i'm gonna pick up the pieces and build a lego house.

king and lionheart//of monsters and men
 
***
 
After the show last night, we all headed to some after party at some big shot producer's house. The place was packed with artists, directors, actors, and whoever else was famous in the UK. I spent most of the night chatting with whoever was around. Hunt was busy networking with producers. I met some pretty interesting people, and some of them I even made plans to meet with again. House parties weren't usually my scene, but I had some fun.
 
Hunt, Seb, Dean, Dan, Patrick, and I were wandering through the street of London this morning. The boys were so much fun, well except for Seb who was constantly glaring at me and saying snark comments. He was just upset I told him off last night.
 
We were now in St. James Square sitting in the grass, Dan and Hunt strumming the guitars they brought along. They were singing a song I had heard before, but wasn't all too familiar with.
 
New slang when you notice the stripes, the dirt in your fries.
Hope it's right when you die, old and bony.
Dawn breaks like a bull through the hall,
Never should have called.
 
"Alice," Dean piped up in between the drags of his cigarette, "Why don't you show us some of your moves?"
 
I shook me head, burying it in my hands. "No, no, no, no, no," I repeated.
 
Continuing to sing, Hunter nudged my foot. His face was earnest, wanting to see me dance as well since he'd never seen me dance. His eyebrows furrowed together and his lips pursed together.
 
I rolled my eyes, stood up, and pushed my flats off. Letting the strings of Hunt's guitar lead me, I fouetted countless times. My hair was in my face as I spun, but I didn't care. I kept going and going and going. Then, I felt my foot go from under me.
 
My a.s hit the grass in full force. The boys were laughing hysterically, even Hunt and Dan stopped playing guitar because they were so distracted. My face exploded red from my embarrassment. Hunt pulled me into his lap, kissing my hair fervently. His arms wrapped around me tightly, pressing my back to his chest.
 
"Who did that?!" I interrogated.
 
The boys were silent, looking at one another.
 
"So no one's going to fess up," I said raising an eyebrow.
 
Seb raised his hand, signalling he was the culprit. "I did it," he said smugly.
 
My eyes rolled so far up I thought they were going to get stuck. "Of course you did," I mumbled.
 
Dan began to strum his guitar once more, and Hunter murmured the lyrics to the song. I shut my eyes and listened.
 
---
 
Hunt and I were able to escape the crazy boys for the rest of the evening. He had taken me to some sort of a fancy restaurant for dinner. I chose to have ahi tuna, and it was fantastic. We talked about the show the night before, the boys, and absolutely anything that popped into our minds. He was the only person I knew, besides maybe Effie and Milly, who I could talk with for hours about nothing.
 
We were now back at his flat, watching The Inbetweeners on E4. I was cuddled up under his arm with a blanket wrapped around me. He was rubbing circles on my arm with his thub, which always made me feel safe and calm.
 
.... to be finished(:

man on fire//edward sharpe & the magnetic zeros
gold on the ceiling//the black keys
 
***
 
Tonight was my one night off, and Hunt was taking me to a show. However, it wasn't his. For some reason he didn't feel the need to invite to one. I guess there was some strange reason behind it. But, it didn't matter because I was finally having a proper date with him.
 
"Alice," he said breaking my train of thought, "You alright, love?"
 
I nodded. "Yeah, of course," I said, "Just thinking."
 
His eyes were locked on the winding road in front of us, but his eyebrows rose. "What about?"
 
I buried my face into my shoulder, smiling to myself. "I was just wondering why I've never been invited to one of your gigs," I said weakly.
 
His fingers grazed mine, but I wouldn't look up at him. My face was burning red, and for some reason I had no idea why. "Because if you come, I think I might forget all the words and how to even play a guitar," he laughed.
 
"I would distract you that much," I laughed, emphasizing the that.
 
He tightened his grip. "Of course you would. I mean, I would want to do so good for you that I would crack," he smiled.
 
"Well, it wouldn't matter if you were amazing or you sucked, because I would still have fun," I giggled.
 
We sat in silence for the rest of the drive, holding hands. The ability to casually chat wasn't one of my God given talents. I didn't have enough experience in school to know how to hold a general conversation with someone, even if it was someone very close to me. For instance, my sister Juliet and I don't talk much. She is the complete opposite of me, a total social butterfly. She has lots of mates and boyfriends. Plus, she pretty much hates ballet.
 
"What show are we going to?" I asked absentmindedly.
 
"You'll see," he smiled.
 
I rolled my eyes. "Wanker," I giggled.
 
---
 
Lights were flashing in my face, people yelling my name. They were asking me for a smile, who I was wearing, and if I was with Hunt. Girls were screaming, reaching their arms out for Hunt. My thought process was in a blur. I didn't know what to do, all I was able to feel was Hunt tugging me inside by the waist.
 
We were what seemed to be backstage. Loads of tall strong men in black were strutting around, talking into walkie talkies to one another. Hunter was still pulling me by the waist through the narrow hallways. I nudged my head into the crook between his shoulder and neck.
 
He reached his free arm out to the door at the end of the hallway. His fingers clasped the handle and pushed the door open. A group of guys were lounging on sofas, drinking their beers and playing on instruments.
 
"Hey, mates," Hunt said releasing his grasp on me to embrace his mates.
 
I stood there watching him chat it up with the boys. He had a smile on his face I hadn't seen before. He was genuinely enjoying himself with them, talking about music and whatever boys talk about.
 
"Oh, Alice," he said looking back at me, "These blokes are Seb and Dean."
 
He motioned over to a very attractive yet scruffy boy with a cig dangling between his lips and another with shoulder length hair. I looked at them more closely because I'd heard those names before. "Oh, your bandmates," I said chirpily.
 
"She's fitter in person, mate," the scruffy one piped up.
 
The others in the room nodded in agreement. I felt my face heat up again once more. I was starting to regret wearing a dress, because my bare legs were making me feel uncomfortable.
 
"And this is Dan and Patrick," Hunt said ignoring the scruffy one's comment, "They're performing tonight."
 
"It's nice to meet you," the blonde one said, "I'm Dan by the way." Dan was American.
 
"It's nice to meet you as well," I smiled.
 
Hunter fetched me a beer and we sat in an empty sofa. He was talking to the boys about some party after the show. I wasn't really interested in the conversation since partying wasn't my scene. I kinda just sat there, absentmindedly playing with the hem of my dress. Once again, my God given talent of being socially inept was coming in handy.
 
"So, Alice," the long hair boy said, "How come you're never around? Like, I mean, how come Hunter's never introduced us to his girlfriend?"
 
My giggle reflex kicked in. "Well, I'm super busy right now. I'm in school, I work, and I dance in a company in Cambridge," I said without any eye contact.
 
"You dance,"he inquired, "Like what kind of dance?"
 
"She's a ballerina," Hunt piped in, taking my empy hand.
 
"Ballet," the scruffy one gawked.
 
I nodded. "Yep, for seventeen years," I said.
 
"You must be the sh.t then," Dan said.
 
I bit my lip, not really knowing what to say. Hunter got my awkward vibe and decided to say something about music, changing the subject. He took my hand, drawing circles into my palm.
 
---
 
Hunt, Seb, Dean, and I were in the back of the venue at the bar up in the balcony. There's were loads of very important people of here with us. Singers, actors, producers, etc. Apparently Dan and Patrick were a part of this very popular band called the Black Keys. The floor below was packed with people, each and every one inching their way as close to the stage as possible.
 
