like a drug in the water, stella!

[dexter morissey]

amped up on prescription pills

dexter edvard morissey
that brought my heart to a stop

Dexter’s day was turning out very shitty. He was hung over once again from a party he’d been to the night before. He’d gotten high and drunk and now he was suffering the side effects. Dexter got hung over a lot, but at least today he had an off day from both work and school. He had only gotten out of bed that morning because he had woken up having to puke and he couldn’t go back to bed afterward. He told the girl who was in his bed to go home and then showered and got dressed for the day. He put some shades on and walked down stairs to the kitchen where he found his mother flirting with the hot young cook. He rolled his eyes hidden by his shades and grabbed some shit out of the fridge and handed them to the cook, “Make me something for a hangover.” He was being rude to the dude; he didn’t like when all the young people who worked in his house flirted with his mother so that they could fuck her and get a raise. It pissed him off. Yet he was totally ok with him sleeping with the young maids and getting them raises. Dexter was a bit of hypocrite sometimes. Actually a lot of the time.

Dexter watched as the stupid cook made him a hang over remedy and then continued to flirt with Dex’s mother. Dex rolled his eyes once more and then took his drink and sauntered into the living room. He plopped down on the couch and flipped on the TV. He watched MTV for an hour before it started to piss the shit out of him and then he started to flip through tons of channels till he was thoroughly bored of TV. He got up from the couch and threw the cup in the sink and grabbed a sweater and a set of keys. He then called the limo driver and told him to meet him in front of the building. He got into the limo and sat in the back seat listening to music and smoking a cigarette. He then told Bert, his limo driver, to drop him off at sounds of the universe. He felt like buying some music or something. He was not enjoying today and his head felt like it was going to explode, he wasn’t sure it was such a great idea for him to go into a music place where they pumped music loud over the speakers. He didn’t really care though; he popped some pain pills and fell a sleep shortly on the way to radio days. The limo door open to shine light on his face, but he didn’t wake up until Bert tapped his foot lightly. Dexter squinted with pained eyes and then nodded, he got out of the car and stretched a bit. He then looked around the streets of London before his eyes landed on the music store in front of him. He buttoned his sweater and walked through the glass doors.

Dexter would spend the next hour listening to cd’s and deciding if he wanted to buy the cd or just puke all over the place. He sat on some of the comfy couches while he listened the music that played overhead and even bought about ten cd’s. He then sat around a bit bored. He wanted to leave, but he didn’t have anywhere to go, and he didn’t want to get off of the couch that his butt was currently indenting. He sighed lightly and looked around the music place. He felt so very lonely and that was not a feeling that Dexter would admit to feeling, but he was currently feeling very lonely and wished that one of his very few loved ones would show up. He knew that it was a hundred to none, but he still hoped that a friend of his would pop up at sounds of the universe. He doubted it would happen, but a guy could dream right? He felt like a pathetic bum, hoping a friend of his would pop out of thin air and actually keep him company. God was he thinking in a very naive fashion. He groaned lightly and looked at the cd’s that he’d bought, he then pulled his phone out of his pant’s pocket and started to text a couple of friends, asking if they wanted to hangout and get drunk or something. So far no replies. He leaned against the back of the couch and closed his eyes, listening to music over head. Luckily it was playing mellow music.

[stella mccartney,]

stella mccartney

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my heart always seems to know
now take the glitz back, i want the soul instead



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'NAN you're a window shopper, taking a look but you never buy, nan you're a window shopper, you won't pick it up if it's over a fiver, non you're a window shopper get on the bus 'cause you still can't drive, nan you're a window shopper Mad as fuck, only just alive' the words to her favorite song playing delicately in her ears. The lips of hers with moving with those of what Lily Allen's would have been if he were in the same room. Bouncing her leg impatiently outside the corner café was Stella McCartney. People cluttered the streets of London. People scoping was fairly amusing to do but it got old when Juliet, who couldn’t find mean enough words to say of a murderer found something great about each and every person who walked by. Removing one of her earphones she picked up the crystal tea filled glass and took a small sip of the bittersweet tea. Turning up the music dial on her iPod Stella was becoming more and more impatient her left leg now bouncing faster and faster up and down was sending the clicking sound of her high heeled shoe throughout the patio.

FRIENDS tended to float in different directions at some point during the day. All of her friends today were out elsewhere. Stella had never been one to let her happiness rely on what anyone else was doing or their actions either for that matter. Family, when Stella thought of her family a bitter laugh was released from the brunette's pliable pink lips. The mother and uncle of her were most likely doing something completely unnecessary with their money, her little brother Henry and little sister Lucile who would have gladly wanted to spend time with their older sister but Stella had her mind set on what she was going to do today. And that was to get her mind away from everything that had been going on in her life. Her mother and uncle were riding on her very last nerve, the sight of the two was enough to make her vommit. When she was alone with them she tended to have a fit and throw something. It was childish, but it got her point across, and if that is what it took, then so be it.

