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If he pressed his palms over his ears, he could almost make believe.

Even if it had been six years since he'd actually lived there (the annual visits during the northern hemisphere's summer just weren't good enough - they ended up vacationing during the worst time of the year) Liam still found himself homesick for Australia. Sure, the weather was quite similar, and he still had the beach and the water and the waves... and those lovely American girls... but it just wasn't the same.

Most of the time, Liam didn't even think about his birthplace, but every now and then his mind traveled far, far away - usually when he was staring out at the beach, as he was right then. The image itself was achingly familiar, but the shouts and laughter flying back and forth between visitors of the pier and the beach were distinctly American.

Liam rested his folded, tanned arms on the top of the wooden railing surrounding the edge of the pier, his sharp blue eyes fixated on several surfers out in the water. The waves weren't especially fantastic on that particular morning, so the dark-haired young man had voted to sit back and watch others battle the waters. It was a win-win situation for him, even if he wasn't in the water; if there happened to be a talented surfer out, Liam could watch and try to pick up tips, and if there were some... less talented surfers, Liam could get a good laugh out of watching them.

Sure, not the most polite way to spend his morning, but it worked. Liam squinted slightly against the glare of the sun reflecting off the water, shifting his weight from one leg to the other. Yeah, he'd have rather been in the water... but he was picky. It had to be just right. Otherwise, why bother? If the waves were too small, it was just a waste of time, and even if it wasn't as fun, he could learn a lot more by watching than he could by sitting out in the ocean and trying to find a half-decent wave.

Liam shifted his weight to his other leg, his gaze settling on a particularly inexperienced-looking surfer. He smirked slightly, reaching up to scratch his lightly-stubbled chin as he watched the other young man attempt to stand up on his board, lose his balance, and promptly slip and fall into the warm ocean. Liam chuckled quietly to himself. On second thought, this was pretty fun.

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[daisy lutrova]

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release your inhibitions
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The Lutrova family certainly was insane. When their life was good, mum and dad apparently in love, both daughters having a good life, all of a sudden they just decide to move away to the other end of the globe- mum having suddenly disappeared. And when they finally adjusted in Russia, dad just moves the family again to America. The result of that was only what you can see now, a rather un-normal teenager, whom we call Daisy.

It is not that she is disturbed or anything, but she was definitely not your random blonde. Or maybe she is the random blonde cheerleader, only differing from the others due to her ability to speak both Russian and English quite fluently. Well, if you’re in doubt, just label her a high school bitch and you’ll get in right most of the time.

Some faces she recognized, some she had no idea who they were. But either way, she didn’t really care. Making friends was never hard for her, so she’s got nothing to worry. Having been tanning for quite a while now, Daisy gathered her stuff in her beach bag and began walking. Her dark blue eyes met with the familiar structure that was the pier as a smile curved on her lips.

The seventeen year old female made her way over to the wooden pier, a slight smile still on her lips. Spotting a boy there, by himself as she was on her own, she couldn’t help but urge and make her way over. Daisy didn’t recognize him at all, but wasn’t exactly bothered by that. “It is sad isn’t it? How those surfers actually think they are rocking the world just because they are sliding on some horrific waves?” She questioned, a smirk on her face as she avoided to actually look directly towards him. What did Daisy now about surfing? Well, let’s just say she had been a surfer addict around the ages of thirteen to fifteen.

Usually Daisy didn’t care what others thought of her, and such was the case of right now. This male could think she was mad, she wouldn’t even care. She was only just trying to start a plausible conversation with a stranger, who seemed quite cute from where she had looked at him. Cute guys deserve to be talked to, don’t they? Even if they didn’t she would have talked to him anyway, this girl always did what she wanted hardly ever thinking twice about it.