Dan and Seb were exactly quite fantastic. I wasn't quite sure why I hadn't heard of them before, well maybe it was because of my lack of free time. I definitely needed to get out more.
 
I was resting against the balcony edge with a vodka in my hands. I was enjoying their performance, and I was the only one who seemed remotely interested up here.
 
Down in the waves
She screams again
Roar at the door
My mind can’t take much more
I could never drown in
 
A hand pressed against the small of my back and a pair of lips grazed my ear. "How are you enjoying yourself?" Hunter whispered.
 
"I'm having a wonderful time," I whispered back, wrapping my arms around his waist.
 
"I'm glad," he smiled, "But sorry about being m.i.a. for the majority of the night. There's just a ton a music people here I didn't know were going to be here."
 
"It's alright," I said rubbing his back, "I'm just happy you brought me along."
 
His lips curled up into a smile and his green eyes glistened against the lights. Sometimes I wondered how Hunter was into me. He pressed his lips against my forehead, taking in the strawberry scent of my hair.
 

They wanna get my…
They wanna get my
Gold on the ceiling
I ain’t blind
Just a matter of time
Before you steal it
It’s alright
Ain’t no guard in my house
 
"Hunter," someone yelled from behind us.
 
He rolled his eyes, causing me to giggle. "I have to go take care of stuff," he smiled. His lips quickly pressed against mine before he ran off.
 
"What's up good lookin," the scruffy one, Seb, said from behind me.
 
I turned back around the face the stage and rolled my eyes. Was he seriously going to hit on me? I mean, I was flattered that a guy would think I was fit, but I am sorta with Hunt. Sorta.
 
"Oh, c'mon," he said getting closer, "Don't play hard to get."
 
I swallowed hard. "I'm not," I said simply, "because I'm already taken."
 
He slid his hand onto the small of my back. "You know as I good as I do that Hunt is only in it for the shag. That's all he's ever in for," he said darkly.
 
I jerked back from his touch and furrowed my brows together. "I can guarantee that isn't the case," I insisted.
 
"I doubt that," he hissed into my ear.
 
I turned to face him, not fully thinking through what I was about to say. "Well, I'm a virgin so suck my d.ck you wanker," I spat at him.
 
He looked at my dumbfounded. Saying nothing, he walked off.
 
I couldn't believe what I had just said. Nothing that vulgar had ever come out of my mouth. Ever. He was just driving me crazy, thinking he could try and hit on me. He didn't know me, and he didn't know my somewhat relationship with Hunt. I just wanted him to leave me alone.
 
At that moment, Hunt walked over with a cute smug smile on face, wrapping his arms around me once more. "Everything alright?" he asked curiously.
 
"Everything's perfect," I said lying, placing a kiss lightly on his lips.
 
xx, alice.

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can't help falling in love with you//ingrid michaelson
skin, warming skin//lauren gibson
we are stars//the pierces
 
***
 
The shop was packed, but was slowly becoming the usual affair here since Hunt came for a visit those short three weeks ago. Girls were coming up to me on a regular basis and begging me to dish on everything I've done with Hunt, which wasn't much I might add.
 
He and I have been mostly chatting on the phone to one another at ghastly hours of the night, simply because that's the only time we have for each other right now. We're not in some sort of exclusive relationship or we have by no means defined our relationship. We chat.
 
The times have I seen Hunt were pretty sparing. We went to the pub, and at that point I was still on the verge of hating him. We were in London together, where I wanted to break things off. Our time together wasn't exactly lovey-dovey. Plus, we've only kissed twice.
 
We were somewhere between best mates and exclusive relationship.
 
"Alice," someone said snapping me back into reality.
 
I turned to see Juli, the new girl, standing in front of me with a rack stuffed with clothes. "Um, Celia told me these had to be returned to the floor. So, I just restock it basically," she asked lightly, looking as ditsy as ever.
 
I nodded. "Yeah, that's what she meant," I said with an undertone of annoyance.
 
As she walked off, I found myself wondering how she needed to come all the way back to the changing rooms where I was working to ask me that. Could she have not just asked Cel herself? Oh, I don't know.
 
Girls were coming in and out of the changing rooms at lightning speed today. I was being thrown unwanted clothing left and right. Not to mention, I was asked countless times to retrieve dresses and tops in other sizes.
 
I was not a fan of working the changing rooms.
 
" 'Scuse me, miss," an older woman asked from the third changing room, "Is there any chance you could retrieve this in a six?"
 
"No problem," I said chirpily.
 
I went out to the floor and snagged the little pink skater dress that was extremely to young for her in a six, which I personally thought was going to be too small considering the eight looked fine on her. Whatever, it's not my job to be fashion police.
 
"Here 'ya go," I said handing her the tiny dress.
 
I just wanted today to be over, but unfortunately I have dance. Meaning, I was going to have to face more practice. Duke was a wonderful partner and we were doing well together, but I was still having trouble with my Odile routines. My technique isn't there yet and it's beginning to frustrate me.
 
The only thing getting me through the day was the idea of Friends reruns, Chinese take-out, and Fizzy.
 
---
 
The delicious food in the plastic bag was practically screaming for me to devour it. I was going to do just that in a few short moments. Eating all of this sh.t food was probably the reason for my large ballet frame, but I could really care less at this point.
 
As I was walking up to my building, I noticed a figure standing against the wall near the door. My body tensed up. Ever since I was little, these situations always scared the crap out of me because I'm one of those people who automatically resorts to the worst case scenario. In this case, I would be kidnapped, raped, and most likely thrown in the Thames to drown. Yay for imagination.
 
I got closer, realizing that the figure wasn't a rapist, but was just Hunt. Why couldn't he be normal and phone me to tell me he was stopping in for a visit?
 
"I would've gotten a whole lot more food if I knew you waiting by my doorstep," I laughed giving him a tight embrace.
 
He smelled of smoke and peppermint.
 
"Sorry," he laughed, "I brought you some things if that makes up for it." He held out a little pink polka dot gift bag with matching pink tissue paper.
 
"You got me a gift," I squealed as I walked into the building, "You didn't have to do that."
 
"You're the Swan Princess now, so a gift was definitely in order," he laughed, following me up the stairs.
 
I rolled my eyes and continued walking. I could feel his eyes on me. His feet right behind mine.
 
We stepped inside, me putting my take-out down and him placing the gift bag in front of me.
 
"Open it," he said with a smug smile.
 
I peek inside and look back at him. I wasn't sure if I wanted to know what was inside. I finally get the courage to stick my hand into the bag. I pull out a book with a kelly green design on the binding. The title was not present on the cover, so I flipped it to the first page. It was my favourite book, Emma by Jane Austen.
 
My bottom lip was pressed between my teeth. "Where did you find this volume? I've never seen it before," I said curiously.
 
A smile crept onto his face. "Just keep going," he said.
 
My hand returned to the inside of the bag to pull out Yorkshire tea bags, An Education, Lula magazine, a thin green box of an assortment of Laduree macaroons, and a delicate gold necklace with a pearl pendant.
 
He'd gotten me all of my favourite things.
 
I glanced up at him from across the table. He had a huge grin plastered on his face, knowing he did a good job. "Thank you so much," I smiled.
 
"Only everything for the Swan Princess," he said.
 
