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[nicholas]

let’s chance it.
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“Home sweet home.” James threw his keys on the end table near the couch in the living room and plopped down on it, not even bothering to unbutton his coat or take off his scarf and gloves. He’d just gotten off the plane from Chicago about an hour ago, and was feeling relieved that he was away from those grumpy first class fliers. He never would’ve thought that even with free food, champagne, miles of legroom and free movies, people would still have things to complain about. But hey, that’s what rich people did, right? At least he’d had a nice time while he was there. He’d visited his family for Christmas, and trust and believe, nothing could ever compare to a wealthy Italian family’s Christmas. The gifts were numerous, and there was food everywhere. Nick was absolutely positive that because of the amount of pasta, gnocchi, and cannolis he’d eaten, he wouldn’t be able to move properly for the next couple of weeks.

He grabbed the remote and switched on the television, looking for something to watch. Of course, with it being 3 in the afternoon, absolutely nothing was on but children’s sitcoms and boring dramas that he could care less about, so he turned it back off and decided to go sightsee. What else could he do? He’d just moved here a couple months ago, and even with his amazing (if he did say so himself) personality, he had no friends that he could randomly call up and make plans with. Grabbing his keys once more, he headed out of the door and silently thought to himself that it was a good idea that he didn’t take his clothes off just yet.

He backed his Mercedes out of the driveway and headed for Highway 27, hoping that traffic would be minimal. That was one thing he hated about New York; the traffic. There were some aggressive drivers here, and not to mention they were some of the rudest he’d ever met. Back in Chicago, traffic could get a little crazy, but here, things were no joke.

After about three and a half hours of driving, he’d finally gotten to the city. It was about 7, but it was so dark outside, you would’ve thought it was 10 o’clock. Even still, the city was pretty breathtaking at night. All of the sights and sounds drew you in, and made you realize why some people never wanted to leave this place. Especially since New Year’s was approaching; the entire city was decorated as if it was having a giant party. Speaking of parties, he still had yet to be invited to one. Sure, he’d been to a few clubs here and there over the past couple months, and he’d definitely gotten more than a few numbers, but clubs didn’t provide the same atmosphere that parties did. In clubs, you were just a random, nameless stranger, but in parties, you were around those you knew, and you had a better sense of togetherness. Oh well, he was a big old mush ball, so sue him.

He didn’t exactly know where he was going, but he wanted to find something interesting to do, so he looked for the Empire State Building. In the few months that he’d been here, he’d never been. Actually, he’d barely seen any part of the city since he’d moved here. Between the tree lighting and a skating trip or two to Rockefeller Center, he had only been to the city about four times. It wasn’t like he didn’t have the interest for it, but he just didn’t have the time. His classes at NYU and his job at Premier Motors occupied most of his time, so it was rare that he ever had time to do anything of his own. And when he did have the time, he tried to take advantage of it, but he was tired from school and work. It was a never-ending cycle.

As he pulled up to the building, he was awestruck. He never knew the building was so huge. The top was still lit red and green, and there were hundreds of people milling about in front of and inside the building. He heard Christmas carols playing from the radios inside the building, and was even singing along in his head. He got so caught up in the sights and sounds of the scene that he didn’t even notice that he was pulling up onto somebody’s bumper. All he needed to hear was the loud crash in front of him to know that he’d be paying a pretty penny for this one. He sighed, and let out a breathy, “Shit.”

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TAG: someone, anyone interesting!
SETTING: empire state building/7 pm/tuesday.
STATUS: finito.
WORDS: 779 w/o codes.
OUTFIT: sexy thang.
NOTES: sorry this sucks so bad, i lost muse near the end. = (
CREDITS: template & banner to bree.

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[itsjustmechelsea]

"Yes, yes. Okay, dad. I'll call you in two days." [/COLOR]Geez, that man could talk an ear off. Although, he hadn't always been so talkative. And, Peyton was beginning to find her "new dad" just a bit annoying. Okay, a lot annoying. Before Peyton could do whatever she wanted, with little to no interference by her father. But now, he wanted to know every little detail. He wanted to know what she was doing, where, why, how long it would take, etc. It wasn't like Peyton was going out getting arrested every night. Peyton had sort of hoped that when she moved, he would let go a bit. But, somehow Carl managed to be even more of a pest now. Peyton hadnt even realized that was possible.

But, if Peyton was honest with herself, she had changed a lot in the last year and a half, too. And it was all because of one single event: the death of a loved one. Jason Weston, who had been Peyton's very best friend back home, had been viciously murdered back home, and it threw everyone in the small town for a whirl. Jason was an absolute sweetheart, and no one could fathom why anyone would commit such a terrible act. Peyton, who was once very outgoing and a social butterfly, became more reserved than ever. Peyton had always had a hard time opening up to people, and Jason had been the only one she opened up to about everything. But after his death, she found that she couldn't get close to anyone. She also discovered she was was very vulnerable, easily angered or easily upset. Carl had changed in a different way, however. For as long as Peyton could remember, she had been forced to care for her dad. The man was hopeless, unable to dress himself, keep up with a schedule, cook or clean. So, Peyton had taken on the motherly role after her mother walked out at the age of six. Peyton was used to that man, the one that was distant from her. But, when Jason passed, Carl tried his best to step up. And he was still trying. Trying to make up for the past, Peyton assumed. But, still, he was beginning to become a bit overbearing, and it was starting to get real annoying real fast.

After getting her father off of the telephone, Peyton had been excited for the beginning of her day. Having just moved to New York a little over a week ago, she hadn't been able to get in much sight-seeing. But, today, she didn't have to work, and she was planning to spend the day taking in the beautiful city of New York. She had made the drive to the city, through the awful traffic, and had spent her day snapping photos or anything and everything she thought to be memorable.

As it started to get later, Peyton made her way to the Empire State Building. She had heard that it was just absolutely beautiful at night, and she wanted to see it for herself. But, once again, traffic was dreadful. While in her black Kia Sportage, Peyton was snapping any pictures she could. Traffic was moving pretty slowly, so she was able to get quite a lot of photos, while also paying attention to the traffic ahead of her. A little traffic, after all, was not going to stop a true photographer from getting the shots she desired. Sure, it would be a lot better to be out of the car, and have a better view, but she was making do. And, the photos were coming out pretty well still, if she did say so herself. Photography was her passion, and it always showed in her photographs.

Peyton's thoughts of lighting, and the beautiful building before her, were interrupted when she felt a sudden jolt, and a loud noise. A sigh escaped her lips. "Well, that's just fantastic," Peyton spoke to herself. Her voice was unique. It had the traditional southern twang that would be expected from a Tennessee girl, but it also held a twist of an Australian accent, one of the few things her mother had given her. Opening her door, she stepped out of her vehicle to see who had hit her, and how much damage they had done.

Peyton's vehicle wasnt the newest model, being from the year 2000, but it was still in a good condition, well, until now. Peyton walked to the back, to assess the damage. It wasnt too terrible, but she was definitely going to need to get the paint fixed, and a new bumper. The other car, however, was going to need more work. The male's lovely Mercedes was not so lovely from the front view anymore.

Peyton turned to look at the male driver, and give a light smile. She didnt want to yell at him, or be rude. She simply wanted to get the matter resolved and move on. "Are you alright?" Peyton asked, knowing that safety always came first. Hopefully he didnt have a broken arm or anything.

TAG/nicholas
WORD COUNT /849.
STATUS/done.
OUTFIT /outfit.
NOTES /none.
CREDITS/ me