Post by svetlana callaway on Jul 24, 2008 0:45:35 GMT -5
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I'm comin' home,
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hello, the name's, svetlana esme de paul callaway
but people tend to call me, svet, svetty, or lana.
I turned , twenty-one years old.
on , march 18, 1987
so that means i've been ( attending / living ), fidmm
when the days over i like me some , elvis’ matt damon.
[/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, hazel
and my skin colors this really cool, caucasion.
mainly because I'm , italian
I measure up to , 5’5
no seattle suttons for me ! the scale says , 119 lbs
but it's kind of cool that I have , beauty mark on the right cheek.
and my style blows yours away ,
so over - all ,
I adore my brunette locks; it is by far my most favorite part of my body. My mother has soft chocolate color with a tint of caramel highlights. My father has rich dark chocolate colored, hair. Therefore I obtained her luscious brown locks. I love the fact hair can be so versatile because I can dye it, cut it, put it up, or pull a Brittany Spears and shave it all off. I have dyed her hair from pitch black to the lightest of browns. I always try to stick to the brown shades whenever she puts chemicals in her hair. At the moment my hair is warm chocolate color. The style is long because I wasn’t fond of my short hair. It took awhile for it to grow out, and I couldn’t do much with it besides curling it. I put my hair up whenever I’m working out or walking her dog, Maryjane. I don’t want my hair in my face because that’s just annoying. When I’m attending a party or going out somewhere fancy, you’ll find my hair is always in a bun or in sophisticated curls. Most of the time, you will find my hair is straight and down.
My face is oval shape with a flawless complexion. The De Paul’s never had to suffer with terrible acme or dry skin for that matter. I inherit my eyes from my lovely mother, and not my father. My mother has soft hazel eyes while her father as crystal blue eyes. I envy my father for having those blue orbs, he has the perfect combination. Sadly, I’m stuck with hazel eyes with a small tint of green. My eyes are wide like with a doll like features. My lovely brows are brown that matches my hair, and I refuse to wax them. Once you start you can never stop. They are already perfect arch like! Whenever I’m happy or curious about something or trying to be cute, I tend to kink my brow. It’s one of my cute corky habits of her. I love my perfectly white teeth. I thank the braces I had to wear through out middle school. Despite the teasing and the painful appointments it was worth it. My smile is gorgeous, and I don’t mind showing off my pearly whites. Finally, my beauty mark on her right cheek makes me different from the rest of the brunettes.
I’ve always have been petite girl thanks to my metabolism from I inherited from my father’s side. I swear, my father could eat everything in site, and not gain a single pound. My mother on the other hand has to work off the items she consumes. I try to eat healthy food instead of consuming unhealthy unsaturated food. Of course from time to time I will cheat, but I treat my body as a temple. I don’t want to gain weight once I hit the forties because of my horrible eating habits. Thankfully, I don’t have. Yes, I do work out to keep my muscles tone, and to be in shape. I stand 5’5, and I’m rather short when standing next to Elvis. Give me a pair of heels, and I will be around 5’8. My skin is soft pale white during winter, and during the summer I have a nice glowing tan. I tend to layout on the beach instead of faking and bake or getting a spray on tan. There’s no way in hell I want too looked like an orange.
I’m not into the whole body piercing or permanently scarring your body with ink ordeal. Of course I have my first holes pierced, but that’s it. My mother took me to get them pierced when I was an infant. Other than that, I’m deathly afraid of needles, but that didn’t stop me from getting a tattoo on her pelvis area. Okay, if I was sober I wouldn’t have stepped into tattoo parlor, but I was under the influence of liquor. I was hanging out a bar with Elvis, and we got sloshed. We decided to get tattoos together, and we both ended up with matching tattoos. My tattoo was a Chinese symbol that stands for fun. Luckily, I can hide mine unlike Elvis. I would get it removed, but I heard that’s rather painful. I can’t forget about my wedding band is a tattoo too. Yes, it was another irrational decision on my part. I was under the influence of liquor again, and we were in Vegas. I don’t regret those tattoos what so ever. They are reminder of my relationship with Elvis.
but people say I look like , sophia bush
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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 rather love than loss.
