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Posted: Mon Apr 28, 2014 9:04 am
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Name: Amiee Tressler
Age: 17
Sex: Female
Screen Name: Fallen_Prince
Orientation: Lesbian
Activities: Art, tech team, hacking, cross-dressing, metal working, online gaming, and digital music mixing.
Background: Amiee was born into a slowly breaking family when her father walked out on her and her mother. She had been only two and doesn't remember much other than a faint trace of his voice. Raised by a struggling mother, Amiee learned how to help her around the house quickly just to make things easier on her. Though her mother remarried twice, both of those relationships failed when Amiee called them out on taking advantage of her mother for one reason or another, and so the young girl started to learn how to work with metal as another means to have income. Her instructor, Tenchi Shigino helped her learn the smithing trade and she soon became his apprentice, the man turning into a father figure for her. She had several run-ins with the police, but each time Tenchi bailed her out and had her do punishments of cleaning the shop and equipment for a month.
When Amiee was fifteen, she went to him to ask about girls, and to her surprise, he simply arched his eyebrows and asked if she liked them. When she said yes, he just went about answering questions as if it was nothing. A such, Amiee never thought that it was a bad thing to be gay. In high school, she went through a bit of modeling and learned how to cross-dress just before opening a profile on a website BeTeenVoice, but using one of her cross-dressed pictures for the profile just because she liked it at the time.
Fallen_Prince was her own gentle, kind nature but with a more masculine appearance. A bit playful, thoughtful, and very chivalrous, her online identity seemed to quickly amass friends. But the moment she said that she was a female and that the profile picture was just that of her cross-dressed, Amiee learned that being a lesbian wasn't as widely accepted as she had first thought, so she just opted to let people assume as they may and not try to tell them any different.
Her mother is still unaware of the fact she is a lesbian, but Amiee plans on telling her soon. However, a very pretty girl sent her a friend request, and as she swallowed a lump in her throat, Amiee Tressler accepted.
Photos:
BeTeenVoice profile picture-
Amiee: 
Authoress: Feral Fallen
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Posted: Mon Apr 28, 2014 10:02 pm
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Saralee Monroe
It had been a full week of non stop practice for Saralee Monroe. She was heading straight from class, to her cheerleader practice, and back home to practice her violin before homework. Through it all, she managed to keep up with her social networking on BeTeenVoice. Many people had been talking to her on the website, but only one seemed to be a constant profile viewer: Fallen_Prince. The name itself made this teen seem mysterious and very wealthy, something Saralee had been hoping to find one way or another in her high school years. He was always online after she got home from school unless it seemed he had something else to do. Never the less, Saralee had sent him a friend request yesterday and wanted to make sure she checked on it as soon as she came in the door.
"Mom, I'm home!" Saralee called into the large estate sitting room when she opened the front door. "Don't bother me for a bit. I promise I'll practice after a little bit. I have to check my emails! Have Jenkins bring up my supper after six o'clock. I don't think I'll have time to come down." Her mother called back in her usual disapproving manner, but Saralee was already up the large staircase and into her room before she could be called back. With a click of the lock, she was free from harassment at last.
"Alright," the blond said softly to herself while logging on to her laptop. "Let's see what we have here." The website icon expanded to a full window with a notification flagged. Her heart jumped with excitement. Clicking on it, the big bold letters stated her new friend request had been accepted by Fallen_Prince. "Oh my gosh! He actually accepted!" She smiled ear to ear and quickly sent a few clicks to the mysterious user's profile to type a message.
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~GreenEyedVixen and Fallen_Prince are now Friends~
GreenEyedVixen: Thanks for accepting my friend request. biggrin Judging your profile you don't sound a whole lot older than I am too. What kind of things are you into when you're not at school? I'd love to learn more about my new friend smile
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Posted: Tue Apr 29, 2014 6:28 pm
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Amiee Tressler
Amiee sighed as she rolled her neck a bit at her anvil, wiping the sweat from her brow as her mentor gave her a grin. "Alright, I think I've worked you enough for one day." He told the girl, watching her arch an eyebrow at him. "Dude, no way. I've only been here like an hour!" The blacksmith student was rewarded by his laugh, Amiee pouting a bit when he reminded her that her school came before her job. With a sigh, the jade eyed girl hung up her tongs and set the blade she had been working on atop some concrete, her hammer next to her anvil.
