picture perfect memories,, milo

[ari]

Arianna Gemma Bosdell''

It was a sunny day, everything seemed all perfect and honey. The birds were singing; there were children playing in the parks and businesses were blooming. People were out sunbathing and what not and everyone was having a good laugh and gossip. But for Arianna it wasn’t. She had overslept, gone to another photo shoot late, got shouted at and had to get wet over seven times so the photographer could capture the ‘perfect moment.’ Who still wanted to do wet photos? But the pictures did actually come out good if Arianna said so herself. She had rushed back to the new apartment that her dad had bought for her, still soaking wet. The set people didn’t even bother giving her a towel to dry herself off; what selfish people they were. She went up the stairs towards her apartment, not bothering to take the life. Her agent said that she was getting a bit chubby lately and Arianna was trying to get exercise done in many ways possible. If taking the stairs worked her legs, then taking the stairs it was. It was a bit difficult though to get up the stairs in her high heels. Those things killed. Her apartment was on the top floor; it was a good thing that her neighbours were very quiet people and rarely came out, otherwise they would have seen Arianna in a not so pretty sight. Her makeup was slightly smudged, although she ahd tried to salvage what was left of it before she left the set. She was wearing a white shirt so, you could you know, see her stuff clearly. Good thing she had though of leaving with a coat, but it was so hot that she didn’t wear it. She left it in front of her body to cover what she could, but it didn’t stop people seeing her bra strap from behind her and guessing what was in the front.

She looked in her purse as she was getting closer to her apartment door and fished out her keys quickly. She opened her door to reveal a long hallway which leads to the living room, with doors on each side. She kicked open her shoes before she entered, put them in her hand and made way to her bedroom. Her bedroom was on the third left and as she reached the door she kicked it open, too tired to sue any of her muscles. She the proceeded to text one of her good friends; Milo, as she sat down on her bed. He was a great guy; he was funny, sweet and very childish. She grabbed a set of clothes from out of her cupboard, and made way to the shower; happy after reading Milo’s text. She took a long shower today; over at least an hour and a half. She needed it, she felt too exhausted to even move from underneath the tap. She washed her hair with her favourite lavender scented shampoo, a gift from her father, and began to hum to herself. There was no one else that lived with her and she always felt lonely. When she sang she didn’t feel that alone or scared. There was not really any security around where she lived but she couldn’t do anything about it.

She got out of the shower, dried herself and went to her room. She put on her clothes and sat in front of the mirror; carefully putting her make up on again. She took her time and was pleased with the finished result. She got up, grabbed her cell phone, grabbed her keys and purse, put on her shoes and went out again. She locked the door and began making her way down the stairs. Her agent texted her, but Arianna didn’t bother to read it. She left it and made her way down to the corner shop which sold milkshakes. Milo was meeting her there. She put on a pair of sunglasses, as the sun was trying to blind her today for some reason. As she reached the shop, she realised that Milo still hadn’t arrived. She ordered two milkshakes and went to sit down in one of the booths. She had a feeling Milo was going to be late today.

TAGGED// Milo
WORD COUNT// 711 [Without Codes]
NOTES// Nothing.
OUTFIT// with high black shoes.

[MILO JAMES-KENSINGTON SUAREZ]

PRETTYNESS HERE SOON

"What you want? Baby I got it? What you need? You know I got it!" Milo Suarez span around a couple of times in his desk chair before going back to the laptop and the conversation he was having with people. It was something to do with cigarettes and he was in the mood for setting things on fire; like he had done so, so many times before. "All I'm asking for is a little respect; just a little bit, when you come home; just a little bit..." He tapped his fingers on the desk and bobbed his head around a little to the sound of his own voice. It was after hours and he knew that he shouldn't have music on because he could get caught - but there was nothing in the rules about creating his own music, with his own voice and his own hands. He wasn't making that much noise, was he? Hm, that could very well be debatable, but it wasn't going to change the fact that it wasn't in the rules that he couldn't do what he was doing. Unless they were stuck-up assholes with the smell of shit on their noses.

"I ain't gonna do you wrong while you're gone; I ain't gonna do you wrong 'cause I don't wanna." Milo bobbed his head around a little more and bounced a little in his seat. The conversation in the instant messaging room took a little turn. He admitted that he was a little slow, and backwards, but eventually it was stopped and Milo had told Ree-Ree to meet him at the mall, or something; they were going to have milkshake together and he was going to bring his cigarettes with him. He didn't smoke them for the addiction, he smoked them because he liked setting things on fire and watching them burn. "All I'm asking for is a little respect when you come home; just a little bit, baby; just a little bit, when you come home; just a little bit, yeahh!" Milo threw his hands up in the air and spun around in his desk chair. He signed out of the instant messaging service and pushed away from the desk on the chair.

