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[BRIDGET AMELIA DELACROIX]

open, 790, greenday
so take the photographs and still frames in your mind
hanging on a shelf in good health and good time
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Bridget could not possible express just how much she hated shopping. More specifically, the people involved in shopping. Bridget loved spending money and she loved the act of shopping, but she hated going to crowded malls and having to battle people for walking space. There seemed to be no end to human stupidity, and she couldn’t help but wish every stupid human in the world would just disappear. Then again, if that were the case there would be no one but maybe ten people left on earth. It didn’t help that Bridget never bothered to hide who she was, thus allowing the fans and paparazzi to swarm her when she was out. The way she saw it, Bridget was the one who wanted to be a famous musician. She wanted to be famous; she had to live with the lack of privacy that came with it. Hell, if not for her son she would live in a glass house. You want to see what she spent her days doing? Here you go, enjoy the dirty bits. Dimitri deserved some privacy though, and at least most paparazzi gave him that.

She was actually grateful that most journalists were smart enough to refrain from asking about her childhood and about Dimitri’s father. While she knew of plenty musicians who had admitted to being a street kid, it wasn’t something Bridget was proud of. Mainly because she had chosen to be one by running away from foster care. At the same time, however, she hadn’t seen much good happening if she had stayed in the foster system. Life hadn’t been good to Bridget when she was a child, or even a teenager, but shit was looking up now. The fact that Bridget refused to answer any questions about her family was enough to stop people from asking. When it came to Dimitri, however, people knew it was a soar subject. It wasn’t exactly a secret that she had gotten pregnant by a man she had only seen a few times, and never saw again after she admitted to being pregnant. Family was a very soar subject for Bridget, and at this moment she only considered her best friend and her son to be her family.

Bridget could relate to Milo a lot more than she could anyone else, despite their drastic differences. They were exact opposites, and did a very good job at balancing each other out. She kept him from getting out of hand with his strange ways and childish behaviour, and he kept her from having her face in a permanent scowl. He also kept her from exploding on the paparazzi and the fans, since her fuse was a tad on the short side. While she would never admit it, Bridget admired everything that Milo had done for her. He was helping her a lot more than he would ever know. With Milo around socializing didn’t seem like such a hard task to do. She was so open with him and she felt comfortable with him, but when it came to the rest of the world Bridget kept carefully guarded.

Despite walking inside, Bridget kept her large sunglasses on her face. Her bleach blonde hair was pulled back in a loose ponytail at the base of her neck with her bangs falling in her face. Her tiny frame was clothed in a black tank top with a blue tube top over it, and a pair of old skinny jeans top match. Her shoes were a pair of bulky and blue boots, all the better to kick you with, and around her neck was several strands of purple beads. Last for Bridget was a black purse in one hand, and a toddler in the other. Dimitri’s platinum blonde hair was neatly combed, and his tiny legs struggled to keep up with the long strides of his mother. His old pair of sneakers dragged as he walked, which matched the orange striped shirt and the overalls he was wearing. In his hand was a Curious George stuffed animal with permanent marker scribbles on the shirt and glitter covering the fur.

She was scowling as she walked into a store that sold children’s clothes, her priorities shifting from herself to her son. Every time she heard another child so much as speak she cringed, the sound like nails on a chalkboard to her. The only child she liked was her own. Oh, and Milo, who was a ten year old stuck in a twenty-something-year-old’s body. She let go of Dimitri’s hand as she looked at some shirts, telling him to stay close. The toddler interpreted this as a chance to hide in racks of clothing and giggle when she pretended not to see him.

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[MILO JAMES-KENSINGTON SUAREZ]

OHMYGODI'MSUCHATERRIBLEMESS!

"GRAHH..WHUT?!"

I'MTURNEDONBYTHETABLOIDS!

"GRAAAHUAHHHHH!"

YOUWOULDNEVERHAVEGUESSED!

"HOESHIT I'M SO CONFUSED!"

The first voice was that of an iPhone 3Gs, telling the owner of the second voice that it was time to get up. But, apparently; the second had forgotten all about that and thought that it was someone (or something) else, talking to him... For a moment he thought that the phone (well, in his case.. 'whatever is was'), had ceased the annoyingness that was making no sense, and rolled over in his bed to try to get back to sleep. Unfortunately, the phone had other ideas and carried on...

THATI'MASUCKERFORTHEIRGOSSIP!

