elle / girls like you

[william thomas hutcherson]

that one thing.

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=style, width: 330px; background-color:#af9ea8; padding:0px;] work had been a drag recently, and while the money wasn't even that great, he knew working as a pool cleaner was better than doing nothing at all. considering how rural the area seemed in placed, there were loads of pools to clean, even though the community really could just head down to the lake and go swimming their, they apparently preferred chemical water. today, william brushed a hand through his shabby head of curls, pulling his thin cardigan over his frame, and headed out the door towards his car. he didn't have many plans for the day, it was one of his only days off in the week, usually he'd grab himself a coffee from the bakery and go for a walk through the park for a little while before he'd make his way back home. there was something unnerving about sitting at home alone all day with nothing to do, but browse the internet, or watch movies. he preferred being out and about, having something interesting to do, and to keep himself active with. the bakery wasn't far from his home, a short ten minute drive, or at least a half an hour walk down the main street, by the end of it, he'd usually feel to sluggish to even consider walking back home. at that point he'd end up catching a bus back to his house, and wind up feeling incredibly lazy in return. but today, he decided he'd drive, he wasn't in the mood for a long walk, he was tired, and kind of grumpy considering how bad things had been going lately. he headed to the bakery, parked his car along the curb, and headed inside and up to the counter where he ordered himself a steaming hot mocha latte. a relieved sigh slipped through his lips as he trudged his way over to a seat near the window, and he flopped down into the comfortable seat, sipping from the cup with a delighted murmur.

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[eleanor ava wright]

starry eyed.

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=style, width: 350px; background-color:#af9ea8; padding:0px;] it had been a week since elle had packed up and moved from her quaint, comfortable apartment back home in california. a week since she agreed to sign on and write music for a new upcoming star, duke meyer. although the opportunity was huge, and much more than she could have ever hoped for, she still had the ache of homesickness lurking in her stomach. crystal lake was beautiful, but the small town was nothing compared to the bristling city she was born and raised in. needless to say eleanor was in shock from her new environment. the quiet air surrounding her at night lacked the constant noise of traffic when she tried to rest her eyes in sleep, something she had been lacking these couple days. bags had begun to form under her eyes, strategically hidden with makeup and fixed with her daily dose of morning coffee. it had become a routine for her now: wake up at eight, shower, coffee, then off to work. today was different, she wasn't working so elle was able to sleep in an extra hour before heading out to the bakery to grab a muffin and caffeine. having skipped the normal shower, elle made no proper effort to look decent, her pair of sweats and t-shirt would have to make do. as she grudgingly opened the car door to the cool, crisp morning weathers, the scent of fresh baked pastries enveloped her senses. suddenly, she was hurrying to open the door of the shop, flinging it open in excitement, a eager grin on her face as she greeted the cashier. he wasn't a morning person, unlike herself, as he made her white mocha she ordered and grabbed a fluffy blueberry muffin. paying him smoothly, elle was now faced with the dilema of what to do. she assumed to could go home and finish her order, or sit her ass down and people watch. choosing the latter option she made her way towards the only other window seat available, across from a boy with a mop of curly hair. she made nothing of it as she plopped down harshly, the coffee overspilling and landing on her thin cotton shirt. shit elle muttered, looking around for a napkin. hey you got a napkin...? she finally glanced at the boy in front of her, voice trailing as she recognized who those curly locks belonged to.

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[william thomas hutcherson]

that one thing.

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=style, width: 330px; background-color:#af9ea8; padding:0px;] it had been a while since williams family had packed up and moved from london to the rural town of crystal lakes, gone were the holiday homes in california, and peurto rico, instead they'd found themselves in a one story, three bedroom house with one bathroom. one. it was weird for him, to live in something so small and squat, he'd been used to the lavish, and overly glamorous life back in england, the london town house was worth over a million dollars, most of which was put into his fathers debts to pay off the men who were, unfortunately, after him. his father had managed to pay them off though, and the socialite family had then decided the only thing left for them was to move on from their life and start fresh. his father was attempting to build their life back up, give them the chance to build their lives back up again. william, had found himself working at that point, looking for work at least - and the only thing he'd managed to be succesful in was the pool cleaning business, the company had given him a list of houses to work for, and he was supposed to go at least twice a week during the year, and four times a week to each during the summer. the money wasn't great, the work become tiresome and exhausting, his muscles ached at the end of the day, and he'd just want to drown himself in a long hot bath to ease the strain and tension. his parents hardly talked to him, which he was actually taking quite pleasantly, not having to bother making simple conversation, he went about his life without second thinking anything. which was why this place had become more of a comfort to him. he'd only really sat up when someone sat across from him. he straightened his cardigan and shifted his blue eyes upwards to meet the face of the stranger. he'd sputtered slightly, words failing him until he realized suddenly just who was sitting before him. a sly grin spread over his lips and he raised a brow. well, i'll be damned. he breathed out as he leaned into the table, as though she was a secret that he wasn't going to let anyone get near. eleanor, you are certainly the last person i expected to see here.. how the hell are you? gone were his manners, instead, excitement laced his words. he hadn't seen her in such a long time, probably his last time in california, and it did make him wonder just how much she knew about his families situation.

