miss nothing ,

[story eden ashby]

her feelings were too jumbled to try and sort out, thinking only caused a pounding to beat against her head and leave her wanting to cry out. story had no idea what was up with herself. lately she had been feeling more finicky and on edge about things. she had been more solitary the last week, deciding to keep to herself instead of requesting the company of adele or presley. they were two good friends of hers, always ready to hear her woes when she finally couldn't keep them pressing on her chest any longer. story had hardly spoken the last few days, everything was being kept bottled up in her chest and she could feel it all screaming in despair. it wasn't the type of secrecy that would remain calm, sitting inside of her without a protest. it was the troubles that were eager to be released to raise all sorts of variations of hell. hell wasn't something she wanted to suffer through any longer. sixteen years of hell had been enough for story. still she was heckled by the past that seemed to be insistent on seeping back into the craps of her interior.

her shift in the cafe had been a little short from what could be considered a disaster. it started off with the tiny problem that story couldn't find her white button down shirt. it was a crucial, the only type of wear that was acceptable when waiting. twenty minutes late she finally showed up in the kitchens, the cook frowned at her and the manager didn't even meet her gaze. her reputation at the resort was still marred, her father had managed to reach her even in his incarceration. she hadn't been looking where she was going after she had finally settled down into the anticipation of her five hour shift. it was a tray full of entrees that were particularly messy and her foot had gotten caught on the long train of women's dress. it's easy to imagine what happened next. she was called off for that night, shooed away from the mess of a woman who was sobbing from the mess that had been smeared all across her face. story wouldn't be receiving her pay for that night because she had managed to screw up so badly. she couldn't explain herself, she was six months into her job and usually performed her jobs to near perfection. her mindset was effecting everything.

she wanted to unwind, feel all of the stress and anxiety roll of her with some well needed relaxation. the resort was her home, story knew every square foot of the place and could easily access all spots. the resort spa was her favorite place, it was a place where she felt she could easily let her worries go by placing her body in water that bubbled with warmth. quickly she had figured that late in the evening many of the guests didn't bother with the spa, they were either dining in the cafe or caught up in their rooms. it was a pleasure to her, she could tiptoe into the spa room without being looked at with narrowed eyes by the guest. her name was known throughout the whole resort and some people weren't comfortable knowing that she was a staff member. she looked peculiar in a blazer that covered her cheaply purchased bikini, one of the more lavish guests had gifted her with it when they discovered that it was an ill fit on their shoulders. her bare feet slapped softly on the recently dried floor and she slipped off her jacket, she thought nothing was she abandoned it in the middle of the floor. no one was there to bother her. "peace..."

[/color] she murmured to herself, sinking down into the water and feeling the heat scathe her delicate skin.

desi wiff adele,
641 words,
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[adele lillian bundchen]

adele was close to getting fired or put on suspicion. well if she had decided to attack the little nut that had decided to fake like he was drowning then she would. the younger boy had faked like he was drowning, and being her she had given him cpr. only for him to try to shove his tongue down her throat. she was behind pissed and frustrated with the world. she sat at her post, her sunglasses covering her eyes as she glared down at the teenager who probably haven't even hit puberty. he was high five-ing his friends and they were cheering him on as if he was a saint. she was so pissed, but what could she really do about the situation. she sat there and pouted, arms crossed over her chest, not really paying attention to what was really going on in the water. on occasion she would yell at a kid to stop running, and blow her whistle to warn someone to cool it on the house playing. it was time to transfer. being a lifeguard was okay, it had its ups and down. she got to tan for free. she got to swim when the pool was empty. she got to meet interesting people. cute people. sexy people. those were the moments she really loved, especially when they weren't weird. the moments she hated, childish kids, someone faking like they were drowning. then there was the creepy old people who wanted to cope a feel. the job had its perks and it's disaster's as well. she was just ready to clock out and start all over again tomorrow.

as soon as the hand hit the seven she climbed down from her post and slipped into her sandals and headed towards the locker rooms for the staff. she quickly changed out of her lifeguard swimsuit and into the clothes she had put on earlier that day. yellow shorts, white bikini bottoms underneath, a yellow bikini top with a purple shirt covering it. adele had planned on going for a swim after work, but rather not be bothered with kids at the moment, so the spa would do for the day. she clocked out, stopping by to restaurant story worked out. though the manger seemed pissed and said something about sending her home early for the day. she sighed, debating if she should call her and see if she wanted her to come over. though figured she might want some alone time so went against it. they both were just having a bad day. she got attacked by a young boy, and story was sent home early. adele worried about her friend. she was so troubled, afflicted with her history. adele really never had to deal with anything like that. deal with people staring at her like she was a monster, a barbarian. that just cause of who her father was that she would receive his traits of terror and become like him. though adele tried to tell her different. she was nothing like her father. she had did her research of the ashby's, and yes it was a nightmare, but her story couldn't do something so terrifying. adele always like to see the best in people until they proved her wrong otherwise.

as she walked out the restaurant she headed towards the spa. pulling her light brown hair back into a high ponytail. not wanting it to get in her way. pushing the doors open towards the hot tub, she looked around. it was deserted. perfect. though there was one other person, but she couldn't really tell who it was. their back was turned to her and all she could see was a head full of dark brunette hair. sighing she moved over and dropped her bag on the floor silently. "mind if i join ya?" she slipped out of her shoes, shorts, then shirt before looking over at the girl. smirking as she seen her best friend. "stor!" she grinned and stepped into the water. her body shivered from the sudden change in temperature, and she relaxed against the walls of the jacuzzi. her head went back, her body finally relaxing after the stressful day. "i heard about your day," frowning once more. "sorry." she scooted closer to her friend, nudging her a little. she was glad that she had decided to come to the spa, and glad that her friend had decided to come as well. it really didn't get any better than that.

tag: story aka lacey.
outfit: click
status: complete.
notes: tadaa <3