DON'T YOU EVER GROW UP

[candice a. bludd]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,10,true][atrb=style,background-image: url('http://i53.tinypic.com/wb98wn.jpg');,true] WHO NEEDS PICTURES ! In the middle of the Gryffindor girls’ dorm there was a box of crayons. In front of the box of crayons laid a body of a blonde girl, eyes not averting from the variety of colors to choose from for even a moment. No crayon had been removed from the box, and Candice Bludd had yet to even touch one. Typically the Bludd girl wouldn’t have crayons in her possession, though recently she had met a girl named Arya Wallece. The girl was a Gryffindor like she was. The two of them had hit it off quite well and when Candice had found out she liked art, she had found the crayons in front of her and started to examine them to find out what was so fascinating about them. An hour into her staring session, she still didn’t see it. Candice’s personal fetish was for human food. The fact that she couldn’t really taste anything but dirt attracted her. Weird, yes, but true. Candice had learned to accept that it wouldn’t taste “normal” to her but it did taste like a different kind of dirt each time, so at least she could say as much. Before the vampire had sat down and stared intensely, she had went over to the owlery and sent out a letter to her new found friend. The letter read like this: arya Hey there girly! I have come across a box of beautiful colored crayons and I want to draw with you later on. Is the field alright? I’ve always loved it out there. People are always so active. Though I guess you may have to concentrate. Do you have to? I’m going to say that you do, so we can go in about an hour in a half if that’s alright with you? It’s not too busy at this time of day.. or morning. What would you call it? Anyways, I’ll see you then. Bring whatever you need, but I’ve got the crayons covered! Don’t worry about those. candice PS: I’m girl that complimented your candy collection, which you found out because of the fact that I’m a vampire. Not a human-wizard/witch or whatever you like to be called! So yeah. Okay. Tata for now friend! It hadn’t taken her long to write with how fast she could move her hand, and the whole time she had been writing it a huge smile had been spread across her face. Candice loved writing letters. There was something about waiting for a response that exhilarated her. Getting up for the first time since she had laid down on the floor, Candice picked up the square package of crayons from the ground and simply exited the girls’ dorm as if she hadn’t been there for so long doing nothing. Candice had a lot of energy, even for a vampire, so right when she had left the door the vampire raced through the school, making her way around and through people who were in her path. Going outside, she did a few laps around the campus before finally slowly to a walk and heading back towards the field. Not even breathing heavy, Candice smiled big as she arrived at her destination. Glancing around, the field was huge. Any sport that somebody could ever want to play was possible here. There was a Quidditch field, a soccer field, a running track for those who liked long routes- because yes, any sport did include muggle choices as well. Picking the track out of all places, Candice had made sure to check if anybody was using it. Currently, nobody was so she used this to her advantage and sat down, placing the box of crayons back down on the ground. This instead, however, she opened it up and examined the colors. Which did she want to take out of its place? ”Pink!”

[/b] she exclaimed, not caring in the least bit who was around her. The Gryffindor was always in her own world. What people thought of her wasn’t a worry at any time. The Gryffindor girls’ favorite color was pink, and there wasn’t a day where you wouldn’t find the color somewhere in her wardrobe. Today it was as simple as her nails. Both her finger and toenails had been painted a dark shade of pink, though not dark enough to be red. That just wouldn’t do! Placing it on the track, she looked at it for a moment, starting a stare fest all over again. Candice could feel the sun beating down on her back, making her skin uncomfortable though as a vampire, you grew to at least tolerate the feeling after a particular amount of time. The sun wouldn’t ever be her favorite thing, though she didn’t hate it. Everything and everyone was a friend to Candice. Hell, you could take a shot at the girl and she would think the perpetrator was trying to play a fun game. At times, the girl didn’t have as much of a brain as she could use, though so far she hadn’t come across any trouble because of the lack of. It really was a feat.

