``AND THE TROUBLE STARTS NOW --- open!

[DAMIEN GERARD GREY]

Damien sat in his lecture staring of into space, he wasn’t usually the type to let his thoughts wander but he was a business major and it was very boring when you knew almost everything to make a good business, being brought up by two career orientated parents who both owned businesses meant that Damien had learnt from a young age all he would ever really need to know. The only reason he was doing the course was because the alternative was working with his father, Damien would rather do anything in the world then work along side his father, secretly he was hoping the old man would pop his clogs in the next year so Damien would inherit everything, but it wasn’t likely, his father was as fit as a fiddle.

Looking at his watch he smiled, it was time to leave; Damien didn’t much care that the lecturer was still talking he grabbed his books and walked out of the hall. Cool air hit him as he went outside and he smiled as he spotted his driver waiting next to the black Bentley, he started to head over but before he could get within a metre of the car he felt a hand pull on his, turning his around, before he knew it a pair of lips were on his, going with the flow Damien carried on with the kiss until she pulled away. Stacey Andrews was the girls name, a twenty year old drama major and Damien’s girl of the month, not saying a word Damien pulled her into the Bentley and gestured to the driver to have the screen Damien had requested shut and to drive around for a while.

An hour and a half later Damien’s driver pulled over next to a block of apartments were the girl lived, they said there goodbye at the door and Damien played the sweet caring lover kissing her goodbye. He watched as she walked inside and then he turned to head back to the car, as he did he walked right into someone, Damien was about to snap at them for getting In his way when he actually looked at the person in front of him, a woman, no more then twenty three and gorgeous was standing in front of him not looking to impressed, time for Damien to work his magic, “I’m so sorry” he said giving a nice smile to the girl.

notes;; cliche bumping into you thread but they are always the best.

[SILVER ISOLDE REED]

just set them up

to knock them down

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Chewing with increasing vigour on the tip of the pencil between her teeth, frustratingly her eyes scanned the pages of the book emptily, unable to see just what required her attention. Ever closer to the stage where irritation threatened to become something ugly, Silver Reed tossed the pencil to the side in annoyance, finding no satisfaction with the lifeless sound it made as it clashed against the floor, not that she’d expected to find any in that. Through squinted eyes she gave a look that was quite shocking given the delicacy of her features, an expression stunningly loathsome for her, burning a hole through ‘The Picture of Dorian Gray’ without remorse. For a Dramatic Literature student, the woman really did show an impressive lack of enthusiasm. To an outsider, as she lay sprawled over the covers of her bed, Silver may have looked like the stereotypical student: lazy, unwilling to work and, most importantly, looking for anything to pass the time. The latter had some truth to it, as she toyed absently with her phone, prodding lazily at the keys as she checked her facebook. Even so, there was a permanent frown etched upon her rosy lips, disconcerted at her own need to do anything but actual work. It was very unlike the blonde, who idolised herself on her punctuation on all things educatory. Silver was away that a lot of freshman paid little attention to their first year, but she could only find satisfaction in doing everything. Likely much to the chagrin of her peers, it just couldn’t be denied that English import was flawlessly prompt.

On a good day at least. Impulsively she rolled off her bed, raiding the tightly squashed corner where she’d attempted to squash countless pairs of shoes into the confines of a dorm room (how she thought a dorm would ever accommodate all her belongings was still beyond her understanding) and slipping the heels over her feet before standing with a flourish, grabbing her bag and walking out of the door. Oddly enough, Silver surprisingly found, as she stepped out into the corridors of her building, that leaving that book behind compelled freedom rather than worry she’d never get it done. With every step the story of the flawless Dorian Gray and his harrowing secret faded deliciously from her mind and with a sigh Silver practically glided down a series of steps until she reached the campus itself. An almost uptight expression smirked onto her expression as she walked past a series of students reading, her mind gloating the fact they were stuck reading whereas she was as free as a student could ever be. Immaturely she actually laughed under her breath at those around her ‘misfortune’, mind running ahead of her with now plans to go into town and go shopping, see a movie, anything that didn’t have the word Oscar or Wilde attached.