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[eleanor ava wright]

starry eyed.

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=style, width: 350px; background-color:#af9ea8; padding:0px;] as eleanor took in william's familiar features, her lips began tugging into a full fledged smile. she remembered him all too well, their families of course had been good friends at the time. the summers had passed quickly with will around, the two of them messing around and swimming at the beach during the warm california summers. her smile was quickly replaced with a furrowed brow and frown, it seemed like one day she never heard from will again, as if he disappeared from the planet. she had lost all contact with the boy leaving her to wonder if she had possibly done something wrong, or offended him. the chances of meeting him here, in crystal lake of all places, was astounding. just the thought left her wondering what other surprises the day might have in hold for her. elle allowed herself to become excited, shifting into a more comfortable position as she too leaned in closer to her friend. he had grown since the last she saw, broader shoulders, less of the baby fat, and certainly more handsome. if memory served her right he should be about nineteen, almost a year younger than herself. eleanor could only grin, words escaping her as she chuckled at will's expression of seeing her. long forgotten was the coffe stain on her shirt, she only cared about reuniting with her old friend. well i could say the same thing, elle laughed breezily, tucking a piece of stray hair behind her ear. how am i? enjoying life here in this small town i suppose. i wouldn't be here if it wasn't work related, but you just made my stay a hell of a lot better. how are you babe? her words were a jumble as she began talking faster, excitement finally taking over. tucking her legs into the chair, she took a sip of hot coffee and a bite of her muffin before continuing. what i really want to know is, what's william hutcherson doing in illinois? she mimicked his british accent, eyebrow raising up in genuine curiosity. from the what she knew, they had no houses up north, unless it had been a recent purchase.

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[william thomas hutcherson]

that one thing.

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=style, width: 330px; background-color:#af9ea8; padding:0px;] it was nice to see her here, a familiar face in a town that seemed to be keeping him away from anyone he actually knew. his real friends rarely even contacted him anymore, things were certainly about status with them, he assumed. i'm actually doing well, given the circumstances. stuck here in this two bit town with no one but my parents. it's decent i guess. would be nice to have some friends around... but, now you're here. it came as no surprised when she questioned why he was here, of course anyone would be curious as to what, william hutcherson, was doing in such a small town. he wasn't about to explain the entire situation to her, especially because it sounded as though she didn't know what had happened to his family, and he. a slight smile spread over his lips, his deep eyes catching hers for the briefest moment. this was his chance to continue the life he'd left behind, act as though nothing was wrong. that of course, would mean he was lying to her. why would she even talk to him otherwise? if she knew he had no money, no nothing.. she'd probably give up on him completely. shrugging a shoulder, he pressed his hands into the table as he drew his chair in closer. well, my parents recently brought a place here. they thought the change of atmosphere from the usual californian summers would be nice. i can't honestly complain, the change of pace is certainly pleasant. it had been a long while since he'd really spent any time in a town so rural and small. i guess they grew tired of my usual outgoing self, i guess they prefer to lock me down in a town where there is basically nothing to do. probably some attempt to mature me. but i'm young, and you only live once. so why shouldn't i enjoy my youth while i can? he chuckled lightly, shaking his head. ellie.. ellie ellie.. he could hardly get over the idea that she was here, sitting before him. what about you? why on earth are you here in this backwards little town in the middle of no where? certainly not a place i expected to find you his chin rested on his hand, and the other closed around the warm mug of coffee as he lifted it to his lips taking a small sip.

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[eleanor ava wright]

starry eyed.

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=style, width: 350px; background-color:#af9ea8; padding:0px;] eleanor could only listen, nodding her head as she continued to eat quietly. the noise of will's throaty voice filled the small bakery as he explained his predicament. she could only think of what it would be like living here, surely not so bad. as much as the silence could irritate her, she found the slow paced town to be rather peaceful, a much needed break from her hectic lifestyle. elle shot a sweet, sympathetic smile at will, must be lonely she mused to herself. she was glad knowing that she had a friend already upon arrival and in return she could offer him company. it had been too long since the two talked, she figured later they would go back to his house and catch up properly with or without the company of his parents. with wide eyes, elle listened to his explanation, lips pouting. you should have at least called me and told me, and here i was thinking you forgot about me. i could have visited you! elle stuck her tongue out at him all in good nature, a gentle smile covering her lips. snorting at his explanation she shook her messy head of hair, no one can tame you she informed smartly, shooting him a sly wink. when asked what she was doing here, elle sat up excitedly, ready to explain. out of all the things elle loved, her job was probably on the top of the list, next to her family of course. well i'm working for this musician, duke meyer, i'm helping write for his new album. not the first place i expected to work, but hey, what can you do? elle shrugged her shoulders nonchalantly as if this weren't a big deal to her, which is most certainly was. not only would this further her career, but open so many opportunities for her in the future. tell me more about yourself william! have you got a job? how's your family? what about a girlfriend? surely they're all over you. elle teased him, interested to know more about him. setting down the now empty cup of coffee on the table, elle crossed her arms, demanding to know the answers to her questions. ooc; sorry for the horrid post.