Wearing a Russian brand pink bikini and a mini jeans skirt and a white open fleece over it, Daisy had opted for the hot and comfortable look today. She wasn’t really freezing; she was just feeling the chill on her skin. The girl had gotten used to the absurd cold winter in Russia so even if it snowed she wouldn’t need that much clothing. Because Daisy loved fashion, on her head there was a thick pink tiara, diving her almost-fringe to the sides while the rest of her hair was brushed back and let loose. Simple looks combined could indeed look gorgeous; you just had to now how to deal with them. And Daisy sure did.

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As much fun as he was having watching the failed attempts of many of the surfers, part of Liam was still itching to be out in the water. The feel of the cool, salty ocean swirling around his legs was much more comfortable than his bare, calloused feet on the wooden pier. Certainly far less splinters, too, but shoes were completely overrated anyway. Liam inhaled slowly, breathing in the salty air. Even in December, the sun warmed his tanned arms and back, with his thin, dark brown T-shirt helping with the process. It would have been a perfect day, Liam thought grudgingly, if not for those damn little pansy waves.

The dark-haired young man drummed his fingers idly against the railing, ruffling his lips as he exhaled through his mouth. Well, his amusement had been short-lived, and now Liam was bored again. He shifted his weight a bit, glancing farther down the shoreline. Hmm... hairy shirtless fat man, eye candy, small child making a sand castle, eye candy, a middle-aged couple, a few wetsuit-clad surfers standing near the edge of the water, and more eye candy. Liam could have done with a lot more eye candy and a lot less fat men, but it was just being one of those days.

Or was it? A strange, feminine voice coming from behind him was certainly not to be ignored. Liam turned his torso slightly, craning his neck around to see who had spoken.

Well, hello.

Young, attractive strangers randomly speaking to him? Perhaps it would be a better day than Liam had previously thought. She looked a bit younger than him, maybe only be a year or two... and although Liam was still immature enough to be silently delighted at the sight of cleavage, he couldn't help but wonder why the girl was wearing a tiara. A bit odd, but then again, Liam had seen much stranger. Americans were incredibly unusual people.

"I think it's funny," Liam replied with a one-sided grin, his Australian accent never failing to lace itself through his words. "I'm just waiting for one of them to slip and hit their head on their board or something." Or drown, which would have been slightly more morbid, but at least would have helped with the world population. Still, something like that was probably not something worth mentioning to a nice little blond who had, for whatever reason, decided to ignore every parents' warning and go talk to a stranger.

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Eyes wondering from the water ahead of her and to the horizon far away, Daisy smirked as he replied. Not only she wasn't being ignored but she was also being given something to reply to. Maybe he hadn't meant the convo to go on, but that is how the female had understood it so that is the way she was going to act like. She looked directly at him now, shaking her head at his comment.

"Waves crashing on them would be a lot cooler." Daisy comment as natural as if she was commenting on the weather. The only thing that gave her away was the smirk on her lips. She liked bad guys, usually she was only attracted to jerks, and with this guy it was not different. She liked him already, how easy could Daisy be when she wanted? But hey, she is just extending her mates' web, for having gotten back from a far country can be quite crashing on your social status.

As usual, she failed on noticing the minimum details, such as his accent. The girl could never tell where a person was from by just hearing them speak, unless it was a very strong British accent, because she isn't the type to notice the little things in life. If she were to notice accents she would know that her own was a little too rusty from the normal southern Californian accent she naturally had. When she got to Russia it took her a while to properly understand people, but when she adjusted then that was probably when she lost her American accent. Not like she noticed, because Daisy didn't exactly care.

The blonde turned around in her spot, leaning back as so to be on the opposite direction as his, actually taking in his looks. He was as he had been from the distance: very handsome, and with gorgeous blue eyes. Brunette with blue eyes, Daisy's special. Back in Russia all she had was blonde and white people, well, most of them, but back then she wasn't at the mood to be even flity. She was too busy being pissed off at her dad to even care.

