let's be hasty, let's be reckless

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20+ couples you wish were together
06; leighton meester + ed westwick
 
- DUH -.-

25+ girl crush challenge;
28; zoe saldana

- she should really be higher in my list. she's gorgeous and seems incredibly classy and down to earth.

25+ girl crush challenge;
27; freida pinto
 
- she is just breathtaking. and she and dev are the cutest couple.

25+ girl crush challenge;
26; rachael taylor

- she's aussie, she was even miss teen tasmania ;) and i never get sick of looking at her, i think she is undeniably gorgeoussss.
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p.s. for those who don't know her ;) she had a small-ish part in the first transformers movie.

millie;
 
I walked out of the bathroom my hair dripping wet and towel in hand. Jake was sitting on the edge of the bed looking perplexed and anxious.
“What’s up?” I asked.
“You’re father called,”
I stared at him blankly, “I haven’t had a father since I was 18,”
“Well apparently he still thinks that he has a daughter because he just called, he wants to meet up,”
“I hope you told him that I don’t want to see him,”
“He wants to meet for lunch, that’s all.” Jake continued, I could feel my blood bubbling.
“Why are you pushing this on me? I yelled, “I said I don’t want to see him, just leave me alone we can’t all have your perfect little family”
He brushed off my snide comment, “Aren’t you the least bit curious about what he has to say?”
I didn’t respond.
“12.30 at Mimosa, I think you should go,”
 
I walked into the restaurant at 1 o’clock; I figured the man had made me wait more than three years to even call; he could wait half an hour while I bought new shoes. I sauntered over to where I could see the back of my father’s freshly styled hair and sat down across the table from him, avoiding his gaze.
“Allegra!” He smiled, “You look more like your mother every day,” I glanced up and took in his painfully expensive Armani suit.
“Well that’s funny since you clearly don’t see me every day. Actually I think it’s almost been four years now, but look at you haven’t you done well for yourself,”
He stayed quiet, “You look well,”
“Thanks,” I replied monotonously. "You have five minutes,"
He nodded when he realised I was serious; “Look Allegra, I know things in the past have been difficult but I did bring you here today for a specific reason and I do want to apologise for my ongoing absence,”
“Whatever," I replied.
He sighed, "Please, you’re not a child anymore. I just want to talk father to daughter.”
I stood up, his five minutes was up. “I’m not interested in hearing anything that you have to say, you’ve been too busy playing house without me,”

[flashback]
 
millie;
 
“Millie! Jake is here!”
I smiled as I brushed by my sister. "See you later,"
“When are you coming home?”
“Since when do you care?” I asked, her eyes glazed over and I turned on my heel and ran out to Jake’s car before she started throwing bottles or something at my head.
“So where are we going?” I asked as he opened the passenger side door for me.
“Hotel.” He replied.
I smirked; tonight was going to be the night, finally.
“Do you want to stop off and get some dinner?” He asked politely, as he started the car. I shook my head and licked my lips as suggestively as possible.
He glanced over, “Seatbelt please and what’s with the face?” He asked with a laugh.
“I’m trying to be sexy Jake at least pretend to play along,” I bit back angrily.
“Do you know when you’re the sexiest? When you’re not trying,” I rolled my eyes at him. We didn’t talk for the rest of the car ride. “Come on, stop sulking I have a surprise for you.” He smiled as he opened the car door and then unclicked my seatbelt.
He took my hand and pulled me into the lobby before getting the lift to the penthouse floor. He covered my eyes with one hand as he swiped the key card and turned the door knob with the other.
“Now you’ll probably think it’s kind of lame,” He said as he lifted his hand away. Something smelt like roses.
“Oh my god…” I sighed. Lame it was, adorably lame. Tiny tea light candles adorned every table and shelf and rose petals were sprinkled over the bedspread and carpet.
“Happy Valentine’s day!” He grinned broadly. Sh.t, it was Valentine’s Day? Now everything was making sense.
“Right back at you,” I smiled as I kissed him. He didn’t ask about his present, he just walked over to his iPod and flicked through the music until he reached Wonderwall. It was one of my favourites. He walked back over and stopped in front of me offering his hand.
“Uh no, I don’t dance,”
“Neither do I, I just move well,” He winked as he grabbed my waist and pulled me in close. I leaned in close and breathed in his perfect familiar smell.
“This is all very suave of you,” I giggled.
“Millie?” He asked as he kissed my neck gently.
“Mmm,”
“I love you,” I pulled away from his chest and looked up at him; he leant forward to cup my face and started kissing me slowly. I finally pushed him away from me only for a second to reply;
“I love you too”

