only fools are satisfied

[evelyn tallulah golighly]

[style=font-family: times; font-size: 12px; letter-spacing: 1px; text-transform: lowercase; color: #989898; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;]six four four WORDS FOR LAWRENCE ohmygod so excited for these two! i just know they are going to be addicting and amazing lol! DREAM [/style]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,450,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: #6d6d6d;] [style=padding: 10px; text-align: justify; font-family: arial; font-size: 10px; height: 475px; overflow: auto; color: #1e1e1e;]Change was something that Evelyn Golightly enjoyed. In fact, she detested change more than anything in the world. To watch everything she was used to change before her eyes made her shiver with comfortableness. It had all started with waking up in the morning twenty minutes later then she had expected. Evelyn had stumbled around her bedroom, managing to slip a skirt and a white shirt on before managing to put make-up on and brushing her teeth as she ran out the door. Her cup of coffee was forgotten on the counter, and Evelyn hadn’t realized that until she was in the taxi cab and on her way to work. Minutes later, her stomach growled with the need to be fed, and Evelyn made the taxi stopped about five minutes away from the office to grab something to eat at Starbucks. This little detour alone made her ten minutes late to work, and she had rushed into the office, out of breath and the center of attention…in a bad way. Her boss, Marisa, had cornered her and scowled her for being late. Evelyn had pretty much muted the whole conversation out, but her cheeks had been flushed from embarrassment. She hated being late and it had all been because her alarm clock had refused to go off. Biting her lip, she pressed the send button and watched an email disappear into the internet connection. It was to her mother, declaring that she wouldn’t be home until Easter and that, of course, she and her father were allowed to visit. Secretly, Evelyn hoped they would refuse, but knew they wouldn’t. Her mother would complain about not being able to stay in the apartment, and her father would be too busy on conferences then spending time with his only daughter. That was how those visiting occurrences happened. Just the idea of her parents coming down made goose bumps appear on her arms. Her parents never came to see her, and if they did, everything would have to be perfect and Evelyn would have to buy a whole new wardrobe that her mother approved of. Why she had to be part of a family that never spent time with each other, she had no idea. Standing up, she mumbled something to the person next to her about getting lunch, and quickly left the building. She rushed out of the building and took a deep breath of air and sighed. New York City had a way to calm her down, even when she started the day off in a bad mood. The idea that someone was having a worse day then her made everything seem a little better. She was not the only human in the world that had started off the day in a bad mood. And with that last thought, she made her way down the street, turned one corner, and appeared right in front of her favorite non-brand named coffee shop. It was a tiny little thing, and she ordered her usual salad, coffee and cookie. It was a range of food, from the greens to the chocolates to the caffeine, but it was her usual. Smiling at the clerk behind the counter, Evelyn took the tray and sat down on the seat right next to the window. Normally, Evelyn enjoyed people watching, but she removed the book from her purse. It was a worn copy of Pride and Prejudice and also one of her favorite novels. The brunette often related to Elizabeth Bennett when her days were high or low, and today was one of them. So she fell into the novel, her mind picturing the story she had read multiple times before. And as the characters talked and laugh, Evelyn felt herself become at peace with the horrible beginning of the day. [/style]

