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[/i][/size][/color]ife most certainly sucked. That was the only easy way to explain the mess circulating in Evian’s life. Whoever said living was easy needed to get punched and she’d gladly be the one to do it. Her life was slowly deteriorating before her eyes. First her father died, leaving her mother and Evian heartbroken. Then she gained a stepfather which was a happy occasion until he decided to show his true colors. Now Evian was sixteen years old and already engaged. Yipee. After every disaster that happened, a much worse catastrophe would occur. It was like god had personal issues with her. Which would totally suck if that was real because then it would mean nothing good would happen throughout her life. Evian even thought she started this whole enmity thing since she rarely ever went to church. It wasn’t entirely her fault, she simply never had the time. Scratch that, it was a total lie. Since Evian Mccarthy had no life she had plenty of time. Going to church just didn’t appeal to her. Either way, she doubted going to church and being more of a religious person was going to turn her life around. What she needed was a miracle. Yet nobody knew about her harsh, cold life. Evian was a master at disguising and so pretending her life was fine and dandy was a piece of cake. A selected few suspected something but what could they do. Evian’s lips would be forever sealed.

e[/i][/size][/color]vian’s slender hands slowly opened the closet door, slowly rummaging through the endless piles of clothing looking for something to wear on her blasted “date”. She could not figure out if she should wear something gorgeous and jaw dropping or something hideous and revolting. Both apparel ideas had their negative and positive sides. If she went with the pretty she could show her hotness off and if she went with ugly she could get Atticus to hate getting married to her. Which at the moments was turning into a difficult task because whatever she said or did could not get the boy to like her less. Or maybe he did but was hiding it. Either way, Evian knew she was liking the boy less and less as the days passed by. It wasn’t like Evian to hold grudges for long periods of time but hating Atticus was one exception she could make. That boy was beyond bad. He was one hundred percent way worse than bad. Atticus was a nightmare, someone she was soon going to have to be married to. If she picked her fiancé it would have been another Bill Gates or someone that fell close in that category. Not some conceited, bad ass idiot that would most likely cheat on her a billion times, take her money, and treat her like her stepfather did. It was her asshole of a stepfather that was making her life miserable but still Atticus could have been the nice one and told his father he didn’t want to get married. If Atticus’ father was anything like Evian’s stepfather then he could defend himself. She didn’t get how he was stuck in it. He was guy for god sake he obviously had more power than she did much to her chagrin.

a[/i][/size][/color]fter spending the couple of minutes deciding what to wear, Evian settle on a simple black dress. She took it off the hangers and slipped it on. It fit like a glove. Next was her hair which was the easy part since all she needed to do was put it in a high ponytail. Usually she would let it down but she didn’t feel like letting it down this time. After she was complete with her whole apparel she quietly tip toed down the stairs knowing fully well there was no point. She was home alone as usual. Her stepfather was out with his buddies getting drunk and her mother was on another one of her fashion trips. Evian fished her keys out of the cupboards and headed to the garage and hopped on her motorcycle – she knew she was in a dress but Evian Meig always wore shorts underneath her dresses – and sped away to her dreaded destination.


tagged[/font][/i][/color] atticus / lizz
word count[/font][/i][/color] 701
credits[/font][/i][/color] template & graphic to me
outfit[/font][/i][/color] click here. outfit & hairstyle
extra's[/font][/i][/color] sorry it took ages and it's so short. i promise they'll get longer!

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[leviticus van zandt.]

