Post by isadora hilson on Aug 5, 2008 15:53:03 GMT -5
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[/size]Cause I'm comin' home,
I'm comin' home,
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hello, the name's, isadora hilson
but people tend to call me, isa or dora
I turned , twenty
on , March 22, 1988
so that means I've been, a resident
when the days over i like me some , boys
[/color][/font][/size]I've seen a palace in London,
I've seen a castle in Wales,
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well, my hair is, brunette
and I love my eyes, they're, brown
and my skin colors this really cool, light tan
mainly because I'm , nationalities here
I measure up to , 5'7"
no Seattle Sutton's for me ! the scale says , 108lbs
but it's kind of cool that I have , unique eyes
and my style blows yours away , classy
so over - all ,
Isadora had gotten her mother looks. No questions about it. She could probably talk about herself all day. Okay not really, but she knows her mother could have. Luckily for her she had gotten the blond brown hair. Well, that's what her mom tells her whenever they are together getting it cut or something. Isadora tries to take of it as best as she can. Its really important to her, but the bad thing is, that it might be even more import to her mother then herself. Its this long silky hair that goes beyond the shoulders. At one point in time she even had it in layers. Anyways, her hair as always been natural blonde brunette. So she had gotten a darker highlights to make it stand out even more. Every night when she showers she uses this special shampoo making it silky and healthy. Her mom hair stylist had bought her some, and since it works she uses it. She tires to get it trimmed every month to keep it really healthy though. Since she is rich, she have two different hair stylist. One for the cuts and styles, and another for the coloring of the highlights. Hair is very precious in the Hilson family, so it stays long for the time being.
Her face is the true beauty. Everything about it yells model. The bone structure, her eyes, nose, lips, everything. Where to start off at. Her eyebrows. She goes and gets her eyebrows arched every week. To keep them from looking deformed, and too bushy. Another plus is that every since she was little she had good teeth. She gets them bleach every once in a while, but they were always straight. Still, her teeth aren't too big for her smile. These small petite lips that just makes you want to kiss them. Unique eyes is something she does has, like her mothers, but a mixture of her dads as well. They seem to change to two different colors. Sometimes they are a light brown hazel type like her mothers, then they change to this blue color. Its strange, but after that they get hazely. If she was a model, that would be her trademark. Her skin type is pretty much flawless. From everything on her body that is one thing she never had to work on. No acne to hid with loads of make-up, and no Pro Active up in her bathroom. She isn't this tan girl, but she isn't that white neither. She tries to stay complex and stay in the middle of things when it comes that. She doesn't want too look too orange, or too white that she can't wear a bikini. Plus, her skin is very sensitive so staying in the sun too long will cause her to get a sunburn. She has this mole, next to her nose. Most people don't like moles, but on her, its beautiful. Its like her beauty mark or something. Isadora as a natural look. Don't get her wrong, she loves make-up. She has a bag full of it, even though she hardly uses it. To make her eyes really pop out she will apply a little eyeliner, maybe even some light mineral eye shadow that goes with the color she is wearing that day. She puts on mascara to make her eyelashes look longer, fuller, and curler then they actually are. Her lips are small, at lease to her they are. So she tries to put lip gloss or chap stick on them to make them look a little more fuller. She has pretty high cheekbones, which you can really see when she is smiling.
Again, something of her mothers she has. Most people would say she is lucky, to look like her mother. Have her figure, looks, eyes, hair. Isadora could never and would never say she didn't care for her looks. Still, it wasn't that big of a deal to her, not as people make it seem. Her body type. Well its nothing unique about it. At lease she doesn't think so. She isn't the thinnest in the bunch, and she sure isn't the biggest. Okay, she probably will be the thinnest out of the group, but not because she is starving herself. That's just how she is, was. Not that she would have a problem with being either one. Still, she has a flat stomach, weighing about one hundred and eight pounds. She stands a little over 5'7". The figure was especially given to her by her mother. Something she loves about her body is her legs. They have a very tone shape to them. The fact that she is tall make them look even longer and in shape then they are. Her style is usually whatever she feels is comfortable. She doesn't like to walk around with her jeans too tight to even seat down in her seat, and not too loose that they will fall right off her butt. Isadora knows when to leave the jeans behind, and wear something a little more formal. She loves shoes though. Flats, flip-flops, running shoes, and even pumps. Which happens to be her favorite of all shoes.
