` SHOOT THE STARS DOWN , - sarahh!

[DANICA PALMERO]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width:400px; background-color:#b5becc; border-left:#4b5c76 7px dashed;] and in your dream it's time to do the best you can now Thank god for the weekends. Well, thank whoever for the weekends, seeing as danica didn’t believe in god and spirits and all that bullshit. For danica, the weekends usually meant no class, going out, getting drunk and going back home to puke up the fun night she had. Actually, it was only three of those four things that were different: she never went to school anyway, even if she was paying for it. As long as her grades were decent the school didn’t seem to mind that she only went to class once in a while. The exception was her acting class, that she made sure she went to. But today was a little different. Danica’s plans didn’t consist of downing a mixture of strong liquors or getting a good night’s high. No, that wasn’t in her agenda today. Of course, there was always the possibility of an intoxicated night whenever Danica and sarah were involved. Maybe some hands on action or escapes from authority. There really were no boundaries with the two. Danica actually thought of robbing a bank once and made sure she put that on her bucket list. Besides, everyone knew she was crazy, why not prove them right? She sure as hell wasn’t about making herself anything than what she was. Sometimes it amazed her that there were people in the world who actually got along with her and didn’t make her want to set them on fire. Sure, she had thought about it once or twice but it never got that serious. Danica wasn’t feeling too adventurous at the moment. She found herself at the hotel closest to her university. She never how the hell it was pronounced, or spelled, but it wasn’t like she cared. She was sitting on one of the overly cozy couches that were located right in the front lobby of the hotel. She could also recall a couple of times where she had fallen asleep here and was woken up by one of the employees. Usually it was the same one, the guy who worked inside the gift shop, who she had been rumored to be more than a little friendly with. But at the moment, none of that mattered, she wasn’t very tired, and one of the boys she constantly saw at the hotel had been sending her signals the entire morning. She wasn’t into him the slightest, but she figured Sarah would have something in mind upon her arrival. She grabbed one of the magazines which she didn’t understand and began flipping through the pages. She figured it would pass some time until her supposed lesbian lover arrived. template: melody. you steal, you die, tagged: ruby as sarah, words: too lazy, notes: sorry this sucked! promise it'll get better<3

[SARAH MCCONAUGHEY]

And through the rising and falling apart, We discover who we are

A normal college girl would go to bed some time between ten at night and two in the morning. But for this particular brunette, at 5:47am, she was just slipping back into her dorm room from a night out. She was beyond tired, and she was way too hungover for her own good. She could barely remember what she had even drank last night. Let alone the name of the guy she had slept with. Early mornings weren't usually a problem for Sarah, but after a good night spent, all she wanted to do was crawl back into bed and sleep until Monday. The one thing she hated about partying and hooking up with random guys was that she had to wake up early in the morning to sneak out without them noticing on a bad hangover. What's worst is that most of them tend to like to go and find her for another night. For some reason, they don't understand that all she was looking for was just a good lay. You'd think a guy would understand that more than anyone. Clearly, they didn't if they kept coming back for more. Seriously. She didn't understand why guys liked to assume she was the kind of girl who wanted commitment. Did she give out that vibe or did someone stamp "I like commitment" on her forehead? Because she sure as hell knew that she didn't give out the impression that she wanted to be tied down to anyone. And God knows most people know her reputation around. She was just looking for a fuck and run. Nothing serious.

She yawned loudly, slipping out of her five inch heels, and slowly undressing herself until she was just in her bra and panties. What? She liked to sleep with as little clothes as possible. It was just more comfortable that way. Slipping under her covers, she was ready to drift off to a sleep until it was time to get dressed and head out for another party. And knowing her luck, her cell phone buzzed just before she could even close her eyes. Groaning in annoyance, she picked up without looking at the caller ID. It was her brother Zach. After a good hour of her just sitting there and listening to him yell at her, the phone call finally ended. She knew her brother was just looking out for her, but it probably wasn't a good idea to be going to the same school as him. Don't get her wrong, she loved her older brother to bits and pieces, and she would have no problem shooting someone for him, but the problem with going to the same school as him since she was five, word kind of circulates and sooner or later, he finds out the truth. And the thing about this University is that the student body is not exactly that big. So it was no surprise that her brother had found out she had been sleeping around with his friends. Not her fault that she didn't know who he was friends with. And it wasn't exactly like he hasn't slept with her friends before. She honestly didn't know what the big deal was.

