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Post by xx on Aug 5, 2010 22:06:43 GMT -5
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HUSH SOUNDS are heard from behind the dragon. they are shameless yet cautious of their surroundings. shifty eyes scope the grounds, in case of the blond bombshell with red velour set of lips pursed, her big eyes painted with mascara and glittering eyeshadow. she hides behind the mailbox, near the dragon, her footsteps echoing, but soundless to the delinquents further. they still hid behind the dragon, arms and legs entwined with each others, their heads together and lips meeting with a soundless kiss, full of meaning and heart. everyone labels the girl, as a misfit. the guy is the big shot, head of the town. and they're in a secret love triangle. him with his hot girlfriend, head girl. and her, with her own life, with him, the popular guy. the dragon is their fire breather of love and hideout for their romance. no one must know, but the blond bombshell, has her red lips turned pink, pursed hard, almost bitten. and her back is arched, ears forward, listening in depth to their conversation. she knows this little hookup will be news to the delinquents of montréal, the teens will be in awe. everything is quiet, everything is secret, until she steps in. the next week, the newest issue of ID magazine, came out. everyone read the main story of the misfit girl, and the popular guy, and their secret romantic hookup behind the dragon. his gang disowned him, her life stayed quiet, and the blond bombshell, who's name is morbidly velvet, turned montréal into her own heartbeat society.
*THE ID MAGAZINE you always wanting that feeling of accomplishment and of revenge. of fame and feeling shameless, but you always end up ashamed of inebriated days and being caught in bed. those gut-wrenching days where the chill of montréal runs down your spine, and the adrenaline rises to an extent where you run with no care, and jump across the rooftops, feeling hopeless or free. our teenage years are filled with questions and of immaturity, you almost feel too mature. those are the highlights of your life, that i am tracking. i know your name and i know your devious ways. i call you all my personal infamous delinquents of montréal. of my heartbeat society.
--- velvet ♥
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