With a wave and a quick good-bye, the punk girl dashed off to her home and to her computer, eager to see who had messaged her today. The moment she had reached the door and opened it, she was met by the sight of her mother watching the television. Or, at least she was sitting in front the television as she slept, the screen turned to the news. The teen shook her head and went off into her room to extract her faithful laptop, opening the item up and logging in at lightning speeds before pulling up the site that she had been somehow strangely attached to of late. The moment she logged in, she clicked open a message from the girl who had caught her attention for a while now.
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Fallen_Prince: Yeah, I'm only a year older than you right now. I do smithing, music, and art when I am at my humble abode.
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Amiee glanced around at her small room with a weary smirk, taking in the art supplies, metal weapons, clothing, and few posters. 'Yep, most definitely humble.' She though wryly before going back to her message.
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I also have done some modeling, but my style is more punk. What about you? You seem to be a very lovely young woman. Do you do any modeling? What kind of music do you like?
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Amiee clicked send before she could have any second thoughts, biting her lower lip nervously. This girl really was beautiful, but she could almost sense a twinge of deja vu at her but quickly brushed it off. She probably had been gawking at her pictures for too long. There was no way she had ever seen her before. |
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Posted: Wed Apr 30, 2014 5:45 am
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Saralee Monroe
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Fallen_Prince: Yeah, I'm only a year older than you right now. I do smithing, music, and art when I am at my humble abode. I also have done some modeling, but my style is more punk. What about you? You seem to be a very lovely young woman. Do you do any modeling? What kind of music do you like?
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The very fact that he had replied so fast had surprised the blond teen.Surely he hadn't been waiting all this time for my reply. No. No I'm sure he was simply checking his emails and happened to come to my post at just the right time. Yes. Yes that's it. Saralee had trouble feeling comfortable with any man who was so quick to leap into her conversations. She barely had time for dating and her last boyfriend had just broken up with her earlier that week, saying she was too busy to even care about him and the football team the squad was cheering for. Oh well. It was his loss anyway. Saralee ran a hand through her long locks and smiled a bit. A model? Wow seems I have found someone who cares about his body as much as I do. She clicked the reply button and let her fingers do the talking.
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GreenEyedVixen: Sounds like you've got your hands just as full as I do, lol. As for modeling, I must say I am impressed. I guess you care about your figure as much as I do for mine 4laugh I haven't done any modeling but let's just say my previous boyfriend had quite a few photos of me in my bikini in his locker if that counts. I like modern music and pop, but I never pass up a classic I can dance like a belle of the ball to. I just have to find a good gentleman to lead me around the floor without stepping on my toes!
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Saralee giggled a bit to herself and flipped her hair back over her shoulder. It had been quite a while since someone actually wanted her to talk about herself without asking her to shut up. The whole thing was rather flattering! The blond woman walked over to her backpack and fiddled through her date book. There seemed to be only three days until the Sadie Hawkins Dance at Bayview High School and since the break-up, she was now date less. No. A Monroe never goes to an even unescorted! She would find a replacement escort and he would be fabulous enough to make David sorry he ever broke up with her! Then it came to her: Why not see if this guy was free the night of the dance and they could get together at the dance? True, it went against almost everything her mother had put in place for meeting someone for the first time in person without being properly introduced, but what else was she to do? Ask a random guy in the hallway on her way to Calculus? Never! Before she could second guess herself, she found her fingers typing several miles an hour over the keyboard.
