Post by stella mccartney, on Jan 23, 2008 1:07:45 GMT -5
i don't want this moment to ever end ,,
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At the begining of Stella and Dexter's conversation she vaguely recalled saying that she couldn't sleep and it was infact three in the morning. It was a typical thing for this to happen to her, being so tired she couldn't remember what she thought, much less what she said. Though she was pretty positive she said it. About a half an hour ago, it was three in the morning, and she really cuold not sleep, but now it was three thirty, and she was ready to pass out. Had she truly just agreed to go out at this hour? It wasn't that she didn't live going out, but she just never was one for actually leaving at three am. But Dexter must have had some sort of effect on her to cause her to be up this late, and to even get to into going out. And she did remember that she didn't even give him a hassle about going, she was actually quite reluctant towards it. Ivory teeth were nawing at her cotton t-shirt. She was bored and it was a habbit, and for some odd reason, she learned to do that other than chomp on food. Staring blankly in a phase at the computer screen she receited in clicking the red exit button in the top right corner, and placed her labtop on the nightstand. Thank God her mother and uncle had paid for her to get a solo dorm, that was the least they could do, and at times like these she didn't want to have a roommate.
Her heavy eyelids were continuously drooping to the point where her head was rested gently against the wall in attempt to help hold it up. Then all of the sudden she heard people laughing, and it wasn't just a few people it was like the audience of a comedy show laughing. A smile too played across her face as she joined in on the laughter. A sudden jolt of the head to the left showed her she was doing nothing other than dozing off, literaly, and she looked at the clock and it hadn't been for just a few minute's but for fifteen, and in a time like this she didn't really have fifteen minutes to spare. Within a matter of second's she shot off of the dorm room bed, and headed into her bathroom. Told ya the luxuries of having your own room! She had showered earlier in the night, so all she needed to do was find an outfit and touch herself up a bit. Stella's small but desicive hand turned the nob on the sink let the water heat up and used some nar's refreshing face wash, who knew it really worked. Well it did, she wasn't completely awake, but she was really instantly refreshed and she needed to get her ass moving to be ready on time. Stella had been trying to work on that, not making people wait for her. All she had to do was pull her pony-tail out of her hair shake her head a few times, and her hair was naturally fine, same was almost done for her face, but instead of shaking it she just added some mascara and blush. The hardest part was yet to come, and that would be to step into her magnificent closet and find the perfect outfit. It wasn't as easy as it sounded. There was so much to chose from, but it had to fit the occasion perfectly. It wasn't really much of an "occasion" but for Stella everything was important and she had to always look her best. After staring for too long at certan outfits she finally chose a dress, courtesy of Marc Jacobs, with a pair of black tights. Black dress and black tights you could never go wrong with.
Stella McCartney was ready in pretty much record time. Being under such great pressure she didn't think she'd be able to do it, but she did. And in her opinion she didn't even look rushed or anything. Dexter was scheduled to be there in less than five minutes at this point, so she opened up the small personal fridge and grabbed a redbull. She didn't really like the taste, but she needed to wake up, Cringing as she sipped it, it didn't really work all as well as she wanted it too. She thought that maybe it would be an entire energy boost, but it was far from there. Though she was more awake than she had been a little while ago. After a good three or four sips of it Stella couldn't bare the taste and chucked it in her garbage can. A recent change of event in the night helped add onto Stella's new found anticipation for the night, she could not wait to get out. One of the mad prop's of living in dorms was the curfew issue. Sure, you were supposed to be home at a decent hour, but no one actually listened. If she were at home there was no way in hell that Stella would have been allowed to leave at this hour, though she would have done it behind her parents backs without a doubt.
NOT DONE !
closed for dexter morrisey ,,