He was already dressed - well not really, he was only wearing a pair of boxer shorts and a t-shirt; as many times as he'd been drunk and been dared to run around in his underwear, he didn't think that it would be very appropriate to go out in just his boxer shorts and a t-shirt for cookies. "I'm about to give you all my money, and all I'm asking in return honey, is to give me my propers when you get home; justa, justa, justa; yeah baby when you get home." Milo pulled on a pair of jean shorts and added a cardigan with it. He slipped into a pair of black Nike trainers, grabbed his box of cigarettes; his Zippo lighter and a box of matches.

"Just a little bit; yeah, just a little bit. Hooo your kisses sweeter than honey and guess what, so is my money; all I want you to do for me is give it to me when you get home." Milo slipped out of his room and started to make his way to the mall where he promised he'd meet Arianna in fifteen minutes. "Re-re-re-re-spect; yeah baby whip it to me; just a little bit, when you get home now; just a little bit." There was dance moves in his step as he walked from his room to the lake. "R-E-S-P-E-C-T! FIND OUT WHAT IT MEANS TO ME!" His voice was an octave louder as he got closer to the lake. "R-E-S-P-E-C-T! TAKE CARE, TBC, OHHHHHHH - SOCK IT TO ME, ETC!" Milo finally arrived at the mall, ahead of schedule.

"A little respect, oh yeah; just a little bit, a little respect; just a little bit." Milo noticed a figure in the distance. He placed his right hand on his head sailor style and leaned forwards a little. "REEASAURUS REX, IT‘S MILKSHAKE TIME!" He called out to the figure. A hint of humour in his voice as he dropped his hand back to his side and moved to lean against a tree, taking out his Zippo lighter and flicking it up, again and again, and again...

[ari]

Arianna Gemma Bosdell''

She wondered as to what Milo would be doing right now. Probably singing. He always sang to himself. It was funny as well as weird, because he always began to belt out things rather than sing it at times. It was a funny sight to see, as he would make these weird expressions on his face which made him seem like a big child at times. Arianna always thought that he was probably dropped on his head as a child. She had mentioned this to Bridget once, and the musician agreed. Milo was a totally big child, even bigger than the only child she knew; which was Dimitri. He was such a cute child; and went after his mother a lot. It was funny to see both of them strolling down the streets together as they looked so alike it was uncanny. He also had the personality if his mother which was just weird. She really didn’t know who the father was, but as she was not a real close friend of Bridget, she wouldn’t know. Arianna began to wonder as to what her child would look like. Well, she really couldn’t imagine it because she had no idea who the father was going to be. It was difficult being a model and trying to figure out if someone liked you for you or for your money. Some guys out there could act really well, that it was hard to see through their façade.

Some guys were such bastards. It was good to have guys who were like Milo. He was fun, outgoing and just a total sweetheart actually. She could not find one bad thing about him. It was weird that he was like this. Most guys were so unreal and stupid at ages like this, but he was nice. She liked him a lot, and that was why he was such a good friend. He rarely judged her and she always had fun with him. One bad thing about him was that he was sometimes just too childish. But it was ok, because that was the thing that made him so much fun to be with.

She couldn’t really remember the day that they had met, but she was glad they did. He brought her a lot of happiness and that was all that mattered. She had another fault in him, which she knew he probably would not give up. He smoked; that was one of the things she hated. He would not give it up because apparently he loved burning things and lighting things up. He was a very weird character but that was what made him, him. She wondered as to how she seemed to people. Many photographers would think of her as a diva, but she really wasn’t. She was only trying to give the photographers some input on how to make the pictures look even better. And she knew the kinds of outfits that would look good on her body, but it seemed as if photographers didn’t want that. Whatever, it was their loss.

She heard some weird, loud thing at the moment the guy handed her the two milkshakes she had ordered. She looked over her shoulder to see Milo. He was singing; how had she known this? She shook her head at him, and at his child like behaviour. She paid the guy at the counter and went towards him, while smiling. People were looking at Milo in a weird way, but that was the looks he got from everyone, so it didn’t really matter. She put one of her hands, which she still had a cup in, to her had and stood like a sailor too. She handed him the milkshake in her hand and said; “Milosaurus, do you have to shout? And here you go your strawberry milkshake with a crazy straw!” She handed him the milkshake cup in her hand and smiled at him. She looked at him with a stern face, jokingly of course. She went up to him and took the lighter out of his hands. “No burning things today. You’re with me and I don’t like you burning things. It’s dangerous.” She tried to take it out of his hand, while managing her milkshake in the other hand.

TAGGED//Milo
WORD COUNT//711[Without Codes]
NOTES//Nothing
OUTFIT// with high black shoes.