Her mole is probably what makes her outstanding. You can easily past her out in crowd. Okay, not really. She is famous, but if she wasn't you could surely do so. She had this normal blonde look to her. Once you past her in this crowed crowd you can't help but look back. Something about her that's will attract her to you. Her eyes, her mole, something. There are tons of pretty girls out their. Girls with great looks, good clothes, but something will always be different then her. She carried herself well, and that's all the difference you need. She didn't go around being slutty or any type of the sort. Isadora knew she wasn't the most glamorous or beautiful, but she knew she was pretty. The way she felt of herself made her outshine more then anything, made her gorgeous. So for that, she stands out in the crowd as magnificent.
but people say I look like , Anne Marie van Dijk
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[/size]but I'd rather wake up beside you
and breathe that ol' familiar smell,
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[/i][/size][/color] because, I'm a touchy feeling type of girl.
I love, summer nights, summer storms, thunder, sundresses, heels, her legs, late night talks, jon & kate: plus 8, guys, gossip, swimming, the beach, vegas, shopping, music, sex, texting, listening, drawling, morning breeze, traveling, vitamin water, rides, horses, horse back riding, alcohol, laughing, parties, friends, family, movies, puppies, Italians, food, snow, arguing, ice cream, beach, acting, dancing in her underwear, photos, magazines, fast cars, movie screens.
but I really despise, drugs, arrogance, liars, bad music, bad sex, the dark, bugs, heights, bad fashion, ugly shoes, high school, bad children, peer pressure, politics, debates, heat, small spaces, frogs, the smell of nail polish, the holocaust, planes, mathmatics, manwhores.
I personally think I'm pretty good at, modeling, shopping, flirting, sex
though I should really work on , being mean, cute boys
people tend to tell me I'm ,
calm[/font] because, I tend to be laidback.
outgoing[/font] because, I can't stand still. [/ul][/font]
but basically, I'm ,
EMPATHETIC
em·pa·thet·ic [em-puh-thet-ik]
–adjective
1. the intellectual identification with or vicarious experiencing of the feelings, thoughts, or attitudes of another
» Isadora is a very caring person, no matter how much she rather not be. . That is the way she is, even when she was young. She couldn't go around seeing other people have nothing while she had everything. Dora will do the little things as well. Like going out with a friend loan money if they need it, or just pay for the meal all together. She has so much money, there is no use in just keeping it herself. Then there is times when she is generous about other things besides money. Like clothes, cds, whatever. She just doesn't like to not share, when she know she can, and should. She is a good friend, person in general. The way she is, is hard for her to walk away from a bad situation. Not able to stand people cry and feel pain. She has a lot of remorse for that type of things, especially since when it comes to financial she has none. Especially when it comes down to her friends Isadora is very keen on sensing their emotions. Trying to be there for as much people as she can, solve things she isn't suppose to be involved in. Isadora would do absolutely anything for her friends, even if that means getting herself into some kind of trouble, she really couldn't care less about that.
FRIENDLY
friend·ly [frend-lee]
–adjective
1. characteristic of or befitting a friend; showing friendship
» Even though she loves to argue, and can do that very well. Isadora is really a nice girl in heart. She tries to stay on other peoples good side, and that's when her sweet and generous side is out. If you take a look back in her history you wouldn't have any idea how this girl became too sweet. Maybe from her dad's side, but even then they have their rough days. Dora has no reason to actually not be nice, unless she is pissed off at someone. Then she can be a complete opposite of herself and be bitchy. Still she is genuinely nice to everyone, at lease she tries to be. Her friendly side can be taken advantage of. Which is why it is hard for her to trust people. Isadora friendly side usually shows up after 12, when she is fully awoke. At times she reach she didn't care about others, and wish maybe that she didn't have to be so nice to others. That's just the way she is, and theres no denying it.