My feet brought to him, where our arms reached for a tight and never ending embrace. His arms gracefully snagged around my waist, pulling me into him.
 
---
 
We were lying on the sofa watching Friends reruns on T4. My feet were perked up on Hunt's lap while I was blissfully enjoying my take-out. Fizzy was on the opposite side of Hunt, where she was getting a wonderful back rub.
 
"You know, I was having a pretty terrible day until know," I managed to say with a mouth full of food.
 
His laughed filled the room. "That was the plan. To be your knight in shining armour," he smiled.
 
"Every Swan Princess needs a Swan Prince, y'know," I laughed.
 
"That's where I come in," he laughed, tickling my bare feet.
 
Giggles escaped my lips. "Stop, stop," I laughed.
 
He smiled and ceased fire.
 
Even though we weren't wrapped in one another's arms engulfed in each others kisses, I was as happy as ever. I didn't need to be over sexual with Hunt, because he understood that wasn't me. Spending time with him, no matter how and when, was all that mattered.
 
xx, alice

between two lungs//florence + the machine
salt skin//ellie goulding
 
***
 
Today was the big day. The day Clarissa announces the leads for the winter performance. I was checking people out at the till, simply going through the motions with a fake smile plastered on my lips. I was just so anxious. I wanted to know now so my body could relax. All of this needed to stop, because I wasn't sure how much longer my body could take it.
 
"Is something up, Alice," Celia asked while pressing buttons on her till.
 
"She announces the leads today," I said anxiously.
 
Celia rolled her eyes while passing change to her customer. "Alice, you seriously need to stop worrying about it because you're a brilliant dancer. I've seen you myself," she said.
 
"Thanks, Cel. To be honest, I really just want to get it over with and find out already," I said releasing a large breath.
 
Once the line slowed, I went to the back to grab my bag. Looking around, I sat down at the break table and took in a long, deep breath. There's no need for me to feel this nervous, I said to myself. I'm a good dancer, just as good as Milly, I thought.
 
I deserve it.
 
---
 
My pace slowed as the studio came into vision. There was a reflex occurring subconsciously, as if my body didn't want me to go in. But I had to. I had to know.
 
I opened the door to the studio and everyone was crowded around the list taped to the back mirror. My feet pushed me slowly to the back of the room. The room was getting bigger, my feet couldn't bring me to the list.
 
"Alice!" Milly said running towards me, engulfing me in her long thin arms, "I am so happy for you! You completely deserve it! You're going to do absolutely brilliant!"
 
I pushed my body back from hers. "You mean I got it?" I whispered.
 
"Of course you got it, Alice! I knew you would, because you're one of the most graceful dancers in the company. You're going to make the perfect swan, Alice!" she said rapidly.
 
I pushed my way up to the list, reading the first line.
 
'Odette/Odile - Alice Britton'
 
"Holy f.ck," I whispered.
 
"Congrats, Alice," I heard everyone say around me.
 
I couldn't believe it. I seriously thought that Clarissa was going to choose Milly. My dancing was nothing compared to hers. It made no sense to me.
 
"Alice, congrats!" Duke said picking me up and twirling me around, "I knew you'd land it! Now we get to be partners!"
 
"You got Prince Siegfried, Duke," I asked excited.
 
"Yep," I said twirling me around once more.
 
Clarissa clapped her hands, signaling for class to begin. We walked over and stood along the barre, practicing our usual exercises.
 
"Plie," Clarissa said.
 
"Tendu."
 
"Ron de Jambe."
 
"Developpe."
 
"Frappe."
 
"Petit Battement."
 
"Grand Battement."
 
She repeated these for about the next thirty minutes, which is usual for class. Barre exercises helped calm me greatly. It was a routine, the same movements every time. Clarissa didn't need to speak, for everyone in the room had heard the order hundreds of times.
 
"Alice, stand in the corner of the room," Clarissa said, "and Duke in the other."
 
We followed her orders. I stood ready to dance as I had anticipated she would ask.
 
"I need you, Alice, to evoke Odile. But, I want you to dance like it's your last. I want to feel it, Alice," she said motioning with her delicate hands.
 
I nodded.
 
My feet were gliding across the floor, but in the usual way. They were moving quickly and harshly in allegro. Twirling out of anger and spite. My arms were reaching and reaching for Duke. I lusted him. He was mine. My eyes tightened as I stared at him. Breaking my stare, I fouetted rapidly. Holding my arms tightly, I spun and spun and spun. I stepped forward, performing a grand jete and falling into Duke's arms. The expression on my face torn.
 
I was becoming Odile.
 
Clarissa clapped her hands. "Good, good. But when you begin, I want you to hold your arms in third position."
 
I stepped back from Duke. He whispered, "You're doing wonderful."
 
I smiled wide while walking back over to the opposite end of the room. I help my arms as Clarissa wished, and repeated the strong emotion and ferocity I had displayed just moments before.
 
Class went on. Duke and I practicing most of our choreography in the back studio room, trying to work on our chemistry. Chemistry wasn't hard for us thought, since we've been close mates for ages. We were mostly practicing my Odile scenes, for Odile was going to be the most challenging part for me. I wasn't a evil and conniving person.
 
As we were walking back into the main studio, Duke wrapped his arm around me tightly. "You're doing brilliant, Alice," he whispered.
 
I was still untying my pointe shoes when the studio was empty, except for Clarissa. I stood up, placed my pointe shoes in my bag, and walked over to Clarissa.
 
"Can I ask you a question," I said weakly.
 
"Why yes of course, Alice," she said with a smile across her lips.
 
"Why did you choose me?" I said.
 
Clarissa smiled even wider, placing her hands on my shoulders. "Oh, Alice. I knew you'd be a beautiful Odette, but an even more beautiful Odile. You know why? Because you're the most passionate dance here, Alice. Whenever you lift those graceful feet of yours, you become a different person. A girl who feels each step. I want the audience to feel every moment in this performance, and I just knew that you'd be able to make them feel it."
 
---
 
I fell onto my bed, with Fizzy wrapped in my arms. All of this anxiety for the past few weeks has drained me. All I wanted to do was sleep. Sleep for eternity.
 
I grabbed my mobile and phoned the one person who didn't know, and needed to.
 
"Ello, sweet cheeks," he said groggily.
 
"Did I wake you," I giggled.
 
"Uh, yeah," he said hesitantly.
 
"Well, sorry 'bout that," I giggled.
 
He paused before speaking, "You woke me up from my deep, wonderful sleep because..."
 
"I got it," I said simply with a wide grin.
 
"I told you, Alice," he practically shouted in excitement, "I'm so proud of you! You're going to be the best Swan Queen on the planet."
 
My face was burning red. "Aw, thanks, Hunt," I giggled. Fizzy was all over me at this point, obviously trying to further my embarrassment.
 
"Get some sleep, love," he laughed, "I'll chat with you in the morning, alright? I have some news myself to tell you."
 
"Goodnight, Hunt," I said.
 
"Don't let the bed bugs bite," he laughed.
 
xx, alice

dust on the ground//bombay bicycle club
 
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Clarissa was days away from announcing the leads of the summer performance. Whenever I'm dancing in class, she seems to not notice, either chit chatting to another dancer or fumbling with stereo system. I wonder if she had already chosen her dancers and was just going through the motions to appease the company. For instance, whenever Milly dances she pays strict attention, which makes me nervous.
 