Tilting her head to the side, she noticed that the crayon was wax. Something she had learned was that wax melted in the sun. What if she was made of wax? The sun already made her uncomfortable and she had sun to cover her insides. Suddenly picturing herself as the crayon, her mouth opened wide in dislike. She didn’t want to melt! Melting would be like a snowman, and she was nothing like that! Her skin was cold but she could move without enchantments put on her. Candice could breathe! They were so different. She didn’t deserve to go that way. Getting herself all worked up over it, she then realized that the crayon wasn’t actually her and that she was, indeed, not melting. Frowning at the crayon, she shoved it into her pocket. ”I’m sorry, Mr. Crayon. I won’t let you die.”[/b] she told it, patting her pocket lightly. To some, Candice was easily deemed crazy. To her, it was normal. She saw herself as another human being. When people asked why she cared so much about things around her, living or not, she always had the same answer: why didn’t they? Turning just in time to see Arya come up behind her, she smiled. "Crayons don't deserve to melt in the sun. They have purpose! Wouldn't you agree?"[/b] she blured out, forgetting to say hi. This was made up by the hug she pulled Arya in, though, as with Candice, a hug was always hello several times over again- as no one ever received only one when spending time with her. She loved hugging!
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1117 WORDS , ARYA , listening to CARRIE UNDERWOOD , CRAPPPP BUT DONE!