[trying to get back into it! ugh megan's legs :| she's so hot!]
 
aria;
 
[flashback]
 
My heart was pounding away in my chest; I had no idea why I was so anxious. Would she judge me? What advice would she give me? Was this a complete waste of time? I glanced uncertainly at the door, calculating how many seconds it would take for me to just get up and walk away.
How many steps? I couldn't stay here.
I shifted in the waiting room chair, about to get up. There was nobody else around; the secretary was nowhere to be seen, no other patients filled the room. Nobody would know that I'd come here and left.
“Aria?" a voice asked. I looked up, cursing. The secretary poked her head around from one of the adjoining offices, looking at me in anticipation.
I followed her into the office, taking a seat in front of a kind-looking woman. She was well dressed, in her late forties, maybe fifties…. She looked like someone I could trust. Maybe only because I so desperately wanted to trust her.
I shifted in my seat, sitting on my hands when I realized they were shaking slightly.
She looked up from her notebook. “How about you start by telling me exactly why you came here today?"
I took a deep breath, and then let it out quickly. "I really don't know where to start."
She set her pen down. “You can’t be any older than eighteen, where’s your family?”
I swallowed, “I turned seventeen a few months ago. As for family, I really only have my mother and she lives in Nevada.”
“That’s a big move for such a young girl, what made you make the decision to live away from home so young?”
I shook my head, in case she was getting the wrong idea about me; “I didn’t really have a choice…something…happened at my old high school, and everyone thought it would be best if I just got away,”
“Would you care to elaborate with what happened?”
I nodded, “A teacher…he- I guess he sort of tried to force himself on me…or something,”
She tilted her head to the side, “You say that like you’re not sure?”
“I didn’t really understand the situation then, and I’m not sure that I even do now…All I know is that what he was doing, it didn’t feel right to me.”
“What did you mother have to say about it?”
“She practically pushed me on the first plane here; she really wanted me out of Vegas, especially after the story reached the press.”
“She didn’t want to come with you?”
I shook my head slowly, “She um…she was sick,” I bit down on lip, “She had to stay there for more treatment,”
“Okay,” She nodded she replied as she scribbled away in her notebook, “What about relationships, any guys?”
I glanced up at her, “I have a boyfriend,” Just saying the word made me smile a little.
“First real relationship?” She guessed with a small smile.
I nodded, “Actually yes,”
 
While I waited for a cab, I pulled out my phone and called my most dialed number. He picked up on the second ring.
"I went to see a shrink today," I told him. Straight out. Nobody else had to know, but he probably should.
"What? Why?"
"Abby thought it might help. It did... I feel like a weight has been lifted. Only a tiny one, but I feel a tiny bit better, and I guess I need those small victories."
"I'm glad, do whatever you need to do. You know you can still talk to me though right?”
I smiled, “Yeah of course, I’ll see you at home okay?”
“Alright, I love you,”
“I love you more.”

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[present]

