we are a hurricane . (jace)

[lace lucetta marseilles]

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oh put my heart at ease^**

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A house sat empty, not a single sound heard throughout the many hallways and corridors. It was silent and dark. It was as if no one had inhabited the place for years. Dust had collected on almost everything visible by moonlight. Cobwebs collaborated in the corners of the walls and the crannies of the windows. The floorboards had turned a burnt blackish color, like the ashes of death. Some people said that hands would come from beneath the floors and snatch you right out of thin air.

Fortunately for Lace, her house was the one beside of that one. Her house was similarly dark and empty, but usually she was in her room, playing music or doing something to keep herself entertained. Most people her age would be out drinking or partying if they had no parents at home, but Lace was not much for the night scene. She preferred to surround herself with more sophisticated types of persons. The sort of people that liked to taste wine and that owned expensive cars like herself (of course, in America, she couldn't drink wine). However, in this country, it was difficult to find anyone worth her time. Lace hadn't met a single human being who shared the same interests as her. It was as if she were some sort of alien. She didn't belong in this place at all.

Lace had been sitting at her desk, mindlessly staring at her laptop screen while making a few periodic clicks with the mouse. Her hand gradually moved the mouse downwards as her eyes fluttered left to right and then came back to the left again. Her focus was completely centered on the catalog of clothes that were so fancy that their price was listed in euros instead of dollars. European clothes. Who could ask for more?

Her parents were away in Europe. The damn bastards. Leaving her there in America. They were there on something about their third honeymoon. Lace didn't really care, she just knew that she didn't get to go. And, of all places, they were in France. It was almost like they wanted to taunt her and make her angry. They at least promised to bring her some souvenirs of home. It was the least they could do, really. But, surprisingly, it wasn't the fact that they were in France that bothered her. What bothered her was how silent the house was without them. Normally her father was downstairs, making some sort of pastry or he was in the den, playing his violin. Her mother usually had the television on, which had become a favorite pastime of hers since moving to America. She used to love playing violin with her husband, but she wanted to be "Americanized," as she was just completely in love with the culture. Lace and her father, however, were somewhat skeptical of it. Lace more so than her father, of course.

Since her parents weren't there, Lace was forced to eat out or risk eating an undercooked meal or setting the house on fire. In fact, she was getting ready to go out. She had been stalling, because she liked to get to the restaurants fairly late, as most people had left by then. As much as Lace craved human interaction, she didn't desire that from the fake people that usually tried to act sophisticated at the restaurants she ate at. Not to mention, they would also be very condescending toward her eating alone, as she was still considered a "kid" here in America. There were many more freedoms and responsibility in France.

Lace moved from her laptop now, pushing back the chair and getting to her feet. She leaned forward and closed the lid of her computer. As she stepped away from it, she turned to her closet, a marvel in itself. It was almost as large as the guest bathroom, and had its own lighting and mirrors inside. It definitely was Lace's favorite part of the whole house.

She needed something dressy. But dressy casual, as she was just eating out, not going to a business meeting or something along those lines. There was so much to choose from that Lace just decided to close her eyes and point in a random direction. Whatever outfit she pointed at was the one she was going to wear (unless she didn't like it, in which she would just repeat the process again).

Luckily, her finger landed on a light pink dress, one that was both formal and casual. Funny how she never knew that most of the clothes she found she never knew she had. But Lace walked over and pulled the dress out, placing it on the edge of her bed so she could change out of her gown.

As she undressed, she noticed her outfit from the other day lying in the clothes hamper. It was the one she had worn to Seth's house, and the one she had almost taken off at his house. It still seemed very fresh in her mind. She had really wanted to have sex with him, but she was hoping that her conscience had been right for once. It wasn't very often that Lace found someone she actually wanted to have relations with, so it was somewhat of a contradiction for her mind to stop her after she had decided she wanted to do it.

Lace sighed and finally slipped the dress on over her body. She tried not to think about that day. She had either made a huge mistake or a leap for the greater good.

Eventually, she made it down the stairs to the garage, where her car rested, awaiting orders like a well-trained police dog. Her car was the only thing that kept her sane sometimes.

Lace entered the driver's side door, taking a seat before finally starting the vehicle and starting off toward her destination: the fine dining that was not so fine, but tolerable.

As she approached the restaurants, she noticed that there wasn't many people as per norm (thank the Lord), but there was quite a few still. Oh, well. She could tolerate some idiots. She parked her car in the closest space she could find, though not between two other cars, as they would probably foolishly open their doors to hit her vehicle. Lace got out of the car, taking her purse with her, which had a credit card full of thousands of theoretical dollars.