I love, elvis, her daughter, sex, stealing his levi's, hard liquor, parties, honesty, independence, shopping, rain, thunderstorms, music, photography, sequins, flirting, music, lip-gloss, inside jokes, cuddling, holding hands, talking, cellphone, acting, fashion, stilettos, wedges, polka dots, & reading.
but I really despise, elvis's smart ass remarks, cheaters, liars, snitches, boring people, bums, violence, bees, milk, math, science, fakes, nosy people, two face friends, porcelain dolls, her parents, comedy movies, bugs, snakes, dirt, & egotistical men.
I personally think I'm pretty good at, being a good mother, wife, sex, fashion, always having a smile, and being independent.
though I should really work on , elvis, not being good enough, making a mistake, alcohol, and weed.
people tend to tell me I'm ,
fighter[/font] because, when i want something i'm going to get it.
bitch[/font] because, if you mess with me you won't see my loveable side. you will have to deal with my wrath. [/ul][/font]
but basically, I'm ,
FRIENDLY
As a young girl, I’ve always has been friendly towards others. My mother was always displeased with me due to the fact I would walk up to complete strangers, striking a conversation with them. I adore meeting new people and exploring different cultures. Being the same bores me, and I like to have diversity within my friends or acquaintances. My selection of friends ranges in a wide variety from preps down to the druggies. If you’re someone that looks quite lonely, I’ll be the one who strolls right up to you, and strikes up a conversation. Actually, I’m willing to go up to anyone, and attempt to converse with them. If you’re not willing to talk to me then it’s your loss, and certainly not mine. It’s a privilege to be one of my elite friends, and that is one privilege you do want to abuse.
CONCEITED
I may be sweet, kind, and funny, but I’m very conceited. There might be someone who’s prettier than me, smarter than me, or stronger than me, but at the end of day I believe I’m the best damn thing out there. In the back of my mind I thinks it’s a privilege to be apart of my elite group of friends. If you abuse that right, you are not worth my time. Don’t ever tell me that I’m wrong because I will argue with you till I’m blue in the face or has the last word in. In my mind I’m always right, and once in the blue moon I’ll admit that I’m at fault. I feel that I’m drop dead gorgeous, and if you don’t fit my stander you won’t be getting a piece of me. It’s safe to say I’m pretty full of myself at times you can look past that tiny flaw of mine, you can see I’m an amazing girl who does have a heart of gold.
FUN-LOVING
I love to have a good time. If you’re the type of person who is serious and broody all the time, I suggest you don’t interact with me. I’m only twenty two years old whose experiencing life as it comes by. This is the time where you live life to the fullest. I can’t stand seeing a brawl breaks out in between my clique of friends. Their pitiful fight makes everyone’s life complicated and awkward for those who had nothing to do with the brawl. Of course I don’t want my two estrange friends to assume I’m taking sides. It’s about peace, love, having a good time, and getting along. My heart is huge and warm, and is willing to give anyone a second chance. I have heart of gold as well, and only a selected few are exposed to it.