This was how I spent my time in bed in the morning, dissecting every moment of class. I literally do not have a life.
 
My phone buzzed under the covers. I picked it up an read a name I was all too familiar with.
 
"Ello, sweet cheeks," he said quietly.
 
"You realize it's like seven in the morning," I said giggling.
 
"I don't get a 'hello'," he laughed.
 
"Hi," I smiled.
 
He sat on the other end lightly laughing to himself for what seemed like minutes on end. His voice made my stomach twist around in a way I'd only experienced when I danced. Maybe it was how he seemed to care about the little things, like how I wiggled my toes when I was cold. He loved that.
 
"How are you, love," he asked once he caught his breath.
 
"I'm nervous as f.ck for dance this week. It's my last chance to prove to Clarissa that I can do it," I said.
 
Whenever I talked to him, I felt the need to pour all of my feelings out to him. It was like my lips just spilled everything out without a single thought.
 
"Don't worry about it, love. You're a great dancer and Clarissa would be an idiot not to choose you," he cooed, trying his best to make me feel better.
 
"I don't know, Hunt. Milly is like the best dancer in the company. She's had leads in the past and Clarissa absolutely adores her. Whenever she's practicing, Clarissa can't keep her eyes off her. She's not like that with me," I said in a panic.
 
He sighed, wishing he could physically comfort me. Hold me tightly and play with my hair. "Love, she's going to choose you," he said simply.
 
A smile spread across my lips. "I'm sorry for making you listen to my paranoia," I laughed.
 
"It's alright, love. I know you're just nervous," he breathed.
 
As I sat there listening to his voice, his breathing, it made me wonder why he wanted to be with a paranoid and nerdy and dance obsessed girl. "Hunt, can I ask you a question," I said blatantly.
 
"Anything," he said intrigued.
 
"The day you were in Topshop, why did you come up to me?" I asked.
 
He sucked in a tight breath. "Alice..."
 
We sat quietly more a moment. Me wanting him to tell me, and Hunter wanting me not to care. It was the one issue that often kept us from talking.
 
"You were different from all the other girls before," he stated, "I could just tell. You were wearing your think black glasses, your hair was falling in your face, you had on a loose fitting dress and flat shoes. Every other girl I had ever been with was the polar opposite. Tight clothing, tons of makeup, dyed hair, and a transparent personality. You're definitely anything but transparent, Alice."
 
"You have no idea how badly I want to be with you right now," I whispered.
 
"How badly," he laughed.
 
"Very," I swallowed.
 
---
 
I was folding t-shirts in the back of the store, away from everyone. For about the past two and a half weeks, girls have not stopped coming up to me and squealing over the fact I'd touched Hunter. I knew this would happen once I started going out in public with him, even though we'd only been together here at work and down at The Mill.
 
"Excuse me, could you tell me if you have this in a size 10," a girl said behind me.
 
I turned around to a girl holding up a very adorable skater dress. "Yeah, I can go look in the back for one if you'd like," I said walking into the back.
 
I searched the racks of clothes that had yet been put on the floor, finding the skater dresses. Size 4, 6, 8... 10! Perfect. I walked back out and handed the girl her dress. "Here ya go. I'll take the other from you," I said perkily.
 
"Thanks," she said looking at me in a peculiar manner, "Are you Alice Britton?"
 
I swallowed, not wanting to deal with this right now. "Yep, that's me," I said chirpily.
 
"So you're like dating Hunter Clemens," she asked.
 
I bit my lip and shrugged. "Well, we're not like serious or anything. We're just hanging out," I said. That was a bit of a lie, because we definitely were doing more than hanging out. He was phoning me almost everyday while he was back in London.
 
"You are so lucky. Hunter is such a fit bloke," she said.
 
I let out a fake laugh, "Thanks, I guess."
 
"But he definitely doesn't deserve a very pretty girl like you," she said walking off.
 
Why wouldn't he deserve me?
 
xx, alice

bloom//the veils
 
***
 
Fizzy was curled up in a ball next me as I lied in bed listening to The Veil's latest EP. I bought it earlier in the week so I could finally hear what all of the UK was obsessing over.
 
They were amazing.
 
I listened to it over and over as I lied in bed, not wanting to get up. Hunter's voice was beyond perfect. It was smooth, melodious, and harmonious. Lyrically, it was simple. But that's what I loved about, it gave me the ability to just sit and listen without having to scrutinize every word for its underlying meaning.
 
It had been over a week since I'd had my little date with Hunter, and he hadn't call me. It didn't really bother me because I've been so busy anyway, but I just wanted to hear his voice again.
 
Not knowing what to do with myself, I turned on the tele and listened to the news on MTV because it was the last thing I'd watch. The same issues flew across the screen. Miley Cyrus' engagement, Adele's new award, some rapper being arrested, etc. Then something interesting popped up.
 
'Hunter Clemens seen with a mystery girl' ran across the screen. My body shot up and I pulled my glasses up to face to see what the woman was talking about. And there it was...
 
A picture of Hunter and I from the other night, tightly embracing one another in front of my building. The picture wasn't very clear, but I knew it was us do to my striped dress.
 
Then another shot up of us in Topshop earlier that day, standing at the back of the floor rather close to one another. This picture was very clear, however. His eyes pleading for me to accept his date and mine cold not wanting to go through with it. God, it made me look like a b.tch.
 
"Last week, the two shared and intimate date at a local pub in Cambridge before stealing a kiss in front of what seems to be the girl's flat. Clemens' new girl better watch out, because every teenage girl in the UK wants to be her," the reporter said.
 
I buried my face into my palms, not wanting to see it any longer. I didn't want to be in the media's spotlight. I just wanted to be the lead in the company's performance. I just wanted to past my organic chem test next week. I just wanted to fit in.
 
My phone rang, causing me to almost fall out bed due to my surprise. It was Milly.
 
"Alice! Were you watching MTV?! She was talking about you and Hunter! I can't believe my best mate was actually on MTV! This is so rad, Alice! You looked great by the way, especially in the picture at Topshop. Except, you looked kinda upset," she said at the speed of light, "Can you believe it?!"
 
I swallowed hard. "I don't want this," I said.
 
"Want what?" she asked highly confused.
 
"This. All this attention. These people don't even know who I am. What will they say and do once they know my name, where I live, go to school," I said frantically.
 
"But, Alice, this is great! All this attention can help with ballet! A company in London might end up wanting you to dance for them!" she said in excitement.
 
"Mills, then they wouldn't be wanting me for my talent. They'd be wanting me because of who I was dating," I said back calmly, "I've got to go, Mills. I see you tonight at class."
 
I hung up and changed into some decent clothing. I was going into London so I could talk with Hunter.
 
I didn't know how I was to contact him, but I'd figure that out on the two hour train ride.
 
---
 
I still had not developed a plan. He seemed impossible to find when there were millions of people in this city. Why did I waste thirty pounds to wander aimlessly?
 
Since I had no idea what to do, I went to the nearest Starbucks to calm my nerves. A cup of tea always helps when something's broken.
 
I walked in, ordered my tea, and sat down. I stared out the window onto the glorious city of London. There were so many people rushing and dancing through the mazes of people.This was nothing like Cambridge, where it was hard to see more than fifty people out at once.
 
Someone had knocked on the window, trying to gain my attention. I looked up to see those haunting green eyes staring back at me.
 