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GreenEyedVixen: This guy I was dating for a few weeks named David broke up with me earlier this week. Sadly now I am trying to find a replacement for the Sadie Hawkins Dance on Friday at seven pm. Got any plans? I could use a stunning partner to make David squirm in his cleats!
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Without hesitation, the reply was sent straight to the Fallen_Prince and along with a little bit of her dignity. As soon as she came to her senses, she turned bright red and felt her ears start to burn. "No No No No No! I'm an idiotic dingbat! Who in their right mind just blurts out about a break-up and needing an escort?!? Ugh!" She walked to her bed and flopped face-down into her pillows. "I... am a moron. Maybe I should just stick to my studies..." After taking in a few deep breaths, she reached into her case and took out her brightly colored cherry wood violin and began tuning it while her computer screen continued the live chat.
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Posted: Wed Apr 30, 2014 7:12 am
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Amiee Tressler
She had just starting pulling up a few songs to work on when she noticed the icon on the BeTeenVoice tap blink, clicking it open with a grin.
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GreenEyedVixen: Sounds like you've got your hands just as full as I do, lol. As for modeling, I must say I am impressed. I guess you care about your figure as much as I do for mine 4laugh I haven't done any modeling but let's just say my previous boyfriend had quite a few photos of me in my bikini in his locker if that counts. I like modern music and pop, but I never pass up a classic I can dance like a belle of the ball to. I just have to find a good gentleman to lead me around the floor without stepping on my toes! This guy I was dating for a few weeks named David broke up with me earlier this week. Sadly now I am trying to find a replacement for the Sadie Hawkins Dance on Friday at seven pm. Got any plans? I could use a stunning partner to make David squirm in his cleats!
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Amiee arched her eyebrow as she read about the ex, then bowed her head a bit. "Of course she's straight. Why would a totally beautiful girl like that be anything but straight?" She groaned to herself before taking a deep breath and reading on.
A smirk crossed her lips as she read about dancing, recalling the professional dancing that Tenchi had taught her when she was younger to help her woo the ladies if she found one she liked. However, her jaw dropped when she saw the part about the recent break up and the dance. Amiee hoped that this girl didn't realize how pretensions she sounded, then breathless as she realized they possibly went to the same school. Her brain was taking far too long to process everything, but if nothing else, she could easily go in drag and at least keep her company.
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Fallen_Prince: Wow, sorry to hear about the break up. As for plans, I currently don't have any, but I would be honored to accompany you to the dance. While I'm not exactly the kind of person that makes others jealous on sight, I would be willing to act as a buffer between you and this David fellow. I can see about getting together some proper attire for the dance. I may not be the best dancer, but I can hold my own.
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Amiee chewed her lower lip a bit. It HAD been a while since she had gone out in drag, plus she would have to see if Tenchi had anything in her size that would work for the dance. And then there was the fact of her pink clump of hair. 'I can always just saw it was dyed for a shoot.' She mentally soothed.
Which was true. Her hair had been dyed for the recent modeling shoot for a brand of perfume. The hacker had been laughing when Tenchi had shoved the picture of her looking over her shoulder seductively in nothing but jeans and a smile with her back to the camera under her nose, the photograph all greyscale except for her pink hair and jade green eyes. The perfume had been a huge success, but her mother and mentor were both unhappy that she had done a shoot without upper body clothing. With a small smile, she went back to the message.
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I know I'm not the best looking of people, but I will try my best to be suitable company for a lovely lady such as yourself. What sort of things do you enjoy eating? I personally enjoy thai foods and curry. Which school is the dance held at?
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Amiee hit send, the final question more to confirm her suspicions than anything. With a heavy flop onto her mattress, the girl looked at the ceiling, her jade eyes nervous. "What in the hell am I doing? She's a straight chick, and I'm a model who does drag. ******** hell."