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[william thomas hutcherson]

that one thing.

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=style, width: 330px; background-color:#af9ea8; padding:0px;] would he invite her back to his place? he doubted it really, the house was small and defintely spoke of the poverty of his life. no he wasn't really living in poverty, but compared to his old life, this was something completely new to him. small houses that were crammed with what furniture they had. over done with decoration, and lacking space because of all the belongings they'd had back in their old house. i was going to call you, eventually he told her, although that probably wasn't true. keeping her out of this shambled life of his was probably for the best. he needed to close himself off at times, remind himself that he wasn't what she remembered, and he was lying to her about his "fabulous" life. i was thinking about that recently, considering it's summer and all. thought you might like it here, might like a little break away from everything. he rested his chin on his hand, his eyes meeting hers a long moment. the ghost of a smile spreading over his pressed lips. his loose-fit t-shirt hung off of his medium-framed body, revealing his prominent collar bones.his mysterious green orbs, complimented by his incredible bone structure; deep dimples that accompanied his trademark smile; his full dishevelled curls that hung loosely from his head. he propped his chin up on his hand as he admired her quietly, listening to each word that slipped through her lips like wine. girlfriend? the word sounded foreign on his lips as he picked apart her question, a light airy chuckle slipping through his slightly parted mouth. uh, no. no girlfriend at all he told her honestly, as he leaned backwards into the hard back of the chair. everything else is normal though, nothing to report.. honest a sly smile grew, and he reached for his coffee taking a daring deep drink from the cup. but how about you? are you dating duke? the question was one he desired an answer too, he wasn't about to ask her out to dinner if she had a boyfriend now, was he?

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[eleanor ava wright]

starry eyed.

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=style, width: 350px; background-color:#af9ea8; padding:0px;] with her legs curled up comfortably into the chair, elle resorted into playing with her messily styled hair, twirling the same strand round and round her finger. her eyes were focused intently on william's face, warm brown orbs meeting his vibrant green. she memorized every detail about his physical appearance from the curls that framed his tanned face to his dazzling smile. she tried not to gape, but it was a task proven hard. sure you were elle grumbled more to herself, knowing that in fact, he probably would have never called her. she presumed he had his reasons, but the thought still hurt. it's pretty out here, she mused but it's quiet, perhaps too quiet. she allowed herself to giggle, once hand covering her mouth to soften the laughter. it's comforting though, even though i miss the city. elle sighed, she missed home, more than she'd ever admit. she like to come across as someone who was independent and strong, not a homesick, city girl. she shoved down her feelings quickly, a shy smile crossing her lips. really? i'm surprised. thought they'd all be chasing you down. william was handsome, too much for his own good if you asked her. like other girls in the past, she found herself being dazed by his charmingly good looks. it never fazed her so much in the past like it did now. it was only when he started talking she realized that she was gaping again. d-dating? duke? elle sputtered out, her face alarmed. no, not at all. why would you think that? in all honestly, she barely spoke to duke, despite the fact that she worked for him. is someone jealous? she teased. elle meant for her last question to be a joke, but couldn't help her curiosity to find the answer. [

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[william thomas hutcherson]

that one thing.

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=style, width: 330px; background-color:#af9ea8; padding:0px;] She had a very impish look about her, with her short pixie style haircut, tousled and messy; her makeup was always simple, yet dark around the eyes, enough to draw attention to their vibrant colour. Her face was rounder, but her jaw strong and firm. Her smile was the one that could easily light up a room if enough people cared to pay attention to her. She had a strong head on her shoulders, a firm mind set, and she was someone that William had always been able to trust. When things weren’t particularly going his way, or he wasn’t feeling entirely great about one thing or another; he simply had to call up Eleanor, and she’d put his worries to rest. She was a good friend, someone who’d been there for him through mostly everything, but someone he wasn’t quite ready to admit the truth to yet. He could play it off as though he was still one of the richest teenagers in Britain, but he was surely lying now. If it wasn’t obvious enough, his clothes were lacking the starched look, his hair was a little flatter than usual, and lack of sleep had certainly taken a toll on his usually quite clear skin. It wasn’t obviously noticeable of course, and he wouldn’t have blamed her for looking over those things, but to him, he was like the end of the world had come and stolen his good looks. I wonder that, if it’s too quiet. You never know if there’s going to be a murderer lurking around the corner, it’s like one of those horribly campy horror films. Like Friday the 13th or something obnoxious. when it came to girls, they hadn’t been a strong suit for him, particularly lately, his confidence was lacking after the blow to his ego, when the money had been taken away from his eagerly grasping hands. well they aren’t chasing, and they’re certainly lacking interest around here. Maybe it’s just they aren’t into british boys here, I thought girls usually liked our accent – maybe I’m wrong, maybe I watch too much television was he jealous of the prospect of her dating duke? No, not entirely, but it did make him wonder what duke had that William didn’t. why had these two never talked about dating, and things of that nature? no, I’m not jealous. I’m just curious.. we should though, we should go out on a date he stated bluntly, as though it was the most obvious thing he’d ever said. seriously.

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