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[lawrence james llewellyn]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: dddddd; border: #cccccc solid 8px; width: 420px; padding: 15 5 15 5px;] HERE WE GO AGAIN, I FEEL THE CHEMICALS KICKING IN The Words: ~900 The Notes this is long x3 so excited as well xD Had he known that this internship at his father's lawyer firm would result in very minimal law-related tasks Lawrence would have gone back to school instead. Oh sure, he was allowed to take part of the discussion of a case or two, and often got to sit around the table for other discussions as long as he was quiet, but his main duty seemed to be running around doing his father's errands. Not quite what he had envisioned for himself at this stage in his early career. He had gotten so used to having to do all of those things that he had come in about twenty minutes late this morning, something that was quite out of his style. His father had never really taken notice of his comings and goings from the firm, so one morning of coming in late wouldn’t change very much. For the first time in a long time Lawrence decided to go against his own set of rules when it came to his internship, and instead of waking up at his usually time he allowed himself to sleep in an extra half an hour. He wasn’t going to go in early, nor did he have to bring in any drink or food that morning, so he was going to take advantage of it. It was probably the first time that he ever woke up before Evelyn since they had moved in together. It wasn’t that she woke up late, it was more of the fact that he woke up excessively early every day. So instead of waking up with his alarm Lawrence decided he’d wait until his roommate left to start getting ready. He’d have more than enough time to get to the firm before his father noticed his lack of absence. It didn’t take long to hear his roommate get up once he had made his decision on what to do. She seemed in a hurry, and one look at the clock told him why. It was twenty minutes later than her usual wake up time. He listened to her hurrying around until he heard the door open and close, at which point he finally got out of bed and got dressed. He had never really been one for breakfast so he simply grabbed his stuff and was about to head out when he noticed the lone coffee cup on the counter. It seemed that in her rush Evelyn had forgotten her cup of coffee. That was never a good sign, and Lawrence knew it full well. He sighed softly, knowing full well that he didn’t have time to get one to her before he had to head to work. Plus there was also the fact that Evelyn might not take it too kindly if he was to bring her coffee to work, she might see it as him being far too forward with her. A grin spread across his face at the thought of the time when she had told him that nothing could happen between them because they were roommates. He hadn’t really thought of her in that way before she had brought it up, when it became quite evident that she found him at least somewhat attractive. He wasn’t going to lie, Evelyn was gorgeous, but they had been friends for a while and since he already didn’t have many friends he could trust he would have rather keep things the way they were with his roommate. Then Evelyn was the one who brought up the whole affair of not being allowed to do anything. It made him laugh on the spot, and ever since then he’s somewhat teased her about it, but all in good fun. So bringing her coffee might cause another talk about how it just wasn't appropriate. He decided to ignore it and simply head to the firm; he was late enough as it was. Just like he had expected Lawrence walked into the firm without anyone telling him he was late or a comment whatsoever even. He headed for the little office his father had let him have rather than work in the common area with everyone else. A small post-it note was stuck on the screen of his computer, clearly from his father with his day’s tasks. One look at it told him everything would be done in about an hour. Another boring day it seemed. He was about to put the note aside when he noticed more writing on the back of the paper. Tomorrow: Court at 8 am with me. Sullivan case. As calm as he seemed from the outside, Lawrence was cheering loudly in his mind. His father was finally giving him a chance to take part of an actual case in court! That called for a celebratory coffee. He looked over at the time and decided that he would wait two hours before heading out. He’d have more than enough time to finish his tasks by then. He hadn’t really been wrong with his assumptions, and walked out of the firm two hours later without a thing left to do that day. He walked down the street, trying to decide where to eat when he passed by a small coffee shop. He would have completely ignored it if it wasn’t for the brunette sitting in the window, her nose in a book. A smile tugged at the corner of his lips, and he walked in without hesitation. It wasn’t his usual type of place, but it could do for today. He ordered a simple coffee and headed over to Evelyn, taking the seat across from her before even saying anything. ”Mind if I take this seat?” created by ADE! Pb-ified by WILL

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[evelyn tallulah golighly]

