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[isabelle bianca cartright]

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Isabelle didn’t always go out revealing all her…assets, but when she did it was always a big hit. the reason she didn’t do it often for events was that she thought it was slightly cheap, and would make her have an image that she didn’t want. she had a range of dresses, some were very revealing and others not so much. she got dresses from designers and clothes from shoots all the time, she never had to wear the same outfit twice, she had to act like she knew what she was talking about when she was wearing a certain dress. before she began modelling, she didn’t know the first thing about being a model, there was no way she would have been able to distinguish from the different high end designers, but now she did. she loved her life, the parties, the modelling shoots….everything. she had so much attention from men now that sometimes she didn’t know how to react, but she usually just told them politely that she wasn’t interested, being a model she had that image of being dumb and easy, she was wanting to break the stereotype and she hoped that she would do, she really did. Tonight she was at a big party she had been invited to, some opening of a club or something like that, she wasn’t quite sure….but of course she went, Izzy never turned down the offer of a party now, since she wasn’t popular in high school she made up for it now when she could, and of course she invited her best friend sometimes, but mostly there were other models that she could talk to around the place which was good, she never got bored and she never usually drank that much but of course there were always exceptions, and tonight it seemed like one of those exceptions. She knew that she could get photographed in one of the tabloids or the magazines if she acted completely crazy, that was something very out of character for herself, it would definitely make the press and she had to watch that, she didn’t want that kind of thing written about her, she had always been very careful about that kind of thing. she wanted to show the world that not all models would go out and get crazy drunk, there were some who were very intelligent….soooo intelligent. she needed to show people that smart people could definitely be models too. she went up to the bar to order yet another drink, an event like this, all the drinks were included with the entry fee, but somehow Izzy had managed to get in free, she put that to the dress she was wearing tonight. another cosmo, thanks doll she said blowing a kiss at the bartender, making him blush and go all shy…that had been the fourth drink she’d had tonight and she was definitely starting to feel them and she kinda loved how free she was feeling right now. she looked in the crowd and saw one of her friends, calling to her and waving, but she couldn’t get her attention so she got off the stool and made her way through the crowd, not very steadily and bumped into someone, which made her drink go over him and a bit on herself shit! oh my god….I am so sorry she said and quickly grabbed some napkins from the bar and putting her glass on one side. you know, I don’t really do this kinda thing she said passing him some of the napkins, then trying to wipe her own dress. she really hoped it wouldn’t stain. I hope this doesn’t stain, its like…..silk….I guess most of it went on you so…. she laughed slightly Well, that’s my drink gone she sighed, then looked up and smiled at him, seeing his face for the first time. wow, he was actually really hot. LISTEN UP! THIS POST IS FOR TARNIE/RYDER. IT HAS 651 WORDS. HE/SHE IS CURRENTLY WEARING THIS. BY THE WAY, I HOPE YOU LIKE THIS, I KNOW THEIR MEETING WAS CLICHE BUT I THOUGHT IT MIGHT BE A GOOD INTRO LOL. OH, AND THIS TEMPLATE WAS MADE BY DUCK DUCK'S NOT A GOOSE

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FORGET ABOUT TOMORROW CAUSE TONIGHT
WE'RE DRINKING FROM THE BOTTLE

There wasn't much Ryder liked more than an expensive party with pretty celebrities scattered everywhere. He had always been a big fan of parties and drinking and having a good time anyway but the added fun of the big swanky parties was the better eye candy and the bigger possibilities when it came to potential arm candy for him to be seen with and, more importantly, pictured by the paparazzi with. Over the past year Ryder had been moving his way up the fame food chain starting from the bottom using the odd Z lister to help him into the parties. He had already bagged himself quite the pretty and famous girlfriend a few months back, she was no super star but being her doting boyfriend for a few months had certainly got his face into a few mags, the only reason he faked the relationship with the painfully annoying empty head. After 3 months he had been able to take no more of her and done what he could to end the relationship amicably, you never knew when 'we should stay friends' would come in handy with a girl like that. It wasn't the easiest, hiding how much of an arrogant ass he really was behind his charming facade, especially in a full time relationship but he had perfected it to a tee and he probably could have even fooled those who knew him well if he kept it up long enough. Manipulation hadn't always been a skill he possessed but it was one her had mastered over time, it was a necessity in his eyes, if him and the band wanted to make it anywhere, they needed to get themselves known and since being a good band and making good music didn't seem to be working, worming his way into the public view was the next best thing. They had already been bumped up from nobodies to house hold names since his relationship with the last girl, already getting more gigs because of it.