PARTY GIRL
My wild side was unleashed after my rape. I don’t like going into detail about that night. I felt the only way I could control my life is by partying, and getting drunk during my wakening time. Every Friday night you would see me at the hippest club drinking a part of my life away. Not many people know my main motive of my wild ways, and it’s going to stay that way for now. I want everyone to be happy, and if that means for me to put on a fake smile, I’m going to do it. Drowning my sorrows in liquor is the best thing; God could have ever created on this planet besides men. It numbs the pain, and I can still have a good time with her lovely pals. It’s a win-win situation for everyone. Like I said before it numbs the pain that burdens within me, and my friends and I can still have the night to remember. My partying ways basically killed two birds with one stone. Of course I do not fancy the hangovers, but the night before is worth it in my book. I know it’s not in her best interest to get intoxicated every weekend, but I obtain the title as the school’s little lush. I’m down for anything that’s fun. Besides drinking, I have love for weed. Occasionally, I’ll light up my bong and get high as a kite. I don’t smoke the green on a regular basis. But there are moments I sit back, lights up, and relax for the rest of the day. Yes, I still do party, but I toned it down quite a bit. I’m married and I have a daughter. I don’t have time to get wasted like I did back in high school. Whenever I can get a babysitter Elvis and I will go out and have a few drinks.
FLIRTY
I love to flirt simple as that. Honestly, I wish flirting could be a sport because I’m pretty good at it. If a handsome lad crosses my path, I’m going to strike up a conversation with him. There’s a reason why earth has its good looking people, and well the unfortunate people who lack the looks. I’m far from insecure and believe most guy want to be with me. Yes, I’m pretty vain at times. It does not matter if the guy has a girlfriend or not because I’m going to flirt with him either way. Hah, that’s what’s got me in trouble with my best friend when I was flirting with Elvis. Well, now we ended up together. I couldn’t help it, I swear. It’s not my fault their girlfriends can’t keep their significant other on a tighter leash. Or can’t help the fact I’m gorgeous, and the other women are simply boring and plain. What can I say? I’m very stingy with my men, and whatever I want, I’m going to get it. Yeah, I may loose the battle, but I will win the war.
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I came from, hometown here
well my father .. ,
coming in at, forty five
he supported us by, plastic surgeon.
he's pretty, My father is pretty good guy for the most part. I’ve always been daddy’s little girl up until I hit high school. Everything from there went downhill, sadly. He was too caught up in his business, and was barely home. Those were the years I needed him the most and he wasn’t there. It did teach me to be more independent, and in the long run I do thank him. Now, I have an amazing relationship with him. He adores his granddaughter so much. I’m glad he’s around more ofte.[/ul]
onto my mother ,
coming in at, forty-four
she helped too, by, CEO of a high fashion line
in the end she's quite, [/ul] My mom is pretty rocking chick. She's always been one of those milfs. I got jealous at times whenever I would bring home a boy, and they would be payng attention to her, and not me. What can I say? The De Paul women are very attractive. She's my shopping buddy, and more of my best friend than my actual mother. I can't complain, but I love her for being there for me.
and then they had kids ,
then it was time for my own ,
and my one and only pet(s) , maryjane, dog.
the love life , I’ve never dated guys in high school. I was the girl who was afraid of getting her broken, so I opted for flings or friends with benefits with guys. I didn’t want a guy to tie me down, so it worked out much better for me in the end. Although, I was always in love with Elvis, but I was afraid to admit it to him or to anyone.
& the good and the bad,
Svetlana's family life story is just the same as anyone else’s that has been told. Every family has their up and downs, and her family had plenty of their own, trust me. Honestly, if you wanted to write a soap opera on her family, it would most likely have the highest ratings. Before I get into the inner most details of her family’s crisis, let’s take it back thirty or so years ago, when her parents both met. Victoria Fontane was just a young girl maybe around the age of seven when she first laid her hazel orbs on Julian De Paul who was around the age of eight. You see the De Paul and the Fontane families go way back to the Great Depression. They were immigrants from Italy who migrated over to United States, trying to make a better life for their families, since their country was suffering from the first war world. Everyone knows United States did not fancy new comers, so the Fontane's lived in a little community of Italian immigrants. That’s where they met the Lerocco’s, and the two families have been close ever since. The two families could relate each other, and the hardships they had dealt in the new country. Through out the generations the Fontane men would court the Lerocco women or vise versa for Lerocco men and Fontane women.