At this point, the male had completely forgotten about all that had happened in the past, well, not even two minutes, and had actually gone back to sleep. But it didn't last very long and as soon as the words 'that I'm a sucker for their gossip', pounded out of the phone; the nineteen year old male had jumped so much that he'd smacked his head on the wall next to his bed and rolled out of it. Falling to the floor was a deafening crash.

I wonder if he dented the floor of the room...

"JEBUS'HOTPANTS!" He cried, getting to his feet so quickly that he had to grab a hold of the first thing his hand came into contact with, just to stop himself from crashing back to the ground. Unfortunately; the thing he'd come into contact with had been his flat mate's chest, and when he realised this; let go as quick as possible. But still... he ended up in a heap on the floor. "HOSHIT, SORRY SHELLZ!" He cried, stumbling to his feet and patting her on the head before moving over to his little closet and pulling out several items of clothes. It was a good thing that his flat mate was a lesbian and so more into girls than guys, otherwise that whole incident would have been too embarrassing to repeat.. not that he would repeat it to anyone. Ever.

Stripping out of his boxer shorts, the nineteen year old musician pulled on clean ones, followed by a pair of summer shorts, and an Eldon t-shirt. Running his fingers through his hair and shoving as much stuff into his pockets as he possibly could, the male then slipped into his DC skate shoes and...

idiot.

fell out of his flat. "GAAARRHH!" He cried after the face plant, getting to his feet and looking underneath the porch. Spotting a pair of blue sunglasses, he reached under and pulled them out, decidedly jamming them onto his head as he moved across the ground (hopefully without falling again) and out of the tour area. His feet going across the ground whilst his mind was doing something else, that went a little like this:

Buuuuzzz, buzzzz static, buzzzzz... CAFFIENE!

After a long time of walking (five minutes to me and you), the boy stopped outside the mall for a moment before heading on inside.

"Ooh, twizzlers!" A mini candy store was selling candy just in the entrance, twizzlers were an okay kind of candy, but when in the wrong hands could be deadly. The boy brought a dozen of the red twizzled.. sticky liqourice and stuck one in his mouth (the others in his pocket; in a bag, of course), as he walked around the mall trying to decide on a place to go that would catch his fancy. Some place where he could just be himself for a couple of hours. Someplace like...

CRASH.

The boy fell down, for a fourth time, this time after crashing into the back of someone.

"AHHNOTAGAIN!" he cried, picking himself up and shoving another twizzler in his mouth. "Terribly sorry; that won't happen again; at least I hope it won't happen again. I hope it doesn't, it's terribly embarrassing - especially the first, second, third and now fourth time that it happens. I'm BatMi- I mean Milo, who are you? I'm terribly sorry for knocking you about like that."

Apologies to the female he'd knocked over. Sugar does funny things to Milo, and for some reason he didn't place that the female he'd just crashed into was Bridget- at least not until a two year old jumped on his back.

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[BRIDGET AMELIA DELACROIX]

milo, 657, greenday
so take the photographs and still frames in your mind
hanging on a shelf in good health and good time
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If you asked Bridget what the greatest invention of all time was, she would tell you overalls. Why? Because it was so fucking easy to carry Dimitri around by the straps, and he seemed to enjoy the free ride. Best of both worlds; she got her way and he got to have fun obeying her every whim. Whichever higher power decided it was a good idea for Bridget to have a child probably didn’t think things through. It must have been an impulsive move on God, or Buddha, or Allah or whoever was controlling the earth. She wasn’t exactly the most maternal of people, and she didn’t handle Dimtri as kindly as she knew she should. But it wasn’t like she neglected or abused him either; she just tended to use the tough love approach. Suck it up, because crying will get you no where. You had to be assertive, or in her case aggressive, to get anywhere. Yes, Bridget realized her son was only two years old, and toddlers cried over the stupidest things, but that didn’t stop her from trying her tough love approach. It also didn’t stop her from having this immense need to snuggle and squeeze him when he hurt himself either. No, Bridget wasn’t a bad mother; she was just a little…Unorthodox.

She was barely into her shopping and she already wanted to go home and hang with the band. She would much rather argue with Harlequin than be around so many stupid people. She was legitimately afraid of catching their stupid at this point; some of these people were absolutely ridiculous. Then again, Bridget held high standards when it came to people. If you didn’t reach her standards, she went out of her way to not have to look at you, let along talk to you. Can you say arrogant? She most certainly could. At least Bridget knew she was this way, and she could recognize all of her flaws. She just chose not to do anything about them, because she was quite proud of the way she was. If you couldn’t handle her, too bad for you. If you didn’t like her, then don’t talk to her. Bridget really didn’t consider herself a peasant person, but people like Milo could easily disagree with her. Bridget held her friends very close to her heart, since making them was very hard for her.