She stood and walked to her closet in an attempt to locate anything that she might use to aid in her disguise. Part of her wanted to just go as herself, but this girl expected a guy. Thankfully, Amiee was able to provide her with that, though as a male she still looked very feminine. |
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Posted: Wed Apr 30, 2014 3:20 pm
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Saralee Monroe
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Fallen_Prince:Wow, sorry to hear about the break up. As for plans, I currently don't have any, but I would be honored to accompany you to the dance. While I'm not exactly the kind of person that makes others jealous on sight, I would be willing to act as a buffer between you and this David fellow. I can see about getting together some proper attire for the dance. I may not be the best dancer, but I can hold my own. I know I'm not the best looking of people, but I will try my best to be suitable company for a lovely lady such as yourself. What sort of things do you enjoy eating? I personally enjoy thai foods and curry. Which school is the dance held at?
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He models and says he isn't the best looking of people? Curious... she thought to herself. Fallen_Prince did sound a bit unsure of the entire dance but he was willing to go. Why would he be not confident in himself? Saralee put down her violin after finishing its tuning and read the message over again. She did sound a little forward with her invitation to make David jealous after rereading it.Gah I'm such an idiot! She hung her head and sighed. Well, what was typed was unalterable. She had to accept what she had done. At the very least Fallen_Prince seemed to shrug it off. The blond was very thankful for that. She thought for a moment and then sat back down in the computer chair and started typing back.
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GreenEyedVixen: Thanks so much for wanting to go with me. It's not like someone in my kind of position in the high school food chain to show up without an escort, so thank you again! As for my food, I try a lot of different things when my father brings home food from his business meetings. I have yet to try thai food so I can't say whether I like it or not and I have never tried curry. But I'm sure if you offered to bring some to me I wouldn't just turn up my nose, LOL. I think my favorite so far is italian since the last stuffed shells my father brought home had some shredded chicken in it. Oh, and the dance is held at Bayview High School in the Krings building gymnasium. I hope that's not too far for you to travel, is it?
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She hit the send button and soon after her father was knocking on her door. She couldn't be caught in a chat room again! Quickly clicking in the box again she added a quick note.
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GreenEyedVixen: Sorry to rush off, but father is here now and he can't catch me here again. I don't think I'll be online again until Friday. I've got cheerleading, violin practice, and plenty of studying to do for my chemistry test on Friday. Please come to the dance with me. I'll be the one wearing an emerald green dress and a white rose hairpin on my left side above my ear. The dance starts at seven so please try to meet me at the front steps to the dance at six fifty pm. GTG!
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With a click to send and a click to exit, she brought her screen back to her chemistry notes. "Come in, Father." she called to the door. Her father came in holding a white styrofoam box and a large cup of tea. "My my, Saralee. Working hard again I see. I am sorry to hear about you and that David fellow. He did seem like a proper suitor given his athletic ability. I do hope you've found another guy to take to the dance. If not I can arrange-" Saralee put up her hand and smiled. "Already got it covered, Father. I know a nice guy who models and does some smithing. I think you'll be amazed with him if everything works out at the dance. Who knows? If we hit it off, you may not have to look too far ahead for registering a wedding chapel!"
Saralee hated sounding too enthusiastic about getting married, but it's all her parents seemed to focus on since she turned sixteen. They wanted their little girl to find a fellow that could impress their guests and make her look like she was a real winner. Still, who knew what the meeting would have in store for her? "Well, I'm glad to hear it. He better be good enough for a Monroe woman if he's going to the dance holding your hand. Should we expect him to drop by around six to pick you up?"
Quickly she shook her head and made up a big excuse. "No no. Ashley, Maria, and Sue are taking me in their car to all get ready at Megan's house before the dance! It's kind of a girl's night before the dance. We're all meeting our dates at the school, so please don't worry. I'll be fine." Her father raised an eyebrow but let the subject drop. Handing her the food and tea, he left the room. Whew. That was close.Now I really have to start practicing or Father will suspect something. He already saw my violin out. With a heavy sigh, Saralee grabbed her violin and started playing a beautiful melody while fantasizing about the dance on Friday.
