had only been in session for all of one week, blaming it on senior-itis would be unfair. Besides, it wasn't like the first three years of high school hadn't had days like this. But Maxine was pretty sure it wasn't a good sign for her to be bored out of her mind so soon into the new year. Even history had been hard to stay focused in, and that was her favorite subject. For most of the school day, Max had sat staring out of a window, but really she was seeing the beaches that were so common in the city of Santa Ria, not the tall trees and lawns outside the window pane. Yep, she'd spent most of her day just daydreaming about sleeping in and spending waking hours in the sand, which is how she'd spent most of her summer when she had free time.

Today she would have preferred the relaxed living of summer instead of the learning environment of Norrington. Something had changed. Maybe it was because this was her last year and she was just read to be done. Or maybe it was because the school was now completely different, what with all the boys coming in. Maxine approved of the addition of the males, because to her it had been stupid to not have the school be co-ed in the first place. However, the boys coming in also made life a bit distracting, and not just for her. Max had to admit she was rather annoyed by all the babbling obnoxious girls that were constantly blabbering about how they were so excited the school was now co-ed, and which boys were the cutest, and how they wanted to try to sneak into the boys' dormitories after curfew. Boys were great and all, but Maxine wasn't as totally obsessed about them as many other girls her age were. For crying out loud, she had never even had one boyfriend. And interestingly enough, she was completely fine with that. She really didn't understand the desperate desire to have a boyfriend and lose one's virginity as soon as possible. Maxine was just not like that.

She considered all this while trudging down the streets of downtown, which she'd gone to as soon as school had finished. She'd only paused long enough to change out of her school uniform before zooming out to the parking lot to leave. After some deft driving she'd ended up in the busy area that was downtown Santa Ria. It had taken awhile to park, as it usually does, to everyone's great annoyance. After abandoning her car by a meter, Max had began the walk to her favorite coffee shop, a locally owned place she liked to sit and relax in. Her favorite table by the window was open and she quickly claimed it while waiting for her coffee. Once they called out "non-fat mocha" she jumped up, grabbed the beverage, and returned to her seat before anyone could think to steal it. Then she pulled a text book out of her bag. And promptly knocked her coffee over with it. Quick reflexes allowed her to upright the coffee fast, but not quiet fast enough. "Ah, fuck," swore the blond as she quickly made a grab for a napkin. The little stream of coffee she just spilled was making a quick exit off the edge of the table, and Maxine worked fast to wipe it off, cussing some more as she noticed the bit of brown on the thigh of her pants. Once the coffee had been hastily mopped up, Maxine stomped over to the nearest trash can and tossed the wad of soggy napkins into the abyss. Muttering to herself the whole way, she stormed back over to her table and reclaimed her seat. She shot the remaining coffee an evil glare as if daring the cup to tip over again, then picked her book back up and reopened it. And with the coffee drama behind her, Maxine began to relax and enjoy her drink while studying.

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TO SHOW ME LIFE IS PRECIOUS

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WELL HELLO THERE! THIS THREAD HERE IS TAGGED FOR DASH AND IS CURRENTLY COMPLETED. IT HAS A WORD COUNT OF A WHOPPING 769. MY CHARACTER JUST SO HAPPENED TO THROW ON THIS OUTFIT. OH YEAH, THE LYRICS ARE BUILT FOR SIN BY FRAMING HANLEY AND THE HEADER IMAGE WAS MADE BY ME. MY MUSE CURRENTLY IS IRRELEVANT, BECAUSE THIS POST IS RECYCLED XD. AND ONE LAST THING. THIS TEMPLATE WAS MADE BY RHIA, SO NO TAKING WITHOUT PERMISSION, KTHNX.

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[dash zachary milton]

shot through the heart & you're to blame
DARLING YOU GIVE LOVE A BAD NAME  
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Dash had skipped last period to get away from the chaos that was Norrington. He didn't mind the classes, or the people for that matter. Dash was just a very reserved person, and although he liked to have fun, he did enjoy his quiet times he had to himself. Ever since Berkley died, he just couldn't stand being at home with his father. John Milton was usually a very jovial man, but the death of his eldest son hit him pretty hard. Dash didn't blame him for missing Berks, god knew he did too, It was just so frustrating that his dad couldn't get over it, or at least pretend to be over it. Instead he would constantly remind Dash that Berkley was the better son. Instead of fighting with his father, Dash would always relocate to the barn and sit with his horse- Rumpole- drawing or reading; pretty much anything to take his mind off of things. The only thing that made him get through the tough time were probably his horse and his drawings. Since he couldn't bring Rumpole to California, the latter was what kept him sane. 

The jingle of the tiny bell on top of the door trilled as Dashiel entered the locally owned coffee shop, the sounds of espresso machines whirring and the strong scent of coffee and cocoa hitting his senses. He scanned the room with his oceanic eyes, spotting an empty table near the window and quickly made his way to it, putting down his tattered messenger bag on the table and taking a seat. The café was full of people, sipping coffee and typing on their Mac books or reading the newspaper. Dash took out his sketch pad and flipped the book over to the last drawing he had been working on. It was a sort of obscure, sketch he had made. He wasn't quiet sure what it was yet, but he just felt like drawing it one day. The sketch reminded him of sorrow, or at least, what sorrow would look like. It almost reminded him of Van Gogh's Starry Night, with the dark swirls, mixing with a sort of pale hue; the only bright color in the whole drawing. It almost seemed hopeful, as if the pale color were a light at the end of a dark tunnel. Dash liked to think of things that way, but in his life, the tunnel seemed never ending. 

Dash looked up and turned his head slightly to look out the window. Shoppers were out and about downtown Santa Ria, enjoying the sunshine as much as they could. Not that it wasn't always sunny; this was California after all. Even though Dash grew up in North Carolina, it was no where near as hot as California. The winters were at least cold, even though it didn't snow very frequently. Dash missed the cold, it was one of the things he loved. But he wasn't complaining, At least here in California, he was as far away as possible from his father. His train of thought was disrupted as he heard the trill of the little bells once more. Dash didn't turn around to look back at the door, but instead focused again on his sketch. He didn't look up until he noticed someone sit in the table in front of him, facing him. Dash looked up vaguely only to notice a girl- a very attractive girl at that- sit down. Maxine Warren to be precise. Maxine and Dash had met at a party a year ago when he used to go to Hakebourne. They instantly clicked, but he hadn't seen her in a while. It was ironic, seeing as they both went to the same school and all. He watched her carefully- Dash was always observant. The way the sunlight shone on her golden locks made her seem almost angelic. It was the expression on her face that she always had that made you think otherwise. It was as if she were hiding something only she knew, which only made her much more interesting to look at. Dash found this intriguing and he felt compelled to draw her, but restrained himself.  He watched as she spilled her coffee and quickly wiped the table, her brow furrowed in frustration. "ah, fuck" an amused grin played across Dash's lips as he heard Maxine swear. Definitely not as angelic as she appeared. "Off day?" he asked aloud- enough for Max to hear- his slight southern drawl casually hanging loosely from his lips, smiling his lazy yet amused grin.

 

WORD COUNT 760
NOTES haha, sorry it took a while, being grounded sucks D:
TAGGED Maxxy. (rhia<3)
OUTFIT this sxc thing.
STATUS Finished
CREDITS  You Give Love A Bad Name - Bon Jovi
by Doe-Eyed Harlot of Caution.