Post by leah peyton winters on Jan 5, 2013 12:38:16 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,10,true][atrb=style, background-color: #fff; width: 505px; border-top: 10px #95D9DE solid, bTable]  ☼ sunshine YOU CAN BE MY "amber!" she sang this out loudly, laughing at almost everything. her red lips were stretched across pearly white teeth, as she couldn't contain her happiness. er.. fake happiness. she swayed slightly at the doorstep, before pounding on the door for another thousandth time. she felt like she had been standing there for hours, when in reality, leah had been swaying back and forth for only about three minutes. she grinned at amberly's neighbors, who should have recognized this bright, brilliant blonde by now, waving obnoxiously. why would their opinions matter to her? she winked as they stared at her, knowing fully well that her outfit accompanied with her obviously tipsy nature was distracting.. or attracting attention, rather. ah, leah. always, always, always tipsy. she sung out loudly, giggling afterwards, not even remembering anything close to actual lyrics. her head was starting to spin, but perhaps that was just from the lack of air. she had arrived her in much worse condition before, and everyone knew it. "amber, come on! stop having wild, rough, sex and tend to meee!" she whined. normally, she was more conservative than that, at least verbally, but the alcohol was kicking in and beginning to make her thought processes go fuzzy. of course, amberly was too well reserved for anything close to this accusation, but leah got a kick out of the reactions from the neighbors, tossing a few waves all around once more, making hand gestures towards the door, accompanied by shrugs. oh, yes. leah was quite an embarrassment. with a sigh, she sat down on the doormat, folding one leg over the other rhythmically. she began to dig through her too small purse, searching for a cellphone that she could never seem to locate quickly in these situations. her eyebrows knit together as she pushed through tubes of lip gloss and packages of tissues, searching for the tiny device that she would use to drag amber outside. sure, the girl was clearly occupied. perhaps it was something to do with her daughter. but, of course, leah was buzzed and acting selfish. with a huff, she extracted the phone from the jumble of makeup and dialed amberly's number, turning to pound on the door as she did so. if amber really was doing something with a guy, then leah was about to add some excitement. either way, she knew that she was the spice in amberly's life.. which wasn't always a good thing. |
