god knows even angels fall `

[SOPHIA JAYE.]

you will fly and you will fall ,

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sophia's day off of work was always a leisurely one. it was about seven p.m and she was walking down the beach, her sandals in one hand and her camera in the other. she adored her camera; it was old and chunky and didn't always do what she wanted, but it was her camera. her parents had bought it for her for her sixteenth birthday. despite the fact her parents had romantically seperated when she was only five years old, sophia had continued to recieved joint presents from the two of them for her entire life. they were the reason why she felt that confrontation was pointless and that everything could be sorted out civily and through talking. this camera had captured a lot of pictures since she had first been given it and sophia never deleted a single one. she had two terabite harddrives at home filled with photos. she loved taking pictures of everything around her, which was why most of her days off were spent wandering through the city with her camera in hand. today she'd spent most of the day sat in central park taking out of focus shots of people going about their day. she didn't like taking pictures of strangers faces and liked abstract photos, so the whole idea had worked rather well. now she was at the beach, admiring the slowly descending sun and squidging her toes in the sand. it was a good evening to be outside.

sophia was naturally an outdoors girl. she didn't mind getting muddy or getting her hair wet or having to walk home because she missed the bus. she likes sitting in trees or taking picnics or exploring woods. the beach was quiet and peaceful at this time of day - everyone was starting to hit the bars now that the sun was cooling off. it made for nice photography. when the beach was clear she could get shots that stretched on for miles and miles. sophia held the camera up to her eye, dropping her sandals onto the floor and using her spare hand to focus the lense. she watched the waves slowly rolling up the beach through the viewfinder and quickly pressed the shutter as the white foam rose up a few inches above the ground. sophia smiled to herself as she let her camera fall back down to her side; maybe she would put that photo on her wall. in the distance she could hear the low rumble of an engine and wondered why anyone would want to take an engine anywhere near such a beautifully natural place. however, it was not her place to judge someone's actions, so she wouldn't. instead she kept walking along the beach, stopping at one point to lay on her front in front of the waves and take a macro shot of the sea as it slowly caressed the beach on which it lay. it was in this particular position that she felt the whoosh of air pass over her and heard the shout of someone alarmingly close. sophie quickly pushed herself up onto her knees and looked for whoever had yelled. she could see someone her own age scrambling up from the sand, pushing up a motorbike in the process and it all made sense. "sorry." she grimaced apologetically. "i should have realised i might be in the way... but the lighting was too pretty to miss..." she said, pushing her untamable hair off of her face and smiling at the stranger again.

outfit. no idea on the words. probably a little poor. never mind. for kate dearest <3

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[LUKAS THEIRAN.]

The bike growled underneath him. A smirk creapt across Lukas's lips, as the reverbarations from the two hundred and fifty pound machine underneath him, travelled up and down his body- causing his teeth to chatter mildly. Glancing up at the sky, he winced slightly at the brightness of the sun, before flipping his helmets visor down. Nobody would know who he was now. Twisting the revs, he felt the bike fighting underneath him; begging and pleading for release. Taking a final moment to take in the scenery, the slight sea breeze that caressed his leathers- the very leathers that would hopefully save his flesh and bones from impending doom, if he happened to crash into a docking ship or something. the gentle waves lapped up the shore, causing a filmy froth to linger on the sand, once is depositor had departed. heaven. lukas could think of nothing better than this. a day outdoors, doing the thing he loved. extreme sports always held an appeal to him. the danger was always part of the thrill. the knowledge that his life could so easily be threatened, by one single, minute mistake. death wasn't scary. death is the unknown. and the unknown is the only thing that keeps us striving to achieve.

Releasing the break, the bike powered forward, the noise of the engines ferocious growl, matched with the sound of the sand lashing behind them, as his wheels cut a track down the beach. Curving slightly towards a rock pile, at the base of the shore. The rocks must have been at least three foot in height. lukas' eyes, analysed the distance, providing the machine underneath him with the revs needed to clear the obstruction. his muscles bunched, as he sprung upwards, his body curving to the side, the bike lifting from the sand. being airborne is the single most amazing feeling in the entire world, Lukas decided. everything seemed to go in slow motion, yet it seemed as though it were over all too fast. his tyres once more hit the sand, his body lurching forward with the movement. he laughed, the exhilaration and adrenalin fresh in his veins. glancing behind him, he admired the jump he'd just cleared. how he heard it, he'd never know, a distinctive clicking noise... "like a... what was it" he thought... until his mind pinpointed the exact item. "a camera".