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Posted: Wed Apr 30, 2014 6:20 pm
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Amiee Tressler
------------------------------------------------- GreenEyedVixen: Thanks so much for wanting to go with me. It's not like someone in my kind of position in the high school food chain to show up without an escort, so thank you again! As for my food, I try a lot of different things when my father brings home food from his business meetings. I have yet to try thai food so I can't say whether I like it or not and I have never tried curry. But I'm sure if you offered to bring some to me I wouldn't just turn up my nose, LOL. I think my favorite so far is italian since the last stuffed shells my father brought home had some shredded chicken in it. Oh, and the dance is held at Bayview High School in the Krings building gymnasium. I hope that's not too far for you to travel, is it?
GreenEyedVixen: Sorry to rush off, but father is here now and he can't catch me here again. I don't think I'll be online again until Friday. I've got cheerleading, violin practice, and plenty of studying to do for my chemistry test on Friday. Please come to the dance with me. I'll be the one wearing an emerald green dress and a white rose hairpin on my left side above my ear. The dance starts at seven so please try to meet me at the front steps to the dance at six fifty pm. GTG! ----------------------------------------------- Amiee had been back at the laptop and mixing music when the icon started blinking again, the girl reading over the two messages with a coy smirk. "Oh yeah, such a little rebel. I bet she's a Yuppie." She hissed to herself in amusement, then going back to her music for a while. If GreenEyedVixen wasn't going to see her message for a few days, she could take her time in writing it. She looked up at the clothing she had picked out and had hanging from her closet door for the dance; a white dress shirt, a nice pair of jeans, and her best black blazer matched with her favorite drag belt and necklace made for a very nice ensemble. She also had one of her most comfortable binders next to it to ensure that her generous C cup chest would remain tightly wrangled for the event. In Amiee's opinion, she would look better than most of the men there. She always enjoyed going in style when she had to be Alexander. She finally finished with the music and thought for a bit before typing, her fingers dancing across the keys at top speed. ------------------------------------------------------------- Fallen_Prince: Of course I will be there. Besides, I attend your school, but I try to not let anyone know that I model. It's too much attention for my tastes on a daily basis. I will be there at six thirty and wearing a white dress shirt, black blazer, and will be holding a white rose. I also have a pink bangs from a recent shoot, so you will be able to tell it's me easily if you look for the guy with pink in his hair. I will see you there.------------------------------------------------------------- Amiee sent the text along swiftly before letting out a deep breath, deciding that now was as good a time as any to try and tell her mother that she was gay. She stood and placed her laptop on her bed gingerly, walking out to see her mother already awake and yawning. "Hey Amiee, when did you get in?" The jade eyed girl shrugged and sat across from her in a chair. "About an hour or so ago. Listen, Mom. I need to talk to you about something." She fidgeted with her hands anxiously, staring at her knees as she tried to formulate how she was going to tell her. She had rehearsed this speech hundreds of times in her room, but now that the time had come, she found the words eluding her mind, Amiee now shifting more. "Amiee? What is it?" Her mother sounded worried, and so she took a deep breath before drawing up her courage, blurting out the words hastily, "Mom, I'm a lesbian." Internally, Amiee winced. That had not been the way she had wanted to say it. It was supposed to be a gentle explanation with several points about how it wasn't her mother's fault, it was just how she was. Not an outright statement. Time seemed to stretch on forever, the model hearing each second tick by painfully slow as she waited for her mother to say something, anything. Amiee waited for the woman to scold her, to shout at her, to sneer in disgust and scream at her to get out. Just as the silence between them was growing to be far too heavy to handle, the woman across from her finally spoke. "And that's news to me, how?" Jade eyes snapped up to meet green, noting how her mother's left eyebrow was quirked in amusement. "Wait, you