That was what drew Ryder to such fancy parties and why he lied worked his ass off to get into them; where better to meet the next girl to put him in the press than a party filled with A listers? Hot super models, budding actresses, other musicians, or as Ryder called most of them: auto-tune-queens, and thanks to his Oscar worthy portrayal of the nice guy, it shouldn't be too hard to lour one of them in, hopefully this time it might be someone with a little something between the ears. No that that would be an easy task, it wasn't like this selection of people were known for their brains and conversational skills. It wasn't that Ryder was super smart, but he knew a little about a little and there was only so many times a person with a little bit of sense could act interested in a story about his girlfriends trip to the salon, or what so-and-so said about her today in work.

With that hardest part of convincing the bouncers he belonged at the party our of the way, Ryder made his way straight for the bar, partly because he wanted a drink but also because it was the best place to get a scope of the rest of the people around him and pick out the people he wanted to introduce himself to. He was just turning around to head across the dance floor towards an up and coming actress who never seemed to off the front pages when he felt someone barge into him followed by the all too familiar feeling of liquid soaking into his suit. Having a temper it took everything in him to not be pissed about this, and had it been a guy in any other situation, he probably would have just clean smacked the guy in the face, with his fist. The realization that it wasn't some pompous idiot but a pretty model made his annoyance lessen a lot and his reaction much easier and less faked than it would have been "Oh don't worry about it, it'll dry." he gushed with a convincing smile, like he didn't care; he did, a little, as he aimlessly patted his soaked suit jacket down making no difference at all. He had to laugh a little at her concern for her dress "Well that's alright then, as long as your dress is alright" he joked sarcastically shaking his head at his own suit jacket before giving up and just taking the jacket off "Guess it's as good of an excuse as any to take the thing off" he had never liked dressing formally anyway and was much more comfortable in a pear of jeans and a tee-shirt. The only reason that under his fake smile and unbothered tone he was a little pissed was because the suit cost him a small fortune he didn't really have unlike all these richies with their closets full of them. "You talk likes its the end of the world if it's ruined, like you will ever wear it again" he joked back, he wasn't sure who she was exactly but he was sure she was a model and he had definitely seen her in the press before, wasn't easy to forget a face like that. When she was done faffing with her dress he took the opportunity to introduce himself "I'm Ryder, by the way" he then turned to the bar man for a brief second "Another cosmo, please" was all he said, smooth as can be "Can you at least try and drink this one and not pour it all over me this time?" he laughed as he handed her the drink.

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[isabelle bianca cartright]

