my friend: put your thinking cap on. // me: no, i don't look good in hats.

I'm in love with this song. <3 Makes me feel like I'm on vacation.
 
Siberia || Lights

This was from her Tyler Shields photoshoot. :) My drawing is slightly tilted from my scanner, it looks straight in real life. :33 I haven't watched any of her shows but I do know that she's pretty and has the same last name as my future husbands so that's all I need.

Hey guys, I know I haven't been on here for six months, but I miss polyvore so much! I won't be here all the time, but I wanna continue making some sets just for fun. Oh, and I have returned a Jedhead, so you'll be seeing too much of Jedward. If you don't like them, you can unfollow me, I won't mind. ;)

MONDAY 10TH: Free day! Hang out with your beaus or friends!
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"Hey are you leaving with Zac?" Essie asked, who seemed hopeful that I'd say no. I felt bad for leaving her behind all the time.
 
"Yeah, sorry. Yah know what? Tell me when you're free and I'll clear my schedule to chill with you, okay? I'm not the type to leave friends behind," I gave her a reassuring smile. I wiped some eyeliner off the side of her eye. It was bothering me. We had just power walked two miles around the South African town.
 
"Thanks. To both I mean. Is next Sunday good with you?" she asked, stretching her hamstrings. I did the same.
 
"Yeah, you don't even have to ask," I pretended to wipe an invisible schedule away. "It's cleared!"
 
Essie leaned against the wall, but then dipped down for a lunge, "Come on, I got to whip you into shape!" I obliged and followed her movements. She pulled her foot behind her to form a dancer pose. "Balance! Pretend you're on a pedestal and you're a statue, frozen in time. Breathe in and breathe out. Clear your mind of all your stress and insecurities and just relaaaaaaaax."
 
I let out a chuckle, which upset my "statue-like balance" and fell back down to both feet.
 
"Aw gees Summer, way to lose it!" she gathered all her stuff and said she had to meet someone in a few minutes. I scooped up my drawstring bag and clutched it in the nook of my elbow. As I rounded the corner, I spotted Zac in the distance. He was shirtless and doing sit-ups on the grass, listening to his iPod. Even the sight was bliss.
 
"Zac!" I yelled. He kept going. "Zac!" I yelled even louder. Kept going. "ZACHARY LIVINGSTON!!!"
 
He fell back, paused his music, and waved back. I jogged over and sat on his stomach, making sure that I wasn't putting all my weight on him. I didn't want him to think I was heavy or anything.
 
"Hello gorgeous. Where were you?"
 
"Sorry, I was just talking with Essie." I paused. He exhaled with a little trouble. I quickly got off and laid down next to him. It was noon, so the sun was shining at its zenith. It was incredibly bright.
 
I twisted to be on my side, "About Derek, are you still mad at me? I feel like that was such a d*ck thing to do of me."
 
"Well if it's what you said it was, nothing, then it's fine, but if you're admitting to something else, then we have a problem."
 
"No, I'm not saying that."
 
"Then why'd you bring it up?" his eyebrows raised.
 
I was shocked that he didn't trust me. "I was just checking to see if we were still okay."
 
"Well, aren't we?" he sat up, wiping grass off his back.
 
Although I didn't want to, I hesitated, which I really shouldn't have.
 
"Okay, how about you get back to me when you figure it out, Summer," he stood up and started to walk away.
 
"Wait, what about the lunch reservation?" I pleaded.
 
"We'll have to postpone."
 
"Are you mad at me?"
 
He turned around and stared at me, not a hint of a smile anywhere in sight. "No," was all he said before he jogged off back to where I came from.
 
I sat there, in the middle of a South African park, alone and stripped of love. What did he mean? He wanted me to think about our relationship, and yet, he wasn't /mad/ at me? What was going on?
 
//Summer//
 
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SATURDAY, 8TH: This is your first day in Cape Town where you are allowed to go see the boys, who are staying in a hotel on the other side of town. Most of you will be going to the beach with your boys, so be sure to check out the local boutiques for a new bikini. If you're not hanging out with your crush, check out the beautiful and famous Table Mountain.
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Today was great. Zac surprised me at the airport yesterday and told me he would come along. I was ecstatic! We already went kite-surfing and drank some beer (it's legal here!) I had mostly hung out with my girls, Essie and Yulia, and sometimes Chrysa.
 