It was love at first sight for Miss. Victoria when her mother introduced her to Julian De Paul. The two children hit off from the moment they laid their innocent eyes on each other. The two of them were always were connected at the hip, and spent every afternoon together by the lake. He would sit at the dock and fish while she rested her precious head against his shoulder. It was tough at times for the parents to separate the two, but they were falling for each other. You couldn’t really blame the naïve children because this was what the parents wanted from them. Even the community caught wind of the childhood sweethearts, and took pleasure of watching them grow up together. When Victoria and Julian hit high school, they were inseparable and no one or nothing could tear their love down. The girls wanted to be Miss. Lerocco and the guys wanted to be Mr. De Paul. A love that was so pure and profound, everyone envied. It wasn’t corrupt by the seven deadly sins. Everyone wanted to find love like that, but they never had the luck the two.
Graduation came rolling by, and the two had to say their fair wells. Julian was going off to Harvard to pursue his career in medical while Victoria dreamed of becoming the CEO of high fashion clothing line. Her dreams took her thousands of miles away from home. You see, she was going off to Paris to learn about the latest fashions, and going to college. It was the last day the two were together, and spent it by their childhood hang out spot, the lake. Julian had this huge romantic picnic planned out for him and Victoria. A cute red checkered blanket was sprawled out by the waters edge, as they would watch their last sun set before they met up again. She slowly made it to the area where he set up, and it brought tears to her hazel eyes. Its heart wrenching to say goodbye to someone you loved over the years. The two spent the rest of the afternoon talking, crying, kissing, until the powder blue sky slowly faded into the darkness of the night. Under the stars, he asked Victoria to marry him. Propping himself on one leg, he showed her simple beautiful diamond ring. More tears filled her red puffy eyes, and the girl nodded yes, as butterflies flutter in her stomach. You see, Nathaniel asked her parents the night before to make her his bride. His parents were ecstatic and obliged. Who could turn down your childhood sweetheart? They promised to remain faithful to each other, and they would get married right after college.
It was four long agonizing years that Victoria has last saw her beau. Of course the two kept in touch with phone calls, and writing letters to each other. It was just not enough for Victoria, and she dire for her to see him. He filled that emptiness in her heart, and she longed for his gentle warm kisses, his touch that sent shrills down her spine, and hearing his soft vocals whisper ‘I love you’ in her ear. Her school of fashion was planning a trip to Harvard for seminar in fashion. The twenty two year old was excited, and couldn’t wait to see Nathaniel. It would be a surprise, and they could relight the flame of passion that was slowly turning blue. Two days after the electrifying news, she was boarding a plane to attend her seminar. As her plane landed on American soil, it took a heavy weight off her shoulders. She couldn’t wait to see his crystal blue eyes, and get lost of them. The campus of University was enormous, and the brunette couldn’t quite find her way. Bumping into a lad, who had peculiar features, she realized it was the one and only Julian De Paul. He was thrilled to see her there, and couldn’t wait to spend the remaining time she had left after her course. Her colloquium dragged on and on for hours, and all she wanted to do was jolt from her seat, and run to his dorm. Before she knew it, had came to halt, and he was waiting for her. His open loving arms were waiting to kiss her plush lips. It didn’t take long before the two were making love. Yes, she wanted to wait, but she got caught up in the moment. That night was indescribable for the two, and the next morning they had to share their sadden departures.
Graduation was right around the corner, and there was no doubt that things hadn't been right as to Victoria's health, she was always nauseated in the early hours of the morning, and had spent many of those particular mornings with the white porcelain alter. It got to the point where she had to go and get checked out by a doctor. One of her close friends came along with her when she went to the doctors because she was a nervous wreck, and Nathaniel or any of her family was there to comfort her. She was still many miles away from home, and Bella befriended on her first day of school. They’ve been tight ever since freshman orientation. Her hands were trembling as the young male doctor enters the room, a huge smile played along his lip. ”Congratulations Miss. Lerocco you are pregnant”, he exclaimed. Her beady eyes darted over to Bella, as water formed in her brown eyes. Shaking her head, saying”No, I can’t be pregnant. I didn’t graduate college yet, and I’m not even married yet.” It was too much information for the young girl to consume in one day. How was she supposed to tell him? He still had several more years of schooling before taking over his father’s practice in New York. They didn’t even finish the major details for their wedding as well. With a baby along the way, would ruin everything. Honestly, she thought they used protection that night. Victoria had a week left of schooling until graduation, and she planned on telling her family and Nathaniel about the baby news.