his eyes widened to their limits at the realisation, his head whipped round. just to make out a figure lying on the sand, less than three metres away from him. there was no way he was going to clear them. her. before he had time to think, his instincts kicked in, a verbal warning shouted he didn't even mean to utter. "fuck". he pulled out to the right, far to harshly, he knew he'd never gain control. the steering locked underneath him, as he flew through the air. he was just praying that he'd miss her. that he wouldn't squish her. his body impacted upon the ground. let me tell you, sand is not as soft as it looks, at sixty miles per hour. the breath was knocked out of him, as he crashed onto the sand, the bike landing on top of him. the engine decidedly going dead. a deathly silence followed. everything seemed to freeze. then he heard a voice. it didn't sound hurt. or angry. pushing the bike off him, he fought to catch his breath. dumping the bike down onto the sand beside him. Lukas braced himself, leaning down, his breathing ragged. he glanced upwards, towards the direction of the voice.

he couldn't really see anything. the dust from the sand, had obscured his visor. standing up tall, he dragged off his helmet, rubbing his eyes against the sudden harsh light. "no, no... I'm so sorry. it's all my fault,". still trying to catch his breath, in between words. removing his hands, he squinted at his surroundings, before his eyes settled upon his near victim. his eyes widened at the sight of her. she was beautiful. "I'm... really sorry" exhaling deeply.

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[SOPHIA JAYE.]

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as the driver took a moment to stand up and brush himself off sophia checked him over. he seemed okay - no cuts or bruises were showing at the moment. nor was he crying out in agony at any broken bones or choking and coughing up blood from an internal bleed. sophia was relieved by this; she would hate to have injured someone. it would have been terrible. she held her camera to her stomach, cradling it protectively with one of her arms whilst her other hand reached out to the person in front of her. "it's okay, really. i wasn't hurt and by the looks of it neither were you." she reassured him whilst reaching out to brush sand off of his shoulders. "that fall looked nasty though. are you sure you're okay? if you're not i can help you get somewhere to get checked over or something." this was typical sophia. she was such a mother hen. she had to make sure everyone was absolutely okay at all times and that there was no possible chance that they could be unhappy in the slightest. she was a big ray of sunshine cutting through the clouds in order to provide warmth for those below. she caught herself after brushing off one of the strangers shoulders and blushed, laughing a little, slightly nervous. "sorry. it's kind of a bad habit. it would have been bad if you'd damaged your leathers... so i was just... checking." not for the first time sophia realised she was actually a little too forward with people. she had a bit of an issue with personal space. she didn't really register that people might not like her touching them or standing too close. she was so completely open with everyone that she didn't really have personal barriers and therefore didn't think of other peoples.

at this moment however she realised that some socially accepted etiquette was needed. "i should have introduced myself before rabbitting on. i'm sophia." she said brightly, holding out her hand, this time for a handshake. the guy in front of her was good looking to be sure; his tousled blonde hair was nice, as was his jawline and he looked well built and handsome. however sophia found his eyes were a little more daredevil than his slightly boyband good looks would have suggesed. of course the motorbike hinted that he wasn't a sweet mama's boy, but sophia, once again, didn't really register this until it slapped her in the face. she was a bit of a dreamer, to say the least, and sometimes a little slow. she moved at her own pace through life. "do you want me clean your bike up?" she offered helpfully, looking too the machine laying on the beach. "it's probably all full of sand or something by now. i don't know if that might damage it... i don't know anything about bikes." sophia had a habit of talking for no real reason. this might have been one of the reasons she was a good friend - she was always good at finding something to talk about. she just went with the flow and asked whatever came to her mind. the sea wind caught her hair and flicked it across her face momentarily, leading to sophia pushing it back out of reflex. the strands got caught in her eyelashes as well. sophia ended up arguing with her hair for a few seconds and securing it behind her head with an elastic band from her wrist before turning back to the stranger and blushing a little. "sorry. here i am babbling on about nothing when all you probably want is to be on your way. there's a bit up the beach with more rocks if you wanted to go riding again? but be careful of the rock pools because they've got some rare crabs in..." she said, biting her lip a little. she was such a tree hugger. she was aware of most endangered animals in the area and where they lived. maybe this was why she was worried that this stranger had been riding on the beach where so much wildlife relied on the soft, unpolluted sand as a habitat.

noticing that she was babbling on again sophia smiled sheepishly, chewing her lower lip in the process. she turned her feet inwards like an upsidedown v and wriggled her toes in the sand whilst letting her hands play behind her back. the sun was setting to behind the strangers head now and made her squint a little when she looked at him again. "if you want, we can move your bike and you can hang around with me for a while? unless you're busy of course. or if you find sitting on beaches with strange girls an offputting idea. that's a perfectly good excuse too." sophia had a good feeling about this new person and kind of wanted to get to know him a little bit more instead of just let him wander off and never see him again. no doubt he had been around her age at school, though she had no idea who he was. after all, she had been out of school for a year now and the years she had spent there had been more of a daydream anyway.

outfit. no idea on the words. probably a little poor. never mind. for kate dearest <3

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[LUKAS THEIRAN.]

lukas cautiously stretched out each limb, as he started towards the girl in front of him, almost afraid that he'd probably ruptured or snapped some form of vital organ/bone. yet nothing appeared to be too damaged. just a dull throbbing echoed up his right hand side, from where the bike had landed. "shitty bike." he grumbled under his breath, shooting daggers to where the heap of metal lay discarded upon the sand. he noticed her checking him over, a slight grin toying with the corner of his mouth. only this time, he was sure she was checking him for visible injuries, rather than just checking him out. damn.

