i can be everything, open

[nicole delaney fray]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,10,true][atrb=style, background-color: #423c42;,true][cs=2] & YOU'RE NOT EVEN HUMAN ` YOU'RE JUST A LOVELY IDEA OF ONE WHO I ACCIDENTALLY LOVED AND GAVE EVERYTHING TO BECOME THE GIRL ON THE PIANO BENCH SINGING ALL OF HER TEARS - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - away
[atrb=width,240] nikki rolled her eyes as she read the text message she had received from her sister. she had been giving her shit about nicole never spending time with her, always off working or studying, and how twins were supposed to be stuck to the hip. so nicole had gotten someone to cover her shift so that she could go shopping with her sister. and now she texted her that she wouldn't be able to make it because they just told her about this surprise party for her friend. nicole wanted to call and tell her how selfish she was but she really didn't want to ruin the day. plus, it was kind of hard to get mad at her sister because she made that sad face and it just made nicole feel bad. it was kind of strange considering they had the same face and it should have been easier, but nicole couldn't help it. it was probably her older sister nature taking over. even if she was only older by seven minutes. anyways, nicole thought about just leaving the mall but now that she was here, she might as well get some new clothes. she had waited till she had gotten paid that way she wouldn't have to worry about spending so much. every time that she was with her sister, her money burned in her hand. nicole looked around the stores to see which one got her attention first. she didn't care about name brand or anything like that, that was more her twin's thing. she saw one store that had cute stuff and she walked over to it. once inside, her eyes were all over the place, looking at every shirt, pant, shorts, etc. that she like. a half hour later, her arms were loaded with clothes and nicole was making her way to the dressing room. she had to do it slowly since she could barely see since the pile of clothes was kind of high. she only stopped to check out another shirt she thought was cute. it seemed to be the wrong move because moments later, someone bumped into her, causing her to drop the clothes. "damn it" she cursed as she got down to pick up the clothes, not bothering to see who had bumped into her. this day was really not a good one for her right now. was she really that invisible that even when she was standing, no one noticed her there with a pile of clothes? it seemed like it. luckily, it didn't take that long for her to pick up the clothes, she was almost done about a minute later.	[atrb=width,140] words , 442 words tagged , anyone notes , hope its good! :3
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[marshall lee phoenix]

die young and stay pretty ,

having a day off from work always left marshall lee feeling a more than a little lost. he often tried to run errands for his nana - until she reminded him that there were no errands to be ran, hence why he wasn't working. there wasn't a single flower to be delivered and he didn't know what to do with himself. he was a twenty-three year old with the mind of a six year-old. after a bowl of lucky charms, a few episodes of adventure time and aimlessly wandering around the house in search of something to do, he quickly grew bored. the weather outside was fabulous and the world was his oyster, but he had concluded that there was nothing to do. pulling his battered converse onto his feet, he tied up the laces and walked out of the door. he didn't know where he was going, but he decided to follow his feet in whatever direction they wanted to take him in and hope to stumble upon somebody, something or somewhere that could occupy him for a little while. he was going to make something interesting happen instead of sitting around on his butt and waiting.

the only flaw in his plan, which marshall soon realised, was that he had forgotten his ipod. music made the blood pump through his veins, and this unplanned adventure he had found himself on was growing boring without him. thankfully, it didn't take him long for him to realise where he was, only because he narrowly avoided walking straight into one of its windows. "sorry." marshall mumbled, patting the glass gently. the mall was a large place, and it wasn't unusual for him to end up getting lost in there. he stood outside for a few moments, looking up at the building with his hands tucked into his pockets as if considering whether or not to enter. he must have left his wallet in his shorts when he last wore them because it was already in his pocket and he couldn't remember putting it there. he wasn't sure if there was any money in it, but he would probably find out eventually. walking through the doors, everything captured his attention at once. the sights, the sounds, the smells. there was so much going on that it was difficult for him to take it all in. he decided to look in whichever shop looked most interesting, regardless of whether it sold mens clothing or not.

it was about the fourth store he had floated into so far, this one because he liked the song that was playing on the speakers. they had a combination of girls and guys clothing, which was simply a bonus to marshall, because he could shop and listen to the music at the same time. as he stood holding up two different pairs of jeans that looked exactly the same, he heard the clatter of hangers hitting the floor and muffled cursing behind him. he gave a quick glance behind him but couldn't to see what had happened. turning his attention back to the jeans, he put the more expensive pair back, continuing to study the pair in his hand as he turned around to walk to the changing rooms. paying no attention to his surroundings, he felt his foot catch and barely managed to catch himself before he fell over. staring at the floor in bewilderment, he realised that he had tripped over a person - a girl, scooping up a pile of clothes. "sorry! sorry," he spoke slowly, still a little dazed by the shock. "do you need some help with those?" he asked with a gesture to the mass of garments. he didn't even know the girl, but that didn't matter to marshall. speak first, think later.

notes; this is a total mish-mash and it's pretty bleh. i'm sorry. xD

Bitter.Sweet.Sundown. @caution