Hah, no one took the news of the child too well. Of course her parents told her they would always be there for her, but she should have been more careful. Nathaniel promised to take care of her and their baby and he would love her always forever. First thing each set of parents wanted for them was to get married before the child was born. Of course their wedding wasn’t the big fairy tale wedding like Victoria always dreamed of. It was small and simple, but it wasn’t that bad as she thought. By that time, Victoria was eight months pregnant, and her baby bump was showing. Everyone commended her about how elegant and gorgeous she looked in her wedding dress. The only opinion that matter to her was her newlywed husband, Julian. That day brought joy for the both of them, as they planned to move to California. You see, Nathaniel still had schooling to finish, and his father’s business was right there for him to intern at. It was win-win situation for everyone. He could provide everything for his wife and his child that was soon to be on the way. Los Angelus, California. Would be the place where Nathaniel and Victoria could both pursue their dreams. They had their families’ old money be safety blanket if they failed. His parents were gracious enough to get them a penthouse, and pay the rent for them.
March 18, 1986, Julian received a phone call from his wife, Victoria. She was panicking over the due to the fact she was in labor, and he wasn’t home to assist her. I mean this was their first child, and she has never given birth to a baby before. Nathaniel was thrilled to hear the news, and rushed home to get his beautiful wife to the hospital. It only took about ten minutes for the young man to get home, but it seemed like eternity for Victoria. Right as he enter the apartment, she was already waiting for him to escort her to the hospital. It took a good twenty minute ride to get to hospital, and the couple was greeted by doctors as they entered the emergency room. She was raced off into the delivery room, as he dressed himself in scrubs before seeing his wife. Victoria refused to let the doctors to inject her with the epidural because she didn’t want to be doped up when the baby was born. Yes, she was insane, but she rather laid her gorgeous eyes on her newborn child. After a few hours of pushing and screams, she delivered a beautiful baby girl, Svetlana Esme De Paul.
Her years as a toddler and child were simply easy and relaxing. Along the way her parents had another child. Yes, it was another girl, and they named her Starr. It wasn’t until high school when Svetlana hit the wrong path. Her problems started the summer of her sophomore year of high school. But the brunette assumed her skeletons of her closet would simply vanish into thin air. In her case they came back to haunt her tortured soul. You see one hot summer night she and group of her gal pals were invited to party by the older classmen. Of course at the age of fifteen she’s going to want to fit in with the elite crowd. It’s only natural at one point of their teenage life they want to fit in and be popular. Opinions mattered to the naïve girl, and she wanted to be like by the seniors and juniors. Aspen was known to get glammed up whenever she went out partying to attract the horny young men. At the age fifteen she had morals, and was known as one of the biggest teases at her high school. She was against sex before marriage, and wanted to wait till she found the right guy. The girl has kissed plenty of boys, but that’s all they ever got from her. Svetlana didn’t want to obtain the reputation as the slut of the school like a few of her best friends. She was content with her life and her sacred ways. Svetlana and her group of friends made a fashionable late appearance at the party, and could see everyone was already intoxicated. The crowd of wild teens was raging, and it lead to them splitting up. Of course, the brunette was independent and could carry herself, and she was looking for some young stud to flirt with. Her hazel orbs searched around the crowded room, and spotted a tall handsome fellow who went by the name of James. Making her way through the crowd, she introduced herself to him. From that moment, the two hit it off. Listening to his sweet vocal cords made her go weak in the knees. He was charming, and knew the right words to say to her. He led her to an empty bedroom at the beach house. It seemed like every room was occupied but that one. She knew he wasn’t going to get into her pants, but he had other things on his mind. Things between James and Aspen were pretty heated, but she knew when to stop. When his hands slipped down to her skirt, she pulled away. Look, you need to stop. I should be going anyways she whispered. James glared at her pushed her down, shoving his tongue down her throat. His hands roamed all over her body, as the girl tried to fight him off. Tears slid down her hot cheeks as she tried to scream no. His rough hand covered her mouth. That night she lost her virginity to a complete stranger, but at least her used protection.