I know, I know what you're thinking. Chrysa? Yup, it's true. We were on good terms now. It was all because the Sofia and Willa thing was so crazy. I realized that one fight was enough and quite honestly, I was tired of worrying what her comebacks were going to be and what pranks she'll plan for me. It's exhausting. Now, I'm worry-free!
 
I kind of wish things would stay like this. Everyone was pretty much my friends, and Willa was even giving up her old ways. It was the surprise of the century--I still can't even process that fact that her rumor-spreading days are over.
 
Anyway, Zac and I were lounging on the beach. The weather was a beautiful 28℃ and the water was unusually warm. Amazing. I stood up from my towel and joined Zac who was floating around in the ocean. I cupped my hands and threw a handful of water at his back. His torso contorted as he came at me. I laughed as he picked me up like a baby and flung me across the water just as a wave died down. I made a huge splash and my whole face got drenched. I hate when makeup runs, but Zac was worth it.
 
"That's what you get!" he swam over to me. We were now treading water far out from the shore. I couldn't even touch the ground if I wanted to.
 
"Karma's a b*tch."
 
He flashed an adorable smile and kissed me. Our lips were all salty, but I didn't mind. I pushed aside his hair as he continued to make out with me.
 
Suddenly, a frisbee was thrown our way. It landed just short of hitting me and splashed us.
 
"Hey!" I yelled. I looked more clearly and found out who the culprit was: Essie.
 
"Get a room, you two!" she shouted back, "by the way, our food is ready!"
 
I looked back at Zac. He was blushing bright red. I loved when he got embarrassing, it was the cutest thing in the world. We swam back to shore, dripping wet.
 
Chrysa said, "Summer, didn't know ya like to go all in!"
 
"Well, someone here threw me in!" I gave him a look.
 
"You deserved it!" he argued. I nodded my head. Boys.
 
"Well, dig in!" Essie scooped up a big spoonful of cheese with a tortilla chip. A big string of cheese dangled from her chin. I let out a laugh. "What?!"
 
"You got a little something right there," I pointed. By then, everyone noticed and bursted out laughing.
 
This vacation was just the thing I needed.
 
//Summer//
 
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Memories // Kid Cudi (<3 this song, it's my jam!)
 
Sorry I was gone for so long! My apologies. My school is unbelievably ridiculous!! I just want to float away on a life preserver AWAY FROM WORK AND STRESS! Do you have any tips on calming down? I need all the help I can get!
 
WEDNESDAY, 5TH: So you all wondered what this change that Headmaster TeagLan was talking about, right? Well today it's time to pack your bags. Because Thorne Academy (including the boys side) is taking a vacation to Cape Town, South Africa! The plane leaves at 3:30 PM sharp, so be ready!
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(Just a typical boyfriend-girlfriend story!)
 
"Come on, let's go! Hurry your skinny a.ss up! I'm gonna leave without you, just watch!" Yulia shouted as she was dragging her suitcase out the door. Actually, it was more like smashing into things out the door. I finished touching up my makeup and swiped all the products into my cosmetic travel bag that was on the counter. I smiled.
 
Things were going great. Willa wasn't in the mood for tearing innocent people's lives apart, I was now rooming with Yulia (who've I've gotten to know better every day, she's not so bad) and Sofia, and did I mention? We're going to Cape Town! I was so happy when I heard the news--I'm pretty sure I'm the one who wants to leave this place faster than you can say ASAP.
 
I tossed the bag into the mess that's called my suitcase and hurried after Yulia, who took off already. I am superb at being late.
 
"Wait! Yulia, quit it! I'm coming, I'm coming! Let me catch up!" I screamed, jokingly. As I passed the corner to the stairs, I suddenly was being gripped by someone. Then out of nowhere, this stranger kisses me like I'm their girlfriend or something. I thrusted my arms forward at the person's chest. He fell backwards and stumbled into the wall. He pulled down his hood that he had over his head: it was Zac!
 
"Oh my god, I hate you!!!" I tackled him. I hugged him so hard that I thought I was going to suffocate him to death. I hadn't seen him since forever! I usually had all this homework to do and I barely had enough time on the weekends to even catch a breath. Now he was finally here!
 
