Not Just an Outsider

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Sun, 06 May 2012 04:10:19 -0400

Perfect segway.... Now.

Sun, 06 May 2012 04:05:42 -0400

Great to meet you, Spencer or Spence. Yup, I’m prefer boring day than bad day with slightly injured. Boring huh? I guess talk to me could help you.

Like I said, you choose what to call me. As long as the names are appropriate of course. I think we are talking. So I am entertained, I’m not overly excited. But I’m doing things. How did you injure yourself?

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Sun, 06 May 2012 04:01:11 -0400

beaurivers:

Was that a joke? I can’t tell

No, I’m just generally a little chilly. Of course I was joking.

Perfect segway.... Now.

Sun, 06 May 2012 03:47:04 -0400

dave-harrison:

I’m good. I’m Dave actually and yeah I’m not ussually rude, rough day could make me annoying. Who are you, Belle?

Well that’s great. I’m Spencer. Most people call me Spence. So I’m assuming you’ll call me that too over time. Bad day though? Not good at all. Better than a boring one I suppose.

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Sun, 06 May 2012 03:31:20 -0400

beaurivers:

Really? That makes you instantly cool.

Well then perhaps I should put a jumper on.

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Sun, 06 May 2012 03:25:53 -0400

dave-harrison:

What’s up?

I asked you the same question.

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Sun, 06 May 2012 03:17:51 -0400

beaurivers:

Dancing and singing, cause I’m a cool kid! Yourself?

I’m not so cool. But I was dancing before.

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Sun, 06 May 2012 03:10:00 -0400

What’s everyone up to?

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Sun, 06 May 2012 03:03:48 -0400

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Hi everybody!

Tue, 01 May 2012 02:13:39 -0400

amelia—cape:

Who wants a free amputation?! I’m just kidding, but thank you for going along with my crazy.

Crazy?

What for, quoting the Simpsons?

Hi everybody!

Tue, 01 May 2012 00:53:20 -0400

amelia—cape:

Yes, you can read that in a Dr. Nick voice.

HEY DOCTOR NICK!

It’s Dr. Nick Reviera everybody!

Oh why am I still even up?

Fri, 27 Apr 2012 08:00:48 -0400

nealharrison:

come on, this job really fun tho. You can interview people in parties or watching well I’m not gay myself but yeah met the guy like Robert redford or Michael Fassbender is very good thing. Oh please you’re not boring. If you boring, I would make your life not boring again.

Oh I adore Michael Fassbender. He’s brilliant.

You may try, but how you will accomplish that I’m not sure.

Oh why am I still even up?

Fri, 27 Apr 2012 07:28:05 -0400

nealharrison:

Well. I’m worked for GQ France, then they US GQ chief editor who happen to be my best friend in univeristy asked me work here so here I’m haa…different country different work ethic I guess. So despite being busy with school work, have you doing anything else?

Wow that is amazing. It’s weird to think the people I sit next to could be the next, could be the next President or big thing. I’m kind of envious of you I wont lie, I’m sure some colourful personalities pass through your office. Besides schoolwork? Uhmm. I guess I stay at home, watch a movie or something. I don’t know.

My life is embarrassingly boring.

Oh why am I still even up?

Fri, 27 Apr 2012 07:13:56 -0400

nealharrison:

Complicated reason? Haa…you’re complicated young girl? you seems lovely. I’m work as journalist for GQ, but we had deadline nad working here crazy if comparing when I work in Paris.

Well that’s one way of putting it.

GQ? Oh my wow. That, I understand why you work so much. That’s an awesome job. I can hardly believe it, Paris too? How does that even work? I mean you achieving that job.

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Fri, 27 Apr 2012 07:06:51 -0400

Oh why am I still even up?

Fri, 27 Apr 2012 07:01:08 -0400

nealharrison:

Yeah I’m just had too much work. i don’t believe American like to work late. Don’t work too ahrd!

I have to though when the homework presents itself. For complicated reasons. But it’s fine. I’m used to it by now. It just leaves me bored. Where do you work?

Oh why am I still even up?

Fri, 27 Apr 2012 06:55:00 -0400

nealharrison:

Still up? same here

I swear I’m so used to staying up to study that now I don’t have to, I do anyway.

Oh why am I still even up?

Fri, 27 Apr 2012 06:47:01 -0400

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Fri, 27 Apr 2012 06:45:35 -0400