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She smiled slightly at the guy in front of her, well at least he wasn’t being a complete dick…yet there was always time to prove himself one….always. at least he didn’t seem to mind, that was one thing. maybe it was just because it was her, and not some guy who had bumped into him, but then again, any guy would probably be the same to be fair. now she was getting into making conversation with this guy, that was alright….wasn’t it? well she kinda guessed it was, although she didn’t know him but maybe….just maybe she could give him a chance….it wouldn’t be all that bad, right? he was definitely hot and he seemed to have a certain charm about him, but maybe that was her just being naïve. Being a model obviously she got a lot of male attention, more than she could ever want if she was quite honest. she went on dates but guys just assumed she was easy because she did underwear modelling. That was not the case at all….in fact she was the complete opposite. She wasn’t a virgin or anything like that, but she was just very sensible when it came to sex. She wanted to trust the guy she was with and know that it felt right. it should be she said brushing it down although I am sure there would be no complaints if I had to take it off she joked. Okay she may model underwear but there was no way that she would go to a posh party and take off her dress to just go around in her underwear, sure others wouldn’t complain and she would surely get press attention but it would be the wrong kind, she didn’t want to be that kind of girl. she was more reserved. Yes, she got in the press, she was a supermodel, but it was for different things, like helping charities and being pictured in places like Paris and Milan. She always looked perfect no matter what, even if she had just come off an eight hour flight. She was surely envious of most of the female population who were ‘normal.’ She didn’t really see herself as a superstar though and she didn’t want other people to see her like that either. she then raised her eyebrow at him good excuse? she asked him curiously. Okay so it was fancy and some guys didn’t like wearing suits, maybe that was what he meant I think the jacket looks good on you she smiled flirtatiously. Izzy frowned slightly, okay that was completely true but having someone say that kind of irritated her, well a little bit but maybe she would act more offended than she was. Oh? she said and why do you think that? she asked him Because I am a model and models never wear the same outfit twice? she asked him placing her hands on her hips and raising an eyebrow way to stereotype she scoffed playfully I happen to really like this dress as a matter of fact she said flicking her hair back unfortunately you are probably right, I won’t actually wear it again she shrugged such a hard life for a model hmm? she smiled. when he introduced himself she held her hand out for him to shake it Izzy she said. her name was Isabelle, obviously but she hated how formal it sounded, Izzy was just so much better and only her parents called her isabelle. She watched as he ordered her another drink and laughed at his comment I can’t make any promises she joked with him. So, Ryder….I am presuming you are not here with your girlfriend if you are here talking to me she said. Izzy wanted to be sure. She’d had that happen to her before and the girl always blamed her, even though she never knew the guy had a girlfriend. LISTEN UP! THIS POST IS FOR TARNIE/RYDER. IT HAS 654 WORDS. HE/SHE IS CURRENTLY WEARING THIS. BY THE WAY, I LOVE HIM, HE'S MAKING IT SO EASY FOR HIMSELF, POOR IZZY HAS NO IDEA. OH, AND THIS TEMPLATE WAS MADE BY DUCK DUCK'S NOT A GOOSE

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FORGET ABOUT TOMORROW CAUSE TONIGHT
WE'RE DRINKING FROM THE BOTTLE

Anyone who knew Ryder, the real Ryder under all the cons, the facades and the manipulation would vouch that the guy was an ass hole, maybe even the definition of an ass hole, certainly in some peoples eyes, like his ex band mate Josh, the guy had never been a huge fan the the lead singer in the band but he put up with Ryder because he knew they had something credible and something they could sell with Ryder's songs but he hadn't been able to last through finding the guy in bed with his girlfriend of 4 year, the girlfriend he had been planning to propose to. It was a pretty solid guess to say that guy hated Ryder. It wasn't just people who Ryder had wronged that would openly claim he was an ass, even those rare people who knew him and, well maybe they didn't 'like' him but there were people who tolerated him, they would probably be the first to say he was the biggest ass hole they knew, even Ryder, when not trying to lore some poor girl in would admit that he wasn't the most likable person when he dropped all of his acts. He was a wise ass, selfish, demanding, had a serious god complex, he smokes, he drinks, he parties to hard, has no loyalty, in all honesty, it's hard to find anything endearing about the real him past his looks and his cool guy persona. That was why he'd had to work so hard to perfect this 'other guy' he played in front of the rest of the world, the ones who wouldn't appreciate who he really was. Parts of him still lingered in his other guy facade, he was still a sucker for a good party, aired a little on the arrogant side and it was hard for him to hold back all his wise cracks. Still, the man he pretended to be had much more to love than he had to hate. The fake him was quite the catch, far too good to be true.

Past being an exceptional good liar, Ryder was good at reading people, judging them for who they were from little snippets of information he picked up on when he first met people. He acted all cool and natural as he talked to this girl but was watching out for all the little ques for guessing what kind of girl she was so he could adjust what he said and the kind of guy he came off as. Some girls loves a prince charming type, the air headed, gullible girls who thought there was such a thing, other girls likes men a little rough around the edges, the rescuing type of girl who liked to make herself feel better by helping someone else. There were so many more but Ryder was having a hard time gauging this one, she wasn't seeming to be like they typical LA Elite, for a start she had a sense of humor. "I'm not sure, I'm guessing your PR wouldn't be that thrilled, or your parents, maybe every guys girlfriend in the room when they couldn't take their eyes off you. But other wise." he laughed with a shrug of his shoulders. Like I said, wise ass, but he managed to make it funny and charming when he tried. "Yeah excuse" he repeated looking down at himself a little "I always feel like a penguin at these fancy events, makes me miss my band tee shirts and jeans." he explained though he wasn't sure she would understand, it was more of a guy thing, girls, especially models, were generally the exact opposite and hated being dressed down, the majority lived for these parties as an excuse to get dressed up. "But thatnks" if he hadn't been trying he would have ended that with a cheesy comment about how it would have looked better on her bedroom floor though he had read her enough to know that line would more than likely only get him a smack across the face. She was the classy type, he was certain of that, besides, he wasn't looking for a one night stand, that would be a pointless en devour, what publicity would that get him, even if she had a man, he didn't want to be that guy, the one clambering to anything he could in an obvious and desperate reach for fame. Those people didn't last and no one ever liked those people.