[style=font-family: times; font-size: 12px; letter-spacing: 1px; text-transform: lowercase; color: #989898; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;]nine oh four WORDS FOR LAWRENCE sorry i responded so quickly. i had the muse and it just escaped me lol. and its kinda long in return, which is either a good thing or bad thing (: DREAM [/style]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,450,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: #6d6d6d;] [style=padding: 10px; text-align: justify; font-family: arial; font-size: 10px; height: 475px; overflow: auto; color: #1e1e1e;]It was the first time in Evelyn’s history that she had ever been more than five minutes late to work. Usually, in her mind, she allowed five minutes after the requested time to be a ‘grace’ period. Today, she had surpassed that. Not by much, but by enough to make her stomach drop and her palms sweat. If she wanted a real designing job, all she had to do was call her father and he would probably hook her up, no problem. And some days, that was what she wanted to do. She hated the fact that she was stuck at work for ten to twelve hours a day, getting paid little money compared to some of her coworkers, and she hated that she was a gopher. It was she who had to fetch other people’s coffee, get the scarves from Armani Exchange, and write emails to Mila Kunis, asking if she would promote the newest product. She hated sucking up to people, and her job pretty much relied on that. Her boss, Marisa, was a hard ass and never gave Evelyn compliments on her work ethic, only downgraded her. And today, the first time she had ever been late, Marisa called her into that sterile white office and sat her down. For the briefest moment, the brunette thought she would be fired, but that was wrong. The whole conversations was reprimanding her for being late and not trying hard enough, the second one a complete fabrication of the truth, and Evelyn eventually tune the whole conversation out. Her mind began to wander to that forgotten coffee mug on the table and how she slightly wished Lawrence would surprise her and give her the cup. But realistically, she knew he wouldn’t. That would be too forward, and while he was one of her best friends, the conversation she had had with him made everything slightly awkward. Yes, she was greatly attracted to him and thought his personality (most of the time) match his dashing looks. And yes, she was afraid that given the right amount of alcohol, she would be consumed by lust and act in ways that no woman of her class should act. Evelyn had no idea if Lawrence felt the same way, if he was attracted to her or not, but he respected her boundaries. She knew he let her use the bathroom first in the morning, considering her need to look perfect, and never complained when she left her clothes in the washer for a couple hours longer than expected. And in return for his gentleman like appearance, Evelyn made sure to be back at the apartment by five to begin dinner. Every once in a while, she would order from the Chinese/Sushi or pizza place down the street, but she usually cooked. Already her mind was wandering to what she would prepare later. Marisa dismissed her, and Evelyn retreated back to her station, not caring the looks her work friend, Lauren, was giving her. While she adored Lauren’s personality, she hated the fact that she was nosey and needed to know everything. So without saying anything, Evelyn plugged her headphones in and began to send emails while sketching dress designs on the pad next to her. She had no idea when her ideas would be used. Someday, she knew, her designs would be walking down the runway in Milan and Paris, and she would be the one giving orders. That was her dreams. Some people wanted to be teachers or singers, but Evelyn wanted to design fashionable outfits that the everyday person could wear. A silly dream, but a possible one. Well, it was either that or becoming a socialite wife who planned events and raised her child right. Whichever one seemed more plausible and happened faster. And considering she wasn’t pregnant, her original dream was most likely to happen. Glancing at the clock and feeling her stomach rumble, Evelyn made her way out of the building and into the streets. Quickly, she ordered her usual from the coffee shop, pulled out her book and began to read. Reading was an escape, almost like drawing, except, well, it wasn’t the same. She could pretend to be in another universe, in another time, and have all the powers she wanted. Evelyn bit the bottom of her lip unconsciously before she felt the weight of the table dip and a deep drawl escape the lips in front of her. Had it been anyone else, she would have scowled at them for interrupting her, but it was Lawrence. ”Well, since you’re already making yourself at home, it’s fine” she teased, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear as she smiled at him. Her fingers closed the book and she took a sip of her coffee. ”I bet you’re already done with work, Mr. Perfect. That’s why you’re here, drinking coffee with me.” truth was, she was pretty much done with her work. A quick email to one more client and Evelyn would be free for the afternoon. Yet instead of finishing her work, her stomach had interrupted her and brought her to the place where she was at peace. ”And here I am, trying to grab some peace and quiet from my work. Who knew celebrities could be so demanding?” Realistically, Evelyn did, but she enjoyed complaining about the job she adored. It made her feel like a working class citizen. [/style]

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