She played along with Dimitri’s game for a while, letting him hide in the wracks of clothing and acting surprised when he popped out of them. After the tenth or eleventh of fifteenth time she got bored of it, and told him he had used up all of his scary. The most adorable pout she had ever seen formed on his face and he crossed his arms and stood beside her, saying something about his life being ruined now and it was all her fault. Yup, he was definitely her son. She turned to pay for the clothes she had piled in her arm when someone ran into her back, causing her to spin around on her heels. “Do you fucking mind?”

[/color] she sneered angrily, scowling fiercely under her dark sunglasses and not caring in the slightest about her language. Dimitri didn’t even notice his mother had said anything, and immediately jumped onto the back of the guy who had bumped into his mother. It wasn’t until she noticed Dimitri yelling “MILOSAAUURR!!” when she realized who it was who had ran into her.

She listened to him babble on with an apology, her scowl forming into a playful smirk. “Milo…”[/color] she interjected. “Miiiloo…”[/color] she repeated when he continued to ramble. “You’re such a twit,”[/color] she teased when he was finished, giving him a playful swat on the shoulder. “You should be sorry! You could have bruised my precious body!”[/color] she half joked, watching Dimitri climb up Milo’s back. “MILOSAUUURR!”[/i] he repeated as he flung his arms around Milo’s neck.[/blockquote][/blockquote][/justify]

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[MILO JAMES-KENSINGTON SUAREZ]

Fumbling around on the floor wasn't Milo's idea of a fun time, but he had no choice at the moment. Well, he kind of did and he kind of didn't at the same time, but at the moment he thought that he didn't have a choice because he was sure that he'd end up back on the floor. Again. For a fifth time, and that wasn't something he usually experienced more than four times in a day. Unless of course he was high on sug-- shit.

Do you fucking mind? The female asked him, Milo blinked, confused, wondering where she actually was, because at the moment he was upside down and not liking it one bit. MILOSAAUURR! He laughed slightly at the voice, knowing who it was instantly. It was a slightly nervous laughter as he, tried, shifted his position so that he was no longer upside on the floor; but rather the right way up and able to see the person in front of him, and on top of him. Her accent sounded... Australian, was it? Cool. Milo had never met an Australian person before; he'd only seen them on the television and heard them on the radio. So; he thought this as somewhat of an honour that he was meeting an actual Australian person, in person. "Good; it's glad to know that nothing's broken, really, it is." He smiled at her warmly, not really seeing who the person was, until she called him a twit and the little person (now sitting on his stomach) yelled MILOSAAUURR! again. Of course, if he knew who it was, he would know that Bridget wasn’t actually Australian. The sugar was playing tricks on him again.

Dimitri was climbing up his back as he finally looked at the female before him and realised who it was. A look of shock, apology and confusion registered on his face before he opened his mouth… and then shut it again when he realised he didn’t know what to say. Bridget called him a twit and told him that he should be sorry. Damn straight. ”I am sorry!” He said indignantly, a pout forming on his young features.

Carefully, Milo pulled himself into a kneeling position and allowed Dimitri to climb on his back properly and hold on tightly before he slowly got to his feet and was now standing in an upright position; just like he should have been doing before he fell over.

Grinning like the idiot he was, Milo shifted Dimitri up his back so that it was a little more comfortable and took a couple of steps closer to Bridget. ”I wanna get a Starbucks cookie.” He told her with a simple nod of his head. You could just tell that he was buzzing like a bee on pollination day because of the way his leg was jiggling as he was just standing there. Basically Milo was being Milo and bouncing up and down on the spot with a two year old on his back.

”I think you should come with me and let me get Dimitri a Starbucks cookie too, ‘cause you’re awesome and you love me, and I love you and Dimitri loves me too; and then I can give you a hug, and then put glitter in your hair and-- AHH, WHERE ARE MY TWIZZLERS?!”

Milo spun around on the spot, Dimitri clinging to his back and giggling at him. Of course, Milo was still holding onto the boy; it wasn’t like he was going to let him go and get him hurt.

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