The charming smile the man had been wearing since he had turned around and saw her face dropped a little when her attitude switched a little at his comment about never wearing the dress again and once she was drawing to the end of her verbal attack on him, sarcastic or not, he felt he may have struck a nerve, he held his hand up as if surrendering or something "no, no, no, you've... I just meant, from experiences, that girls in general, not just models, never seem to wear the same dress twice, I don't know how many times I heard my sister complain 'No, I wore that one to so-and-so's party, everyone's already seen me in it', that's all" he explained innocently, sort of doing a mock impression of a sister he didn't have. Well, he did, but she was the biggest tom boy around, and would never be caught in a dress if you paid her. It was all just part of the act, if he had swapped the placement of a sister for a girlfriend then it wouldn't have made him sound like the considerate family type and it could have lead her to believe any sort of thing about him. He was no expert but he liked to think he had a pretty good handle of the chaotic thinking process of the average woman. "Yeah, sounds like the worse." he joked back with her when she mock complained about how hard her life as a model was. He rose one of his brows at the next thing she said though, a firm smirk on his lips, "You'd be right, though I am only talking to you because you decided your bright pink drink would look better all over me than in your glass, but no, no girlfriend here, or at home, or anywhere else." he laughed, no doubt she'd had the odd guy use that one, use a technicality to get out of the fact he had lied, hell, he'd done it a bunch of times. "I'm hoping the same goes for you and that a 6ft 10 basketball player isn't gonna come over and give me a fist full of reasons not to talk to you" he knew she wasn't here with a guy, he could just tell, though it made him look better for asking.