“You owe me... $600,” I said, smirking.
Aiden sighed and looked down at his paper money, sifting through the gradually shrinking pile. “I don’t have that kind of money...”
I shrugged my shoulders, “Then you’ll have to mortgage some of your properties...”
He glared at me, “Why did you have to go and put your hotels on everything? You just ruined the game.”
“Actually it’s called winning,” I grinned at him, “And you’re just mad because this is the first time I’ve ever beaten you at Monopoly.”
He shook his head, “It’s also the first time you haven’t gotten frustrated and thrown all your houses and money at me in a fit of rage.”
I shrugged, “Maybe I’m just better at managing my money now-“
“Or you just got lucky this time,” He smirked at me.
I heard something skidding across the floor and Hudson came flying in. He set his eyes on Aiden and bounded over to him.
“Well I guess that’s settled,” Aiden laughed as Hudson ran over the Monopoly board and sent our houses flying everywhere.
“Aid, we have to pick up all the pieces they're a choking hazard for Hudson!”
He stared at me for a moment, a smile spreading across his gorgeous face, “I’m really not sure why your maternal instinct towards him is so hot to me right now,” He said, lunging over the board in one swift movement and pinning me underneath him. “Can I repay my debt in sexual favors?”
I grinned and curled my fingers through his hair, pulling him down to kiss me. “That is preferable…”
His phone started ringing and I let out an exasperated sigh.
“Hold that thought,” He said reaching onto the coffee table for his phone. He read it quickly, smirked and typed his reply.
“Who was that?” I asked as he rolled us over.
He shrugged and sat up so I was straddling his waist, “Some of the guys just wanted to go out.”
I nodded, “And what did you tell them?”
He smirked, “That you were at home, naked on a monopoly board, and I just couldn’t give that up.”
“I’m not naked...” I laughed.
“You will be soon,”

[getting this set+story to work was an EPIC effort so i hope you appreciate it ;)]
 
sunday;
 
millie;
 
As Jake and I stepped out of the cab, countless camera flashes went off. I blinked, trying to adjust to the lights. Jake put his hand on the small of my back and guided me past the bevy of photographers. I resisted the urge to rub my eyes, still temporarily blinded. As we headed inside, the tent was full of both A-listers and those annoying D-listers that always turned up to every event with free goody bags. I smiled politely and attempted to made small talk with the people who only seemed to be interested in me because I had a name that was famous in the society pages.
We found our seats in the front row and sat down, waiting for the show to start. I yawned heavily and put a hand over my mouth. All afternoon I had been excited to come, but now I was here, all I wanted to do was be back in bed. But the designer was Benjamin’s flavour of the month, so I was determined to make the most of the front row seats.
“Thank you for coming with me, I know this isn’t your scene,” I sighed.
Jake shook his head, rubbing my back lightly “It’s fine, I still owe you remember?”
I smirked, browsing through my gift bag quickly before setting it back down at my feet, “You’re getting dangerously close to being too good for me Mr. Cole,”
“Never,” He replied as he watched me yawn again. “Do you wanna go home?” He asked as he rested his hand on my leg.
I shook my head. “Nope. I’m good. Why? Are you sick of me already?”
He didn’t reply, his eyes scanning the along the rest of the front row.
I nudged Jake’s side gently. “You okay?”
“Hmm?”
I sighed, “You seem out of it,”
He shook his head as the lights dimmed, “Just thought I recognized someone,”
I perked up a little, “Oh,” I said, waiting for him to continue.
“One night stand,” He specified.
My body went rigid, “…Should we leave?”
He shook his head. “It’s fine, I’m sure we can all be civilized just don’t make any sudden movements.”
I smirked, “Where is she?”
He stared at me for a second and then sighed, “About five seats down,”
I looked down the row to see a blonde with legs for miles glaring back at me.
“She doesn’t compare to you. At all.” He whispered into my ear.
I tilted my head to the side, “She’s very blonde…and tall-“
“I never noticed,” Jake replied as he looked over at me and c.cked his eyebrow, “And I repeat, she doesn’t compare to you.”
“Then why did you sleep with her?” I asked. A few of the people around us told us to be quiet; I shot them a glare and turned back to Jake.
He shrugged. “Entertainment. Not that she was entertaining in the slightest. I think I was just trying to distract myself so I didn’t think about you all the time. It didn’t work.”
I looked down and bit my lip.
“Wait... are you jealous?”
“I just hadn’t thought about it before…And she’s still staring,” I murmured.
“Let her stare,” He replied as he grabbed my face, kissing me with urgency, oblivious to the people around us.
I pulled away just as the lights in the tent came back on. The designer took his bow and everyone started getting up out of their seats, eager to get the first cabs.
“It’s been like a year and it was only one night, you think she’d be over it by now...” I breathed as I pulled away.
Jake sighed. “Some people just like to make life hard for themselves.”
I nodded as someone pushed rudely past my knee, “Sl.t” She said followed by a fit of giggles from her posse of skelators.
“Well that was civilized,” I said dryly as I narrowed my eyes, “She just called me a sl.t.”
Jake shrugged, “Yeah, but you’re my sl.t girlfriend, so it’s okay.”
I punched his arm and stood up.
“Okay. I’m sorry. Girlfriend is a harsh word.”
I rolled my eyes, my face suddenly turning serious “Wait…girlfriend.”
He nodded, “Yeah well…I just assumed-“
I smiled a little, “We’ll see how your behavior is for the rest of the night,”
“With you in that dress, I think it’s safe to assume that it won’t be good…”
I rolled my eyes, “And to think I was actually going to let you unwrap your present,”
“A present huh?” He smirked at me.
I nodded and discretely pulled the strap of my dress to the side so he could see the lacey Elle Macpherson bra I was wearing underneath, “Well...Elle is your present,”
Jake bit his lip and slid his arm around my waist, “Sorry Beautiful, but I like it better when Elle isn’t around.”