That was one night the brunette vowed to keep to herself. She was used of pretending everything is fine and dandy and she didn’t want to upset anyone with her terrible secret. It’s not like her parents were around to notice her, so why bother confessing that painful night to them. She felt it was better to push that memory to the side burner, and continue living life as teenager. Svetlana was the girl who didn’t do serious relationships in high school, and stuck to friends with benefits. Her long-time friend, Elvis Callaway was one of the guys she had that relationship with. Over time she fell for the guy, and was in love with him. The problem was her best friend was also in love with him too. She was oblivious to Olivia’s feelings until Elvis got into a car crash. She over heard her friend spill her heart out to the unconscious boy. She wasn’t going to give up on him, and when he awoke from his slumber, she told him how he felt. Well, she didn’t get the answer she hoped for. He told her she was lusting after him and that was it. Svetlana was crushed, and had to put an end to their friends with benefits. Little did she know he felt the same way as she did? On Valentine’s Day he bought her Maryjane, and was going to tell her how he felt, but it was too late for them.
After graduation, Svetlana ran off to Paris for a year. She wanted to study design in a foreign place like her mother did. After a year being in Paris, the girl got home sick. She was missing her friends, family, and most of all Elvis. She could never get him out of her mind as much as she tried. When she returned home to Los Angelus, she told the young man how she felt once again over AOL instant messenger. Once again, she received a disappointing answer. He told Svetlana he was dating her best friend, Olivia. She didn’t think so much would have changed in a year, but it did. She wasn’t pleased with her friend or Elvis for that matter, and avoided them for about a good five months. One day the brunette saw Olivia with another guy that wasn’t her boyfriend. The two seemed too cozy for just being friends, so Svetlana went straight to Elvis about it. The last thing she wanted to see was her best friend hurt. After confiding to him about what she saw, he broke up with her. Of course Olivia blamed her for their break up because she wasn’t cheating. She was just catching up with an old friend. Elvis wasn’t taking the break up too well, so Svetlana decided to take him to Vegas to take everything off his mind.
It was a total of year and half since the girl partied with her friend. The two got hammered every night, and it was like the old times. Those were the days Svetlana truly missed the most. The last night of their Vegas trip, Elvis proposed to her. The two were certainly under the influence, but she agreed to marry him anyway. She didn’t remember their wedding night what so ever. Though, she did remember waking up to Elvis with a tattoo wedding band. She didn’t want to break her friend’s heart that was still in love with the young man. But she was going to divorce him because she too was in love with him. Obvious Elvis wanted to be Svetlana and not Olivia. A few months later Svetlana found out she was pregnant with their daughter, Aspen. During her pregnancy Svelvis hit a rough patch. That little girl brought them back together. Two years later, the couple have a strong, healthy beautiful little girl, and happy relationship.