INTELLIGENT
in·tel·li·gent [in-tel-i-juhnt]
–adjective
1. having good understanding or a high mental capacity; quick to comprehend
» Most people probably can't tell that Isadora is a very smart girl. Book smarts and street. When she was in high school it was very hard to hide the fact that she had gotten A's in all her classes, while her friends all were felling the class. Then at times she didn't or wasn't afraid to hide the fact. She didn't want to be seen as a dork, or a girl who loved to read. Reason why she was an actress now. Still, when she was suppose to be at parties with friends, she would be finishing up the homework assignment. Which all her friends would try to copy off the next morning. It really didn't bother her though, if they were satisfied with it, so was she. Not being nagged for not going out to the great party that night. She had gone to an private school, and a lot of smart people did go their. Not as if you could tell by the way they acted. Still, it wasn't easy for her to be pretty, hang with the "IT" girls, and have brains. Either she was classified as a dork with no life, or a ditz who couldn't stay away from the booze. The world of the rich kids was hard to live in. She got use to the judgment everyone gave her, and tried to be her as best she could.
OUTGOING
out·go·ing [out-goh-ing]
–adjective
1. interested in and responsive to others; friendly; sociable: an outgoing personality.
» Isadora was usually an outgoing girl. She had this fun loving personality going on about her. When she wasn't studying and doing all the school work in high school, she was usually with friends. That's when her outgoing side would come out. She loved to have fun, and it didn't matter what they were doing. Though when they were doing the crazy things that's when she would really be high off of the amusement. It was like nothing else matter but having fun and making others laugh with her. If she had to dance in her underwear and bra, then that is something she would do. Besides, she loved to do that anyway. Sitting around doing absolutely nothing was not in her agenda, yet alone her vocabulary. Being with her friends and having fun was what she loved to do. No matter how much work she didn't get done that day. She just couldn't stay in the house that day and do nothing. Life was too short, and she had to make the best of it somehow.
CALM
calm [kahlm]
-adjective
1. free from excitement or passion; tranquil: a calm face; a calm manner.
» Isadora is a very calm and collected person. She tries to keep her cool in every bad situation she is in. Weather if its with her mother or some other actress drama. Fussing only causes wrinkles, at lease that is what her mother would tell her. Drama causes way too many problems, and that's one thing she didn't need. Whatever the situation is she tries to solve it as blissful as a person can. No matter what it is. If it dangerous and with her friends, or stressful with her parents. Even though she has this cool personality sometimes it can be hard to deal with it all alone. Still, she tries this best of her ability she can. Just keeping a calm expression seems to keep everyone else cool as well, even if you are freaked out. Dora hates when she keeps things bottled in, hiding her emotions, but in bad situations she just have to. She can be a pro at it, but talking about it is the way to go.
INDEPENDENT
in·de·pend·ent [in-di-pen-duhnt]
–adjective
1. not relying on another or others for aid or support.
» Isadora tries not to lean on others for help. She is "I like to do everything on my own" type of person. She's is a fiercely independent girl. She never goes to her mother for anything. It always lead into some kind of argument, so maybe that's why she does everything on her own. At lease she tries with the best ability she is able to. Her dad had taught her to trust no one, and lean on no one but herself. So growing up she couldn't help but grow to be independent, lean on herself. Her dad being being the owner of not one, but two major wine companies it made it impossible for him to be home longer then two days. One company in the US, while the other were overseas in the wonderful land people like to call England. Her mom was a retired Supermodel. She did nothing, expect get waited on hand and foot. So if she wanted things done, she either had to ask the maids and butlers, or do it herself. Her mom usually traveled around the world, threw big parties, tells her how to dress. Isadora practically she lived at hone alone. Of course they had the couple of maids, butlers, and chefs. Still she had no family around. Long story short, she learned if she wanted something done, do it herself...especially if she wanted it done right.
FLIRTATIOUS
flir·ta·tious [flur-tey-shuhs]
–adjective
1. to court triflingly or act amorously without serious intentions; play at love; coquet.
