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ROXIE VAN BUREN



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waves wash me of my empty memories,

- - - - -She'd had enough of whiny complaining skinny-ass models for one day. Roxie van Buren, head of the Van Buren Modeling Agency, needed a damn break. The morning had been a rough one in fact. She'd woken up early that morning for a five o'clock phone call with another agency in Russia to argue about which agency a model had signed with first. In the end Roxie gave up the rights to the model after finding some risque videos of her on the internet. Apparently the other agency had yet to find them and Roxie just didn't want to deal with the kind of baggage that particular breakout model had. Sure publicity was nice but that kind brought a bad name to the business. Roxie didn't have time for it about as much as she didn't want time for it. She'd taken her morning jog about three hours before her usual routine which was nice seeing as how by the time she made it to the bench for a breather, she got to watch the sunrise. So far the sunrise had been the best part of her day. The rest had gone downhill fast.

- - - - -Roxie hadn't even had a chance to walk back into her house that morning. As she'd been sitting on the bench and letting the first of the sun's rays warm her body, one of her many assistants had scrambled out of her house to tell her that a model had come to work with a huge hangover. "Wonderful." was all Roxie could manage before she rose from the wooden bench, took her coffee from her assistant and began walking the path back up to her two story Victorian. She'd barked out her usual directions to her assistant who ran to VBMA to tell the make-up committee what they needed to do and ascended her favorite marble staircase upstairs to her bedroom. She slipped out of her morning jogging clothes and into the shower. All during her shower she had a nagging feeling that they day wasn't going to get much better. But Roxie didn't expect much out of any day since she'd returned to Los Angeles and started her business. She hadn't expected much after getting out of that hospital in New Zealand empty handed. She wanted her life back, all of it. She'd even give up the high-class life she'd gotten for herself just for her life back. And knowing she was so close without having her in her arms was torture. Every day was torture.

- - - - -She had so many secrets. And she hated keeping every one of them. No one knew about Angie, every record had been taken from the books when Roxie had come out of her coma. The adoption had been so illegal it might as well have been black market. Roxie had tracked any shread of a lead right back to Los Angeles, where it had all began. Right back to every past memory that had lead to those fateful moments. And in the true reality of it all, she was alone. Roxie stepped out of the shower enveloped in steam. She used a small hand towel to rub away the build up on her mirror so that she could get ready for work. With a large towel wrapped around her body and rolled securely, Roxie went to work blow drying her hair. Once she was finished she pulled half of it back so that her hair wouldn't get in the way of her face and slipped a gold chain necklace around her neck. She dried the rest of her body of quickly and left the bathroom in search of her closet. Once there Roxie made light work of picking out something simple and slipping it on. That was the one perk of owning your own business. You did what you want and when you wanted to. With a old Aerosmith tour t-shirt and a pair of Seven jeans adorning her body, Roxie walked down stairs and trekked across the gravel path to VBMA Headquarters.

- - - - -She loved walking in first thing in the morning. She loved tossing open the glass doors and seeing every face of every employee that worked for her look up from their work to watch her walk in. She had always demanded some sort of respect and she found it in her employees. She greeted her three-year secretary, Glenda, whose name reminded her of the witch character from the Wizard of Oz, and recieved her morning messages. Glenda was anything but the good witch in demeanor and in her way of speaking. Glenda was a definite no-nonsense worker and when Roxie was not in she ran the place like a general. But Roxie liked having someone besides her to call some of the shots. She appreciated Glenda's work dispite her lack of social prowess and knew she could always rely on her when she needed to. She flipped through her messages on her way to her office. Roxie seldom used the office. It was mainly for show and for entertaining high-importance individuals. Roxie liked getting her hands in her work. She enjoyed watching the processes to make sure nothing wrong had happened and she liked people working without slacking off in her presence. She only used her office for paperwork and for taking breaks. Today was one of those days. Before reaching her office Roxie stuck her head into the make-up department to take a look at her hungover model. With a brisk talking to the girl was quick to understand that if it happened again she wouldn't be finding work at anywhere but the greasy diner on the outskirts of town as a waitress or toilet scrubber.

- - - - -After her little chat she finally made it to her office and sat down for the monthly paperwork splurge. She hated paperwork. If she had a partner she was pretty sure she'd pawn it all off on them. The paper kept her in a chair when all she wanted was to be out. But after slipping her ipod into it's deck and playing the usual paperwork playlist she was nose first in contracts and renewals and payments all before ten o'clock. By the time she'd finished with everything, writing checks, calling to double check documents, signing so many papers she thought her hand would fall off, Roxie was done. She checked the clock and gaped as a bright red 3:47 shown on the digital clock on her desk. She'd skipped lunch and had missed the shoot that she had hoped she'd be finished in time to watch. She rose slowly from her chair letting her back adjust to being out of the sitting position before she did a little stretch. Finally she turned off the ipod and turned off the lights before she left her office. "Glenda the paperwork is finished. Can you make sure that Jameson files it right this time. If he doesn't you can tell him his ass is out of here. I don't want another Vogue incident." She said before giving her secretary a casual smile and walking out the front door.