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I guess I should just hold my tongue ,
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[/size] hello, I'm amber[/color]. I play svetlana callaway [/color]and his/her playmates, n/a[/color]. I myself have seen seventeen [/color]summers and I plan to see a lot more, livin the good life up in massachusetts[/color]. I've been in this part of town for four[/color], so I know the area pretty well. oh! and did I mention that alexa faye [/color]told me about this island resort? he/she's a gorgeous thing. stalk me? well, my aim is amber obvz[/color], my msn's amberxox09@hotmai.com[/color], and my email's nifapplicable[/color], . but, of course, you can always PM me. au revior !"[/size]
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While her husband was away from Australia, Svetlana kept herself busy. She knew five months wasn’t long, but when the days lagged on five months seemed like eternity for her. The brunette was always at her boutique greeting customers with a warm welcome smile, as they shopped around her store. Every single item on the shelf or racks was designed by yours truly. The girl felt accomplished with her life. Svetlana is only twenty-one years of age and already has her own successful fashion company and boutique, married to the love of her life, and expecting her first child. It’s safe to say she was content with her life, and couldn’t ask for more. If she wasn’t at her store ringing up customers she was at home sketching new designs for the upcoming season. The brunette wanted to be ahead of schedule before the baby comes. She won’t be able to have time to sketch and take care of the newborn at the same time. Of course her husband would be there to help out, but she wasn’t going to let him care for their daughter as she worked all the time. The baby is the reason why Svetlana started to prepare before she gave birth to the child. Despite the fact she had a huge baby bump it didn’t stop her from completing her daily tasks. She was almost done with her daughter’s room, but she was waiting for Elvis to come home. She needed help with moving the furniture in, and she didn’t want strain herself or do harm towards the baby. So the girl felt it would be better if he came home before she lifted anything. Of course during the evening she settled in to watch her husband playing basketball. Svetlana was his number one fan, and his personal cheerleader. She was proud of him as well because he got to follow his dream like she has as well. Not many couples got to obtain that dream like they have. This life was something the girl didn’t take for granted what so ever.
Of course Svetlana watched the championship game on television with her best friend, Ace. It was the Celtics against the Lakers, and it was obvious the Celtics were going to win for two obvious reasons. One luck of the Irish, and two both Elvis and Tristan were apart of the team. There’s no way to deny those two skills when it came to tossing an orange ball in a hoop. The brunette was in her husband’s boxers and shirt just like the blond. Yes, those two had to be different, and the boxers were rather comfy. If boys can wear girl pants, girls can wear their boxers. Besides wearing her husband’s under garments she also fancied his Levi’s. It’s literally a battle for those pair of jeans, but Svetlana manages a way to get her paws on them. Hey, those jeans looked amazing on her, so her hubby shouldn’t be complaining. Elvis looked great on television, but she wanted to be there with him to celebrate his win. They were a million miles a part, but since this was their last game it meant Elvis was coming home soon. Soon was not soon enough for her, but it was better than another five months. That was the one thing she didn’t like about his career choice. The fact he was away from her for five consecutive months stunk. Hey, he was going to be home when the baby arrived, so she wasn’t going to complain. The brunette didn’t enjoy being alone that long, but it was career, and she had hers. Thankfully, his team beat the Lakers and the season was over. He would be home within a week’s time like he told her over the phone. Svetlana was expecting him to come on in a week, but when he walked into the house a few days after the game she was shocked and excited. It seemed like everyone knew he was coming home early except for her. The surprise was pleasant, and was delighted he was home sooner than he planned. Seeing his face was better than any gift anyone could get her. The phone calls and IM conversations didn’t cut, but it was better than nothing at all. She didn’t have to worry about that until the next season picks up. The brunette was one happy camper, hah.