Saying that her eyes were unable to comprehend that there was in fact a person walking towards her was more a fact than speculation. The blonde had the unfortunate knack to daydream when finalising what some might effectively call a plan, wherein the actual world hazed to become dangerously irrelevant. It left Silver to effectively be utterly prone to all sorts of dangers. For example, being shocked back to the reality of the campus by walking square into a figure much taller herself. His voice was as smooth as silk, filled entirely with the sort of allure that drove a bee to honey. Not to mention that smile, flawless to points where it was as though she were in the company of a male model. So why was it her jaw slacked into a point of disbelief, brow furrowed in equal astonishment that anyone, least this man should try to charm her? “Damien!” The scolding of familiarisation pierced the air, and Silver cocked her head to the side as she clicked her fingers evidently in front of the man face. “There is something so wrong with this situation!” she exclaimed, arching an eyebrow as if to reprimand. “One. The fact I’m your longstanding friend and two, the evident lack of female interest.” Shaking her head, Silver continued, “Honestly, did Stacey drive you home so much you’ve gone temporarily amnesiac? In case you’re wondering how I know, she updated her facebook about an hour ago. She enjoyed herself, if you actually care.” Oh Silver was very much aware of Damien’s womanising antics, god knows the amount of times he’d sent her home in a cab rather than offered her a lift purely because he’d pulled a girl off the dance floor and into those dashingly toned arms. Really she’d of been insulted if not for the fact he always seemed to make it up to her. “For once I know who you’re hitting; usually I have no idea where you’ve been,” eyes rolled in their sockets, it was a long standing jokes that anything with breasts, long legs and something close to attractiveness Damien was all over like, well, a dog. Silver? Apparently friendship saved her, slotting her into that rare female club wherein she’d escaped being added to what she reckoned to be a very countless list of conquests.

*count: 800ish , *tag: damien , *note: enter his trusty sidekick (;
*wearing: this right here!

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[DAMIEN GERARD GREY]

Damien frowned as he heard his name spoken with a tone of scolding he looked properly at who he had been talking to and he did a double take it was Silver, a women that Damien only thought of as a friend, not something that occured often but with Silver it so happened that getting her into bed was something that he didn;t want to do. Well when he said didn't he meant that he vauled their friendship over having sex with her. He grinned and stepped back half a step from her and turned his smile from charming to friendly, "What are you talking about lack of female interest?" he scoff'd "There is no use denying in Silver you just want something you can't have" he said smirking and gesturing to himself, he was joking of course and his smile turned to a grin. Damien was far to arrogant for his own good but Silver knew that by now, if she didn't she wasn't as smart as Damien believed her to be.

He grimaced a little when she mentioned Stacey and her facebook status, as much as Damien loved the a world were he could communicate with someone in seconds it did make life difficult when he was managing several girls at one time, eventually one mentioned him in their status and the others all found out. Lucky for Damien Stacey knew he wasn't the commited type so she didn't care that he was seeing other girls, however Annabelle had no idea that she was one of three girls at the moment and when she was Staceys status later it wasn't going to be a pretty "break up" for Damien to have to go through.

"I am very well aware that she enjoyed herself, i was there after all" he said pulling a face like he was remembering something very enjoyable. “For once I know who you’re hitting; usually I have no idea where you’ve been," Damien rolled his eyes at this comment as well, to be honest he couldn't remember most of the girls he was with, he tended to go with pet name such as sugar or honey they sounded enderaing but really it was because he had no idea what else to call her. "Well my social life is very busy, sometimes i don't even know who i'm hitting" he shrugged "So far this year i have accidentally clashed two dates with girls in the same place at the same time, it got very messy, food was thrown" he chuckled to himself and then looked at Silver "Shouldn't you like be working or something, students normally do that, right?" Damien of course was a student but growing up with two high powered business parents meant that he knew pretty much all there was to know about business so he rarley studied the subject he was taking. "Headed any where nice?" he asked finally, she looked nicely dressed, as always of course but he wondered if she was headed anywhere where drinks were involved.

notess;; Jesus Christ! you are an amazing writer.