Lukas' eyes traced over her, coming to rest upon the camera cradled protectively to her chest. he quipped an eyebrow as she reached towards him, brushing the remnants of sand that was clinging to his motocross jacket. he stood in silence as she spoke, her voice was had a soft feminine lilt to it. he liked her voice. it suited her. a deadpan emotion covered his face, only disrupted by the cocked eyebrow. he listened to her bumble on, rambling, it was cute. he felt himself having to fight the urge to smile at her, as she stood there, invading his personal space and rambling on and on. a smile did break across those deadpan features, lighting up his face. laughing lightly under his breath at her words. "i'm fine. it looked worse than it felt, i'm sure," smiling in a way which he hoped would be reassuring. he didn't want her thinking he was about to collapse and die of multiple organ failure. just yet. "i'm sure," undoing the zipper of his motocross jacket, sliding himself out of it carefully, just in case there was an unknown injury underneath. deciding that that wasn't the case, lukas dropped the jacket onto the sand. leaving him stood wearing his motocross trousers and a white t-shirt.

the smile transformed into a wicked smirk at the fact she was still touching him, a low chuckle sounded in the back of his throat. " It's fine. It'd take a lot more than a little bit of sand to damage those leathers," stretching upwards, to loosen the stiff muscles in his neck. "and me apparently". accepting her handshake, he noted her name to memory. "Sophia... i like that name. it means wisdom, you know?" gently squeezing the hand that was in his, his thumb tracing little circles on the flesh. "well, sophia, it's a pleasure to meet you. my name is lukas, which means "an idiot that nearly runs pretty girls over on his motorbike" flashing her a wolfish grin.

following her eyes to the metal deathtrap that was sprawled across the sand, he had an idea as he listened to her offer. watching here nervous babbling and posture. "you're right, i do want to go back to biking... but how about this sophia..." gesturing to the bike. "you help me sort my bike out, and i'll take you for a ride?" laughing softly as the breeze caused sophia's hair to whip across her face; momentarily obscuring her features. i promise they'll be no face planting, or crazed crashes. we'll take it as slow as you want,". holding out his little finger towards hers. "pinky swear,".

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[SOPHIA JAYE.]

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Sophia felt better once she had been reassured that the stranger was okay. She hated the idea that someone had been hurt because she'd been laying across a publicly used route. She watched him quietly as he took off his jacket, satisfying herself that he was in one complete piece, before returning to the conversation at hand. Sophia liked that she'd made him smile, even if it had been by possibly sounding like an idiot for babbling on about absolutely nothing. He had a nice smile and it made her smile too; she fully believed that smiles were infectious. The best thing she'd ever heard was that everyone smiles in the same language. The sentiment was almost poetic it was so beautiful, at least in Sophia's mind. No matter where you went in the world or who you met, they would always recognise a smile for what it was. (unless of course you were in a weird mafia culture were smiling was a bad thing, then possibly frowning would be a better alternative.)

As his face changed to a smirk Sophia felt a little jolt run up from her hand and couldn't decide whether it was a nice jolt or a bad jolt. It felt nice, but was it for nice reasons? Her mind couldn't handle the confusing questions she was asking of it so she pushed the whole issue to the back of her mind. She laughed as he told her the meaning of her name. ”I didn't know that, nor would I believe it. Surely if I was wise then I wouldn't lay in the way of motorbikes?” she asked the rhetorical question and laughed a little after. She noted his name as well, letting their hands drop and resisting the urge to rub her hand on her thigh to try and rid it of the odd pins and needles feeling. ”I'm sure that isn't actually what Lukas means.” she laughed, pushing her fringe from her face as the coastal wind blew the strands haywire again. She accepted his compliment without complaint however, unlike most girls her age seemed to. The cloaked compliment made her blush slightly, though she blamed the pink tint of her cheeks on the fact that the wind was dropping in temperature slightly. She rubbed her forearms gently with her hands to fend off the goosebumps, though she didn't quite feel cold enough for them to be appearing. Altogether the whole thing was a little strange. Sophia didn't quite recognise the signs – possibly since her last relationship had been two years ago with someone who was, and still is, her best friend. She wasn't used to having strangers create such a physical impact and therefore didn't recognise her body's signs. ”Maybe your name means charmer, seeing as you seem rather smooth with the compliments.” she teased, smiling at him. She may have been out of the dating circuit for a while, but she still recognised flirting.