He rushed in, picking me up with his long arms into a tight embrace. "Why didn't you tell me you were in the city?" he said cheerfully.
 
"Because I didn't have your number and you never called me," I stated matter-of-factly.
 
"Oh, about that. I've been crazy busy this week," he said sincerely.
 
"It's okay. I wasn't waiting around the phone, you know, I have a life too," I said with a smile. "But I came into the city to talk to you actually."
 
He sat down across from me, resting his chin in his palm. "Well what's up, then?" he asked.
 
"I don't want to do this," I said motioning between us.
 
His brows knotted together, confused beyond belief. "Do what?"
 
"This," I motioned, "You and I."
 
He shut his eyes tightly and his lips were glued together. He wanted to spit out a terrible comment, but was trying to hold himself back. I could tell. "Why?" he said with his eyes still shut.
 
"This morning I turned the tele on and saw a story about you and me from the other night. I don't want to be scrutinize by the public each and every second," I said.
 
His eyes opened, looking upset. "Is that seriously the reason?" he spat out.
 
I nodded. "I just want to go to school, go to work, and go to ballet without everyone judging me," I said.
 
"So let me get this straight, you don't want to see me anymore because you don't want people to judge you," he said with an annoyed tone.
 
I nodded.
 
He threw his hands up, clearly frustrated. "Who the f.ck cares what people think, Alice?! People are going to always judge you whether you date me or not. What are you afraid of?" he interrogated.
 
"I was terribly harassed during college, Hunter, and I don't want it to happen all over again," I whispered, "The girls used to be horrible to me. I was constantly made fun of for being too tall, or too skinny, or too smart. They played absolutely horrible pranks on me." My voice cracked in the last sentence.
 
I'd just admitted by biggest fear to a boy I hardly knew. Most of friends didn't even know about my horrible past, even Milly. But around Hunter, everything was different. I felt like I could trust him.
 
His expression softened, taking my hand in his. "It's alright. That was then, okay? If anyone tried to hurt you now, I'd hurt them first," he said with a light laugh.
 
"I know, but I just don't think I could take it. People following me around, whispering about me, snapping pictures of me. I didn't realize it until today what I'd gotten myself into," I said quietly, "Like right now, there are a group of girls staring at us. They're probably whispering about how I'm just some sl.t who doesn't deserve you."
 
"Come with me," he said hastily, grabbing my hand and pulling me out onto the sidewalk.
 
We walked up to a simple building, entering and going straight to the elevator. We said nothing to one another. Once the doors opened, we stepped into a large room filled with furniture. It was his room, his living room.
 
He sat me down on the sleek black sofa and took my hands once more. "Look, I could help you get through it all," he said pleadingly.
 
I shut my eyes, not wanting to say what I was about to say. "I know, but I can't live through it again."
 
He leaned over to me and kissed me. It was different from the last time. This kiss was pleading, wanting me to never leave. His lips eagerly moved against mine, desperately wanting me to never leave. His finger ran through my hair, running down my back and hooking around my hips. I couldn't help but lace my fingers into his hair, keeping locked on me. He gently pushed me down on the sofa, so he was floating over me. His lips slid down my jaw and attached onto my neck while his hands moved up to the hem of my blouse, pushing up to my chest. His fingers ran around to my back, where he swiftly unhooked my bra.
 
I had to stop.
 
"Hunter," I said loudly.
 
He didn't move from where he was, continuing to place kisses along my neck and clavicle.
 
"Hunter," I said even louder.
 
He looked down at me with his eyes searching mine. "What?" he asked.
 
"I don't want to this right now," I said calmly.
 
He sat up and smiled, trying to put my top back in place as I rehooked my bra. "Sorry 'bout that," he laughed.
 
"You know, the more I think about it, those glasses make you one hundred times hotter," he said moving the hair from in front of my face.
 
My face was bursting red again. He needed to stop doing that. "I've got to get going. I have dance in two hours," I said standing up.
 
He grasped my hand, "Let me drive you back then so you don't have to pay for a train."
 
"Alright," I said.
 
We got into his expensive bimmer and he took my hand in his once more as he drove me back home. When we arrived, he pressed his lips to mine. Except, this time it was gentle and caring.
 
I guess I'd only dug myself deeper into the hole.
 
xx, alice

firefly//ed sheeran
heartlines//florence + the machine
 
***
 
As I was walking up to work, I noticed a huge group of teenage girls crowding the entrance. Rolling my eyes, I pushed through the crowd of overly excited girls. Each one I shoved out of the way cursed at me or gave me death glares. I didn't know what this was about, but I was highly irritated by this whole situation.
 
Once I was in the store, I yelled over to Celia at the till. "What the hell is going on outside?"
 
She looked up from what she was doing with a a laugh leaving her lips, "Well there's someone here to see you, Alice, in the back room."
 
My brows knitted together as I took in what Celia said. "Someone to see me?"
 
"You heard me right," she laughed.
 
I walked through the floor, wiggling my way through the throng of girls shopping. I thought to myself that there's a ridiculous amount of people here today. I reached the door to the back room, nervous to see who was waiting for me back here. I opened the door and saw...
 
Those stupid green eyes staring right into mine.
 
"What the hell do you want," I groaned to him.
 
"I want to know your name, actually," he said calmly.
 
"It's Alice," I stated, "Now I need to get back to work if that's all you planned on asking."
 
I reached for the handle and I felt a pair of strong hands on my shoulders. "Wait," he whispered.
 
I turned around, becoming aware of how close he was standing to me. "Well," I retorted.
 
"I came here to ask you if you'd go out with me tonight. My band is filming a video here and tonight is my last night," he said with a sincere smile.
 
His voice held no ounce of cockiness and arrogance. I would've said yes due to his sincerity. "I can't," I said weakly.
 
"Why not," he asked with his brows coming together.
 
"I'm busy tonight," I said weakly once more.
 
His lips were pressed together tightly, as if he was going to spit a snark comment out, but decided otherwise. "Can I ask with what?" he said genuinely.
 
"I have a class until ten," I said.
 
We were still standing close, with his hands still on my shoulders. We were about six inches from one another. I wanted it to bother me, but for some reason it didn't.
 
"Can I see you after your class then?" he said with pleading eyes.
 
"I--uh," I stuttered.
 
His attitude had completely flipped in the last five minutes. The expression on his face went from arrogant to sincere. He really wanted to see me, and I had no reason why he would.
 
"I guess I could," I started, "My class tomorrow is cancelled. So I guess I can get my coursework done then."
 
His face automatically lifted into a smile, and not the cocky kind. "Perfect," he said lightly.
 
"Where should I meet you," I asked.
 
He looked away for the first time in our conversation. His eyes were glancing up at the ceiling, trying to think of a decent place to go. "Uh, why don't you tell me?" he laughed, "since you live here and all."
 
A smile formed on my lips. "How about The Mill at ten thirty?" I said pursing my lips.
 
He put his hands on my cheeks, pushing them together. "See you there, sweet cheeks," he said with a crooked grin.
 
I rolled my eyes and opened the door behind me. "I have to get back to work."
 
He gave a wink before gently pushing past me towards the exit of the store. I watched him walk off into the crowd of girls outside the store. The way he interacted with them was sweet. Taking pictures and signing autographs willingly, as if it gave him complete satisfaction to interact with him.
 
"Alice?" I heard someone say.
 
