Post by ADRIANNA LAINE BRANT on Feb 22, 2011 6:28:37 GMT 6
A small grasshopper rested on a blade of grass. It sipped from a small dew drop before lifting its legs to play a morning song. It was accompanied by a lone firefly floating aimlessly in the wet Miami morning. The sun had yet to rise, but the city was full of life by this hour. Jokingly deemed the "hang over" hour, it was the time of day for walks of shame and unwashed patrons in the coffee houses.
At the steering wheel of a black Ford Focus, a green eyed girl waited for her light to turn. Though, currently her eyes were on the back of a CD cover. Scribbled on it were the names of Katy Perry songs and their corresponding numbers. She had not been particularly interested in borrowing the CD, and so she had put off listening. However, the hyperactive black hair beauty was opening the store today. She knew Kona would ask if she liked the CD, and so she unwilling placed the the silver disk into her car's player. Her attention was brought back to the traffic light with a shy beeping from a yellow buggy behind her. With a an apologetic smile and wave of her hand, she pushed her focus forward and turned toward he large Victoria's Secret building.
She could remember very well the fright Kona had given her when she nonchalantly called her. "Anna, I made you something. I wanna give it to you. I'm in the neighborhood, think you'd wanna get it?" She simply smiled at the time telling Kona she would love to, but when she found Kona with a doctor finishing up her stitches in a hospital ward she had to fight with great effort to maintain her smile. Now, she chuckled. Only Kona would think of her friend before going into get stitches on her head. Adrianna had scheduled Kona to open today, but she thought she stop by to be sure she hadn't dropped dead onto the floor.
Thankfully, when she peered through the glass doors Kona was be-bopping around as she put the perfumes in order of those she found most pleasurable. With a roll of her eyes, she let herself into quickly let Kona know she enjoyed the CD and was glad she was feeling well enough to come back to work. She hadn't been sure of what happened to Kona's head, and it was clear Kona did not want to speak of it. In the back of her mind, she remember her and Oliver fighting that same day. It had been particularly bad and she wondered if Oliver might have hit her. To be perfectly honest, Adrianna thought they were both idiots. Though, now she regretted letting Kona continue being...whatever she was to that boy.
Adrianna slid back into her car and waved to Kona. With a hand over hand turn, she drove toward a popular shaved ice cream spot on the boardwalk. The sun had finally come up and Adrianna was craving something moist and sweet. Today she was breaking all the rules of modeling. She lowered her shades over her eyes and stepped into the busy boardwalk. No one seemed to recognize her as she walked in a rather odd outfit toward the cotton candy and shaved ice. She bought a mix of all of the cotton candy flavors, shave ice flavors, and some sort of sugar powered cake. She ate a little of each before making her way to the crowded beach. She did attract several stares, but no one shouted her name or for some sort of photo op. with a signed beach towel.
Rianna kicked the sand around before plopping down at the water's edge. The ocean rushed up over the sneakers she had borrowed from Kona and the jacket she found at the thrift store. She took a big bite of shaved ice and went crossed eyed trying to see her tongue. She ate contently watching the bust beach goers. She was not Adriana Laine to them, just a blonde beach babe in an awkward outfit that look pretty damn hot on her. She kicked her wet, sandy shoe around trying to make a small pile before the waves hit her. She wondered if she looked hung over, or acted hung over to the people around her. Either way, she was enjoying her anti-model morning. She jut hoped no one recognized her...
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