She went through the entrance of the restaurant, and was seated as soon as she entered. Her immediate thought was not to look at the menu, but to look around the place, to people-watch. Her bright blue eyes scanned the entire restaurant twice over, but nothing interesting caught her fancy, so she stared down at the menu, oblivious to the rest of the world.

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outfit;; here
tags;; seth
words;; 1000-somethin'
notes;; make it spiceh

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[jace ashton cassidy]

It could truly be considered vomit worthy to watch one of your parents romantically pursue someone. All of the sweet phone calls with the high school gimmicks of ‘no you hang up’ and the more adult manners of touch and suggestions. Truly, truly it was something that most teenagers would not even consider putting up with. Really, to begin with, who wanted their parents to split apart anyways and then go and make it worse by hooking up with someone who wasn’t your mom or dad? Your brain was already trying to cope with having to live here and there and then one of them decided to get a new guy or girl. How was that even right? Well, that was probably how most people thought of these scenarios and in all honesty there had been plenty of times that Jace Cassidy had felt that way about his dad. But it was something that he had learned to cope with and something that had probably managed to trigger some of his own promiscuous behaviors (did that still count as coping well?). So, even now, as he watched his dad and his dad’s girlfriend cuddle at the opposite end of the booth while whispering sweet nothings into one another’s ears and forgetting that he existed Jace did not care. Well, not that he was thrilled about being ignored but it could have been worse.

The green eyed boy watched the couple with a vacant stare. He was waiting for them to remember that they had brought him along. He was waiting for his dad to remember that he had a son and waiting for Shelly (his dad’s girlfriend) to recall that she was uncomfortable with Jace being around when they were being intimate. Despite these things, they still seemed to forget and it was only thanks to a passing waiter who asked if Shelly needed a refill that the two came back to the real world. Jace and his dad immediately locked eyes, Jace only giving him a smug sort of grin and raising his hand to slightly from the table to wave his fingers and say hello.

Jace actually did like Shelly. She was an enjoyable woman and kept herself in shape. She had a good sense of humor and wasn’t a dimwit like a few of the girls his dad had desperately clung to after his divorce. Shelly was a girl that Jace didn’t mind introducing to relatives and sometimes friend. He was sure, had she ever been a mom, she would have been one of those “Stacy’s Mom” types. Hot, brainy, and equipped with a minivan.

“Jace.” The teenagers raised his brows up at his father as he said his name and curiously awaited his dialog. The older man just sort of waved his hand giving Jace the silent ‘stop staring’ kind of look. Jace just stared at him like he was completely oblivious of what any of their silent code meant. This made his dad roll his eyes at him and take his arm from around Shelly and use it for poking around at some appetizers. Jace’s stare dropped then and he too looked over the dish. But he wasn’t actually interested in eating any of it (he doubted his dad was either).

“You know,” Jace started, his eyes flowing back upward to look at the two adults across from him. “It was really cool of you two to bring me along and all but-“ he trailed off, to look between them. “I’m just not feeling like staying out tonight. Kind of a third wheel and there is a croissant at home calling out my name.”

“Jace, you’re not-“ Jace shrugged, smiling up at the two assuring him that he honestly could care less about it. So his dad just stopped there and looked over at Shelly for some kind of support. Jace decided not to give them any time though and quickly got up from his spot, pulling his jacket back on as he did so.

“Hey, you two keep on being all lovey-dovey without me,” he told them with another shrug while adjusting his jacket. “I’ll live and we can just go do something more kid friendly next weekend.” Jace obviously joked, his voice very light and in no way disarming. It was usually how he got away with things and now was different. His dad ended up just giving him a smile and Jace gave him one back before waving at the pair and heading back off to the chill of the night. It was seriously getting late anyways and he was sure with a few more wines in their systems his dad and Shelly would be having a lot less G-rated conversations. You know, he needed to protect those sweet little ears of his.

While Jace weaved carefully through empty tables and bus boys he noticed a lone girl at a table. It was weird. She was all dressed up with nobody there with her. Ah, but surely she was just waiting on a date… at this time of night? More like she’d have to have been stood up. No, she was too pretty to be stood up. That was when the cogs started turning right and Jace realized who she was. He had talked to her before over the internet and had even seen her a few times around campus. She was the new girl… with a not so lovely reputation.

Jace made his way over toward her table slowly, sliding his hands into his pockets and sucking in his bottom lip while he thought up what to say. When he finally stood beside her table, he had got it.

“Is your date in the bathroom?”

the outfit, pictured up there at the top.
tagged, lace lucetta marseilles the preppy, brainy foreigner.
word count, it happened to be 954.