As bad as this set is (due to it being a draft and publishing it on my iPod) I just wanted to clear some stuff up... Haha. Well as my fellow roleplayers know I sort of fell off the face of the polyvore earth and never gave an explanation. Things got busy I started a new school basically life got too hectic. I was looking at the socials page and saw how much effort we all put into it. I'm saddended to see how I ending things... Granted it has been a while since I've been on here but I noticed things were being kept up. To answer some questions: I won't be joining any new RPs at the moment and I remember you all!! Haha thanks for keeping things up.

"Ooooh, maybe I want to be a fairy Barbie!" I say with unstoppable entusiasm. "WAIT! I want to be in a gown, particuarlly with long flowing blonde hair."
"Paige," Trixie warns. "I thought I put you on probation."
"I haven't drunk anything this whole trip except at the airport. Re-mem-ber?" I roll my eyes. "Nooo, I want the blue haired Barbie!"
"Excuse me?" The executive woman asks. "Is that your final choice?"
"What is this? Who wants to be a Millionaire? No, I want to look at more options." I shoo her away. "What about a Titanic-esque one, Trix?" I ask and she slaps my hand.
"She doesn't even look like you." Trixie says glancing with a disgusted grimace at the thin dolls. "These aren't very realistic."
"What are you saying? They should make an obsese Barbie just for me?" I cry, whimpering a bit.
"Paaaiiiggeee." Trixie complains. "Pick a doll."
"You know when I was little, I used to bite the heads of my Barbie's. They didn't have very long lives after their release from their box prison." I explain to her and look at a chunkier doll. I look up at her and she bursts out laughing.
"WHAT?"
"You're crazy." Trixie hands me a doll. "This one."
"Bloody 'ell!" I shout across the factory's main floor. "This one could be my bloody twin!"
"Exactly." She grabs my arm. "Let's go."
"I'm so happy." I put it close to my face. We look exact, I swear.
"Please, don't put it in your mouth." Trixie groans. "You know how many times they recall these things?"

story soon!

Hold on. Deep breaths. Details in the Fabric keeps playing in my head. The clinic room is eerily clean and still. Charlie holds my hand. I hold my stomach.
"Miss Addison," The doctor opens the heavy faux wood door. "Thank you for your patience."
"No problem," I choke out.
"Well, I hope this isn't dissappointing news for you, but you're not pregnant." Dr. Emmerson says with an eyebrow scratch.
"WHAT?" I gasp, a mixture of pure joy and confusion. "How can..."
"One in every four women can misread a pregnancy test." The doctor shrugs. "I'm sure you're relieved."
"My God, how did I?" I ask.
"Who knows?" He chuckles. "Probably your test was innacurate and you led yourself to believe that you really were with child."
I look over at Charlie and throw my arms around him. Tears are flooding out of my eyes and he holds me for a long moment. Who were we kidding? We could have never been parents. We can even handle alchol or the pressures of school.
 
"NICOLE?" My mother screams the minute I step in the door. "WHAT the HELL is going on here?"
"Are you okay?" I ask my mother in a worried tone.
"What the hell are you thinking? The doctor called earlier to confirm your appointment for your official pregnancy test." She screams. "ARE YOU?"
'No, Mom, I'm not." My eyes well up again. "If I could just explain-"
"Get your friends out of this house." My mother's voice suddenly becomes calm.
"What? Why?"
"They are obviously an awful influence on you." She smooths her bun. "Send them home."
"No, I can't do that." I refuse.
"Nicole Lilly Addison, send your friends home or I will call their parents and you will be not allowed to see them except at school." She orders.
I stand in my foyer, caught between the stairs and the front door. I bolt.
"Where are you going?" She calls after me.
"To Charlie's!" I cry.
"The boy who almost got you pregnant?" She cries, incredulous.
I stop and nod, the tears coming again.
"You are forbidden to see him." She growls.
I kick of my shoes and throw them at the doorstep. Then I run. I don't stop. I've never run before, but I have a feeling I'll be doing it again soon.
But how can I care? I'm not pregnant, I'm in love, and my friends are here.
Or are they?
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Oh my God, I'm so sorry for being so behind! Will someone please PM me and explain what's been going on?

I've been tagged again! by MeatballCullen (Natalie), Makaila, and LoveIsArtistic! I belivee (:
so here goesss....
1/ Right Now I'm listening to the end of Ferris Bueller. The part where the little girl on the bus offers her warm gummy bears to the principal. It's the most funniest thing ever!
2. I got this sweeet pair of square framed "nerd glasses" that I've been wearing all day. I love them (:
3. My phone broke today! Urrrgggh
4. I'm really behind in my roleplays. Please forgive me!
5. "1234" by Feist is my favorite song right now!
6. I want a military jacket. So. Freaking. Bad.
7. The Wind in The Willows was my required reading book this summer. No, I'm not a 3rd grader. Going into 8th actually. The book sucked.
8. I saw the Proposal last night and Julie & Julia on Tuesday.
9. Converse shoes are my obsession.
10. I just got a new Dooney and Bourke Plaid purse as an "early birthday present". I'm so happy (:

"Sammi you have to stop it."
"Nicole. You don't understand."
"No, I don't. Does this have to do with me and you and Peter?" Were standing in her bathroom again. It seems like we've been so distant... or maybe it's just me. It's me with this whole pregnancy thing. This is hell. My friends are slowly letting themselves go and I'm too absorbed in myself to see it.
"Why do you think this is always about YOU?" Sammi suddenly shouts, rolling back her sleeve revealing a fresh cut. "This isn't the 'Let's Cry For NIcole Show'! This is friggin screwed up."
"I'm not trying to make it about me." I start to cty as the other girls come in.
"Eff you Nicole. You;ve screwed up everything for me! My boyfriend, Leila and I's friendship, and being able to go homee..." She screams hysterically.
I don't say anything because I know it's true. The girls have always been there for me, but have I been there for them? No, how could I be right now?
"I'm sorry," Her chests is rising and falling from sobs. "I didn't mean it..."
"No," I shake my head "You're right. It's been about me for so long and I just need to..."
I'm interrupted by angry knocks on the door. Sammi's blood is dripping all over the floor and Hannah quickly grabs some gauze and begins to wrap it. I open the door and I gasp.
James, Oliver, Peter and... Charlie are all standing at the door.
"We need to talk," They all say at the same time, not on purpose of course.
 
Charlie grabs my arm ad pulls me out of the room. I try to wriggle free, but is grasp is strong. He pulls me towards the guest bedroom and my stomach lurches. Does he think this is what I've been acting weird about? That I want to do it again? He'd be pretty dumb if that's what he thought.
He closes the door and I slowly sit down on the bed. He carefully sits beside me.
"Please, just tell me what's going on. I'll leave you alone if you just-"
"Fine, I'll tell you." My eyes fill up with tears.He stares at me hard. "I'm pregnant." I wail after a silent moment.
There's more stunned silence.
"You're the father." I whisper in a hoarse voice.
"How did this...." His voice trails off knowing the answer. "Nicole, I'm so sorry." He leans over and holds me.
For the first time in weeks, I don't push away. The feeling of him holding me close again, makes it all melt away. Me and my friends problems... Some how, some day long from now, we'll look back at this and remember what it's like to be young.
After all, life moves preety fast. If you don't stop and look around once and a while, you could miss it.