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Izzy was a good girl and perceived as not the typical model who went around sleeping with any man that she met. Not that all models were like that, she just had the reputation of being quite good and didn’t usually get into the press for anything other than modelling or some promotion she was doing. she didn’t mind that at all though because she would rather be noticed for her talent than her talent, most certainly. She had no problem in that department, she had offers everywhere she went, she just chose not to accept all of them, hardly any of them unless they were wanting more than just sex from them and she could usually, USUALLY tell who those types were most definitely. it wasn’t hard to spot them usually because they often paid more attention to her boobs than they did to what she had to say. it was so annoying to have to fold her arms just so they would actually pay attention to what she had to say. when they pretended to know what she was talking about she often just rolled her eyes because it was often the case that they didn’t have a clue, or they just didn’t care and were trying to smooth talk her into bed for the night but she was much smarter than that. she knew that an event like this would mean that she was bound to get chatted up by someone, and now here she was, making conversation with a guy, but she wasn’t actually sure whether having her to himself was on his agenda for the night. if it was then he would be sadly mistaken and she would have to once again decline. However, right now she was getting rather tipsy, so anything could happen but she still wouldn’t allow herself to degrade herself to that level. She let out a girlish laugh with her hand over her mouth oh well that is very true she said probably not a good idea then she said with a smile and a little wink. she was probably not aware of how flirty she was being, Izzy was often unaware of herself in that sense, and sometimes she was unable to read males in that way also. at least I would get everyone’s attention though, that is what models are suppose to do right? be unpredictable and spontaneous? yes, that was true, although Isabelle would never do something as unpredictable and spontaneous as that, it would just be embarrassing and she couldn’t even imagine all the press and publicity she would get, it would be completely and one hundred percent unwanted that was for sure. Of course she still wanted to be fun though so she may do things that weren’t that extreme. Izzy sometimes found it hard to deal with the attention she got though because of her school days. no one would ever have believed what she had looked like when she was younger, although they would recognise her because she wasn’t completely ugly or anything, she just never got half of the attention she got now. she smiled slightly well, that’s a shame she said I kinda admire you for not wanting to be in a fancy suit all night though, it makes you well….normal she giggled. It was true though, normal guys didn’t want to be in suits and she had never really met anyone who didn’t want to wear a suit and jacket for events like this. and you still look just as good she smiled. he was certainly turning on the charm and Izzy was falling for it pretty quickly. There was definitely something about him that made him very attractive, and it wasn’t just his looks. He was very sure of himself and charming, she liked that about him. well, for the record, not all girls are like that she said if I was dating someone and they wanted me to wear this dress, or another one I had worn before….I probably would do….then again I would probably ask not to be photographed she laughed. so you have a sister then? That’s cool….so do I. how old is she? Izzy liked making conversation with people and family was usually a good conversation for most people, then again she really didn’t know this guy and it could be the wrong thing to say, he could not get on with his family and she could have brought up something he didn’t want to talk about and that would completely change the mood which wouldn’t be good at all. She then laughed again and nodded, going along with him saying it was the worst, being a model you have no idea she said all the free make up and clothes, I cannt be doing with it she joked. Oh yes she loved her job, that was definitely one of the many perks of being model. She considered them to be so many she probably couldn’t even count them, she loved her job so much. She acted upset wait, so you’re only talking to me for that reason? she said wow, way to let a girl down gently she laughed slightly. okay she was slightly offended, I think you are quite lucky I spilt my drink on you, and you’re glad I did she said, acting confident. Sometimes though Izzy wasn’t really as confident as she seemed, but that was for her to know and no one else. he said he had no girlfriend and she smiled well, that’s good then? she smiled. she then laughed no, no boyfriend she shook her head and took a large sip of her drink I don’t think I would be standing here talking to you if I did have a boyfriend, I wouldn’t have let you get me a drink she told him. so Ryder, you know what I do, obviously….what is it that you do? she asked him ever so politely. That was the thing with Izzy, she was always very polite when speaking to people because she had been brought up that way. she considered it to be a necessity and it worked for her everytime, as well as fliting her eyes a lot as well. LISTEN UP! THIS POST IS FOR TARNIE/RYDER. IT HAS 1040 WORDS. HE/SHE IS CURRENTLY WEARING THIS. BY THE WAY, THEY ARE AWESOME HUH? PRETTY CUTE TOGETHER ALREADY!. OH, AND THIS TEMPLATE WAS MADE BY DUCK DUCK'S NOT A GOOSE

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FORGET ABOUT TOMORROW CAUSE TONIGHT
WE'RE DRINKING FROM THE BOTTLE

Ryder's fight for fame and his tendency to use people to get attention may have seemed desperate who caught on to what he was doing but he just knew that it was the easiest way to fast track your road to success if you knew how to play your cards and how to spin it, he never intended to just be that guy on that hot superstars arm, he had a plan, getting his face out there in the press, people asking who he was and where he came from would get his name and, more importantly his bands name out there. When people read in gossip mags that 'so-and-so's' new man candy is the lead singer of The Talks people went and googled to find out more info, and from there they ended up on their youtube page and from the sparked interest and the bump in hits on their songs, record labels starts to nosy around and show interest and from there it all just fell into place. Or so the plan was, of course, if it really needed to happen, depending on the connections any said girl had, they could put Ryder in touch more directly to record labels. In Ryder's eyes though, this was no desperate plee, his band was good, he was a good writer and arrogant as that may have been, it was also the truth, all they needed now was to be in the right place at the right time. And everyone knew the right place was where everyone could see you.

Being the naturally sleaze he was, one of the hardest things about these first few meetings of potential conquests was to not let his eyes go off on their own because no doubt if they did, they wander to all places they shouldn't and make him look like all he was after was a bit of ass. He didn't see why women got so offended by guys checking them out though, it was hard not to look and appreciate good things, it would be like standing in a gallery in front of a beautiful piece of art and looking at the frame for the whole time. Still, he made out that he respected this by concentrating on a girls face, looking at her, noticing her eyes and all of that crap they seemed to love. "I thought models were supposed to be beautiful and look good in the clothes they were paid to wear, but maybe that's just me. Because I'd say you're pulling that part of the model job off pretty well" saying she looked good in her clothes could have come off sleazy but the extra mention of the simple yet effective word beautiful was, or so he though from past encounters, what women would linger on. Not that she wouldn't have heard how beautiful she was before, over and over. It was the soft, complimentary way he worded it and said it that was supposed to make the difference. "Normal? I'm not quite sure if that's really a compliment or not, but I guess I'll take it as one" he joked. The reality, in this tiny sense, was that he was normal, from a normal amount of money, from a normal family, with a normal attitude to money and a normal sense of style that only delved into shirts and ties when it really called for it. With that he fiddled with his black tie a little, he always referred to them as a hang mans noose rather an a fashion accessory, they were his least favorite thing about dressing up.