I looked over to see Celia waving her hand to me, indicating that I was needed.
 
"Tell me everything," she said with a giggle.
 
---
 
Milly walked over to me, sitting down next to me to finish tying her pointe shoes. "How was your day?" she asked chirpily.
 
"It was alright," I shrugged, "Hunter came back to work this morning."
 
She dropped the shoe in her hand, her mouth hanging open. "He came back?!" she said in shock, "Did he say why he was there?"
 
I swallowed hard, knowing Mills will fall on her face when I told her what we're doing tonight. I had no idea who this boy was and he was all over me, while someone beautiful and funny like Milly was drooling over him. It going to kill me to tell her.
 
"He asked me out on a date," I said weakly.
 
Her eyes opened as wide as one's eyes possibly could, her mouth was open, and her fingers fidgeted with her shoes. "Oh my god, Alice, he did not," her voice rang throughout the studio, "That is so cute! When are you seeing him?"
 
"Tonight," I gulped.
 
"Alice," she said loudly, "This is amazing! Literally one of the most hot and popular singers in the UK right now just asked you, Alice Britton, on a date! This is so freaking exciting!"
 
She was practically squealing on the floor due to her overwhelming excitement for me.
 
"You don't think it's weird that he asked me out? I mean, I'm not like sunning beautiful or rich or anything," I said.
 
Milly gasped, "Alice! You're absolutely stunning! Of course he would ask you out But, !I don't know why you have wear those loose tops and dresses all the time. If I had boobies like yours I would flaunting to every guy I see!"
 
"But, Mills, you have like the perfect figure! Super long legs and the tiniest waist possible," I said back to her.
 
She rolled her eyes. "You've got to joking, Alice! I have absolutely no a.s and no t.ts! My bra size is a 32A, Alice. What's yours again?" she said loudly.
 
"32C," I whispered, "But you know that's too big for ballet."
 
She waved her delicate hand at me, "Oh who cares what ballet thinks, Alice! You're f.cking hot! You're lips practically scream sex, Alice!"
 
I rolled my eyes in the process of blushing. "Well, I still think you're ridiculous, Mills."
 
---
 
I was walking out of class with Milly, dressed in the same clothing I was wearing this morning. For some reason it bothered me, the fact that I didn't get to wear something fresh and clean to see him.
 
Wait, Alice, you shouldn't care how you look. Remember, he's still a prick.
 
"Good luck tonight, Alice!" Milly squealed.
 
"Thanks," I said with a smile.
 
"I hope someone get lucky tonight," she winked, "Ow, ow!"
 
I rolled my eyes, "Oh, Mills."
 
I walked the opposite direction, heading towards The Mill. My mind began to roll out thoughts at lightning speed. Was he there waiting for me? Did he have anything to drink yet? What does he drink? Will he even show up?
 
My arms got goosebumps as soon as pushed the door of the pub open, awaiting my fate. He probably wasn't going to show up; he's a huge celebrity so why would he bother with me?
 
I glanced over to the bar and noticed a tall blonde man in a leather jacket clutching his drink. He looked over his shoulder, jumping up when he realized when it was me.
 
"Hey," he said wrapping his long arms around my shoulders in a hug.
 
I awkwardly pat my hand on his back. "Hi to you too," I smiled.
 
He pulled me to the bar and sat me down in the seat next to him. "What would you like," he inquired.
 
"Vodka on the rocks," I said.
 
One if his eyebrows perked up in reaction to my response. "Someone's not messing around," he laughed.
 
I shrugged and took a sip of my drink. The strong liquid burned a path down my throat, and I loved it. "Well, if you're going to drink, why do it half a.s?" I asked with a giggle, already felling the buzz.
 
"You're right," he said motioning to the bartender, "Two shots of Patron!"
 
I almost spit my drink out. "You're kidding," I said.
 
"You said nothing half a.s," he retorted, pushing a shot towards me, "On three."
 
I nodded. He was right. I set myself up for this. I wrapped my fingers around the small glass, ready for my punishment.
 
"One... two... three," he said throwing the shot in to his mouth.
 
I did the same, wincing as the smooth hot liquid burned an even stronger path down my throat, and this time I didn't like it. My face squished together in a manner that probably made me look terribly unattractive.
 
He signaled to the bartender, asking for two more.
 
I bit down on my lip, dreading the next one. Patron was not one of my favorite drinks.
 
Hunter leaned into me; his lips grazing my ear. "You know, you have like the sexiest lips on the planet," he whispered.
 
My face was burning red as he spoke. No one had ever been that sexual to me before. I've never had a guy tell me anything about me was sexy. Not one.
 
He pushed the shot to me once more, and I drank it automatically, not wanting to respond to his comment.
 
"How about we play a game," he said, "After each shot we take, we tell each other something interesting about ourselves."
 
"Sure," I said.
 
He lips formed a smug little smile as he threw back his shot. "I've read Catcher in the Rye five times," he laughed.
 
I smiled, "I love that book."
 
My fingers wrapped around my shot and I threw it back, regretting it once more. What was I going to tell him? Nothing embarrassing, that's for sure. "I--uh, I love watching cheesy romance movies after a long day."
 
He laughed at my response. "Seriously?!" he giggled, "I thought only unattractive girls watched those because that's as close as they'd get to a f.ck."
 
I swallowed hard for two reasons. One, he was saying I was attractive. Two, I'm a one percent virgin.
 
Without another word from me, he threw back his second. "I lived in Australia for six years."
 
I took the next shot and threw it back, getting used to its awful burning taste. "I have a tattoo."
 
His eyes lit up as he wonders where my tattoo was and what is was. "Where is it?"
 
I bit my lip and pulled my hair back to reveal a small tattoo behind my left ear. "Ballet shoes?" he asked in a confused, buzzed tone.
 
I smiled, throwing my final shot back. "I'm a ballet dancer," I said letting go of my hair.
 
A devilish grin appeared on his lips. "So you're like really flexible?" he inquired.
 
I rolled my eyes. "Generally a dance is flexible."
 
He bit his lip and took his final shot. "I've never met a girl as gorgeous as you," he said, with his eyes glistening from the amount of alcohol he's consumed.
 
I looked down at the hem of my dress, playing with it to distract myself. "That doesn't count," I whispered.
 
He pulled my chin up so he could look into my eyes. "You know, these glasses of yours really distract from your gorgeous green eyes," he said pulling my glasses off.
 
My whole body was heating up. Why did he do this to me? I knew under all this niceness was a guy who was a complete prick, but my body didn't seem to care.
 
His fingers were now lingering across my cheek and his eyes were staring into mine, trying to figure out what was going through my head at this very moment.
 
"I should probably get going," I said slipping my glasses back on.
 
He took my hand in his tightly as I went to pick up my bag. "Do you really have to," he pleaded.
 
I swallowed hard, wanting to tell him no. "Yeah, I probably should," I said.
 
"Just a few more drink," he asked looking right through me.
 
I had to be strong. I wasn't going to give in to his mysterious green eyes. "I really should go," I insisted.
 
He sighed, desperately wanting me to stay. "Can I at least walk you back to your place?"
 
"Sure," I smiled.
 
As we walked out of the pub, a few girls who looked around the same age as me giggled. They knew who he was, and they saw him with me. What if they thought we were some sort of item? I couldn't have that happen.
 
"Those girls were looking at you," he whispered into my ear lightly.
 