Atticus wasn't sure how he'd done it, but he had. His fiancé, Evian, had finally agreed to go on a date with him. If it sounded ridiculous you had to try living it, but that's what happened when ou had parents who treated their children as another bargaining chip in their twisted business deals. This should have been every guys dream; engaged to Evian McCarthy, without having had to put in all that tiring effort of wooing and getting her gifts, remembering anniversaries. Most of the guys around town were pretty sure that there weren't many girls hotter then in her in town, and he had to agree. She had always been in his Top Five. Finding out that is was her their fathers had offered up was a shallow relief, he was still a man, he didn't want to be saddled to some ugly, rude girl for the rest of his life, or really as long as this was going to have to go on. When his father first told him - five minutes before Atticus would officially meet Evian even though he'd seen her around time almost all the time - he was pretty sure this girl was going to be some kind of shrew. One with no chance of getting married unless this was done, there was more then a little relief when Evian had walked into the room. Thank God he already semi knew her or he would have been staring at her like a putz. Shockingly, his next thought was about her age, she was only about fifteen or sixteen - he wasn’t sure at the time - which whatever didn’t really bother him he dated younger girls all the time, almost exclusively. His thoughts went to his sister, she was only ten now but she’d be sixteen one day, and what if their dad tried this again and the man he married Piper off to was much older then Atticus’ eighteen years.

His thoughts hadn’t strayed much further then that for the rest of the night and it had made him uncharacteristically hostile, especially to his father. Evian had already disliked him and the attitude he’d had probably hadn’t helped his case. He wanted her to like him - simply to make his life easier, at this point - but she tried his patience. He was used to blamed for shit, after his mom had died he’d done that clichéd acting out thing. He’d been a stupid, little fuck - he’d readily own to it. Any pranks at school that had happened then were blamed on him and yes most of the time they had been his doing but he had fallen out of that phase quickly. His father had thrown himself into his work as his form of grieving, ignoring Piper and Atticus. It had cured Atticus’ selfishness quickly as he saw Piper’s sadness, she hadn’t just lost one parents but both with the way their father was acting. He was far from reformed but he wasn’t as big of an asshole as he’d been then, but some people just couldn’t seem him as anything but the Atticus he’d been the six or so months after his mother had passed, even though they’d known him his whole life. So, naturally, when something went wrong around him; he was blamed. Blaming him for this pissed him off, her acting like she was the only one getting a raw deal irritated him too. He liked this no more then she did but at this point there wasn’t much that could be done but just to make the best of it.

Easier said then done.

Maybe it was just him putting too much stock in those stupid chick flicks he watched with Piper but he thought that there might have actually been a chance for them to make it work. Or at the very least find some way to at least just be friends until they found a way out of this. They were both stuck here, might as well try to work together. Atticus shook his head, “What a bitch...” He muttered to himself. Where the fuck was Cole to say “Dude, your vagine is showing” when it was actually pretty spot on? Atticus sighed and scrubbed his face with his hands, this was just so ridiculous, having to literally beg and pester your fiancé to go on a date with you. Of course, she hadn’t allowed him t pick her up, probably because it then felt too much like date and then she could make a swift escape, if need be. So, he drove the rain wet streets to the restaurant by himself. Pulling into the lat he saw her getting off her bike - surprising him and not surprising him at the same time. He stepped out of his car and shoved the keys into his pocket, before he offered her a short wave and arranging his face into a smile. “Hey,” he called, his face open and friendly once he was close enough. “Thanks for coming.” He said stepping in front of her, and stopping himself from blatantly checking her out. He was unsure what to do for the first time in forever, thanking her felt odd, he was one the normally being thanked for the invitation. Normally he would’ve greeted a date with a hug and a kiss on the cheek but he was pretty sure touching her would only piss her off. It was so fucking ridiculous. He returned his hands to his pockets, “We should go in now, it‘s kind of chilly.” He said, motioning to the door of the restaurant.

STATUS: incomplete
TAGGED: evian meig mccarthy
WORDS: nine hundred forty two.
LYRICS: john mayer "slow dancing in a burning room" & dr. oz bahaha. c:
MUSIC: michael henry & justin robetti "slow dancing in a burning room"
CREDITS: all this shit by meee. :]
OUTFIT: rightt hur.
NOTES: it was fine =]] plus they're mini they don't have to be looong. :]

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