- - - - -She followed the path in reverse of what she'd walked this morning, now on her way to her home. She padded upstaired in her ballet flats until she was in her bedroom where she stripped down and found a bathing suit to wear. After such a bad day Roxie knew that if she didn't go out and find a pick-me-up that she was going to feel terrible the rest of the day. With her suit on and a casual dress covering her body, she slipped her feet into some brandless flip flops and headed out the door to her car. She hopped in the drivers side quickly and was on the open road in no time. She drove to Manhattan Beach where she quickly pulled into a parking space and got out of the car. With her Gucci sunglasses in place and a beach bag equipped with sun tan lotion, a towel, and a blanket she was as ready as she'd ever be to try and make the current day just a little bit better. She found a spot in the sand and spread out her blanket. She fished out her cell phone and checked her messages. She was sort of expecting someone after an aim chat. Deep down Roxie knew she needed to get this over with. Maybe Noah still had the kinda of resources she needed. The ones to help her find their child.


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NOAH TUCKER .
and there's some point every rose has to die.

- - Sitting there completely dumbfounded after the conversation he had had with Roxie van Buren, it was questioning to the way she had been acting. She had said that she had needed to speak with him and that it was urgent to be discussed in person, not online. It didn't make any sense, what was so important that couldn't be said over good ol' trusty AIM? Noah had known Roxie practically since his freshmen year of high school, but they had never really clicked until his senior year. That was when they started hanging out a whole lot more and they were just there for each other, mostly to have a good time. Especially after Hannah had left him for Ryan, they had spent a lot of time together, "quality" time, if you catch the drift. She helped him get through a lot of the stress and depression that his separation with Hannah had put him through and he could never thank her enough for that. No one had really been able to help him in the way that she had, of course they weren't anything but casual.

- - To be in a relationship that was serious with Roxie, he just didn't feel right to Noah for some reason. It wasn't that he didn't want to be or anything, it was hard to explain because even had didn't know what was up. Roxie was amazing no doubt, but to be an actual relationship with her, she just didn't seem like the type so he never really tried anything with her. Both of them never really hinted they had wanted anything more, so that was how he took it as. It wasn't very often that they were very serious with each other, just because it was how they helped each other out. They just always kicked back and had fun, doing the most stupidest shit there possibly was. That was what Noah enjoyed most about their relationship, there was no real emotional discussions or anything, it was just them having fun. It was nice because usually with all of his other female friends, they always had the tendency to want to talk about their feelings and how they wanted him to just open up to them and it was just annoying a lot of the time.

- - Being able to just hang out with one of the female gender and for once not talk about feelings or the future and all of that caring and sharing crap, it was nice. So you could understand why Noah was both worried and flustered to see Roxie so serious, serious enough that she had demanded that he met her up at the beach. Why there, he had no idea. It wasn't the best place to talk about something serious in Noah's opinion, but whatever. The chick had her own mind, so he best well follow it. Emerald eyes still found themselves staring at the screen of his laptop, at the conversation and to the point where Roxie and signed out. To go or not to go was the question, but of course he was going to, Noah just couldn't really let her think he was coming and basically stand her up. As well as for her to say what she needed to tell him was important, obviously meant something. Running his tongue over his bottom lip, he looked up to see Kaden watching some action comedy movie, what it was Noah couldn't tell.

- - Closing his laptop, he set it on the coffee table in front of him and stared down at the floor for a moment, before he pushed off of the couch and headed back toward his room. His fingers grabbed for the fabric of his shirt on his back and pulled it over his head and tossed it on his bed, before he went to his closet and pulled out a gray t-shirt and he pulled a jean jacket on and pushed up the sleeves so they were rolled up to his elbows. Clearing his throat, he headed back into the hallway and found himself back into the main room, where Kaden was still watching whatever the movie was. Noah glanced at his old brown leather jacket laying on the back of the couch and decided not to bring it, it was hot enough outside. "Hey, I gotta go for a bit, I'll be back soon - don't get into trouble, got it?" He warned his son, before he grabbed his keys off the kitchen counter and headed down the stairs to the front door. Noah hated, absolutely hated leaving Kaden home alone, but Roxie had told him to come alone, so what else was he supposed to do?