"I wanted it to be a surprise! Did it scare you that much?" he smiled, taking my hand.
 
"Uh, yuh-huh! Never do that again," I pecked him on the cheek, "I'm easily scared."
 
"You seemed like you enjoyed it, don't lie to me!" he smiled, all coy and full of himself. I let him have this one.
 
"Yeah, you're right. You're ALWAYS RIGHT NO MATTER HOW MUCH I ARGUE WITH YOU!" I said in a strange voice, sarcastically of course.
 
We finally got down to the car that would take me to the airport. Or jetport? Is there even such a thing?
 
"Well, these two minutes were the best two minutes all week, Zhakipants."
 
"Shut up, you know I hate pet names," he asserted.
 
"What?! You don't lurvvve it? Like get it? Khaki pants?? But instead, Zhakipants? Oh, you know you like it!" I kissed him goodbye and made him swear to call me in a few days.
 
I got into the car and waited until I landed soundly in paradise. (It took a lot longer than you think.)
 
//Summer//
 
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Crazy Beautiful Life // Ke$ha (This is probably the best Ke$ha song ever.)
 
WEDNESDAY: Since we thankfully haven't been given loads of homework yet, Ben is hosting a huge party at his house because his parents are away... but then again, they're never there anyway. The house will be supplied, naturally, with alcohol to quench our teenage thirst, and little snacks to munch on when you're not dancing.
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Okay, Emily, breathe. You can do this. Just have fun. They sense awkwardness. I exhaled and rang the doorbell. As I waited, I flashed a wary grin to Spencer, who drove me here. Although we haven’t talked much this past year, once I talked to her, we instantly reconnected again. It was wonderful getting back to normal. I readjusted my top, which was twisted around a little.
 
Then, the door swung open and Ben greeted us. My hand flew back down to my side. “Hi Ben,” Spencer and I said in unison.
 
“Glad you guys came, come in.” He didn’t hesitate to slam the door shut again once we were inside, since it was chillingly cold outside. Not that strange considering it was a rainy late September night.
 
The place was dim, with cups and beer bottles hanging around on every tangible surface, even the freaking ceiling fan. What the hell? I dismissed this sight, because if I had said something about it, everyone would ostracize me and send me back where I belong—home. I tried dancing with people that I knew, but that quickly got boring.
 
I struck conversations with guys that were familiar and in my class, but I guess it was me who was boring. They left after I said see you later to them, and I never saw them again that night. At 11, I spotted Spencer again and mazed through the crowds of sweaty, half-naked girls. I can’t say I didn’t like it. I blushed and hid that fact that I was kind of turned on.
 
“Spence!”
 
She twirled around, “Oh hey, what’s going on? You having fun yet?”
 
“Yeah, it’s great,” I lied, “I just decided I’d hang out with you for a bit.”
 
“Sure, I was just talking to Hanna, but she left to hang with Moan-ahh!” She rolled her eyes and laughed. I could tell she had a drink or two.
 
“Hey, let’s see what’s upstairs. I wonder if people are up there.”
 
“Chyeah, probably doing it up the butt,” she leaned an elbow on a small half-table.
 
I laughed, “Let’s go bust ‘em them!”
 
We trudged up the steps. I was careful that Spencer didn’t trip and fall down. There were no people in the hallway. We opened the closest door and peered in. No one was in there either.
 
“Oh hey, look! Ben has The Kooks albums! Sweet, I love them,” I went over to them and looked at the rest of his album collection. Pretty solid stuff I’d say. I dropped one album and when I picked it up, I saw a strange metallic object obtruding through his closet door. It reflected the moonlight from the window so I couldn’t miss it. “Hey Spence, come here.”
 
She suddenly got sober again, “What is it?” She pulled the object out and examined it. It was mirror with a note attached to it. “Oh my god.”
 
“What does it say?!” I read it over her shoulder. It said: “Look at you two. I can just see the secrets right through you. Spencer, I can’t wait until you blow up at Mona, it’s going to be a great show! And Emily, I knew you’d like those girls downstairs. xx A.”
 