Another smile sat on Ryder's lips as she explained that he was wrong to judge women all as though they prided themselves to much to wear something more than once "I'll make a mental note of that" again, he knew this, his sister was certainly one of these people for a start, plus your average girl could afford the novelty of that idea. He held back a smirk for himself as she bit at the whole family crap, he had a fairly average relationship with his family, him and his sister fought and competed over everything but they would both do anything for the other if it really came to it, his parents liked to lecture him about his bad life decisions and were constantly telling him they were disappointed about him dropping out of college but again, only because they cared about him. "She's 19 now, the times I'm talking about were more around when she was at high school." It was easier to at least tell half truths, his sister was indeed 19, "She's a pain in the ass, but I think that's just a sibling thing." he laughed "How about you? Any brothers or sisters?" to be honest, he really couldn't care less though you would never tell from the interested look on his face. He found himself laughing once again only a half fake one this time, "Okay, maybe that's not the only reason I'm talking to you." he confessed though they both knew that. He pulled a mock offended face himself at her comment about his being single being a good thing "So your glad I have no one to love, gee, thanks." it was a bad joke but it was supposed to be. "Well, I didn't really get you a drink, I ordered you a free one to replace the one you so kindly threw to me and I missed. I don't see any harm in that whether we had people or not. I mean, it's not like we're flirting or anything like that" the last part dripped with sarcasm and was followed by a wink. She seemed to be going for the funny guy act so why not carry on with the banter. "I'm a song writer, and in a band." he decided against making a joke about how she didn't recognize him.

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[isabelle bianca cartright]

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She smiled at him, this guy was very charming and knew just what to say. She felt herself blushing. Izzy was of course used to men paying her compliments but she still couldn’t help blushing, especially if the man paying her those compliments were drop dead gorgeous, which he was and Izzy was finding herself very attracted to him. She couldn’t help it though, she was completely drawn to him; like a moth to a flame….she looked down at the ground, smiling her beautiful, infectious smile. she couldn’t say that these events were her favourite things to do, but if she got to chat to handsome men then she was up for every single one, plus, she never said that she didn’t like them, she just never usually was the type of person who would go to these kind of events….well events at school. She would never have dreamed that she would be going to events like this. She occasionally looked back on how her life used to be and it was far from the life she had now. Her skin had cleared up, she had finally been able to get contacts, and she had learnt to dress well and even though she was still nerdy at heart she was so much more beautiful than she used to be,and so much more confident. She was a celebrity now, a national treasure. She had never been ugly but she certainly wasn’t all that attractive to many people in high school. well if I am pulling it off that means I am doing my job right she smiled at him. she was taking in his charm and didn’t see his sleazy side right now, which may have been a downfall of hers but she was still pretty innocent, she didn’t usually pick up on things such as that. Well, it was suppose to be a compliment she told him with a smile. Honestly she meant it as a compliment. There were so many people being fake and abnormal at these events, she always appeared down to earth to whoever she was speaking to, or at least she hoped that she did. Isabelle probably wasn’t like other models in many ways, but maybe people saw that as a bad thing. she wondered if she should explain why it was a compliment and opened her mouth to speak. At these types of events you never know whether people are genuine or not because they act so fake and….well abnormal. They make a big deal about nothing and expect you to go along with it. she rolled her eyes. It may have seemed that she hated the events but that wasn’t the case. She was actually having a very nice time, especially getting to talk to Ryder. It may not be about Politics, current affairs or anything like that, but when she was at these type of events who wanted to talk about that kind of thing anyway? not many people at the event she was at that evening that was for sure. I guess it’s just nice to talk to someone who isn’t more into what they look like than the person they are talking to she tols him honestly with a shrug. Why was she being so honest? Well honesty never hurt anyone, she had always been told by her parents that ‘honesty was the best policy’ and she was someone who stuck to it most of the time. Her parents had been strict with her and she may have bent the rules once or but never enough to disrespect them so much. She grinned at him Should I make a mental note so I can quiz you for next time? she teased. Izzy could be quite playful when she wanted to be, she often came across innocent but at the same time she wasn’t, which had a lot of guys falling for her in a big way. She sort of knew what she was doing but sometimes she wasn’t always that much aware. She was completely unaware though of Ryder’s intentions and the fact that he wasn’t being as genuine as he seemed to be, but then again….right now she had no clue so she wasn’t wasting time thinking about it, although when it came to love she was careful and didn’t always jump straight in, but she often found herself falling for guys quickly. She smiled yeah I have a sister, she is twenty years old and she is still like that, I think she envies that I am a model. She is very into fashion, she always was to be honest. she said with a nod. She and her sister got along just like any other sibling relationship. There were good and bad points to their relationship. She liked it when she was younger because she would take her places, now she just wanted to be with her friends most of the time. She did make time for Izzy occasionally though so they could have a movie night and sometimes have pizza. She loved her sister dearly and kind of wished that they could spend more time together because sometimes it didn’t seem like they spent enough time together, she knew that their parents had watched with her sister more closely and had been stricter on some things and that had put a strain on their friendship, but now it was fine, and since she was in student accommodation she could do what she liked. Well good, I should think so she said when he admitted it wasn’t the only reason he was talking to her. she rolled her eyes at the bad joke and laughed it off. oh, yes that is very true she nodded and then laughed Flirting? No, of course not she said laughing it off as if the idea was stupid. LISTEN UP! THIS POST IS FOR TARNIE/RYDER. IT HAS 975 WORDS. SHE IS CURRENTLY WEARING THIS. BY THE WAY, THEY ARE AWESOME HUH? PRETTY CUTE TOGETHER ALREADY!. OH, AND THIS TEMPLATE WAS MADE BY DUCK DUCK'S NOT A GOOSE