» Most girls you meet are flirty with cute guys. Its in the pretty girls genes, its hard not to. Isadora knows she is a good looking girl, and she knows that guys know it. She got use to this fact at the age of four. When she would look in the mirror thinking she was all that in a bag of chips. She loved the camera and would take hundreds of pictures. Most people would call her conceited, but she just loved the fact that she was beautiful. Why wouldn't she use this to her advantage? Cute guys and pretty girls mixed. When she got of age she had this sex appeal, which she also used in her advantage. Couple of unbuttons here, hair toss there. Any cute guy in her line of vision, she would flirt with. Batting the eyelashes were for amateurs, and she moved on to t he next big thing. Touching feeling, laughing, the whole nine yards. Though this got her in trouble with a few girls, girls who were "mad" that she was "all over their mans." Whatever, what they didn't know was that their "man's" had flirted right back. Some would even take the bait and ask her out. Still, now its so effortless, she can't even tell when she flirted. Most people should know bu now that she was the type of girl to kiss a guy on the cheek bye, hugging type of girl. She couldn't help it, it was the way she was born. It was in her genes.
STUBBORN
stub·born [stuhb-ern]
–adjective
1. unreasonably obstinate; obstinately unmoving.
» Even though she can be all generous, friendly, sweet, she has her stubborn side. You usually will see it when she is determined on something. Still, she can very argumental when her stubborn sides come out. This is one of sides that you really don't want to see. Though she knows everybody has a stubborn side one way or another. She really can get under peoples skin when she is stubborn, which is probably the worst part about it all. Since she rarely likes to hear no in other people's vocabulary, well, when it comes to herself. Isadora is determined to do a lot of great things in her life. Then when she sets her mind on something, there is no standing in her way. She can be very focused on one thing at a time in her life, then almost nothing else matters. Her determined side is nothing to be ashamed of. Its for the greater good, or her good, at lease. She doesn't use her strengths to get someone in bed. She loves to argue. That is something she can do to a tee. She knows how to push peoples buttons to get what she wants. She also knows when to back the hell off and just give up. Isadora have met a couple of her matches, but that's the fun in it all. Still, she's got the side from her Dad. He is all about arguing when it comes to work, and her love life. The two argue like an married old couple. Also, people see this side when she does have her mind on something and focused to get it.
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[/size]I never thought you could leave me,
I figured I was the one ,
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I came from, California
well my father .. ,
coming in at , 40
he supported us by , owing two large wine companies
all in all, he's pretty , awesome.[/ul]
onto my mother ,
coming in at , 38
she helped too, by , formor Supermodel
in the end she's quite , a BITCH.[/ul]
and then they had kids ,
then it was time for my own ,
and my one and only pet(s) , toy poddle
the love life , She has never been that great at actual love relationships. Its not like she doesn't try though. She is just too busy with things, that she doesn't have time to be all lovely dovey. When she does have boyfriends, it always goes down the drain. Its usually her fault though. Not being around too much, or cheating. She blames the damn paparizzi for being in her business. Still, she believes that everything happens for a reason. So if she wasn't meant to be with that peson, then oh the hell well.
& the good and the bad,
NICOLE'S BEGINNING
Living the good life. She didn't even know how to explain it, not even to the fellow supermodels of her time. There was something about them all that had gotten them all were they were that day in their lives. Their hair, eyes, figure, catwalk, fashion sense. Whatever it was, it could never compare. Not to Nicole Bennett. The Bennett. The biggest supermodel of her time. She was loaded, her family had been poor and now because of her they were swimming in the gold. She was known for it all. Her exquisite eyes. These green blue eyes that pierced through you like a silver blade. They were remarkable, hell, they still are. You can see them for yards away, and everyone loved her for them. They booked her for those eyes. Her catwalk. It was funamunial. She have varieties of them. She knew how to run it, and she always stuck it. Nicole changed it up for almost every show, and she would hear people raving about it the next morning. Her fashion sense. Now having the money she had a fashion sense that you would never think a poor girl could have. She knew what looked right on her, and what didn't. Nicole knew what looked right on everyone. She wore nothing but what was in season. Never wore anything twice, all was given to charity. This luscious blonde hair that went beneath her shoulders. It was full of life, volume. Lets not get started on her figure. What girl didn't want a figure like hers. Not too skinny, and not too thin. She had happen to be just right, and she isn't even bragging. Never in a million years did she think that her career would be over. Still, she lived those years to the fullest.