- - Not knowing where Hannah even was, there wasn't much that he could do about it. It wasn't that because Kaden wasn't old enough, because he was, it was just because he was paranoid about it. Especially knowing that his family was still out on the prowl, looking to spill his blood, and no doubt who ever was emotionally involved with him. Clenching his jaw again, he glanced sideways as he had his back turned toward the street, locking the front door. Turning back around, he stepped down the porch and headed across what lawn he had to his car. Stopping at the driver's door, he unlocked it and opened it, listening to the signature squeak and moan of the door, before he slid in and adjusted himself on the seats. Closing the door, he slipped the key into the ignition and revived the engine, feeling his black '67 Chevy Impala purr underneath him. Getting comfortable, with his hand on the steering wheel, he curved away from the curb and hit the gas, making sure there were no cars behind him that he was going to cut them off, because that wouldn't be good.

- - Within twenty minutes, he was pulling up to the Manhattan beach, and he knew there was a parking lot near somewhere. After circling the street a few times, he had finally found somewhere to park and killed the engine, grabbing his keys from the ignition he sat there for a second and stared out of his window. Well this was it, whatever Roxie thought was so damn important, he was about to find out. Opening his door, he slid out and stood up straight, popping his knees in the process. Making sure the doors were locked, he glanced down at his biker boots and looked at the beach. Noah was so not dressed for the beach. Grunting at it, he shook his head and headed across the street, watching out of the corners of his eyes to make sure no one was going to make a move and try to hit him, which most would love to see. Straightening out the jean jacket, he carefully picked his way down a hill to the beach and he could feel his feet start to get heavier as he trudged through the sand in his boots. Noah realized he was getting stares from the other people on the beach who were in trunks and bikinis and all he did was glance at them.

- - Emerald eyes finally caught the sight of the familiar female and his whole body began to relax, although his legs were tiring. As he approached her, he noticed she was also in a bikini and that he was the only one left fully dressed. Resting in his hands in his pockets, he stood over Roxie for a few moments, looking away from her, he looked out to the ocean and squinted. Clenching his jaw again, he looked back down at her and carefully sat himself down next to her, not really caring if his jeans got sandy. Rubbing his hands together as he sat forward, his legs bent to where his knees were straight up directly across from his chest. "So, what in the hell was so important, that you just had to tell me in person, let alone drag me out here." He stared at the sand for a moment, before looking over at her, eyebrows raised slightly in question. It was something to tell someone they needed to talk to them in person and like, met them at their place. But it was a totally different situation when you were told to meet at a beach.



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ROXIE VAN BUREN



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waves wash me of my empty memories,

- - - - -No one quite understood why Roxie had such a hard with things since she returned to LA. The secret that she kept had been solely hers for so long it was almost hard to imagine that she'd finally be telling someone else. Even those few, eight, months ago, she'd managed to keep everyone quiet. Her baby had been born in secret and she had wanted it to stay that way, at least until she could find her daughter. The thought of what she might look like now caused a brief and anguished groan to creep up her throat. She'd seen a picture of her that had been taken while Roxie had been in her blood-loss induced coma. That perfect little girl bundled in a pink blanket, her little fingers gripping at the fabric, her eyes closed, and yawning a huge yawn that almost overcame her face. Roxie had held that picture close for many months. It had been the only thing that had helped her sleep those three or four months after her parents had stolen her.

- - - - -Just remembering her parent's treachery made Roxie's face burn red hot with anger. Since she was born she'd always known that her parents had hated her. They'd disowned her at a very young age and had pawned her off on her grandparents to live on their estate with her brother while they worked at the White House doing whatever mysterious crap that they did. She'd always known that they hated her. She barely ever received a phone call on her birthday and if she did she only spoke to them for a minute or so before they got so disgusted that they would hang up on her. Roxie had finally began to come to her senses in her teenage years. She avoiding any rare phone calls, she purposefully did things she knew they wouldn't like, and she purposefully acted the way they didn't want her to act. That had been one of the reasons she'd become a model in the first place. She knew they hated the idea so she signed. She knew they'd hate seeing her so she did photo shoots in lingerie. Everything she did she methodically planned to make then hate her more.

- - - - -The kicker had been when Roxie and Walter had been given the total of their grandfather's estate to split. Her grandmother had been fine with accounts and such in her own name and had signed off her consent when the will had been permanently altered to no longer include Roxie's parents. She hated remembering all of those court battles in which her parents tried to drag their daughter through the mud for money and personal possessions they felt they were owed. The judge had found their actions as despicable as Roxie had always seen them and had eventually stopped the trial for the children's sake. That was the one thing she'd been grateful for, not having to endure her parents as long as she was supposed to. Still her parents had found a way to control their daughter. They had been granted the duty of being in charge of her inheritance and were only to hand it over once she'd turned eighteen. Roxie had been in Europe doing photo shoots when she'd heard and had been yanked out of the business by her parents. They'd told her that she would need to return and finish school at Blair if she ever wanted to see her inheritance again. And indeed she had returned and gone to school just as her parents had demanded.

