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Post by Kaydee♥ on Nov 25, 2007 20:50:38 GMT -5
(We decided against the ceremony....Too awkward.....And I kinda didn't know what was supposed to happen....xD) Alex Longbottom could die happy. Well....Dying should be avoided if possible.....Alex snapped out of his thoughts and looked around for Isabella. Isabella.....He felt himself smile. He still couldn't believe he had been this lucky. His life was really just beginning now. Gah...He was being so corny. Yet...Ah.....It was right...And he had the right, did he not? It was his new beginning as a husband, and hopefully one day a father. As soon as she changed out of her dress, he could be by her side again...Wel...he actually didn't know if she would change out of her dress...... His mind was kind of blank at the moment. He tried to resist jumping for joy and contented himself to waiting. (And oh lord, the corniness.......)
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Post by Julia on Nov 25, 2007 21:03:23 GMT -5
White was a horrible colour. Too bright. That's why Isabella had changed out of that bloody wedding dress as soon as possible. Black was a much better colour, which was what she was wearing now. A black dress landing right below her knees. Her dress didn't burn her eyes anymore. But other than that, Isabella was happy. Well, she should be...marrying the greatest guy ever and all. She finger brushed her bleached hair before sneaking up behind Alex, having the hugest smile on her face. She wrapped him in a hug from behind, and started laughing. Wow. Isabella had forgotten what it's like to be happy...
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Post by Kaydee♥ on Nov 28, 2007 18:43:37 GMT -5
Alex squeaked...yes, he squeaked...quietly, and jerked around, only to see Isabella standing there, looking breathtaking in a black dress. Apparently, he had been so pulled into his ownthoughts that he hadn't even seen her, or heard her, come. She honestly startled the crap out of him....Though he probably would never admit to it....As soon as his eyes connected with hrs, he blushed extremely brightly and gave a small, embarrassed grin. "Wow. You look amazing, Isabella." He leaned down and kissed her full on the lips, pulling her into his arms and up from the ground.
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Post by Julia on Nov 29, 2007 17:32:01 GMT -5
"Why, thank you, my love. I would have to say you look quite nice yourself," she said sfter giving him a quick kiss. Her hair was mroe annoying than ever since it wouldn't stay out of her eyes. All she wanted to see right now was Alex. No one else, nothing else. Her brain was telling her so much at the same time, but the main thing was what had just happened. It had felt like a dream, the wedding. But she knew it wasn't. Dreams were never this sweet. Never.
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Post by Kaydee♥ on Dec 2, 2007 20:50:23 GMT -5
"Yes, you would have to, my dear, but I don't look nearly as magnificent as you do." He brushed her hair from her face with a large smile after setting her back on her feet. "Your hair seems to want to annoy you today." He laughed a little bit before looking around the recption hall. Everything seemed so perfect. Everything had gone off wonderfully and everything.....Yet Jake Tripp was invited to the wedding......And his sisters hadn't caused a scene, which he was thankful for.....But chances of this lasting were slim to none......So he had better make the most of it.
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Post by Julia on Dec 2, 2007 21:01:52 GMT -5
"Yeah," Isabella said with a small laugh. "Just like everyday; I hate my hair." She looked around. She couldn't spot any other Longbottoms...But they'd most likely show up any second now...
"He didn't have to marry the bloody girl," Jasmine Longbottom said to herself, making a scene as she walked in. Wearing a pale silver micromini dress and black fishnets with black combat boots, just to make herself look punk/scene...Or slutty. Which ever worked for her.
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Post by Kaydee♥ on Dec 6, 2007 17:28:53 GMT -5
"Isabella, your hair is gorgeous, just like every other part of you. You shouldn't hate it. It could be like mine!" He laughed and shook his messy hair. A glint of silver caught his eye as his sister strolled in a a micromini. Well, theres Jasmine.....Looks like I wn't have a hard time keeping an eye on her.....