Before she had moved to New York and became the wonderful model, she had lived in a small town in Ohio. Nicole never even wanted to become a model, it just happened. Still her earlier childhood years were adored. When she was old enough to walk she was put into ballet. Most girls you will meet now days hate it. Well hate the fact that their parents make them do it. Her, she loved every second of it. The rush of it all. She had went to a school on scholarship on it. She was going to be a big dancer. Everyone knew it. Her, her teacher, her parents. All she had to do was keep doing it, and that is what she planned. She was the lead in a lot of the dance recitals, the "star" her dad would have told her. Just like she should have been. Still, it all came to an end. One day at practice she had tore something in her knee. She had to have an emergency surgery. Though the doctors had told her that she could dance again, she felt as if it would never be the same.
So she had went back home, and went to the local high school. What else did she have to do? Her parents were no longer happy with one another, and only would smile around one another when out in public. Nicole would hear the fights as she locked herself in the room, but never take it too seriously. She had her eyes on a new prize, acting. She was going to leave the small Ohio place and go to California. Make herself big, become something. She couldn't stand staying in the small hick town, especially not with her parents. The people wouldn't get along anymore. When she finally was a junior, that when her parents had lost it. The two had decided to get an divorce. Nicole could say she was surprise though. When people fought as much as the two of them, you had to pray that they would end each other misery and divorce. That's what they did. Still, her dad moved away, and she was stuck with her mom. Doing squat. Until she had entered a school beauty patent, and won. Which led her to New York City. She didn't even think that she had the looks for a model. It wasn't long before she had got signed with one of the hottest modeling agency. Still, it had taking an year before she could actually move her family out to her. Before she actually had money to do what she wanted to do.
RICK'S BEGINNING
A wine taster, a famous one. His name is on billboards, he attends the award shows, meet the famous. He is positive that his number is on speed dial of Brad Pitt, Tom Cruz, and many more. He owns not one, but TWO big companies. Not just any companies, but wine companies. One big great one in California, and another one in England. He has to go to each one at lease twice a week to stay in check with everything. He is a big wine seller, and taster. What he does for the great good. Without him, there would be no great wine. He travels all over the world to find the spectacular taste, then sell it to all of the rich and famous. His wines are sold all over the world. You will see the in wine cellars, weddings, parties, every where. His job makes him be on the run twenty-four seven. No more alone time with his wife, at lease not longer then two days. His daughter, he doesn't even spend quality time with her. His friends are usually the one's that require something different, special. Those are the famous. The ones you will see in movies, or hear on the radio. They want something new for their big party, or celebration they are having for some reason.
A rich boy. A pretty boy. That all you really need to explain the young ambitious guy. He was rich, and everyone knew that. He lived in the wonderful chaotic life of New York. Going to one of the most strict schools in the country. At lease that's what the freshman's thought. Rick, well he ran the school. He was every girls dream, and all the guys were pals with him. He was the captain of the lacrosse and soccer team. His jock type had drew him to many. Lets just say he wasn't no Saint. He didn't care too much about commitment or feelings of that matter. He was one of those players. Get it, then leave it. He really didn't care. Most girls knew about him, and they obviously didn't care for the fact that they keep coming for him. He was lust after by many, and he had to say he loved it. He had this brown hair that reached his eyebrows in the front, and shorter in the back. His body was your usually athletic body, like a swimmers. These hazel sparkling eyes that could make any girls heart melt. He was your usual charmer. He ability when it came to sports were great. He won almost every game he played in, and all the teachers loved him for that reason. Still, his wasn't looking forward to make a profession out of it. He had another thing in his mind. He was great with tasting alcohol. He could taste almost any drink with his eyes closed.
His family were rich, for since they all could remember. Before his parents they were rich, before his parents parents they were rich, and before them. It had been since before time, at lease that what he though. Whoever was the first generation had struck oil on their land. Leaving all of them rich for generations, till his time. It helped the fact since all the man in their family had done something useful with their college degrees. Lawyers, doctors, everything that could pay well. His parents had both worked, even though if they didn't have to. His dad was a judge in California, while his mom had been a college professor. The two had worked hard, and expected nothing but the best for their kids. Actually they had been happily married for eighteen years now.
THEY MEET
Nicole had reach stardom. She had gone to the hot parties, tried all of the latest drugs. Her number was number two on speed dial on all the big designers phones. She was paid thousands if not millions to walk for a certain designer. That day was a big show, one of the biggest in a while. Of course she was one of the models walking on the runway with her fierce look. She had spent hours that day getting ready. She had to wake up for her daily workout, get her hair done, massage, nails done, and then go to the place in New York were the fashion show would be held out. Backstage was so crazy, it was hard to change, go done the runway, go back, and change again. Still, she had caught the eye of the one and only Rick Hilson.
