Post by Dalton Jeffrey Collier on Jul 2, 2012 2:00:40 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,10,true][atrb=style,background-color: #EFEFEF; width: 450px; height: 500px, bTable][STYLE=border-top: 50px solid #2D4860; border-left: 10px solid #2D4860; border-right: 10px solid #2D4860; border-bottom: 5px solid #2D4860; height: 20px; width: 100px; background: url(http://i589.photobucket.com/albums/ss334/Midori-chii/CROSS-3.jpg); margin: 25px 5px 0px 10px; float: left;] [/style] [STYLE=border-top: 5px solid #2D4860; border-left: 10px solid #2D4860; border-right: 10px solid #2D4860; border-bottom: 10px solid #2D4860;height: 100px; width: 100px; background: url(http://i589.photobucket.com/albums/ss334/Midori-chii/CROSS-3.jpg); margin: 0px 5px 20px 10px; float: left;] [/style] [STYLE=font-family: arial; font-size: 10px; color: #93989E; text-transform: lowercase; letter-spacing: 2px; text-align: justify; width: 115px; border-left: 5px solid #2D4860; padding: 5px; float: left; margin: 0px 5px 20px 10px; height: 215px; ]★ words 519 ★ tag Desiree ★ comments I'm sorry, I just had to use this template! <.<[/style] | [STYLE=font-family: arial black; font-size: 15px; text-transform: uppercase; letter-spacing: 3px; word-spacing: 1px; text-align: right; color: #2D4860; margin: 0px 10px -5px 5px;]i'm sexy and I know it[/style][STYLE=border-top: 20px solid #2D4860; border-bottom: 20px solid #2D4860; height: 400px; width: 300px; margin: -5px 10px 20px 5px; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11px; letter-spacing: 1px; text-align: justify; color: #93989E; background-color: #EFEFEF; overflow: auto;]While Dalton Collier wasn’t too into the habit of bed-hopping, he did enjoy flirting shamelessly when he set his eyes on a pretty girl, and Desiree Sinclair definitely fit that description. Considering he was single at the moment, he didn’t see anything wrong with passing a few compliments her way, though it felt important to point out that he was not seriously interested in her in any way, shape, or form. Sure, she was attractive. Sure, he liked attractive girls. But he also hated the drama that always seemed to stem from the vicious battle for popularity. If anyone ever asked, he would say that the best sort of life was one that was carefree and dominated by freelancing and having fun. Did popularity really matter if a person was comfortable in his or her own skin already? If anyone ever asked him, he would say that popularity was a trivial thing that didn’t seem to have much of a purpose considering most people graduated after four short years, and very few of them wistfully looked back at their memories of days filled with angst and petty issues. To ask out Desiree was to ask for trouble and complications, and it wasn’t worth it. He wasn’t the relationship type, and she didn’t seem like a very forgiving type if things went wrong. That didn’t mean Dalton was a wimp who was afraid of taking risks though. He liked to think of himself as being perfectly logical and rational by evading a situation that had a ninety-nine point nine percent chance of blowing up in his face. And honestly, relationships came hand-in-hand with unwarranted jealousy, senseless overprotection, failed expectations, and trifling arguments here and there. The most sensible option was to stick with inconsequential flirting and maybe even the occasional invitation to hang out, though definitely not with just the two of them because that was just idiotic and would lead to awkward misunderstandings. And then again, he wasn’t even sure what Desiree thought of him, so perhaps he was over thinking things, though he couldn’t honestly say he cared about how she felt or thought. It sounded mean to say both aloud and within his own head, but he hardly knew her and therefore couldn’t be bothered to waste the very limited amount of concern he had saved up for others on her. It was generally safe to say that he was rather selfish, but he did have a heart, which his closest friends could vouch for. Putting friends and flirting out of his mind for the time being, all that mattered at the moment was that his time was being well spent at a party tonight, where he would hopefully and preferably meet pretty girls who showered him with attention. As if his mind had been read, the sound of a dying ignition and the jingle of car keys brought him back to reality. His friend sent him a look that told him that they had arrived at their designated nightclub for the night, and with wry glances exchanged, they got out of the car and part ways. [/style] |
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