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[ryder justin wildes]

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FORGET ABOUT TOMORROW CAUSE TONIGHT
WE'RE DRINKING FROM THE BOTTLE

It was a shock to anyone that really knew the guy that he had actually managed to keep a steady relationship going before now, a real one where he was as much himself as he ever could be and she some how managed to look past the manipulative, scheming, arrogant pig he was. She knew him for who he was but managed to pull out the best in him, so much that he had even loved her in some unconventional sort of way, and he still did to that day, as his best friend. It wasn't a fact he shared with many of his conquests and she wasn't someone he really introduced in his short lived relationships, people didn't get it, girls hadn't ever been good at wrapping their hear around the fact he was still that close with his ex so it was just easier to not let them cross paths. Of course, that had it's hitch's too, when one girl he had been with caught him hanging with Morgan she instantly thought he was cheating, made a huge scene and he never heard from her again. Not that he hadn't cheated on said girl he had never really been interested in. Just not with Morgan. He knew what he had with Morgan was weird though, she was sweet as anything and he was nasty as hell, she was easy going, he had a temper over everything, in fact, the only thing they really had in common was their love for having fun and the fact they didn't really give a fuck about anything.

'you are definitely doing something right' real Ryder sleaze voice said in his head but that thought stayed just there, unvoiced so it wasn't able to screw up the foundation he was laying out with Izzy. In full blown manipulation mode or not, he still couldn't help but notice just how good she managed to look in that dress and noticing that made automatic player compliments run through his head, he just had a unique and advanced filter that only let the lies and the half truths come out. In a way he got what she meant without an explanation why him being normal was a compliment but he let her go ahead and clear the confusion up "That's good, I always thought normal meant boring" to him it sure did, normal was average and average was boring, he liked extraordinary things, he would pick a wild night out over a quite night in every night, to him normal was old, the same old same old, he like new and different, normal was dull, nothing about him was dull past the average clothes he wore and his average pay check. Still her explanation made him have to hold in a small chuckle at the irony of the use of the word fake. Normal he may not have been but he was about as fake as Pamela Anderson's knockers and the fact she was going on about how anti-fake he was pretty funny though he couldn't really laugh at this, not until later anyway. "Yeah, I get that, I never feel like I fit in at these parties, everyone is trying so hard to out do everyone else they're like completely different people. Honestly, I only come for the free booze. I know someone who knows someone" and by that, he meant one of his old, and didn't hate him, friends with benefits was now the bimbo on the managers arm. That said, Ryder had a someone everywhere he needed them when it came to these parties, it was almost like he planned it that way.