THE small hands of the distressed girl fingered carelessly into her purse. Before she put the purse down she reached in and took out her cell phone and dialed Mimi's number quickly. The number was memorized because the two were pretty much attached at the hip. If they weren't together, they were always talking. Tapping her finger on the back of her cell phone as she held it up to her ear phone free ear she waited for Mimi to answer. But she was greeted by her answering maching. "Where the hell are you? Call me!" She exclaimed into her friend and threw her phone back into her purse. This was just wonderful. All alone, pissed off, and nothing to do.

PRACTICALLY ripping the only ear phone left out she shoved her iPod in the bag as well. Once up from the chair Stella pulled down her pink sweater to make it a little longer and wiped some bread crumbs off of her navy skirt and leggings. Picking up her purse from the ground she laid the money for the bill down on the table and began walking quickly towards the tower. Her navy blue patent leather high-heel lace up booties with suede trim clanked loudly with each step she took. If you had seen a model on the runway you would know that Stella walked the sidewalks as if she was still on the cat walk. She wasn't a model, never would be, but she knew how to strut herself. It was a chilly day in London today the windshield made the air feel far cooler than it should have felt and these were just the later signs of winter. Wrapping both of her arms around herself and over her chest she ran her hands up and down her own arms for heat.

AFTER a block and half long walk that felt like miles Stella finally saw one thing that could guaruntee help her get over her present sense of boredom. Sounds of the Universe, that was a place that Stella had never stepped in before. It wasn't that she didn't like music, because she did, but she was more of an iTunes girl, not record/CD girl. There was nothing wrong with it, but it wasn't her. The only reason that she chose to step into the joint was because of one familiar face she saw in there. Dexter Morrisey, how perfect. If Stella had been told to be stuck on a desert island with one person, Dex would deffinietly be a top runner up for that person. The two clased so perfectly, and when they were together it was always eventful. She stepped in and crept up closer to Dexter. Luckily, there was no one on the couch next to him, so she sat down. "Best night of your life, at your service" She said with a smirke as she placed a kiss on his cheek and sat down next to him. Maybe she wouldn't sleep with him, but that didn't mean she wasn't still the best night of his life.



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[dexter morissey]

dexter edvard morissey
that brought my heart to a stop

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Dexter was having a hard time not falling asleep on the couch that his butt was plastered to. He closed his eyes as the soft music filled his ears. He should really just get up and get some more records and cds and what not, either that or go home. But home was so fucking boring; there was NOTHING – and nobody – to do at home. He sighed a rather forlorn sigh and opened his eyes and looked around the finely decorated building that he was sitting in. He enjoyed Sounds of the Universe. It was a nice place to drink coffee and listen to great old music. The couches were comfortable a vintage, the decor was quite lovely. It was rustic and vintage and very nice looking. He liked vintage, as much as a man can. He was actually very vintage himself. He loved things that were born in the 50’s and 80’s and all the years between. He liked older looking clothes, hence his old man sweater. He’s a lot like all the English men in London. Everything and everyone – should at least – love vintage. It’s pretty much the best kind of fashion and culture ever. Anywho, enough about vintage. Even though I could go on and on about vintage fashion and culture, I should move on with my post about Dexter Morissey.

Dexter got up from his couch, walked over to the coffee booth and ordered another coffee and then bought a couple more records before he sat down on the couch again and started to sift through his merchandise. He then continued to listen to the music pumping above him and texting some of his friends who’d texted him back as he finished his coffee. No one could hang out and her was seriously wasting his time just sitting there doing nothing but drinking coffee and texting people who couldn’t chill with him. He cleared his throat and wished that his day wasn’t so shitty. He knew he should have made plans for today – his one day off this entire week – instead of playing it by ear, cause obviously his ear sucked. Normally it wasn’t very hard for Dexter to find people to hangout with him, but the one day that he had his whole day off had to be the one-day that no one could hang out. Sometimes life seemed so unfair it just wasn’t fair. Oh well, Dexter would most likely end up getting high and then hitting a club later, so now was just his chill time he supposed. He was trying to be positive. Something that Dexter didn’t do very well. He hated positive people, they bugged the shit out of him with all that ‘life is great’ shit. It made Dexter want to punch them in the faces. Dexter was more of life is stupid, you got to try and have fun where ever and however you can. Even if it causes other people pain. Mental pain anyway, Dex didn’t often cause people physical pain.