I gasped and snatched the note and tore it into little pieces. “Who’s there?” I screamed out, demanding who wrote that note. Ali didn’t even know I was gay, let alone Spencer.
 
“What did that note mean about you?” she asked, worried.
 
“Nothing,” I reassured her, but it was far from nothing.
 
//Emily//
 
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Just letting you know, @theporcelaindoll, @sophiaspastic, @foreverandalways-jami, @laceandlanvin, @leboutonderose, @meghan-sienna, & @oh-so-barbarella, STORY'S UP!

Tuesday: We’re all meeting up at Zuma beach, where at this time there are no annoying tourists and it’s night – so most likely a reasonable section can belong to us. And us, as in anyone young and wanting to have a fun kick-backed night. Guys will bring beers and they’re so called game and the girls will wear their sluttiest bikinis, at least most girls. This is Malibu, who cares if we freeze our asses off, we’ll all be relaxing in the sand next to warm torch heaters, drinking beer and getting to know someone or off in the ocean with your life-long friends, going insane. It’ll be a fun night to veer from the crowd and stick to your friends or be that annoying social butterly and make ten new friends who secretly hate. Welcome to Malibu.
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"Oh my god, LARA!” Phoebe screamed out as she jumped on me. I haven’t seen her for a month and half, and usually we don’t go without each other for, at the most, a week. It was hard, très hard.
 
I hugged her back, squeezing her to death. “Phoebs, I missed you so much.”
 
Phoebs and I have a long history. We met about 6 or 7 years ago, not sure which though. But that doesn’t really matter, all that matters is that we’re best friends and no one can come between us. Not even the time when I liked this hot guy freshman year and Phoebs also had a crush on him at the same time. Let’s just say it didn’t turn out so well, but on the bright side, we grew closer because of it.
 
“There are /so/ many things I forgot to tell you on the phone the other day. We /need/ to catch up aay-sap, dude!” I was panting with excitement.
 
Then Phoebs released me from the hug and said, “12 o’clock. Brunch at my house. The patio. Bring your mom’s spaghetti.”
 
I laughed, “That sounds like that Eminem song! But yeah, I’m totally there.”
 
She left me and walked off to talk to Odette, my other best friend. I had met Ode last year in chemistry class and we totally had everything in common. We hung out every Friday after class, went to parties together and sometimes went to the beach when the weather was nice—which it always is and like it is right now. Like Malibu weather is what everyone dreams about in their little northern farm world or wherever people live nowadays.
 
I decided I’d stayed on my beach towel for a little bit longer while they talked. It was a tiny bit chilly so I kept my bottoms on and had an extra towel draped over my stomach. I breathed in the calm California air and let my eyes flutter shut.
 
Five minutes later, I was awoken by sand getting flinged in my face.
 
“Hey! Quit it!” I expected some little kid playing Frisbee to have been the culprit, but instead, stood a gorgeous blond with a shiny metallic bikini.
 
“Oh I’m sorry, did I disturb you?” You’d think that was sarcastic, but it was far from it. She sounded seriously worried.
 
“Um, I’m alright. My first instinct is LITTLE KID! So, yeah,” I let out a fake chuckle. “I’m Lara Jones by the way.”
 
“Barbie. Nice to meet you Lara.” She sauntered off the beach and went to rejoin her group of friends. There were a lot of them. She must be the girl everyone’s been talking about. But I don’t blame them, she was so sweet! I laid back into my original position and drifted back to sleep interuptionless.
 
//Lara//
 
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♡LARA JONES:
age: 20
bio: If there's anyone you may want to be friends with, it's Lara Jones. She's a little bit of a social butterfly, but people seem to love her because she is so friendly. Lara's dad is a big businessman in L.A., and her mom has been on multiple reality shows. Even with her mom being obsessed with fame, Lara remains down to earth and generous, because she sees how fake her mom's lifestyle is. Don't get her wrong, she loves to go out and enjoy herself, but she's wary of the cameras constantly rolling in their house. She tries to get out as much as she can and to be a genuinely good friend to all. Lara is closest to Phoebe Clarke because she sees that, despite the fact that most girls dislike Phoebe, she is as sweet as Lara herself.
personality: sweet, down to earth, big heart.
model: Barbara Palvin