In My Defence | Spencer & Janie

Fri, 27 Apr 2012 06:44:56 -0400

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Spencer looked down at her phone with a casual smile as her father Joey placed his arm around his daughter. “Who’s that?” He brown nosed as she angled the screen away from him with a guilty frown. It was a habit that she had acquired from a young age. She had trusted her father with many of her secrets, but thought it too much for him to always be peering over her like this. Her eyes glanced upwards meeting the clouded blue’s of her father’s iris’s, a more tired version of her own. She shrugged nonchalantly and locked it before placing it on the table, out of both of their grasps. “A friend.” Spencer replied bluntly dragging a small lock of her hair to her lips. This time it was her father’s turn to frown as he stared at the phone. “Is this the one who keeps you up late at night with her/his texts?” He replied contemplating on whether or not to attempt to take the phone into his own hands. Spencer glared defensively now standing on two feet as she picked up the phone in one long sweeping motion. Slightly surprised at how dramatic it had made this situation something burned in side her. The small privilege of knowing her long over due rebellion was imminent, she shook her head. Spencer kicked her small but impressively fluffy slippers underneath the couch to cause more irritation for her father. She had no idea why she was torturing him like this today. Perhaps. Because it was the day before her late mother’s birthday and her father hadn’t mentioned it once. Normally around this time of year, the Cartwright duo had gone to the efforts of making a big fuss for the occasion. Her father’s lack of usual week of preparations had set her on edge. There was something he was not telling her. So by not telling him about her lovely new friend Janie it had taken his power away. Or at least left them on equal terms of aggravation. Her eyes searched his as she passed but he merely sniffed and picked the shoes up and handed to them to her. “Take these to your room Spence.” The man instructed before he swung his legs onto the couch and flicked the TV on. The white noise coming from the speakers had made Spencer want to scream. Why was he behaving so cruelly? Kicking the sofa slightly as she set off to the bathroom, she was now feeling worse about her current predicaments. Had this not been the man to teach her about the values of El Dia de Muertos? Or commonly known as Day Of The Dead? During his travels around the world, he had taken this back to his young daughter as a small gift of knowledge. This knowledge she had kept with her up until this very day. For she had made it her mission to celebrate the remaining memories of her mother. Heck it was such a big deal to them they even went to the trouble of dressing up when the holiday had come around. It was probably the biggest insult to now after so long ignore something as important to her as this. “I’m going to have a shower before I go out.” She noted gruffly standing at the door way, itching for him to retort or to show some sort of feeling. Instead the back of his head nodded as he searched the channels for something decent.

Letting the cold water hit her bare back in the shower Spencer clenched her teeth together. It was enough to subdue her bubbling anger towards her father. As the water leveled out with the incoming warm she sighed longingly as the phone she had placed on the sink top buzzed continuously. It was a text. From Janie, it had to be. Spencer was already running later then she should have been. This awfully relaxing shower was no help. She poured the conditioner through her fingers and allowed it to squish through the small gaps. This was Spencer’s alone time, it seemed as though it was her only chance to step back from the hustle and bustle of life and think things through logically. Thinking through her options carefully she concluded that meeting with this girl would help uplift her moods somewhat. It had every time she was in contact with Janie. Lolling her head backwards up to the nozzle of the shower she squeezed her eyes shut as the water purified her of any water. So it was decided then. Spencer would venture to this cafe and meet with Janie. There they would converse and it would allow her to forget. Not forget, but just allow her to be happy for what ever short while it presented her. Janie had yet to know about Spencer’s mother. She even contemplated telling her. But it wasn’t in Spencer’s nature to let these small pockets of information out so readily. So instead she twisted the tap off and wrapped the towel around her body making the dash to her bedroom where her clothes for today had been laid out.

Spencer rounded onto the street corner the cafe was situated on as the taxi that had brought her here from Brooklyn had raced of into the distance. Pulling her hair back into a bun quickly she pushed open the heavy doors only to be confronted with the sight of Janie conversing to a group of girls. She had recognized these females from school but never gathered them to be the type Janie would allow into her life. Though as she neared the group hesitantly it became clear that the words they were exchanging were not friendly at all. Spencer’s mouth parted as she drew the words of defense together in her mind. But her mind quickly blanked as she quickly learnt the secret to Janie’s subtleness. She was bi. Spencer had never really been friends with anyone remotely homosexual before. Of course one of her Dad’s friends had been, but that hadn’t counted because he was practically an uncle to her. Her hand lifted slightly, still lingering on the afterthought of what this meant. But Spencer quickly came to her senses as her beliefs clouded any thought of doubt. So what if it hadn’t ultimately been accepted here? Janie was really the only one who had made an effort of befriending her. This was not to go unnoticed. She straightened her head as Janie whispered her name. Glancing sideways at the worried girl she simply stepped forward. “Are you really that big headed?” She uttered calmly, assuming her normal state of mind when face to face with confrontation. “Just because she’s attracted to girls doesn’t mean she’s ultimately going to come after you. In fact I highly down any gay or bi would. Being vulgar with faces like yours aren’t going to get you places in life. So therefore I don’t see it affecting your sexuality at all. I mean, studies show that that’s what most people are afraid of.” She grabbed onto Janie’s thin arm and span her around. “Do you think these girls are attractive?” She asked sternly while her eyes hinted for her to play along. The girls waited in silence with their noses held high. Spencer shrunk slightly, not quite sure if these words were shaking the other’s enough to back away. This was why the move she made next was totally unplanned. Spencer nodded to the girls who watched in horror as she pulled Janie’s face to hers. Crashing their lips together she closed her eyes and pressed harder before breaking away again. Wiping the lipgloss from her own lips she nodding slightly trying to quell the fire stirring in side of her. “You run and tell Gossip Girl about this, you tell her that I kissed a girl… And I liked it.” She swallowed hard, not quite sure how to react to what had just escaped from her lips. In essence Spencer had unknowingly just killed two birds with one stone: That Janie’s sexuality wouldn’t stop them from being friends nor that she would allow Gossip Girl to ruin either of their lives.