"I am Daisy." She introduced, extending her hand for him to shake if he wanted to. Using her free hand to pull back a bit of her fringe which had fallen over her face, Daisy managed to hold herself in order to not be a bitch with someone unknown. Usually she wouldn't just act this way with strangers, she would just do what she wanted, but if talking to hot strangers was something she wanted, then she would just do it.



ooc: Worse reply ever. I promise to do better on the next (:

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(No worries, it's fine xD)

Even if it had been completely out of the blue, Liam didn't mind the sudden conversation at all. It was better than just sitting around and laughing at unfortunate surfers by himself, especially since it sounded like this girl found their slip-ups just as entertaining as he did. Sure, perhaps laughing at other peoples' pain was a bit on the sadistic side... but it was funny, and it was just so much better when there was a pretty blond girl near him. Hell, everything was better with a pretty blond girl nearby. It was simply a fact of life.

Liam grinned at the girl's comment, a glance her way revealing the smirk on her own face. He'd long ago learned to both love and fear that look on a woman. A smirk could mean a lot of things - although in this case, as he hadn't done anything wrong (as far as he knew) the expression was probably a good thing. Her voice was also a bit of a mystery; she sounded vaguely different from most of the other Americans Liam had met but, like Daisy, he was none too talented when it came to trying to match an accent with a location. While he normally wouldn't have bothered being tactful, the dark-haired young man figured that it would probably be in his best interest to not ask her about it; if she was actually American, she might find it offensive.

"Or a wave crashing on them, and then because of it they slip and hit their head," Liam suggested, curling his lips inward with a decisive nod. Yes, that would definitely be entertaining. He could already see it in his mind's eye, complete with the goofy sound effects and background music straight from America's Funniest Home Videos (Liam thoroughly enjoyed sound effects, and could rarely imagine something without them).

As the girl - Daisy, now - extended one hand, Liam took a moment to mentally assess the young woman's appearance as he reached out his own hand to shake hers. She was definitely pretty; most girls in the area were, of course, but that didn't take anything away from her. She didn't seem as empty-headed as a vast majority of the female teenager population was, but it was really too early to tell if that was even true, let alone if that was actually a good thing or not. Liam knew that sometimes it was just easiest to ignore the smart girls and just head for the airheads, shallow as that may be. "Liam," he replied, giving Daisy's hand a good shake before releasing it. "Nice crown." His blue eyes flickered up at the pink tiara on top of Daisy's head, the slight grin remaining on his face as he lifted one brow in amusement.

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Or a wave crashing on them, and then because of it they slip and hit their head.

Haha, how sweet. Not exactly, but it was working fine on Daisy. “Woah, that would be total best!!” She agreed, imagining it on those ‘funniest home videos’ programs. Such gave her an idea, and she fiddled in her beach bag looking for her cell phone. As she grabbed hold of the electronic, it revealed nothing but a black screen, showing its owner that it was beyond time to recharge. “Oh well, I was going to film it but technology once again has left me on harsh waters.” She sighted, looking at him and replacing her disappointed look with a trivial smile.

It was amazing how Daisy was sociable; she didn’t doubt the least that if she saw this guy again, by some odd reason, one would be certain to remember the other’s face. Even if she wasn’t the one to memorize things easily. But, then again, how could anybody forget her, she’s just unforgettable with a pretty face like her own. That thought made her smile a tad larger, increasing her self confidence even more than it was already on its natural. Not that being this self-confident was good, because sometimes Daisy acted way too much superior than others for her own good.

Like most people, this girl too had her very own ‘the look’. Hers was a slightly arched right eye brow, and perfectly linear enclosed lips. When she made that look she indeed looked quite mean girl-ish, but it didn’t mean she was pissed. It was only her thinking either ‘that is your best? I can do a hell lot better with one arm tied back’ or ‘ohmygod, poor people suck’. Either way, it was her thinking she was the best of best, even more than her usual. There wasn’t one person Daisy looked up to and would think to be better than her. She was always the best inside her mind no matter surrounded by whom she could be.

Anyway, that look was definitely not coming up at the moment, for she was actually liking this boy and adoring her perfect idea of suddenly just talking to him. Cute friends, with benefits in between or not, were never enough.

