the layout was inspired by one of little red.'s sets. i hope it's okay. i really adore your sets. (:
i was tagged by the wonderful taylor of LuxeCouture♥ who tagged me in her gorgeous set: http://www.polyvore.com/youve_never_tried_then_youll/set?id=31952486
In this challenge you have to make a set with an item from the set that you’ve been challenged in.
I used that that quote: " the naked truth is always better than a well dressed lie." which is quite clever and i like. (:
-Your favorite lyrics: probably the dog days are over by florence + the machine.
-Your favorite designer: hm, i'm not really sure of just one but i like isabel marant, chanel and i can't think of anymore right now!
-Your favorite color: i don't really have one but one i really like nowadays is orange. (:
After that, challenge 5 polyfriends :
- couture' used to be eden
- little red.
- polaroids & glitter
you don't have to but it would be nice. (:
i'll have a story up for one event or another soon. two birds, one stone. except no dead birds. (:
28th: It's prom night. Prom's going to be at an abandoned castle-type building across the lake. Everybody's excited, and everybody has a date...don't they?
( this is the day of the prom. i'll post a set and story of the actual one asap! (: )
drowsy and bruised, i woke from a night-after's sleep. ugh, probably had a drink too many last night, i thought. this was the result. she guided my sleepy body apart from the feather white sheets slowly and placed my feet onto the ground beside the bed.
at least i didn't have pain from shoes with too-tall of heels that usually accompanied these kind of days. where were they anyway?
all of last night's events rushed back to my head with the strength of a tsunami. taking off the too-dressy necklace... hiding my shoes behind some books... a drunk cara... weston... i remember now! just for to be sure, i snuck her hand into my dress' pocket and sure as day, a black and white necklace was there.
quiet little snores were played out by raquel like a metronome in the background. a breath in, a breath out. i could tell she had quite an eventful night. a clear vodka bottle still resting beside her on the mattress.
without a noise, i crept to the sleeping figure, easing the bottle from under raquel's pale hand. after placing the bottle in the trash bin, i pulled raquel's blankets properly over her small form.
i wouldn't dare to do this kind of thing while she was conscious due to the risk of bodily harm but with her under a deep cover of dreams, i was safe.
i made her way to her closet and drawers of clothes with silent, controlled movements. i opened each door and drawer without a creak or slightest slam. i picked out an outfit and slipped into the articles of clothing, shedding last night's dress. she shrugged my backpack onto her bare shoulders before leaving raquel to her sleep and awaiting hung over.
i was on a misson, a quest. a quest to retrieve my lost shoes and a few other things too. she was quite fond of the shoes and i was going to find them no matter what stood in my way.
i exited the christopher dormitory and onto the school grounds. the ground was still moist from the morning's dew, the platforms on my feet sinking down a few centimetres with every step forward.
i soon reached her wanted destination to find a trashed pigsty in it's place.
the usual result of most parties organised by kate, sage and the rest of their followers.
i ventured through the jungle of paper cups, abandoned jeans and liquor bottles as one would of a beach shore scattered with syringes and tetanus-y nails: carefully. i stepped through the rubble towards of where i remembered the bookcase to be. alcohol seemed to be quite a good memory eraser.
"looking for these?"
his voice made me jump right off the solid, dirty ground. i spun around and found my beloved pair of electric blue pumps in a pair of very familiar hands.
"where'd you find them?"
"in the possession of some st dymphna's girl. somebody wants your shoes."
"you should really be careful where you place your things, jen. its dangerous."
"really. next time you won't have me to rescue them."
"from what? the terrible fate of being worn on somebody else's smelly toes?"
i laughed again, my hair thrown back, loudly.
he handed them to me over a small gathered hill of beer cans. i tucked them away into the safety of my bag.
"thank you weston."
"well, i better get going. things to do."
"wait, don't you have to repay me with a token of your gratitude?"
he stood there with his wonderful clear eyes and wonderful diamond white smile. more knight in shining armour than you could ever ask for.
"alright. what can i do for you?" sounding like a check out chick than myself.
"allow me to take you the ball."
my heart blossomed and pounded with overwhelming emotion.
trust ol' logic kicked in.
"i can't take no for an answer, you see, jensen. it's the law."
"what kind of country do you live in, weston?"
"the same as yours but since i have saved your shoes from a terrible, terrible fate, i overrule all no's i may receive."
"i'll be at your door at 7!" he sang out as i left for the door.
a tiny little smile played on my lips. i was happy.
i continued on, still on my quest. i felt a little like dora as i did, with my backpack and all. all i needed was a monkey with wellingtons at my side.
i stopped for a moment and dug out my ipod and placed the ear phones in.
it was only a song later that i was knocking at caralynn's door.
"cara? it's jensen."
without an answer, i let herself in cautiously, anxious of what i'd find. from what i had a glimpse at yesterday, this morning would not be pretty for one caralynn vetter.
there was an enunciated groan heard from the depths of brittany and cara's dorm. i peered through the door, expecting caralynn to be flung across her bed, completely hungover.
caralynn vetter sat crosslegged upon her made up bed sheets with her laptop at her lap.
"no, no, no!"
"good to see you too, cara!"
"i don't mean you. sorry jen. hello jen."
"what's up? are you okay from last night?"
"an hung over is tolerable but this!"
she turned her laptop around for me to see. the browser was on youtube, on a specific video.
in short, it was quite a long film of a very tipsy caralynn, stumbling onto boy's laps and slurring out her words.
"exactly! my mother is going to freak!"
i scrolled down to see who was the director of this lovely home movie.
"well, at least you know your target for revenge?"
the actual prom will be posted tomorrow! comment 'peace after the storm' if you read the story (: also, feel free to include jensen whenever and wherever. i hope you don't mind that i included a few people too!