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friday;
 
millie;
 
“Allegra Millicent Brandt, get off your a.s and get in the shower.”
“Go away Ben it’s my day off,” I muttered into my pillow, trying to drown out the sound of his voice in my ear.
He pulled the pillow off of my head, “Actually it’s almost four and hair and makeup will be here in twenty-“
“Wait, what?”
“NYLON party,”
I sat up and rubbed my eyes.
“You forgot didn’t you?”
I nodded, “It might have slipped my mind-“
He shook his head, “Well get up, you can’t miss this party. What are you wearing?”
I shook my head, “I don’t know, pick me something-“
“Fine,” He replied as he headed into my second bedroom which was converted into a wardrobe.
There was a knock at the door and I groaned, swinging my legs out of bed. I ran my fingers through my hair quickly, not bothering to throw on any clothes in my still-sleepy state, dressed only in my La Perla underwear and an over sized shirt.
“They’re early,” I yelled to alert Ben as I opened the door a crack to see two delivery men standing there. "Um...hello?"
“Allegra Brandt?" One asked.
"Yeah?"
"We have a delivery for you.”
I sighed and glanced at Ben over my shoulder who was shrugging his shoulders. I held my hand out for the pen, “I’ll sign for it,”
“You uh...” He looked down for a second, grinning. "You might want to let us bring them in."
“Bring what in?" I opened the door wider and they pushed past, their hands full of boxes of white roses. "Oh my god," I muttered as I turned back to Ben, “What the hell did you do?” I asked him as I watched the delivery guys make multiple trips to get them all inside.
He shook his head, “It wasn’t me-“
"Is it your birthday, or did some guy do something he has to make up for?" One of the delivery guys asked.
I stared at him for a second, it definitely wasn’t my birthday; “I think…the latter,” I admitted.
He nodded, "Someone misses you a lot then,"
"Thanks," I replied, not knowing what else to say.
"This must have cost like a thousand or so dollars... These are shipped from overseas," He added.
“A thou-thousand dollars?” I repeated, my mouth hanging open. “Holy sh-“
“How many boxes are there exactly?” Ben piped up.
The other guy put the last box on my coffee table. "Ninety-nine of them."
 