mean you knew?!" Was all she could gasp out, watching her mother start to laugh at her shock. "Honey, you cross-dress. You never have had, or wanted a boyfriend. Dare I mention the fact that you only wear dresses when your shoots force you to do so?" Amiee felt all the tension melt away, looking at the woman in relief. "So, you're okay with it?" She watched her shrug indecisively. "I suppose. I mean, I would prefer you to be straight simply because it would make your life easier in that respect, but you are you. It doesn't change who you are, but I just really would rather NOT hear it if you bring someone home for a bit of... quality time." The older woman added, a coy smirk on her lips. Amiee laughed loudly. "Yeah, that would be awkward." She stood and embraced her mother tightly, so glad the woman understood her so well and didn't hate her; she knew that not every gay kid had the luxury of two adults in their life that accepted and loved them unconditionally. "Thanks Mom. You know the Sadie Hawkins Dance on Friday? I, uhhhh.... I kinda got invited, but the girl saw my modeling pictures. So, I'm going in drag for her so she doesn't get upset." Her mother gave her a questioning look, Amiee scoffing. "No, I am not planning on doing adult things, Mom. Not on any sort of first meeting. You raised me better. Besides, she probably will find a nice jock next week or so and I'll just be that one Alexander guy that was nice enough to attend the dance with her." Even though she knew that likely what she said was true, Amiee was excited for the dance more than ever. Ready to meet this GreenEyedVixen and show her a night of doting affection with no need for another meeting. Hopefully, no one tried to pick a fight with her; her binders were not meant for a knock-down drag-out and after a few minutes it would likely snap at the closure. That would be completely embarrassing. |
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Posted: Thu May 01, 2014 3:38 pm
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Posted: Thu May 01, 2014 5:25 pm
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Amiee Tressler
If it had been a while since she had last cross-dressed, the it had been even longer for Amiee to really be Alexander. Her jade eyes looked at the male in the mirror before her as she straightened her shirt and jacket, nervously styling her pink bangs in a more masculine way. "Well, here goes nothing." She whispered, never before so glad for her boyish voice; while it was still high enough to be feminine, to the unknowing, she could easily be a softer voiced male.
Amiee lifted up the white rose from the table before standing in front of her mother, shifting anxiously. "How do I look?" She inquired, Mrs. Tressler replying happily, "You look very handsome. Have a good night, sweetie! Make good choices!" Amiee rolling her jade eyes. She had debated taking out her nose piercing, but in the end, it was still there.
She left the house and went to the garage where she kept her most treasured item; her motorcycle and donned the helmet before carefully placing the flower inside her jacket and kicking the machine to life. Tenchi always had told her to go all out when trying to do something special, and so she rode the bike to the school just a short distance away. After hoping off, Amiee glanced at her phone for the time. 'Only six thirty two...' The hacker internally groaned, pulling out the rose and fiddling with it. She had a lot of time to kill.
People walked by her, seeing a very nervous but attractive young man in front of the school, not a girl who was internally debating if this was a good idea or not. Already, a few people had recognized Alexander from a few magazines, and now the punk model was growing more and more worried about being exposed as Amiee the model. Still, she waited as the minutes ticked by, pacing nervously as people waved, a few freshmen girls begging for his autograph, which Amiee supplied before bidding them a good-bye, a few others asking for him to be their last minute date, but she politely declined. "I'm actually waiting for the girl who asked me here." She told them apologetically, "I am honored for the lovely lady to have asked me to be here with her."
"Really? Who is it?" Amiee heard one of the disappointed girls ask, growing more nervous at the small crowd of girls she was collecting. This was a question she had been dreading, but quickly, she assured them, "I'm afraid I.must keep that a secret. If I tell you, I fear you may try to keep her from meeting up with me, and that would never do." The girls grumbled and started filtering away, Amiee letting out a quick exhale of relief.
