TaintedHeart
Really Really Experienced
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Stephanie had been born in France, with American parent's who'd ran away from home when they were both sixteen. Her wild girl, party all night style seemed to be almost addictive. But she wasn't stupid. Her life in the orphanage had been enough to get her going, right into school to get all the way up to college, getting a scholarship in business to go on to college. Nineteen years old and crazy to boot, it was no doubt that she was always in trouble. And recently, she was fighting for passing marks. People just wondered how in the world she did it. Maintained her ever party-wild atmosphere, and always barely got passing. Some suspected her odd background maybe, some just thought she was super woman, and a few of the supersticious thought she was into decapitated chicken offerings to satanic gods, and that was how she did it all. Those weren't the reasons, though. Maybe it was just because she was Stephanie.
Alexandra, or Alex, on the other hand, was so far from Steph's equal that it was not funny. The girl loved the thrill of parties. She loved to see crowds, and dancing, and just an over all good time. But she was shy as hell. She couldn't go in a room with more than five people in it and not freeze. She grew up in New Jersey with her two parents, never moved, never did anything bad in her entire life. But she wanted to. So it was by some god-lucky chance that she stumbled over Stephanie one day. The college she attended had sponsered a three month visit to Paris to study the difference between them and the United States citizens. So, as soon as she got off the plane, she had a certain feeling of freedom. And Stephanie, noticing her 'freedom' in the form of freaking out toward a secuity guard in the middle of the air port had been drawn to her like a magnet.
Alex was only there for a week and things seemed to be worse and worse. Her hotel did not wish to accept her into it with her little miniture pomeranian she brought, so Steph had offered her a place at her house. And then on, the red head party girl had not desitated to show the blonde headed shy chic the streets, racing about on a bike non-stop with Alex as the passenger. Steph had noticed though, that she was slowly gaining an attraction toward Alex. And she planned on telling her tonight, before Mardi Gras.
Alex had been out, studying the Iffle Tower for the fifteenth time in that one week, though Steph was wandering around her house like she'd been hit in the ass by cupids' arrow. She ran her finger's through her deep red hair, both excitement and fear echoing in her eyes as she paced her front room of her tiny, one bedroom apartment. She'd been camping out in the front room, giving Alex her room. None the less, she'd spent a lot of time with her. And now she was going to tell her just what that time over one week had gotten her to, emotionally.
"Cool it, Steph. Just chill...man, I've never fallen this hard for anyone." She cursed to herself in French, which was no doubt her second language. She glanced to the clock. Not too long now.
Alexandra, or Alex, on the other hand, was so far from Steph's equal that it was not funny. The girl loved the thrill of parties. She loved to see crowds, and dancing, and just an over all good time. But she was shy as hell. She couldn't go in a room with more than five people in it and not freeze. She grew up in New Jersey with her two parents, never moved, never did anything bad in her entire life. But she wanted to. So it was by some god-lucky chance that she stumbled over Stephanie one day. The college she attended had sponsered a three month visit to Paris to study the difference between them and the United States citizens. So, as soon as she got off the plane, she had a certain feeling of freedom. And Stephanie, noticing her 'freedom' in the form of freaking out toward a secuity guard in the middle of the air port had been drawn to her like a magnet.
Alex was only there for a week and things seemed to be worse and worse. Her hotel did not wish to accept her into it with her little miniture pomeranian she brought, so Steph had offered her a place at her house. And then on, the red head party girl had not desitated to show the blonde headed shy chic the streets, racing about on a bike non-stop with Alex as the passenger. Steph had noticed though, that she was slowly gaining an attraction toward Alex. And she planned on telling her tonight, before Mardi Gras.
Alex had been out, studying the Iffle Tower for the fifteenth time in that one week, though Steph was wandering around her house like she'd been hit in the ass by cupids' arrow. She ran her finger's through her deep red hair, both excitement and fear echoing in her eyes as she paced her front room of her tiny, one bedroom apartment. She'd been camping out in the front room, giving Alex her room. None the less, she'd spent a lot of time with her. And now she was going to tell her just what that time over one week had gotten her to, emotionally.
"Cool it, Steph. Just chill...man, I've never fallen this hard for anyone." She cursed to herself in French, which was no doubt her second language. She glanced to the clock. Not too long now.