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Post by james marcus daniel on Dec 29, 2011 15:10:52 GMT -5
 so i don't have to say[/color] you were the one that got away[/color][/center] [/color][/b][/size] ow that he had the address, James was going to go and see what this photographer was all about. He was so tired of people trying to take advantage of his girlfriend. Well now he should say his fiancé. He had managed to tell her that while he did trust her he wanted to make sure the price was right and that nothing would be over looked for their wedding. Since she couldn’t remember the name of photographer, James was going to have to simply show up there and hope for the best. He grabbed his leather jacket and walked out of their apartment and walked to where the store was supposed to be. It was a sunny day and he had no trouble walking over there and beside it was going to help him clear his head. He felt like he had been studying too much and now it was taking a toll on his mental health.
The walk would do him some good. On his way over to the photographer he stopped and grabbed himself a cup of coffee and ended up ordering another one for the girl he was going to meet. That was the type of person he was. He walked inside of the store holding the tray with the coffee and little package of sugar and cream in one hand and walked over to the counter. He talked with the man and explained to him that he wanted to meet with the photographer his fiancé had picked for them but that she couldn’t remember the name.
Both men had a little laugh about the situation before James was told to sit down and that whoever the photographer was would be with him shortly. James opened a magazine and started to look through it absently. He really hope that Aurora had made a good call on this. The place looked rather nice and the owner was funny. But who knew who would be coming out to meet him soon?
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Post by zoey evelyn hale on Dec 31, 2011 23:18:30 GMT -5
| [atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,5,true][atrb=style,width: 450px; background-image: url(http://i668.photobucket.com/albums/vv41/ad0639677/backgrounds.png); padding: 20px; border-radius: 60px,bTable][cs=2] In another life, i would make you stay you were the one that got away | [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,5,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=style,border: 1px solid 525252;] | [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][rs=7][atrb=width,350px,true][atrb=height,400px,true][atrb=style, vertical-align: top;background-color: #c4c4c4; overflow: auto; padding: 10px; border-radius: 25px;]
[tr][atrb=width,240][style=margin-top: -10px; margin-right: -10px; border: #fff 1px dashed; padding: 1px; overflow: auto; width: 220px; height: 325px; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-size: 12px; line-height: 10px; background-color: #eaf0ec; color:#423c42; text-align: justify;] Things for Zoey Hale over the last year had gone from completely crazy, to normal in no time flat. She had met this amazing guy who seemed perfect for her. She had thought that things between them were going to kick off and something magical was going to happen. But like always, things don't work out the way you plan. Fairytales weren't real. She didn't know why she had to constantly be reminded of that fact. Why? Because this magical guy, who life was supposed to be perfect with took her number and never called her back. For some time she had thought she was crazy, that she'd made the whole night up in her head out of some drunk need for something. But she knew that she didn't make it up. How could you make something like that up? There was no way...
So, she'd given up on the mystery man. She'd forced herself to forget about him, or at least try to forget about him. But the regret and loss and missing out on something so promising only sent her flying back into the arms of her ex boyfriend who was a complete douche bad. A drug addict, who treated her like shit, sometimes smacked her around. She didn't know why she put up with it, other than the fact that she thought she couldn't get any better. The situation with mystery man had convinced her with that. Probably another reason why she had went running back into Dean's arms was because her best friend Caroline had been studying abroad in for some time, and Caroline had always been the voice of reason in Zoey's head. Without here there, Zoey was free to make stupid mistakes she would really regret.
But she had eventually taken the beer goggles off and woke up and smelled the coffee. She broke off all ties with Dean, even got a restraining order against him, changed the locks on her apartment and her phone number. After that, things had gone uphill for her. She got a internship at this amazing photography studio. It wasn't the best in the city, but she loved the work that they did, and the people they did it for. She was doing entry level stuff at the moment, waiting to get bigger stuff. She had just been assigned to a wedding, she was happy to do it. The girl came in to talk to her without her fiancée, and she seemed like a genuinely sweet girl. But maybe a little too trusting, not that Zoey would fuck the girl over. But some people might. She found it odd that a guy would let a girl like that go do business decisions on her own.
Today was a nice day, the air was a little chill, but it was almost January. She'd dressed for the day, a leather jacket, a fancy shirt and jeans and a nice pair of heals. She'd taken the jacket off when she got to work. She was working on the computer in the back when James got there. She looked up when her boss came back to get her. Saying a handsome man was there to see her. She laughed and shook her head and laughed, "All the man men who come in here are handsome and very, very engaged Jack." She said with a laugh, pushing herself off the stool that she had been sitting on.
She walked out in the main part of their studio. She stopped dead where she stood, her mouth open slightly. She blinked her eyes and shook her head trying to wake herself up. Could it be, the guy she'd just been thinking about, the guy who got away.. Standing right there... engaged. How? It had only been a year ago they were talking... Did he really move that fast, or was the whole reason he didn't call her back. Because she'd been engaged? She felt sick, had he been engaged. It dirtied the memory of that night if he had been.
She put on a happy face and walked over to him with a smile. Trying to mask the fact that she was dying inside. "Hello, I'm Zoey Hale, they said you wanted to speak to me?"
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Post by james marcus daniel on Jan 6, 2012 8:04:37 GMT -5
so i don't have to say [/color] you were the one that got away[/color][/center] [/color][/b][/size] [/i][/color][/ul] ------------------------------ [/SIZE][/color] status completetag zoey
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Post by zoey evelyn hale on Jan 8, 2012 3:09:39 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; background-color: #343434; padding:20px; border-top: 10px #4E387Esolid; border-bottom: 10px #4E387Esolid;] you always want what you can't have ( WORDS ) 277 ( TAGGED ) JAMES ( OUTFIT ) HERE It took everything in Zoey to remain professional as she looked at James standing in front of her. She'd never felt so betrayed in all her life.. Even when Dean had cheated on her. True James had never promised her anything. But, the memory of the night that they had shared together had been a gleaming beacon of hope that true love existed and was out there somewhere. Now he had just taken a huge hump on it by being engaged, and to her assumption having been engaged when they had met.
She faked a smile at him, and it was so obvious that she was doing so. She had always had a hard time hiding her emotions. Right now she really disliked the man standing in front of her. He had hurt her more than anyone ever had, he had crushed her dreams. "I'm Zoey Hale, your fiancée hired me to be the photographer for your wedding..." Each word she said to him dripped with disdain. To be polite, and because her bosses were standing near she offered him her hand. "How can I help you?" She tried her hardest to act like she didn't know him. But she was bad at acting. She looked around, she wanted to give him a good piece of her mind, but she couldn't do it out here in front of everyone. She needed to be tactful about this. "Did you come to see my portfoilio? Because if you come back to my station I can show you my work." Honestly she just wanted to get him alone away from her bosses so she could rip him a new one.
sorry its shorter, but i said everything I wanted.!
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Post by james marcus daniel on Jan 22, 2012 13:18:57 GMT -5
so i don't have to say [/color] you were the one that got away[/color][/center] [/color][/b][/size] [/i][/color][/ul] ------------------------------ [/SIZE][/color] status completetag zoey
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