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[arya c. wallece]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 350px; height: 380px; background-color:#E3E3E3; border-left: 30px solid #00CCCC; border-bottom:30px solid #982D44; border-top:30px solid #00CCCC; border-right: 30px solid #982D44;] adrienne’s natural instinct when things went wrong was to go and party. she wanted to drown her thoughts with snogging and fun. she wanted to get rid of the horrors of school with a little bit of fun and of course. boys. she loved being with the boys. they didn’t ask questions, they made things easy, they were generally just that much fun. if here mum ever found out about this, when damn, she would be in so much trouble but thankfully she didn’t. she didn’t and she wouldn’t. the woman didn’t care for anything. they were practically broke so it wasn’t like her mum would go searching for the whereabouts of her children. instead, she’d be at work, making money to keep the rent above average and whatever. when she thought about it, adri would rather blame her parents for what happened in the past then blame herself or the teacher, maybe. the teacher really did screw her life up, but she thought that if her parents had paid more attention to her when she was younger, she wouldn’t have this deficiency. so funny thing. what was troubling her now? it was another body in her. she was a freak. she had fuckin’ three bodies in her and she was going to scream if they didn’t get out sooner or later. i mean, hell, arya was enough, but a younger girl/? how long had she been there? was that the reason why she had so much stupid purses and sparkles everywhere in her fucking room? she always thought it was arya, but it seemed like she wasn’t quite so much of a freak than she thought she was. dammit. this was getting all too much complicated. and that’s why she went to rachelle’s apartment to go and party. that girl was like never working, she never really cleaned up, but she was rich. her dad own some huge company like apple or some shit like that. it was supposed to be impressive, but the only thing that adri was impressed was how many guys you could really get as a drunk. that girl was some sorta crazy slut. as much as adri sometimes slept around and whatever, she wasn’t that stupid. she wasn’t gonna get some damn stds or crap like that. no way. she drank, some, not too much. she had to meet with friends and stuff tomorrow. she wasn’t gonna go looking like a wreck. and then, she snogged a few guys, had fun, partied, and then she drank some more. she shouldn’t have drank so much. especially that early at in the night. it was only eight o’clock when she found herself taking some guy to her dorm. none of her roommates were gonna be there. they all went out or some sort of stuff like that. there was supposed to be a sleepover and so and so’s dorm and all them wanted to be there. fun. anyways, that night was pretty fast for her and the guy. they were both rather drunk as they stumbled up the steps and into her bed. it definitely kept her mind off of the whole issue... for a minute. but that was before she woke up. then everything started to sink in... twelve glanced around, rubbing her eyes trying to figure out what had happened. why... why was her head pounding? and why were there clothes on the floor? and why was she not wearing any clothes to sleep? and the biggest question was- why was there a boy in her bed? her eyes widened. he had no shirt and he looked tired. his hair stuck up in every direction and it reminded her of how her brother looked when he once slept walked. that had been funny... although it wasn’t as funny as when he woke up only to find himself in a hay stack. it only hit her then. was there a sleepover she didn’t know about? or maybe... maybe... she gulped. her mummy would not be happy at all. her hand trembled as it reached out to poke the boy. he didn’t even budge. she scrunched her nose and poked him harder. still no reaction. finally, she shook her head, hurrying to the counter to get some clothes. if he didn’t wake up to those pokes, he probably wouldn’t mind waiting for her to change really fast. mind you, twelve never had any sex education classes. the classes she could remember were the ones from her mum and they were how to wash the dishes, do the laundry, and other house chores. she dragged the blankets across the room to the closet before going inside and changing as fast as possible. her head was still pounding though... her eyes were slightly unfocused and she felt awful. it was only by luck that she managed to find a tiny bottle of purple liquid that labelled, ‘get better!’. curiously, twelve grabbed it and drank thirstily , feeling tingles down her throat and then a sudden jolt of energy throughout her body. wow! that definitely worked! she smiled brightly, feeling much more like herself. she skipped quietly out of the closet , only to see an envelope on the floor. was that there before? twelve glanced to her side, seeing the window was opened and a small owl there as well. twelve giggled, “why hello there cutie pie!” she nodded in its direction, slowly taking the letter out from its wrapper. it only took a split second for her to recognize it, her green eyes lighting up. as fast as she could, she grabbed a pen from the desk and scribbled her note back. candice! of course it’s okay! i’m soooooooooooooo excited! it’ll be super fun! i’ll be there soon! much love ♥ she didn’t know why people kept calling her arya, but it didn’t matter! she was much too excited to keep still now! twelve hopped around the room, forgetting for a moment that there was a boy there. if he woke up, he would probably need to go brush his teeth in his own place so she decided to leave him there. she wouldn’t be able to push him all the way down the stairs anyways! she had seven or eight rubber bracelets on her arm, headphones around her neck, a duffel bag full of junk, matching maroon beanie hat, and her shoes tied by the laces, draped across her shoulders. yes. she was ready now! the way she dressed was definitely big kid like. candice was not only super pretty and much older than she was, but she was also a vampire! how cool was that? she met her at the candy counter and the two just hit it off like that. if anyone were to understand her semi-hippie look right now, it would be candice. she giggled again, mostly out of excitement, as she hopped down the stairs barefooted. she didn’t feel like wearing her shoes. they were a bit... limiting. yes, that was the perfect word. she practically sprinted to the fields, she must have looked a bit ridiculous with the amount of accessories she had, but it was fineeeee. candice wouldn’t mind! she smiled widely as she saw her favorite blond haired vampire and was instantly embraced. “of course not! they make the world a brighter place!” she nodded in agreement, “oh! ‘cept for brown ones. those are icky!” she dropped her duffel bag onto the grass and sat down next to it, criss cross apple sauce. she had been waiting all week for this meeting and it was definitely going to be worth the wait! after all, candice was always worth it. notes, oof. i'm soooo sorry for the wait! anyways! here you go! a super long post as an apology. hopefully it's okay! <333 word count, 1279 outfit, i'm so jealous thanks brooklyn from caution

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[candice a. bludd]