I looked up at him. "They were looking at you," I retorted.
 
"Nope," he said shaking his head, "They were looking at you, wishing they had half of the beauty you have."
 
My teeth bit down on my bottom lip once more. "You're the one in the famous band, remember?" I said ignoring his comment.
 
He wrapped his arm around my waist, gripping it tightly. "Why do you do that? Always ignore when I compliment you."
 
"Because you're being ridiculous," I said lightly.
 
He pulled me even closer, which I didn't think was possible. "You're the ridiculous one, Alice," he murmured.
 
We stayed silent for the rest of the walk back to my flat. He kept his arm around me, occasionally his fingers would make small circles in my hip.
 
"This is my place," I said pointing to the door to my building.
 
He walked me up to the door and pulled my body up against his. "I want to see you again," he whispered.
 
I sighed. "I'm like crazy busy right now. I'm taking a few summer classes and my ballet company is getting ready to choose its leads for its summer performance. Plus, I'm working practically every day."
 
"Alice," he groaned, "You've got to have some free time."
 
"I don't really," I said weakly.
 
"There's not one day in the next few days where you don't have anything planned? I find that hard to believe, considering I'm the one in a popular band," he snapped back.
 
This was the side of him I didn't like on bit. The prick side. "Look, I have sh.t loads of crap I have to do in between uni, work, and ballet. I'm sorry I'm a poor student who dances twenty-four seven," I spat back at him.
 
He looked into my eyes with an expression I couldn't exactly explain. Somewhere in between anger and confusion. His hands came up to face to pull my lips to his. He moved aggressively, running his hands through my hair so my lips were further attached to his.
 
He released me from his ironclad grasp, looking down at me with a grin of satisfaction. "I've been wanting to do that all day," he whispered.
 
I smiled, looking down to grab a pen and paper out of my bag. "Here, you can have my number so if by any chance I'm not busy, we can do something," said scratching my number onto the small piece of paper.
 
He took the paper, sticking it in his back pocket. "Expect a call soon," he said.
 
Before he walked off, he pressed his lips to mine once more. "See you soon, sweet cheeks."
 
I rolled my eyes at that silly nickname. "Bye, Hunter," I said waving him off.
 
I didn't know why I felt so connected to him. But, right now I really couldn't care.
 
xx, alice

oh no!//marina & the diamonds
 
***
 
Alice Fleur Britton
18
Alice grew up in a small Yorkshire town named Leeds. As a child, Alice was outgoing and bubbly. Her childhood revolved around ballet and her play dates with friends. However, as secondary school rolled around, the girls at school began to isolate Alice, for reasons she could never wrap her head around. So, she became introverted and focused primarily on her ballet (practicing for over five hours each day) and her coursework. During college, she was terribly harassed by the girls primarily due to her 5'10'' slender frame and beautiful features, which caused her to have little to no confidence in herself. Due to her brilliant brains and hard work, she was accepted to the University of Cambridge for chemistry, which she was only slightly excited about. Alice loves to dance; it is her passion. Now she's living in Cambridge full time trying to keep up with her demanding coursework, her new ballet company, her part time job working at the local Topshop. Let's hope she can do it, and distractions aren't going to help her much.
{{Rosie Huntington-Whiteley}}
 
Hunter Clemens
20
'The Prick'
Hunter is the lead singer and guitarist of the band The Veils, which is quickly creeping up in popularity. He grew up in suburban London surrounded by music. His dashing good looks and velvet voice caused him to sprout an ego the size of the UK. He's had everything handed to him and has every girl pouncing on him every chance they get. However, the one thing he wants he can't have.
{{Alex Pettyfer}}
 
Celia Greene
19
'The Co-worker and Best Mate'
Celia grew up in Cambridge and is currently working at Topshop with Alice to pay for uni tuition. Celia is a sweet, funny girl who just loves to have fun. She goes with the flow and let's the pieces fall where they may. She's the complete opposite of Alice, which is probably why they're such good mates.
{{Behati Prinsloo}}
 
Milly Rodes
18
'Best Mate'
Milly grew up in Southampton with a strict ballet oriented family. She began ballet at the age of three and excelled. She's light on her feet and graceful in her arms, everything Alice hopes to be (even though she already is). Milly is the rumored choice for the lead dancer in the winter performance. Milly loves music and fashion, spending her remaining time on that. She's a bubbly, fun-loving girl who just wants to have a good time.
{{Toni Garnn}}
 
Duke Williamson
19
'Ballet Partner and Mate'
Duke is from Cambridge and hates it here. He dreams of dancing in a London company. In college, he was often made fun of due to his ballet background, but he could care less about what others thought. He knew he was very talented. He and Alice are often partners in many of Clarissa's routines and they became very close. Secretly, he adores Alice, but he would never tell her because she's too beautiful for him.
{{Roger Frampton}}
 
Effie Taylor
18
'Childhood Mate'
Effie grew up in Leeds alongside Alice in the ballet studio. However, when she went off to uni in London, she dropped ballet because she wanted to focus on her studies. Effie misses Alice like crazy and tries convincing her to visit the city more often. Effie is a book loving, introverted girl just like Alice, making them the perfect fit for mates.
{{Caroline Brasch Nielsen}}
 
Sebastien Reems
20
'The Veils Drummer'
Sebastien grew up in suburban London with Hunter and they've been best mates since day one. Sebastien is just like Hunter in almost every way possible. He sees himself as an extremely looking good guy and lets girls fall over him, exploiting his power as a musician. He's gone through more women than Henry IIIV.
{{Jon Kortajarena}}
 
Dean Fitz
21
'The Veils Bass Guitarist'
Dean grew up in Bristol surrounded by water. During the summers, he would surf endlessly. When the water was too cold, he would be inside strumming his guitar, creating new melodies. He moved to London for uni, but discovered Hunter and Sebastien instead. He joined their band and everything has worked out perfectly.
{{Marcel Castenmiller}}
 
Claire Britton
58
'Mum'
Claire has lived in Leeds for the majority of her life. She and her husband raised their children to love the arts and to excel in school. Claire is a fun loving mum who would rather be her children's best mate and their mum.
{{Meryl Streep}}
 
John Britton
59
'Dad'
John grew up in Liverpool and lived most of his life in London, until he met Claire by accident in Leeds. Ever since, John has lived in Leeds and loves it there. John, unlike Claire, would rather be his children's parent than their best mate. He's sweet but firm and doesn't take sh.t from anyone.
{{Christian Bale}}
 
Colt Britton
24
'Brother'
Colt is Alice's older brother by five years. He was a rugby star in college and university. Colt now works with MTV in London as a producer. He has a very tough exterior unless you get the chance to know him. Once you get the chance, he's sweet and caring, always protecting his two younger and naive sisters.
{{Douglas Booth}}
 
Juliet Britton
16
'Younger Sister'
Juliet attends college in Leeds and eagerly wishes to leave her small town behind and head to London for university. She is a party animal and often finds herself in trouble with mum and dad. Juliet is often skipping ballet to hang with her mates, whih drives her dad crazy because of all the money he dishes out towards ballet. Juliet doesn't want to be compared to her successful brother and smart, talented sister. She just wants to have fun.
{{Anais Pouliot}}

yellow brick road//angus + julia stone
you're the one that i want//angus + julia stone
 
I felt like writing a new story for fun. So, here it goes!
 