Svetlana wasn’t thrilled when some reporter, Holly stopped by there house the day after her husband’s return to Sydney. Being the typical friendly girl that she is for the most part had gotten Elvis up to do this interview. It was odd since most of them call and schedule to meet up with him. After that disturbance that hasn’t been any others, and she was glad. For a few days she wanted Elvis to herself without reporters, friends, or her sister to be around bugging them. As selfish as it sounds, she just missed him and wanted to spend time with him. Was that crime? I think not. Svetlana was entitled to spend time alone with her husband. Before they know it, it won’t just be them in the house. They’ll be accompanying by the arrival of their baby girl. The brunette had wanted to talk to Elvis about names since the time was running out. It was matter of days before she pops the baby out, hah. She didn’t want to be fogged up, and give her daughter some weird ass name. Hah, the brunette would hate her mother if she gave her some tribal name. But she adored her name, and it was unique. You don’t meet many Svetlana’s in Sydney, Australia. There were a few names she had mine, and hopefully Elvis liked them. The brunette walked towards Elvis’ side of the bed when he said he needed talk to her. If this was a boyfriend and girlfriend relationship, she would be a little timid because the ‘I need to talk’ was never a good sign. Sitting down next to him, she glanced up at him. ”Elvis, what is it?” she questioned as she bit the lower edge of her lip. Okay, she was lying to herself. She was bit nervous about what her husband had to say to her.
Of course Svetlana watched the championship game on television with her best friend, Ace. It was the Celtics against the Lakers, and it was obvious the Celtics were going to win for two obvious reasons. One luck of the Irish, and two both Elvis and Tristan were apart of the team. There’s no way to deny those two skills when it came to tossing an orange ball in a hoop. The brunette was in her husband’s boxers and shirt just like the blond. Yes, those two had to be different, and the boxers were rather comfy. If boys can wear girl pants, girls can wear their boxers. Besides wearing her husband’s under garments she also fancied his Levi’s. It’s literally a battle for those pair of jeans, but Svetlana manages a way to get her paws on them. Hey, those jeans looked amazing on her, so her hubby shouldn’t be complaining. Elvis looked great on television, but she wanted to be there with him to celebrate his win. They were a million miles a part, but since this was their last game it meant Elvis was coming home soon. Soon was not soon enough for her, but it was better than another five months. That was the one thing she didn’t like about his career choice. The fact he was away from her for five consecutive months stunk. Hey, he was going to be home when the baby arrived, so she wasn’t going to complain. The brunette didn’t enjoy being alone that long, but it was career, and she had hers. Thankfully, his team beat the Lakers and the season was over. He would be home within a week’s time like he told her over the phone. Svetlana was expecting him to come on in a week, but when he walked into the house a few days after the game she was shocked and excited. It seemed like everyone knew he was coming home early except for her. The surprise was pleasant, and was delighted he was home sooner than he planned. Seeing his face was better than any gift anyone could get her. The phone calls and IM conversations didn’t cut, but it was better than nothing at all. She didn’t have to worry about that until the next season picks up. The brunette was one happy camper, hah.
Svetlana wasn’t thrilled when some reporter, Holly stopped by there house the day after her husband’s return to Sydney. Being the typical friendly girl that she is for the most part had gotten Elvis up to do this interview. It was odd since most of them call and schedule to meet up with him. After that disturbance that hasn’t been any others, and she was glad. For a few days she wanted Elvis to herself without reporters, friends, or her sister to be around bugging them. As selfish as it sounds, she just missed him and wanted to spend time with him. Was that crime? I think not. Svetlana was entitled to spend time alone with her husband. Before they know it, it won’t just be them in the house. They’ll be accompanying by the arrival of their baby girl. The brunette had wanted to talk to Elvis about names since the time was running out. It was matter of days before she pops the baby out, hah. She didn’t want to be fogged up, and give her daughter some weird ass name. Hah, the brunette would hate her mother if she gave her some tribal name. But she adored her name, and it was unique. You don’t meet many Svetlana’s in Sydney, Australia. There were a few names she had mine, and hopefully Elvis liked them. The brunette walked towards Elvis’ side of the bed when he said he needed talk to her. If this was a boyfriend and girlfriend relationship, she would be a little timid because the ‘I need to talk’ was never a good sign. Sitting down next to him, she glanced up at him. ”Elvis, what is it?” she questioned as she bit the lower edge of her lip. Okay, she was lying to herself. She was bit nervous about what her husband had to say to her.
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