- - - - -The end of the school year had been hardest for Roxie. Aside from being under her parent's thumb she'd also lost the one last person in her life who she thought of as family, her grandmother. She'd received another sum of inheritance by then but had received on her own now that she'd turned eighteen. With both inheritances combined and out of her parent's clutches, Roxie had finally thought she was free. She lived her life to the fullest enjoying company, and all out living her life. Then she'd found out she was pregnant. In one moment her life had begun to weigh heavily on her shoulders. She immediately stopped drinking, had started herself on a regimen of vitamins, and had really started taking care of herself. Before she could even start showing, Roxie took off with barely any goodbyes and traveled to New Zealand where she could be pregnant and deliver in piece. Labor had been hell, the delivery had been worst. Right after delivering her daughter, Roxie had succumbed to a coma from the amount of blood she'd lost. She'd only been out for about a week but when she'd woken up to find the hospital in a panic. After demanding to see her baby for almost two hours, the doctors and security staff told her that her parents had taken the baby. She'd later learned that her parents had stalked her to New Zealand and had taken the opportunity to be put in charge of both Roxie and her daughter. They'd then taken the baby and adopted her out illegally.

- - - - -The sun beat down on her with rays so hot that she should be sweating, but her body was as cold as ice. Her hands had a minor quake to them, so little you would assume it was just a side-affect of too much coffee. That was, if you didn't know Roxie at all. Roxie had always been an outspoken, and confident person. Even with temperatures below zero, she always willed her hands not to shake. Shaking was a sign of weakness. Shaking was a sign of fright, and at the moment Roxie harbored both feelings. She was scared out of her mind about the thought of how Noah would take to the information. He'd already been surprised by the existence of one child, how would he react to another, and by one of his closest friends? So many scenarios flashed through her mind, each with different endings and different possibilities. She entwined her fingers together to keep them from shaking, to keep from showing anyone that she was weak, but even with her fingers locked together and bundled in a large fist, she could still feel the shaking, still feel that lingering quiver that gave away her emotions.

- - - - -She heard familiar footsteps behind her and her eyes squeezed tightly shut, her mind willing the rest of her body to go through with this. He was here, she had to tell him. She sat up as Noah found a place in the sand beside her. She pulled her knees to her chest and wrapped her arms tightly around her legs, so tightly that where skin met skin had begun to turn white. She listened as he spoke, finally turning her head to meet his gaze. Usually his voice would be soothing, and would put her at ease. After all he was her best friend. She didn't know how much longer that might last but for now he was. Her eyes betrayed her entire body as her gaze met his, shallow pools of tears beginning to build. She took a deep breath, preparing herself for the onslaught that would follow her next few words. "I've been trying to find ways to tell you this since I found out, but I just couldn't get up the nerve." She said her gaze immediately turning back to the ocean for a little relief from his questioning stare. "You remember how much fun we used to have back before I left for New Zealand? Well, it turns out. . . oh how do I say this. . . I got pregnant." Once those words left her mouth the rest seemed to fall out in one confusing bundle. She found herself rambling, something Roxie van Buren never did. "I had a baby back in New Zealand. My parents took her and I've been searching for her ever since. That's why I came back to LA, because the last lead I had brought me back here. I know I've kept this from you but I didn't want to tell you until I had her in my arms and I've searched and searched for the whole eight months she's been gone and I've come up with nothing. No matter what I do I can't find our daughter. My baby Angie."

- - - - -Her voice broke with the mention of her daughter's name. Finally the tears that had threatened to emerge did and Roxie's head fell to her arms and she sobbed. Her body shook uncontrollably as the tears and the worry and the doubt that had built up over that short eight months surfaced and broke down one of the biggest wall's Roxie had ever built. People probably looked at her funny, they probably though something was wrong with her, besides the obvious, and she probably looked like hell but Roxie didn't care. Finally the weight that had pushed her further and further to the brink was off of her shoulders. She'd told the truth. Now all she had to do was brace herself for the aftershock. She thought that Noah would explode, maybe even attack her with rage. Anything he did she deserved. She'd lied to him for months, heck she'd lied to him for years when she'd told him she was going to New Zealand on vacation and had decided to stay. She was a liar, and hopeless and cruel liar and she deserved every bit of pain she knew Noah would push upon her.


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[noah tucker .]

NOAH TUCKER .
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