Throwing her phone onto her bedside table, she snuggled under her warm blanket once more. But unfortunately for her, she wasn't able to fall back asleep. Now that her brother had finally woken her up for good, she was having trouble falling asleep. And it wasn't like she got much sleeping last night, if you know what I mean. Great. What was she going to do now? With this massive hangover of her's, she wasn't going to be able to do much but drown herself in a full pot of fresh coffee. She grudgingly rolled herself out of bed and took a nice and long shower before shimmying into her newly bought pink floral dress. She did her make up, put on her accessories and was out the door, slipping into the kitchen to make herself a pot of coffee. Sitting at the edge of the dinner table, she let out another yawn. God, she was so tired, and she didn't really have the patience to wait for her coffee. Unfortunately, she had no other choice. She could always go to the coffee shop, but that meant waiting in line and having noises surround her currently dysfunctional brain. The pounding her in head was beyond painful, and she had already taken two Tylenol's. She probably should have ate something before taking them, but her stomach wasn't exactly wanting to be messed with right now.

Sarah dumped her black coffee into her Starbucks mug and took off, driving off to the local library. Yeah, Sarah Mcconaughey was going to the library. Sure, this girl practically never showed up in class despite the fact that she was paying for her own tuition. It wasn't like she actually needed any of these classes. She wanted to become a singer/actress. She didn't need world history class or astronomy class. Those were just pointless electives that she had to take for her freshman year. And it wasn't like she was about to take hard courses like sciences. God knows she can't understand sciences to save her life. And it wasn't like people needed to know that she actually cared about her grades. Nor did they actually need to know that she was a smart girl. In fact, she's just a little too smart. But she liked to keep that a secret. Why broadcast to the world that she was actually smart? Being smart didn't define her. It shouldn't define her. What made her was her personality. It's the way she presented herself. It's the way she performed on stage. It's the way she expressed herself. Not that the way she was acting now did much to prove her character. She was kind of going on a downward spiral. It didn't help that she was super tight with Dani. Not that she minded. At least Dani knew how to enjoy life unlike these boring ass people. She happened to like her, and these two always left a trail of havoc wherever they went. But why did that matter right? At least she was having fun.

Plus it was super fun to make out with Dani and get guys all worked up. She couldn't keep track of how many times they've done that. Just randomly make out with each other in front of guys, sucker one of them into going to a hotel for a "threesome," tie them to a bed as a kinky stunt, get him super worked up, and then leave him hanging. Guys were too easy to play with. But the process was fun, at least. Speaking of Dani. She hadn't seen that bitch in a while. Where was she anyways? She hadn't seen her around the dorm, so she must be hanging out in that hotel like she always did. Sarah laughed a little at the thought. That girl was always there, being just a little too friendly with that one guy at the gift shop. After studying for an hour and a half in the library, she went ahead and got in some shopping time before driving off to Hotel Fouquet's Barriere. She threw her Porsche convertible keys at the valet and strutted her way into the hotel, purposely swaying her hips teasingly at him. Slipping her sunglasses at the top of her head, immediately spotting the dark haired beauty, magazine in hand. A smile graced Sarah's face, her attention instantly catching onto the guy who had his eyes on Dani. She laughed a little, shaking her head. She made her way over to the sitting figure, "Well if it isn't my favourite best friend!" She said loud enough for the guy to hear before dipping her head down in front of Dani and kissing her on the lips. "I think we should play a little game." She whispered playfully, letting out a wink.

TAGGED: DANI PALMERO. WORDS: 1337. WEARING: THIS. NOTES: BLAH, SORRY!