sandy beaches, big dreams (open)

[samantha marie mackenna]

Sam's first goal when she turned 18 was to move out of her parents' house and away from their immediate control. They lived in a huge mansion in Massachusetts with her three other siblings in their elite mindsets and horrible attitudes towards other people. All Sam ever wanted was to live by the beach as far away as possible. She spent a decent amount of the money she received from her trust fund when she turned 18 on a decent sized cottage on the beach out of line from the paparazzi and constant barrage of people trying to get her attention.

Her house was situated in a small inlet of the beach hidden by two large hills of rocks. She had her own private beach that was partly connected to the beach on the other side of the rocks but she never saw anyone go past the rocks before. Decked out in her blue and white striped bikini, Sam laid out on her purple beach towel on the sand, soaking up the sun and relaxing after the latest issues with her parents trying to get her to move back to their compound two years after she finally got her independence from them.

Her eyes were shut with her headphones in her ears as she listened to the latest One Direction album, singing along to the song "What Makes You Beautiful" a lot louder than she realized since the music was playing so loud in her ears.

[stephanie jessi guillaume]

my head is spinning, so blow me one last kiss

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-image: url(http://i758.photobucket.com/albums/xx223/ka7raelizabeth/3346431062_dc458bf3d0-1.jpg); width: 388px; padding-top: 20px; padding-bottom: 20px;] — Finally, Stephanie had some time to herself, it has been press all over to interview her, take pictures with her, just a load of crap that she hated. She was here as a tourist, this wasn’t Luxembourg, she knew that she had some obligation too, she was a princess after all but couldn’t them give her a break? Just for a little while? It was tiring her up too much, she didn’t know how much of that she could take. After a long car walk she looked over to the side and told her chafer to stop. As he pulled the car over, she opened the door and stepped outside. The beach… it has been at least a year since she last saw the beach. In Luxembourg there is no beach close to where she lived and actually seeing it after that long time she felt even more overwhelmed then she already was. “Merci Alfred, pourriez-vous me chercher dans une heure ou deux?" she asked him. As he nodded she smiled at him and just closed the door behind her. Taking a deep breath she let the ocean breeze fill her lungs as she walked towards the sand. Taking her hell, who by the way were making her feet hurt so much, she started to put one feet after another on the sand feeling how warm and cozy it was. “Finally…” she murmured as she walked towards the water. As she got closer she started to hear a voice, that she thought she recognized. She started to follow the voice and climbed some rocks to see. As she hit the top she noticed a blonde girl just singing loudly. She chuckled a bit to see it was sam and how she remembered their aim conversation where she said steph should see her house. Climbing back down she almost ran towards the girl felling happy to see a family face that could understand her. “sam… sam…” she called out but she realized she was hearing music too loud, so steph put herself in front of the sun covering most of sam’s body. “sam… hey!” she said again hoping this time she would hear her.

tagged: sam | outfit: baaam | notes: woot woot

credit to kara of caution, shine, & atf.

[samantha marie mackenna]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; background-color: #343434; padding:20px; border-top: 10px #af9390 solid; border-bottom: 10px #af9390 solid;] repair your broken wings ( WORDS ) WORDS ( TAGGED ) STEPH ( STATUS ) COMPLETE Sam didn't have many friends. People heard her name and were afraid of what her family could do or they would know how famous she was and only be interested in her because of the fame. It was hard to find people you could trust either way. She had met a few people since she moved to LA and those people were her support system. Steph and Sam had met a few months prior at a charity function and immediately became friends. They bonded so well and always talked about anything that was on their minds. Sam heard someone talking to her and opened her eyes to see Steph standing in front of her. "Oh hey! How are you? How did you find my house?" she said, sitting up on the towel and standing up to give the other girl a hug. "Sorry if I smell bad. I have suntan lotion all over me," she said with a laugh and looked around on the rocks to see if anyone else had noticed Steph come over and got curious. Luckily, no paparazzi or random people were around. She looked out on the water and saw people going past in sailboats enjoying the sun. The most relaxing part about living on the beach was having the ocean right there. The sun was shining down on the water and was making the water glitter as the waves moved back and forth. As Sam was watching the water, she remembered about her concert coming up. "Oh, hey. I have a concert coming up. Are you coming backstage and hanging out like last time?" Steph was one of the few people who consistently tried to join Sam backstage at her shows. Steph helped her pick out her outfits for the post-concert meet and greets whenever she came to her shows. any and all notes can go here

table by CALIFORNIA DREAMING of CAUTION 2.0, lyrics by maroon 5