Looking at her phone again, Amiee felt her heart jump as it read six forty nine, the girl looking around for a white hairpin and green dress worn by the girl from the pictures. She ran her fingers through her hair anxiously as she wondered if she had been stood up, chewing her lower lip slightly. She kept holding the rose tenderly, hoping that she would see her GreenEyedVixen arriving shortly. |
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Posted: Fri May 02, 2014 5:31 am
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Saralee Monroe
Saralee felt her heart pounding out of her chest. What if her friends were right? What if this person wasn't the nice guy she met online named Fallen_Prince? What if he was some kind of older guy who was just trying to rob her of her innocence? The thoughts kept racing until she heard the door to the limousine open and two of her friends stepped out. "Come on, Saralee! We want to see this date of yours!" She shook her head of the thoughts. There was no way she would have fallen for a trick like that. This guy had to be for real! He just had to be!
Stepping out of the vehicle, Saralee checked herself over once more. The dress was simple and yet flattering to her curvy figure and modest nearly-C cup figure and peachy skin with small freckles on her shoulders. She had chosen a gold herring-bone style necklace and a matching bracelet on her right wrist to show more of her feminine tastes. Little things like this were part of her upbringing of course. One had to show what one was worth, as Father would say. Her hair was pulled back slightly on the left side to clip in her white flower pin and her long blond locks fell freely to her mid-back. All of her cheer squad had been dying to pick her shoes for her, but the choice was made by her mother before she could object. Simple two-inch white heeled shoes with a delicate strap around the back of the ankle to hold them in place. Overall, it was a great choice to make a good first impression face to face.
It didn't take long for the group of five girls to walk up the cement steps leading to the Krings building where the dance was being held. Each of Saralee's friends had their dates wait on the base of the stairs, quite a distance from where sh was expecting her mystery guy. Soon it was a small group of four men and five ladies all dressed for a dressy casual night of fun. When they came to the entrance, Saralee slightly behind the rest of the girls, the blond spotted the mystery man holding the white rose. He stood about three inches or so taller than she did without her heels on and looked very handsome in his clothing choice. Before she could say anything, her friends Megan and Sue began to gasp and giggle. "Saralee, isn't that the guy you are supposed to meet? You do know who that looks like, don't you? It looks like that Alexander man who models for a magazine!" Megan whispered. "Oh my GOSH does he looks good! The pink streak is really odd, but hey for the sake of fashion who cares?!? Way to go, Leelee!" Sue said in a slightly louder pitch than her prior.
Saralee hushed them and stepped up to the stranger with a slightly nervous smile and a slight blush across her cheeks. Now that I think about it, he does kind of look like that guy. I wonder if his voice is just as charming as I pictured it. Knowing what the girls are thinking, it would likely be a deeper voice, but I kind of like them a bit higher and yet soft enough to swoon me. Saralee bowed her head slightly and looked up into the face of her escort, taking in all of the stranger before her. He was dressed smart and his hair was slightly windswept like he had ridden on a motorcycle, but styled just right to where the streak of color added to the charm. Time to say something and not sound like an idiot! She took a deep breath and prayed that her Jasmine perfume wasn't too overwhelming at this close of a distance. "You must be Fallen_Prince, at least I hope you are? Saralee mentally slapped herself for how stupid that must have sounded. "GreenEyedVixen, that's me. Everyone calls me Saralee Monroe, heir to the Monroe corporate empire. You can call me Saralee, or if you think of anything else that's ok too... um... you look really great!" Her nerves were kicking up now that she sounded awkward. Great first impression, right? All she could do was hope Fallen_Prince wasn't going o think she was a dumb air-head like she thought she sounded like just now. |
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Posted: Fri May 02, 2014 6:12 am
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Amiee Tressler
Amiee felt her heart nearly stop when she saw the green dress and white rose hairpin, her jade eyes wide as she watched none other than Saralee Monroe herself walk up to her, nearly dropping the rose in her hand in shock, a deep blush crossing her cheeks. Once she felt like she could talk again, Amiee smiled kindly and swept into a bow, presenting her the rose with a small flourish. "Fallen_Prince I do happen to be, yes. But please, Alexander is my name." She was so nervous that she was worried about her voice shaking.