Rick was forced to go to the show. His sister had wanted to go see the new season designers, and known of her "girlfriends" could make it. So he had got dragged alone to go with her, no matter how much he begged her for her not to. Not only did he have to go, but he had to go with her to shop for something to wear, get her nails done, and the worse, her hair cut. He was going to die, but when they made it to the fashion show, he met the girl of his dreams. Her piercing eyes attracted him instantly to her. He hadn't had a girl in a while too, and this would actually be a challenged. At lease he hoped it would be. Scoring a supermodel, and a hot one at that. She had the body, and this would go down in history if he slept with THE NICOLE. It was all fair in love and war, and all he had his mind on was getting laid. He didn't know they two would get married.
They met up in the back, since his sister was cool with a couple of the models. He had his eyes on the price. He didn't feel any nervous or shyness. Did he ever? No, he was Rick Hilson after-all. Girls fawned over him. He had the looks, the money, what the heck did he ever need to be nervous over. Besides, who didn't want him. He would have his slick side, and flirting a little here in there. The fact that is woman was a model, he had to be into her, but not that into her. He would flirt with her one second, then turn his attention to some other babe with long nice legs. This was his expertise, he knew what he was talking about. So he had walked to the backstage with his sister, has if he owned the place. Those girls meant nothing to him, at lease that's how he looked. He acted as if none of it was new for him, and pure boredom on his handsome face. Their first stop was Nicole, and his plan went into action. Never did he think it would play off so well.
Head over hills is what they were. The night they met, at lease one of them knew that they wanted to spend the rest of their lives with one another. Rick had played all smooth, and that had caught her attention to him. Still, he didn't seem to be that interested in her, which was pretty strange. Every girl loved her. Her pictures were in lockers all over the world. Being in Playboy had really caught guys attention. Rick, he was just different. She had did something that she never done in a million years. She had asked him out, and of course invited his sister along. So it wouldn't be like a date, but the two still could hang out. She didn't know that guys actually have to think on an offer like that. Her hopes were crash when he was about to decline, but his sister quickly accepted. She didn't know what was wrong with her. Still, t hat night she put on a new Gucci dress, Marc Jacobs shoes, and they apparently partied like "rockstars". It didn't even phase her that the same night she invited him into her apartment. Every since, they've been inseparable.
Once they were out of high school, and somewhat on their on they got engage. Even though she was still traveling all over the world, and he was in college. They stayed close, and tried to talk to one as much as they could. Which about ten times a day, everyday. Some liked to call it puppy love, but they knew they would be together, forever. Still, the didn't get pregnant till a year after their wedding. They were in no hurry to rush things. Taking everything slow, cherishing everything they had together. Then when the conceived Isadora they knew that their lives would change. Nicole went into retirement. Even if she lost the weight, which she did, she still wanted to spend her time with her family. Rick had got his first wine company in California. It had already shot off the ground, and money was pouring in. With his family riches, his wives money, and his, they were billionaires in no time. That's not counting his family money, since they already were billionaires before he was even born.
ISADORA BEGINNING
April 19, 1988 was just another day. The birds were chirping, dogs barking, children yelling. Women screaming as their water breaks, and rush to the hospital. Yells, and cuss were thrown out as if it was cash. Every contraction, a new cuss word was invented by someone. It was no different for Nicole Hilson. Actually, she was probably one of the worst women you might see in labor. She wasn't afraid to swear in front of the world. It was just another word in the American language. So she swore like a pro. That's not it, she wasn't the only one in pain that day during birth. So was Rick. Everyone knows that the husband holds the hand, try to soothe their precious wives's or girlfriends. That's what he tried to do, but Nicole wasn't satisfied. Not until someone else was screaming in pain like her. Who better then the person that did it to her, Rick. Instead of grabbing the muscular hand that was intended to her like they practice during baby classes, she had grabbed his glorious jewels. He probably was in the worst pain of them both, combined. The doctors had to pry her hands away from him, and he was laying in a bed beside her. Screams and whimpers was probably the only thing you could hear in that room. A couple of doctors telling Nicole to push, while nurses gathered ice for him.