"Yeah he did, Jasmine. You want Alex to be happy, don't you?" Random Lupin popped up behind Jasmine, who was easy to spot in a metallic colored dress. His voice was quiet, as usual. However, he was out of his normal attire and into a black and red tux. He smiled a crooked smile at Jasmine before shaking his head. "He loved her. And if Isabella loves him, what's wrong with that?"
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Post by Julia on Dec 7, 2007 17:16:14 GMT -5
Isabella shrugged, looking at Jasmine. God...Slut..."Did you hire a babysitter?" she asked after a moment of silence, looking back at Alex. Adult sitter...Whatever...Jasmine would need whatever it was called...Or a physco ward.
"Well, of course I want him to be happy, but that little whore doesn't deserve someone as good as my brother," Jasmine said, rolling her eyes. "But, at least you're happy, Random. Someone has to be," she added with a quiet laugh.
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Post by Kaydee♥ on Dec 22, 2007 22:00:27 GMT -5
"Whoa...Wait...Did we have a kid I failed to know about?" He looked thoroughly shocked before he looked back at her expression and who she had been looking at only moments ago. "Ah. Isabella....What is going on between the two of you? Is there something I should know about? And it looks like Random might be kind enough to take that sitting job."
"Come on now, Jazzi. Be nice." He gave another crooked smile here and looked over at Isabella and Alex. They had noticed Jasmine, of course. Kind of hard not to, after all. He could only hope his sister didn't arrive dressed similarly, though he had a feeling she would. "Isabella isn't that bad. She's actually kind of charming." He looked back towards the entrance, wondering if Imaginary would make that big of an enterance. " And what do you mean, Jasmine? Aren't you happy?"
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Post by Julia on Dec 22, 2007 22:16:26 GMT -5
"Well, I dunno, really," Isabella sighed, taking his hands in hers and looking back at Jasmine and Random. "It just kind of started. She was being an arse and I guess I was one, too. And now we...aren't...really...friends," she explained, shrugging.
"Hell no," she mumbled. Jasmine...being nice? Hell...freezing over? Both very unlikely. "Sounds more like you have a crush on you're best friend's girl...Might I remind you, she is married?" she sighed. "Well, of course I want Alex to be happy. He's my baby brother. But Isabella's too much of a bitch. I'm suprised she can even be happy."
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Post by Kaydee♥ on Dec 22, 2007 23:39:25 GMT -5
"I'M HERE!" Imaginary stepped in, smiling widely in a long white dress, though it had a nice split up the left side. Her hair was teased up with a big white bow that match her dress. The only makeup she seemed to be wearing was tons and tons of eyeliner. She smiled and looked around absently.
"Haha. You're extremely funny tonight, Jasmine. That is about as likely as you wanting to marry Isabella yourself." He glared slightly before looking over at his sister. "Well, what do you know. There is Imaginary. Feel free to bash Isabella together. I, on the other hand, think they are a good couple. And you still didn't answer MY question, Jazzi. I said aren't you happy?"
Alex leaned over and kissed her again, chuckling a little bit. You'll get over it. You can't possibly hate each other forever...." Or atleast, I hope not His thumb caressed her hand absently, as was a habit of his. "And you are not an arse. You are sweet, kind, and perfect."
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Post by Julia on Dec 23, 2007 20:40:22 GMT -5
"Of course I'm notm" Jasmine replied, not even taking note to Imaginary walking in, trying pitifully to make a scene. "Happiness is a delusion, after all. Something everyone's chasing and no one and reach. Simple. As. That," she shrugged. It was obviously the answer.
"Well, I hope," Isabella sighed. You can't stay mad at someone forever, could you? Of course not! "Thanks," she added. "Well, I guess." She looked at Imaginary, making her "grand" entrance. Well, she didn't look that bad, and her eyeliner wasn't smeared. Unlike her own. She wiped a bit of her own black eyeliner off her right eye with her pinky. Well, it was smeared now, anyway...
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