Ryder smiled and shrugged "You could have a go, though my mental notes don't last long so I may fail the quiz." he admitted, that was kind of true, especially when he had been knocking back a forgotten amount of Jack Daniels and Coke since he arrived. Not that he was really feeling drunk, or acting it, alcohol, unless he really hit it hard, didn't seem to effect him like that, he didn't get drunk unless he was throwing shots back and necking drink after drink, social causal drinking never seemed to catch up with him until he woke up the next morning and his memory was a little on the fuzzy side. "I don't envy you, I'm glad mine's passed that now, she's still a nightmare but not half as bad as she used to be." he explained, his sister always had been a nightmare, again not a lie, she just wasn't that type. "I'm going to start thinking you spilled that drink on purpose if you carry on with this not flirting Missy" he joked taking a swig of his beer. He was aching for a cigarette but he didn't want to lose her in this crowd or lose her to the fact he smoke, he knew how temperamental and picky some famous girls were and how a bad habit like his nicotine addiction could send her running for the hills and unravel all the work he had just done.

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[isabelle bianca cartright]

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Isabelle wasn’t clueless when it came to relationships, she had been in a couple when she was in high school, they hadn’t worked out, but the one she had in college had lasted a whole lot longer. She’d thought he was the one, until he turned out that he would just rather go off and pursue his career than be with her…or care for her more like. He got way too into what he wanted for himself and not what they wanted for the two of them. She had loved him and it hadn’t been that long since she had broken up with him, well a few years, but still. She had dated around but she was careful with guys, she didn’t sleep with anyone she laid eyes on and that was often her downfall, if you could call it that. It was the fact that guys didn’t like waiting, they thought because she was a model that she would just give it to them straight away, just like that but that wasn’t the case. Guys often found that really weird, because they thought she would be easy, and that was why they dumped her. She had never implied that she wouldn’t do it with them though. She smiled No, normal is good she nodded It would be nice to be normal for a little while though, you know? I mean not having people follow me and take pictures and have men oogling me she laughed. She didn’t mind the attention but she still found it a little hard to deal with. She had been a little awkward as a teen because she was a nerd and didn’t have much guy attention. However she was in no way ugly, she had just blossomed since then….so much more, and because of that she’d got into modelling. She had to admit it was something she would never have expected, but when she’d gone for a test and trial she had really enjoyed it, the pictures had been beautiful and they had loved her, which was how she got sighed. Exactly, I totally feel like people are judging me as well, like ‘ooh look what she is wearing?’ you know….and not in a good way. More in a ‘oh look she has her boobs out’ she rolled her eyes I like that I can get away with this kinda thing, you know? she smiled and then listened to him talk about why he was here. Well that is handy she smiled saves money right? she said smiling. Now you have another reason to come to these kinda events she smiled. Hmm, well I might just do it anyway she smirked a little. See how much you were listening she grinned See, a lot of guys hear me talk but it doesn’t go in, because they are either staring at my face she said gesturing to her face or these she gestured to her boobs. It’s just rude, you know? she said then shook her head sorry, I just…. she shook her head again you know what? Forget it she said holding her hands out. She took a sip of her drink and finished it, leaning over to put it back on the bar. Oh yeah, well I think she will probably become a model at some point too she shrugged. She grinned Well I didn’t she smiled but would it be such a bad thing if I had done? she asked him I mean you ended up talking to me, we’re having a good conversation she shrugged and got the bartenders attention I’ll have another cosmo, and can you put it on his tab? she smiled then looked back at him You don’t pay for drinks she shrugged. LISTEN UP! THIS POST IS FOR TARNIE/RYDER. IT HAS 626 WORDS. SHE IS CURRENTLY WEARING THIS. BY THE WAY, THIS IS NOT FINISHED. OH, AND THIS TEMPLATE WAS MADE BY DUCK DUCK'S NOT A GOOSE

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