***
 
Name - Alice Fleur Britton
Age - 18
Background - Alice grew up in a small Yorkshire town named Leeds. As a child, Alice was outgoing and bubbly. Her childhood revolved around ballet and her play dates with friends. However, as secondary school rolled around, the girls at school began to isolate Alice, for reasons she could never wrap her head around. So, she became introverted and focused primarily on her ballet (practicing for over five hours each day) and her coursework. During college, she was terribly harassed by the girls primarily due to her 5'10'' slender frame and beautiful features, which caused her to have little to no confidence in herself. Due to her brilliant brains and hard work, she was accepted to the University of Cambridge for chemistry, which she was only slightly excited about. Alice loves to dance; it is her passion. Now she's living in Cambridge full time trying to keep up with her demanding coursework, her new ballet company, her part time job working at the local Topshop. Let's hope she can do it, and distractions aren't going to help her much.
Likes - Ballet, her new kitten Fizzy, flowers, baking, studying, romantic movies, Jane Austen, tea, the smell of old books, flowy dresses, her grandmum's necklace.
Dislikes - Skimpy clothing, obnoxious people, rap music, being tickled, being interrupted while reading, scary movies, heights.
Model - Rosie Huntington-Whiteley
 
***
 
Fizzy was no where in sight in my tiny one bedroom flat. I searched up and down the flat, even checking on the top of the refrigerator. She needed to eat her food before I headed out for my usual hectic day. "Fizzy," I cooed looking under the sofa. There she was, shaking with her large doe eyes.
 
"Aw, baby," I said softly reaching under the sofa to gently pick her up. "You need to eat, sweetie," I said giving her one last little kiss before putting her down in front of her itsy bitsy food bowl.
 
I stepped out of the door wearing a loose shift dress and leopard flats with my hair hanging in face and my glasses aiding my horrible sight. Organic chemistry was my first class of the day, then I had Calculus. After class, I had work from twelve to four. Then I was to be at the company by five, not returning home until around ten thirty.
 
Sometimes I wonder how my body is physically able to handle all of this pressure...
 
---
 
Calculus ran about fifteen minutes late today, forcing me to rush to work at an un-human speed. It was a great thing that my flats were extremely comfortable as I sped walked through town.
 
I rushed into Topshop, smiling at Celia as jumped behind the counter. "Hi, sorry. My calc class ran a little late," I breathed.
 
"Oh, Alice, you stretch yourself so thin sometimes," Celia said concerned.
 
I laughed lightly at her comment. "I need this money to pay for my ballet company, you know that Cel," I sighed.
 
"Well, then I need you to go up to men's and work on the displays because Katie has no styling ability," Celia said.
 
"Alright," I said brightly.
 
"Alice," Celia questioned as I walked off.
 
"Yeah, Cel," I questioned back at her.
 
"You still have your bag on you," she laughed.
 
I looked down to see my satchel still attached to my hip, realising I forgot about it due to my lateness. "Here," I told Celia, throwing her my bag to leave under the counter safe and sound.
 
As I was choosing pieces to put on the mannequins, I noticed this super fit guy staring at me while rummaging through a pile of trousers. He had dirty blonde hair and was wearing rather 'rebel-ish' attire.
 
I turned away from his stare to pick up a navy blazer, which was going to look fantastic with the white chino trousers I'd picked up earlier. I was now on the hunt for a shirt that would pop with the blazer.
 
As I reached for a boldly patterned button down, a large tanned hand snatched it right from under me. I glanced up to see the beautiful boy towering over me, holding the shirt with a cheeky grin on his lips.
 
Since I was a bit irritated with his attitude, I glared at him through my glasses. "You know, that shirt won't suit you," I snarled at him.
 
His eyebrows rose at my snarly comment, "Well, then what would suit me, sweet cheeks?" he asked snappily.
 
I turned around and walked over to the t-shirts, picking up a tight fitting black Ramones shirt. "This," I said simply, handing it to him in a large.
 
I waited for his reaction to my suggestion, tapping my foot incessantly. He looked down on me, then down at my tapping foot. To my surprise, he placed his monstrous on top of mine.
 
"I like it," he said simply, "But you gave me a large, do you want everyone to see my chiseled body through it?" He rose an eyebrow.
 
"I just assumed that cocky pricks want every girl throwing themselves at them," I retorted trying to yank my foot out from under his.
 
He said nothing, just piercing his brown eyes into mine.
 
My first instinct was to roll my eyes furiously. "Look, I have to get back to work before my supervisor sees me standing around," I snapped.
 
I yanked my foot out from under his and stomped back to my mannequins in-progress. How dare he act like the biggest wanker. I was just trying to do my job. Once I cleaned up the mannequins, I went back down to the women's counter to help alleviate the long line.
 
After checking out about ten people, those cocky brown eyes appeared in my line of vision once more. "I'll take this," he said with a smug smile as he placed the familiar black t-shirt on the counter.
 
I rang it up quickly, trying to get rid of him as quick as possible. "Twenty-five pounds," I stated.
 
He swiped his card and waited for his receipt.
 
My brows furrowed together. "You know there's a counter upstairs," I said with a questioned toned.
 
"I know, but I wanted the fit b.tchy girl to ring me up," he smiled darkly.
 
"I'm not b.tchy," I whispered, "I just don't take bullsh.t from cocky wankers."
 
His brows flew up in surprise, but then lowered as his cheeky smile appeared once more. He took his receipt from my hand and strutted off, turning around once more to give me a coy little wink, causing me to almost vomit.
 
The next customer walked up to my till practically shaking of excitement. "That was Hunter Clemens of The Veils! Isn't he absolutely gorgeous!" she squealed.
 
I looked at her with a confused expression.
 
Who?
 
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Once I changed into my nude tights and black leotard, I sat down next to Milly to tie up my pointe shoes.
 
"Do you know who The Veils are?" I asked her with a twisted expression. Not knowing who the hell this Hunter boy was really bothering me.
 
"The Veils? Yeah! Their singer and lead guitarist Hunter is beyond beautiful!" she cooed. "You haven't heard any of their music like on the radio?"
 
"And a complete and total wanker," I replied, "Mills, I don't have time to enjoy things so simple like music."
 
Her eyes widened at my first remark. "No he isn't Alice! He's just misunderstood," she said with a defensive tone.
 
"Well, today at work he acted like a prick and was extremely cocky and arrogant towards me. So..." I trailed of angrily.
 
Milly's arms flailed, stopping me from continuing. "Hold it! Hunter Clemens was in Topshop this afternoon! Why didn't you call me?" she said wide eyed.
 
"Because I was busy trying to fend off the prick, Mills. He was acting like a total a.s," I said with a hint of straightforwardness.
 
Milly rolled her eyes, "He was probably just tired or something, Alice. Give him a break. He's a celebrity."
 
Clarissa, my ballet instructor, clapped her hands which instructed us to begin practicing our routines.
 
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"Oh, Fizzy sweetheart, how was your long day without me?" I cooed picking her up as I sat down on the sofa, turning the news on.
 
I sat their absentmindedly petting Fizzy until a familiar face hit the screen. The title read "Hunter Clemens seen hitting the shops in Cambridge." The blonde woman continued by saying which stores he made a stop in.
 
I could care less about that prick, turning the telly off in an instance.
 
"C'mon, Fizzy," I said, "Let's hit the hay."
 
xx, alice.