Chillaxation;;EvanxAisha

[evan brookes]

Evan sat in his dorm, racking his brain over some stupid homework. Usually he didn't bother doing his homework until about fifteen minutes before he had the actual class, but today he was bored so he figured why not just get it finished now? But of course that didn't really last too long because Evan was soon knocked out cold, his arms crossed onto his text book and his head buried into his arms. If one of his books hadn't fallen off of his desk, Evan probably would've slept the whole day away.

With a yawn, Evan got up and headed for the closet, fishing around for his swim shorts. There was no way he'd be able to try his homework again, he knew he just end up falling asleep once more. So he might as well go out somewhere, and what better place to go to than the beach? He put on the red and white swim shorts along with a white wife beater and grabbed a towel. He slipped on a pair of Nikes and headed out of his dorm.

It was a short drive to the beach, thankfully because he was almost out of gas and didn't bring enough cash to fill up. Once he parked Evan made his way onto the beach, his feet sinking into the sand as he walked. Picking a nice spot not too close to the water but not too far away, Evan spread out his towel on the sand, kicked off his shoes and laid down on his back. Not bothering to put on sunscreen, Evan crossed his arms behind his head and closed his eyes. Naps on the beach were much better than naps in his dorm.

[aisha diamond,]

aisha diamond ,
IT'S TOO LATE TO APOLOGIZE !!!
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Class was never really a place that Aisha liked to be. Actually, she didn't just not like it, but she hated it, and despised it. After going through not only the average two years of pre-school, she had to go through three, due to the fact that she had trouble speaking english because her parents had just moved to the states from Greece. Then she went the average eight school years K-8 down in Malibu, because according to her parents she needed top of the line education. Followed by four years at Manhattan Beach High-School. Aftter those eleven years Aisha thought she was done with school. And she was estatic. From a young age she had been modeling, and she knew it was what she was going to do with her life. It was what she lived for. But then directly after recieving her diploma, instead of the normal 'we're proud of you sweetie she got a 'here comes college' and that came as the world's biggest shock to Aisha. She had thought that her parents weren't going to make he go to college. Sure, she was eighteen now, and could make her own choices but they had told her that if modeling didn't work out, she would have an education to fall back on. In her opinion they just wanted her to do that because her mother had suddenly had a modeling fall out. She to was a reknown Greek model, but then after having Aisha and her brother and sister, she got heavy. So, she wasn't heavy, but she didn't have her perfect model body anymore, and they were just worried that would one day happen to Aisha. But in the same sense they were pretty bi-polar. Her father was her agent, and he was always setting up photo-shoots and shows. They meant well, and she knew it but that didn't mean she liked school. It took Aisha days and days of compromising schooling, and they finally came to agree that she could go to school for photography. Atleast it had to do with modeling, but it still wasn't enjoyable.

So all of the work that was put on Aisha stressed her out more than completely. It was like she was living the life of a thirty year old rather than an eighteen year old. Waking up, going to class, doing homework, a shoot a couple times a week, a show atleast once every two week, and then her life. Not only that, but the work she had to do to keep her body was unbearable. Aisha had never been the type to throw up, or harm herself to lose weight, she would rather do it the right way, eat healthy and work out, allot. Some may not believe it but if she were to gain literally two pounds it could kill her ensemble. There were constantly fittings held by the agency to make sure they stayed the exact some size, nothing bigger even nothing smaller. So once she was done with all of that, she could be with her friends. She talked to the daily, but didn't get to see them very often, which was sad. Because of it, she kind of found a new best friend, or a couple. Drinking and drugs because apart of her every day routine. Not so much drinking every day, but she was always high. It was a horrible habbit, one she knew she had to break, but it wasn't that easy. Pot wasn't a drug that made you physically addicted, just mentally. She wuold convince herself she needed it, although her body showed no signs of withdrawl. That started when she was about fifteen, and her parents caught on. She was the youngest girl in rehab, and it helped. the NA and AA meetings were life changing, but from the looks of it, not changing enough to make her want to change her ways. She would be clean a month, relapse, clean two months, relapse, and most recently clean about nine months and relapsed. The regret took her over, but the state of mind it put her in made it temporarily worth it. Key work being temporarily. When she was high she wasn't really that different. If anything she was happier, times it would make her giddier and times it would make her just very calm, it all depended on whether or not she smoked on an empty stomach.

Turning her body towards her nightstand she noticed the time. Hah, well that sucked. Missed her first class of the day. And it wasn't even on purpose this time. Oh if her parents knew that, they would probably kill her, but Aisha was good. In the begining of the year, when she started missing allot of classes, the school called her parents. They nagged to her about it, and she was tired of it. So she took a walk down to the admissions office and told them she parents number was changed, to her cell phone, so then they'd call her. It was a good plan to her, and apparently it worked because they thought their daughter was in class. As she got out of bed she headed for the bathroom, and took a quick shower. Nothing was worse than bad hygiene, hah, you would never catch Aisha like anything of the sort. There were three more classes left today, and she just chose not to go. She knew how to snap a freaking picture. Once she showered she went over to her closet and grabbed the first thing she saw, her black bathing suit and through a random cover up on over. The second she stepped out of her dorm, the ocean was right infront of her. With the money that was paid for student housing their view was amazing. She could go to the beach, but she did hate to go alone. From the looks of it there were allot of people there. Maybe there would be someone she knew, or hopefully atleast. If there wasn't Aisha was social, and outgoing, people tended to come and talk to her, so she wouldn't be alone for long.

Making a few over dramatic noises at the hot sand Aisha tippy-toed over to a vacant spot. Holding her sandals, towel, and bag beneath her left arm, she covered her eyes from the sun and looked for any familiar face. There was familiar face, even more familiar body. Making her way over to Evan she put her stuff down gently beside him and dropped to her knees. Putting both of her hands on his shoulders she shook him, from the looks of it he was passed out, but maybe his eyes were just shut. hey hottie, get up!

. She said loud enough for him to hear if he was awake, but not startle him if he was asleep.

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[evan brookes]

The ocean was the perfect sound effect to fall asleep to. The slow ebbing and waying of the waves just made Evan fall into an even deeper sleep, but not to the point where he snored. Oh no, he tries hard not to snore in public. But he never got the right amount of sleep when he went to the beach. There was always some stupid kid running around in the sand, not paying attention to where they were going. They would either, kick sand onto Evan, trip over Evan, or pelt Evan with a frisbee. But today was his lucky day because there were no interuptions so far.

The one thing that would make this the perfect nap is music. He reached into the pocket of his swim shorts and pulled out his video Ipod. He put the ear phones in his ears and turned it on. Evan pushed the forward button until he hit his favorite song, well his favorite of the month, 'Low' by Flo Rida. Usually he gets a new favorite each month. All of this was done with his eyes still shut, mostly because he didn't want to open them and have the blinding light of the sun in his face.

Evan whispered the lyrics to himself as the song blasted through to his ears. When he felt someone's hands on his shoulders and the jerk of them shaking him he opened his eyes. For a split second he looked confused but once he saw who it was he smiled as he sat up. "Apple bottom jeans, boots with the furr," he rapped along with the song while bobbing his head. "Hey sexy what's crackin'?" he teased in return to her hottie comment. He took one of the ear phones out so he could hear her more clearly.