Weighing in at 6 pounds, 2 ounces the beautiful baby girl was brought into the world. Her cries were loud signing off that she was perfectly healthy. Two days later she left the hospital with her mom and dad. Them, and the loads of paparazzi trying to take a shot of the supermodel first newborn baby. Even though Nicole had retired it was still a hassle to have peace, especially leaving in California. No matters, they had to lave the hospital sooner or later. Isadora was rushed home where everything had been waiting for her. The hired help, the yellow wallpaper walls, toys, everything a newborn baby girl could want. She was closed off to the world, and left alone for the family and friends. They were strict about it all. Wash your hands before touching her, no pictures, don't squeeze her. They were great parents, especially the fact that Isadora were their first...who knew she would be the last. After a month of Isadora was born they were ready to announce her to the world. People's magazine got the exclusive. Photos, interview, camera crew their for the first look of the baby room. The issue sold off the racks, and questions were being asked if she would have another. To get her point across, she went back to the hospital and had her tubes tied.
At a young age Isadora was famous. The paparazzi would try to get any photo of her they could. Seeing her out with her mother, shopping, anywhere. The two would appear in some kind of magazine. Most would thing that the two had this great relationship. You would see them shopping together, her mom giving her pointers, smiling, eating together. It just seemed like everything was great at home. Though behind close doors it was so different. The two never got along. The fought every time they wasn't a camera in sight. "Where this...No...Then this...No...He was cute...Did you see his mole." It was a never ending conversation. Isadora figured her mother was out to ruin her. She was a has been, at lease that's what she thought. No matter how much fashion sense she had, or still does have, her mother couldn't tell her what to wear. Even if she caved in at the end of the day and listen. They were "Hilson's" after all. A Hilson wouldn't be caught dead in some trashy last season attire. A "Hilson" wouldn't even think about dating someone who didn't have money. You would never think that Nicole Beaumont was once poor in her life. Since she had no symphony for the others around her, especially the poor.
Isadora attended nothing but the best schools. No matter how far away from her family she was, her parents wouldn't have it any other way. No Hilson would attend a regular public school. She didn't care though. She didn't get along with her mother, so any time she got time away from the wicked witch, it was fine with her. Boarding school was always dramaful, and eventful. Things you might see on TV or something was probably what went on at her school. Her and her dad were okay. They weren't the closest, but closer then her mom. Her childhood life was mostly something like that. She would be at school most of the time, then during Christmas break, or something she would go home. Even if she didn't get along with her parents, it was nice to be at home sometimes. At school she would do things like act. That's how she got into acting. Unlike most kids in the school she had real talent. She would be the lead in most plays. Her dad put her in acting classes. She loved it, stilll she had another calling. Modeling, which she had took from her mother side of the family, of course.
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[/size] hello, I'm desirae[/color]. I play isadora[/color] and her playmates, none[/color]. I myself have seen fifteen[/color]summers and I plan to see a lot more, living the good life up in central[/color]. I've been in this part of town for three months[/color], so I know the area pretty well. oh! and did I mention that Fake It, to Make It[/color] told me about this island resort? she's a gorgeous thing. stalk me? well, my aim is AIMs/nifapplicable[/color], my msn's MSNs/nifapplicable[/color], and my email's desirae_bailey@yahoo[/color], . but, of course, you can always PM me. au revior !"[/size]
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heath easy williams,Sometimes i feel like theres no getting through to you. like you don't appreciate all that i do. you gotta to show me you want me to stay. don't turn and walk away
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------ Heath never thought he treated the girls he had "relations" with badly. He knew that they knew he was, and was just interested in the sex. Why wouldn't they be? He didn't promise them anything but a good time, for that night or day they were together. Rarely would a girl would wake up next to him and want more then a friends with benefits relationship. It happened though, and he would seem like the bastard that turned her down. He only seen on girl that way, and that was the one and only Vienna Morris. The girls he slept with good say he is a bastard, while others can't wait to see him again. He would treat the girl he was seeing that night like royalty, and nothing else. Treat to her needs and wants. Threw all of this he had expectations. He just didn't go after any girl. It didn't matter what race she was. White, black, mexican, he didn't care. Hair color could be whatever. He just wanted a single, none picky, party girl. Party girls wake up the next morning, one more round and leave as if nothing happen. That is the kind of girls he liked.[/color]
People may wonder why the guy was like this. Sex crazed. He really couldn't tell you why. He liked sex, and that was the end of story. Maybe it was his dad bring around so many girls, and Heath just knew what they were doing up in his room. Maybe it was because they were so attractive that he just had to have sex. He didn't know, but when his manhood pick out the prey he was in a different mood, and ready to get laid. He can remember the first time he had sex. It went all wrong. Something like 40 Year Old Virgin. He didn't know how to put the condom on, so by he did put it on the mood was gone. They still did it, but he was ashamed it didn't last long. The whole first time excited him even more, and he came quickly. He was embarrassed but got over it. He was WAY better then before, knowing how to make a woman feel good.