After she took the flower, Amiee straightened and sheepishly rubbed the back of her head, even more self-conscious than before. She was the date to the single most attractive girl in school who thought she was a male. 'At least she will only need me to pretend for just tonight. Then she can go back to her life, and I back to being that one girl nobody knows.' The hacker assured herself, offering her arm. "I'm very glad you do find me suitable, but I think the dance is inside, not out here. Would you do me the greatest of honors in allowing me to escort you, Saralee?" Amiee didn't mind charming the lovely girl, but all this was making her nervous. She wasn't used to being seen in person, only on billboards, magazine pages, and other types of adverts.
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Posted: Fri May 02, 2014 3:16 pm
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Saralee Monroe
Watching and listening to her escort, Saralee was excited to find out that her friends were wrong. She HAD managed to meet someone nice, not to mention famous, online and go on a date with him! She smiled and took Alexander's arm and faced the door. She could hear the group behind her murmuring a mix of jealous whining and irritated men trying to quiet their dates. It wasn't often that the most popular girl in the junior class and a senior male model were going to a dance together. She could feel the cheer squad's eyes on her with jealous glares. This was nothing new. The girls were always jealous of something, whether it was her instrumental ability or her moves on the gym mats. Now they were sulking because she once again had something they didn't: a famous date with a charming attitude and killer smile.
"The honor would be all mine, Alexander." she said taking his arm and taking special care to hold the white rose in her free hand close to her side but still visible to any girl walking by. She could hear a group of freshmen girls whispering and whining about how Alexander's date was her, of course, and that they would have been better dates themselves. She didn't care. Things like this she was used to. Sometimes being a step above everyone else was just something she had to be, whether it was by choice or Father's doing.
The pair entered the gymnasium and the dance had begun. Couples were dancing on the dance floor to Bad by Michael Jackson and tables had been set up for the groups to gather and gossip. Typical dance for this school, but for once I'm going with someone older and hopefully more mature. She looked up at Alexander and found herself unable to stop smiling. This is real. I managed to meet someone nice and charming without having to be anyone other than myself. I can't believe how charming he looks. Yet, there's something not quite masculine about him... whatever it is... I think I like it. She laughed softly to herself and lead Alexander over to a vacant table that seated ten, perfect for the small group.
"Alexander, I want to introduce you to everyone." She began pointing to each member of the group and naming them off, but stopped right after she spotted David Miller across the room and he was headed this way. Apparently he must have been under the impression that she wouldn't be here with anyone and he could try to make himself look good to impress her again. She wasn't in the mood to face him just yet, but she needed something- or someone to help her get away. When she heard Wild Wild Love by Pitbull starting to play, she quickly grabbed Alexander's hand and whispered to him. "I hope you can dance to something like this. I really need your help. David Miller, our star football player, is headed this way to make trouble... please dance with me?" |
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Posted: Fri May 02, 2014 5:21 pm
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Amiee Tressler
The jealous glares made Amiee uncomfortable, smiling widely at how Saralee seemed to be so excited about her being there. 'No, not me. Alexander. She likes Alexander.' The model reminded herself, waving at the people as they were introduced. She smiled at the blonde kindly, still aware of the chatter around her, unsure if she would get used to it by the end of the dance or not. Still, she was the escort to such a lovely young junior at such an important dance, and she was rather happy that she would be able to give her a night to remember. However, when Saralee tugged on her hand and insisted for her to dance, Amiee glanced up at the David boy, her jade eyes narrowing slightly as she put herself between the two of them before her face returned to her gentle smile. "I actually can. Though I would prefer something a bit more, intimate." She told her in a gentle purr, tugging the girl along to the DJ and requesting a tango song off of her phone. The second the song started, Amiee pulled the girl close against her, glad that the binder held her chest tightly in place. "I hope you can Tango, Ms. Monroe." She said as she flashed her a winning smile, bracing the girl and ready to take the lead as the dance floor cleared at the strange music, all eyes on them. If she was going to impress this girl and make that David boy jealous, then she was going to go all out. |
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