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Fashion Week had come and gone in a marathon of shows, photos, and endless cabs, and as much as I'd enjoyed it, I was glad it was over. My life could finally return to some sort of normalcy. As soon as this party was over.
I stood beside Ben and fidgeted with my clutch, contributing the occasional comment just to keep the group around me happy.
I felt a hand rest lightly on my lower back. “Do you mind if I steal Millie away for a moment?”
Ben looked up at me with a wicked glint in his eye, “Steal away,”
I glared at him as Jake pulled me over to somewhere quieter. I wondered why he was even here; this was quite literally the last place I’d ever expected to find him. I was sure he found the whole thing completely pedantic.
“I’m not talking to you,” I said as I crossed my arms over my chest.
“Because I never called?” He asked as he came to stand in front of me.
“It’s been two weeks Jake. “
“I know...I’m-“
“Wait, let me gues...sorry?”
He nodded, “Yeah, I am sorry. But do you know what I’m not sorry about?”
I shrugged my shoulders dramatically and he continued.
“I’m not sorry that I went and got this tux out of storage, or quit smoking, or that I had to bribe my mother to get me into this party, which if you ask me I find this whole thing to be totally pedantic …all at the hope that you would give me five minutes to explain why I’ve been such an a.shole lately and then make it up to you.”
“Fine,” I sighed. “Wait…you quit smoking?”
“I did,” He nodded, “Look can I do something, buy you a drink? Anything?”
I looked up at him and smiled, “The drinks are free,”
“Okay, public humiliation is that what you want from me? Do you want me to publicly humiliate myself?”
“Tempting,” I replied, trying not to smile. “But no,”
“Do you want me to take you home?" He suggested, practically reading my mind.
"No," I shook my head softly.”I think we should stay, that tux is too nice to waste,”
He smirked, “You would know, you picked it out for me.”
“Well I have excellent taste,” I replied as I grabbed a glass of champagne off a passing tray.
“It’s true, you do,”
“In clothes, not men.” I specified.
“I’ll take what I can get,” He shrugged, “You look beautiful by the way,”
I ran my fingers through my hair and took a sip of my drink, "There are a lot of beautiful people here," I murmured.
He wrapped his arm around my waist, holding me tightly against him. "None of them come close to you."
Instead of rolling my eyes as I usually would at his corniness, I pulled his face down to me and planted a kiss on his lips, much to his surprise.
"Oh, did I say something right that time?" He grinned, clearly happy with himself.
“That was for the flowers,”
“You figured it out,” He smiled.
“You never did things like that when we were dating,” I replied as I bit my lip and reached down, holding onto his hand tightly not wanting him to get away.
“Do you want me to stop?” He asked as he went to pull away.
“No,” I replied, "Don't let go," I whispered.
He squeezed my hand in confirmation, staying by my side. “Do you want to go get fresh air?" He asked after a while, letting out a deep breath.
"Could you please just-..." I sighed, wrapping my arms around his neck and kissing him, knowing that I'd missed this. I'd miss spontaneity, closeness, the way his hands made me feel. “-Take me home?”
 
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I closed the door behind me and unzipped my dress, slipping back into my comfortable clothes. I was ready to curl up and go straight to bed as soon as I was done. I sat down cross legged on the floor and arranged the flowers into vases in the living room; it was like I was living in a rose garden.
There was a knock at the door and I pulled it open to find Jake standing there, one hand behind his back.
“Miss me already?” I c.cked my eyebrow at him, “You just dropped me home like 20 minutes ago,”
He grinned sliding his hidden hand out to reveal that he was holding a single rose. The hundredth one.
“Wow you are unbelievably cheese ball,” I smirked at him as I took it.
“Or romantic, depending on which way you look at it,” He grinned, “And I had the feeling that you’d go crazy with there being an uneven number,”
“I kinda was,” I admitted.
He smiled, his eyes dropping to the floor before looking back up, “So I’ll see you around then?” He asked hesitantly.
I leant against the doorframe, “You know it would take something pretty damn impressive to top this.” I said before standing on my tippy toes and wrapping my arms around his neck, kissing him deeply.
He walked me backwards into the living room. “Now THIS is impressive," He replied, looking around to see my handiwork.
“It was your bright idea,” I smirked at him.
He nodded and slid his arms around my waist, tilting his head towards the roses, "So, I did okay then?"
“Way, way better than okay,” I replied as I pushed him down on the couch underneath me and kissed him, his hands running up my legs as I almost ripped his shirt, trying to get it off.
"Wow, calm down,” He laughed, but he was clearly enjoying the attention he was giving him.
"This situation should be reversed," I said, dwelling on that thought. “You still owe me,”
He grabbed me and flipped me onto my back. "I'm happy to oblige,"