Which he planned to do with Vienna, but the girl was a tough nut to crack. She wanted more from him, and he didn't actually know what to do. For the fact that he knew her past, and he didn't want to be the next guy to break her heart. He cared too much for her to do something like that. He just wasn't sure he could be faithful to her, especially if girls threw themselves at him. So he wanted to take it slow, but he still wanted her to know that he cared. Heath wanted the girl, he just didn't want to make it official. Afraid that he would screw something up, and lose her for good. That was something he just didn't want to do. The fact that she was more important then any other girl, it meant a lot to him. He knew he wanted to stop, but he just wasn't sure if it would be that easy.
Heath figured Vienna would wait on him though. It was that, not go out at all, or him cheat on her. The last two weren't an option in his opinion. He planned to make her his sooner or later. He just wanted to make sure it was the right time, for both of them. It wanted it to be about more then sex. That was change coming from him right? It was true. The last person he thought that about was his high school girlfriend. The girl he thought he would marry. That was also strange. Will Heath wasn't always like this. Now that he thinks about it, his ex was probably the reason why he was like it now. The girl broke his heart, and he was scarred for life. He given up almost everything for her, and she ended up cheating on him with one of his close buds. That crushed him, and every since in girls had been prices and nothing more.
Until he met Vienna. At first he was worried about it all. Would she be like his ex is what ran through his mind. Well she wasn't. Actually a little bit she was, but they had their differences. Vienna played hard to get, while his ex was more easy. Vienna and him started off friends, and his ex and him started dating right away. Vienna was one of his best friends now. They could do, and almost talk about anything. They were close, and almost everyone knew that. What drew him to her in that more then friends way was that she was different. She saw through him, and knew there was something behind the cold hearted guy who only thinks about sex. Don't get him wrong, she could be a bitch, though he will never admit that to her face, but it made him want her more. The whole feisty thing, then one minute all sweet.
Heath himself could be a bastard. He didn't actually mean to, sometimes it just happens. Especially when he is pissed off. You say something to piss him off more, then he is gonna say anything to piss you off as well. It was in his genes. He got it from his pops. It didn't matter. Either you loved or hate him. He had some enemies, like V's best friend Addy. She hated his guts, and he didn't really know why. Probably cause his rep, which he thought was stupid. Why would you judge someone from there rep, wouldn't you want to get to know them first. Not her. She should just be lucky people wasn't judging her for sleeping with her friends boyfriend, then dating him, then taking another best friend boyfriend from her. Did Heath judge her for that, no. He judge her for judging him. Was it wrong? Maybe. He didn't give a damn.
Focusing back on the girl he wanted to be with, he grinned. Besides the fact that she was stunning and wanted her right there and now, the pink tint in her cheeks made him laugh. Vienna, blushing. He didn't see that everyday. "Yeah, well I try." He knew it would be a shocker for him to actually be all romantic. It wasn't Heath at all, well thats a side most girls didn't see. He had that romantic side to him, like almost every other guy. Taking her delicate hand he pulled out her chair for her, waited for her to sit down before going over to his own chair. "Sorry I was late. The whole calling for this took time, and I still had to get dress." Heath was leaning back in his chair as he grinned over at her. "Your welcome by the way. I wanted to do something...special." He didn't know if that was the word for it, but he was going with it for now.
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- lyrics by keyshia cole,, fallin out
- closed for vienna
- words 1175 [long then my first post =] ]
- music - keyshia cole,, i remember
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