Liam… Well that was a name new to Daisy, but she liked it nonetheless. It suited him, actually. Leaving her superior self behind for a bit, she laughed at his comment on her tiara crown. “What can I say, it suits me well, doesn’t it.” Nope, that was not a question, but she had actually liked the idea of it being a crown and not just a tiara. It made her feel more important. Ops… Crossing the line of Daisy’s ego, are we now, huh Liam?

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Although Daisy may have been a bit neglectful when it came to properly charging her phone, Liam was always diligent in doing so; who knew when he was going to get a call or text from whichever girl he was trying to get into the pants of at the time. One always had to be prepared. The dark-haired young man reached into the pocket of his shorts, whipping out his own cell phone and presenting it to Daisy with a flourish. "Ta-dahh." It was by no means the fanciest phone in the world, but it was new and not ugly and did everything a phone ought to, and that was fine by Liam's standards.

Most people, of course, might have been a bit hesitant to just hand their phone over to a stranger - particularly so close to the water - but Liam knew that, should anything happen to that phone, he could just go and get a new one. That was always a comfortable feeling; rarely in Liam's life had there ever been a moment where he had broken something and it hadn't been able to be easily and quickly replaced. How long that safety net would last, however, couldn't be easily predicted. Liam had no plans of moving out until after he had graduated, but then what was he supposed to do? Get a job?

Yeah. Right.

Oh well. Finances were a very odd thing to be thinking about at that particular moment with that particular company, but Liam could be a bit of an oddball if he really wanted to be.

Daisy's comment kept the grin on Liam's face, bringing with it a slight chuckle. "Absolutely, Your Highness," he replied, bending at the waist into a slight bow. He never minded feeding a girl's ego; the ones with self-confidence were always more fun than the ones without. Liam hated having to listen to the "oh I'm so fat"s and the "oh I'm so ugly"s, and then spend half the time he was talking to the girl trying to convince her otherwise - because obviously, he wouldn't actually be spending any time with fat or ugly girls. Yes, he really could be very shallow sometimes, but oh well.

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Another one Daisy couldn’t have seen coming was the male offering her his phone. She took a side glance at him, not suspecting anything, although she was just making sure he was indeed offering it to her. “Nice.” She commented with a grin, taking the phone gently from his hand and fiddling on it in search for the filming option. While she searched for it, the female wondered that if she and this Liam boy ended up being just friends- she had to admit she hadn’t started talking to him just for that, but anyway- they would work just fine. After finding his phone’s camera, she positioned it over the wooden enclosure of the pier, trying to catch as much of the surfers as she could.

Because she had been away for a year, living under completely different circumstances, for Russia was nothing alike the US, Daisy wasn’t exactly sure of whom she was. Not that she was having conflicts with her inner self, she just didn’t know if she was that mean bitch or if she would just be that flirty and outgoing person who she used to be before moving. But if Russia did something to her, then it was making her even bitterer than she was before. Two years ago she wouldn’t be feeling as superior to other girls as she had been lately, even though she would probably still have come to talk to the unknown Liam anyway.

Again, not like she cared really. She knew she was more rebel than usual and she knew she had been doing something that were against the law, but who cares? All she cares about is living and having the good life, no matter what it took or who stood on her way. High School was all about that, wasn’t it?

Turning around as he spoke, Daisy smiled as she looked at his bow. The girl grabbed her skirt with her free hand and bowed back, saying “Haha, thank you mister” Her blue eyes bright and sparkling with delight. It turned out she wasn’t that much of a friendless person anymore, huh? Right, she had had friends before but it wasn’t like they had lots of strings attached anymore. She and them as well had changed.

“So, do you go to MHB?” She asked, not being able to tell if he was a senior like her or if he was a college student like her sister. As she asked him such, a big and quick wave began forming on the sea, a bit far from them but making its way towards the surfers nonetheless.

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