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Candice had witnessed it not too long after. it was one of the worst memories she had! picking at the grass, she made a pile in front of her for fun before taking the crayon she had stuck in her pocket out. placing it in between the grass so that it not only had a cover but cushioning underneath, she smiled. it was safe now. at least as long as the wind didn't come by. "the brown ones are the prettiest though. they have a hidden beauty in them. or at least i think they do. can you not see it?" the thought that she was the only one who could see it made her think. why was her view on the world so different from everyone else's? the fact of the matter wasn't that she cared that she was different mentally- because she was perfectly fine with it- instead she wondered what it would be like to think differently, the same as she wondered what it would be like to be a human instead of a vampire. registering then what her friend was wearing, the girls eyes widened. "no way." she gasped, throwing her hands up. "why didn't i think to wear my rubber bracelets?" dropping them down in disbelief, she couldn't believe herself! such forgetfulness. it had been so long since she had pulled those out of her drawer. "and that hat. that hat is so cute. did you make it? i've made a few hats that look like that. i have a blue one. a purple one. a dark green one. and of course a red one. oh! and don't forget my three pink ones". Candice really was a pink lover. leaning in as if it were some amazingly big secret, she added "they're all different shades." dropping her mouth open, she smiled a smile that spread from cheek to cheek. linking her arm with Arya's, in her mind there was no better friend. Candice was an odd creature. she wasn't like everybody else. her personality was more.. out there. like the moon. barely anybody seemed to be able to keep up with her speed. and she seemed to talk more than the typical person. why she wasn't sure, but it made no sense to her how somebody could keep their thoughts to themselves. expressing just felt so wonderful. when she had met Arya, one of the first things that she had noticed was that she was also unique. she liked to talk, she shared the same childish liking for sweets (even if Candice had a childish liking for any human food- no matter how abnormal it was), as well as clothing. what intrigued her the most was that her personality was all over. when she wasn't talkative and all over like Candice was on a daily basis, she was straight-forward and confident. and when she wasn't either of those she was stubborn and really smart. every single time they were together she wasn't one hundred percent sure what to expect, and that was the beauty of it. the surprise. the unknown was one of Candice's favourite things in the whole wide world. "i think we should have nicknames, don't you?" randomly spitting this idea out, she was already starting to think up ideas of what she could call her friend. Arya was a nice name but at times her friend wasn't sure why she called her that. Adrienne or Twelve had come up at some point, but Arya was the first name she was told, therefore it had been the one she went with all the time. to make it simple, a nickname could solve the name problem, right? as long as it would stick with any mood the fellow Gryffindor would find herself in. Candice thought her idea was pretty smart. pride filled inside her, causing even more happiness to flow through her body, not that she could use more or anything. "ohoh! and i think that we should have a sleepover soon. Victoria is going away for awhile so i'll have the mansion all to myself! do you think your mummy would let you sleepover? it would be loads and loads of fun! i'd get tons and tons of treats for us! and watch movies and gossip. and and we could see who can stay up for the longest! doesn't that sound fun?!" Candice rambled, jumping up and down as she spoke. quite often she forgot to breathe while talking, considering it wasn't necessary for her and all. many things retaining to the fact that she was a vampire were also forgotten a majority of the time. for instance, the contest of who could stay up for the longest. clearly, the winner was already chosen. vampires did not sleep, therefore there was no way she could lose. however, unlike most people who would use that to their advantage to win, she didn't even think of it when she was speaking. the thought of a classic sleepover caught too much of her attention and reeled it in for her to actually process it. with so much space in her brain for information, she didn't use it to the best of her ability. ever. the girl preferred to live and be herself. being herself involving going with the flow and not thinking before doing. it may be a reckless way to live sometimes but to her, it was amazingly fun. plus the 'accident' that made her loose her memory years before made her less capable than the rest of her family to raise to a breathless level of intelligence. not stopping her jumping movements, she waited anxiously for an answer, hoping not to be let down. it wasn't often that she would have the Bludd family's house ALL to herself. why not take advantage of that? any normal young adult would. that is, looking passed the innocence of what Candice was planning compared to the typical teeange parties that would take place over a harmless sleepover. twelve , 1096 words , i LOVE her. she's the absolute cutest.

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