Dexter was just about to get up and move on his way after he’d gulped down the rest of his coffee – which was cold by now – and closed his phone, planning to ignore any texts that came in, unless they were someone interesting that is. He was being lazy and just sitting there preparing his lazy body to get up when someone small and bouncy sat down next to him and planted a kiss on his cheek. He smirked slightly as he heard the girl speak, he could recognize that voice anywhere, “Stella McCartney, you are a lifesaver.” His mellow voice sounded so smooth and chill that it was like marble. He looked over at the girl and smirked at her, his devilish smirk that he only gave people he liked, or that he wanted to toy with. Stella was a strange one for Dexter; Stella was a mix of the two. He then leaned in to the girl, his lips inches from the girl’s ear, “Are you finally turning to the dark side?” he pulled back slightly so that he could look into the girl’s eyes and continued to smirk at the girl that he so desperately wanted to get into the pants of. Dexter liked to sleep with each and every hot girl that he came across, and Stella was definitely one that he’d been dying to slip into for about two years now. Stella was a friend of Dexter’s and he didn’t often think of his friends in the manner that he thought of Stella in, but he really wanted Stella, he wasn’t even sure what it was. Maybe it was the whole untouchable virtue thing. He wasn’t sure, but whatever it was, it drove him wild.

no, THAT was the worst post ever.

[stella mccartney,]

stella mccartney

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my heart always seems to know
now take the glitz back, i want the soul instead



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MANY people would have thought, that in a place like London, there would be constantly something to do. In a sense there was, but in a sense those people were completely wrong. Time was just one big facade and in sometime's London was the most brilliant place in the world, and at other times, London was whether boring. Summer's seemed to be the funnest, because school was out, so people were constantly out trying to find something to do, or a party to go to. And that was fun, what more could you ask for? It was high-school, and that was just a part of it. Stella wished that she was back in New York, it was her home, and as cliche as it sounded, home is where the heart is. But that could basically be said about anyone judging their constant habitat. The prime example would be that when you live one place, you hate it, but you look into another world, and it looks amazing, you just feel the need to be there. So that being said, they day that Stella ever made it back to New York she'd probably wish to be back in London again. The saying was true, you can't be damned if you do, and screwed if you don't. Because it just didn't end up working out the way you wanted it too.

IN the mean time Stella just had to try and make her best of her time here. There was really nothing not to love when it came down to it, other than preference. She had Mimi here, who she was pretty positive she would not be able to live without, and Icarus, who even though she hadn't seen she had a feeling that he was present, which was enough, and there was Casper, who she would miss terribley if she was gone, and then there was Dexter. Hah, she could have lived without him if she really wanted too, but he was so entertaining, and out of all of her friends he was probably the best one she could even choose to be around. As horrible as it sounded, it was nice to have someone else so badgering. All of her friends were extremely nice, and if anything they were way too nice to even be friends with Stella. Luckily, she wasn't rude to her friends, she just was rude to people she didn't care to know, or she just did not like for various reasons. And with Dex on her side it was like an unstoppable team. If ever attacked by the two, it would not be pretty for the opposing party, and that is a fact. "Or so I've been told, but I can't seem to save myself, which makes me wonder how I end up saving people like you." She said with a smirk as she placed herself beside him on the couch.

ONE place Stella never hoped to enter was, "the dark side" as Dexter had so geniously called it. The girl may drink allot, too much for her own good even, but there were certain things that were just unacceptable to her, and that she'd never do. Those were the things that made the dark side, "the dark side." Sex and drugs basically were just not very Stella. The sex was for various reasons, but to sum it up, people only got more attached and hurt afterwards, it took away a certain essence she had, and to top it all off, not much of anything lasted for ever anymore. And as for drugs they had completely ruined Stella's family, and if in the case she ever touched a set, that would be the worst thing she could ever in her life do. "How did you know. Did the bad girl outfit give it away?" She asked while rolling her hazel orbs at him. Obviously her outfit was not making it look like she was turning to the bad side. It was whether classy, a nice cardigan, with a oxford, shorts, and tights.

THERE was something Stella did basically every somewhat new place she did. If she was completely new with the place, she would eye the surroundings until she understood them completely. Analyzing the people that stepped in and out, looking at hte interior design, and seeing how the staff managed to run the place. She did it to get a good idea of where she was and to make sure her habitat was correct. And if she was only a little bit familar with the place she would look into it until she understood it completely. It wasn't the first time Stella had been here, but it was pretty close to the first time. So there she was, finding herself looking into everything. A man walking in hand in hand with his wife, but it was already evident that he was an ass. You could tell by the wife's vivid attempts to show him things, and he would just give her a horrid look and ignore her, yet smile at the seventeen year old girl working the counter. The world was comming to a crazy place in her opinion, and nothing could stop it.

CURIOSITY was said to kill the cat. Maybe it didn't truly kill the cat, but it did get the best of people. "So, if you don't mind me asking, is there a reason you look like complete shit today?" She asked eying him down. It wasn't that he really looked like shit, because Stella actually found him to be very attractive, and didn't think he ever really looked bad, though she would never tell him that. But it was evident that he was hung over, and it must have been from a party, that her best friend did not invite her too.

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