Leaning on one leg, she listened to Lukas speak. He had a smooth voice, similar to his smooth manner and cavalier charm. She bit her lip a little at the offer of sitting on the back of a bike that had nearly landed on her. She'd never been on a motorbike before and wasn't exactly sure she wanted too. Still, if she got to know Lukas maybe he would let her take some action shots of him riding. She could picture the image now – sand spraying into the air and he pulled the bike around in a sharp turn, or something else equally dramatic. The idea made her slightly more comfortable with the idea of sitting on a machine. Sophia didn't know how to drive; she tended to take a push bike if she ever needed to get somewhere in a hurry. She was far too aware of the pollution damage that some machines, particularly those for transportation, could cause. Lukas' reassurances were slowly warming her to the idea as well. ”Okay. I haven't been on a motorbike before though... Please don't tease me if I get scared.” she confessed sheepishly, stubbing her left food in the sand behind her. She held out her hand and shook her little finger with his, squeezing the two of them together.

”So... how heavy is this thing?” she asked, moving over to the motorbike and crouching next to it. ”Because I'm not very strong... At all.” she said, laughing at her own lack of muscle. She hooked her hands under parts of the bike and shifted it upright, assumingly with Lukas' help because she certainly couldn't have lifted it on her own. The whole thing had sand falling off of it in various places and Sophia started brushing the sand off of the seat and away from the handlebars. ”How fast can this go exactly?” she asked apprehensively. Now that she was stood next to it she felt more aware of how powerful it was. The idea was terrifying and exhilarating at the same time. She didn't think her legs would swing over it with the ease that she suspected Lukas' would – it was quite a bit higher than her push bike. ”I don't have any... y'know, protective clothes.” she mentioned, folding her arms so that her hands rested on her upper arms defensively. ”And where would I hold on?” she asked, confused. There wasn't a little bit on the back of the seat that the second person could hold on to, maybe because it was a different sort of motorbike to the kind she saw on the road. She wouldn't normally consider hugging a stranger that big of an issue, but for some reason the idea of being that close to Lukas sent a small shiver through her that definitely wasn't caused by the wind.

outfit. no idea on the words. probably a little poor. never mind. for kate dearest <3

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[LUKAS THEIRAN.]

the slight pink blush that crept along sophia's cheeks, was truly adorable. it made the grin that was plastered upon his own face widen. "charmer? that depends whether my charm actually fulfills its purpose of charming," considering this he chewed on the corner of his lip. "or whether it just fails miserably, and makes me look like a total asshole..."
the suspicious gaze she cast at the bike, caused him to have to bite back laughter. she looked as though he were trying to poison her, not invite her for a ride to take in the picaresque landscapes at a brisk speed. the breeze swept around them, causing a slight lift of sand to raise into the air; lukas raised his hand to shield his eyes. chuckling softly he lowered his eyes to hers, noticing they were set wide. "you've never rode a motorbike? grinning wickedly. "well this will be an experience for you," laughing out loud at the look on her face at his words. "i won't tease you..." biting softly at the corner of his lip, in mock deliberation. "well. much anyway,". he decidedly attempted to ignore the tingling heat that was left lingering on his skin, from where they'd undertaken the sacred pinky promise vow.

how heavy is it?" moving beside her. "wow tiger, steady on..." reaching down, and lifting the majority of the weight the bike possessed, before she could do herself any damage. "it isn't that light! and you're only little," pointedly looking down on the top of her head, and resting his elbow on her shoulder. "you see? the perfect arm rest,". lukas' eyes swept over the black bike, that was now upright. leaning forward he brushed the sand off the paintwork. checking that there wasn't too much damage inflicted by the fall. he heard her question him, as he was doing this. "how quick can it go?" a forced nonchalant tone taking over his voice. "oh. not very fast. this is a kx500... meaning... it can reach a top speed of around," pausing for affect, whilst pretending to polish the paintwork. "120mph". standing up straight, he towered over her at six foot three, the bike even looked bigger than usual next to her petite frame. smiling earnestly, he picked up the helmet and motocross jacket. "here. you can use mine." tapping the helmet before handing it over. "i'll be fine," he paused to think for a moment. " i would offer you the trousers as well, but i think that would be more of a hindrance than a help. they would drown you," tapping his index finger lightly on the tip of her nose.

"and where would you hold on? lukas actually through back his head, and laughed to the sky at this. closing his eyes, he laughed until the laughter subsided. "that sophia, is the best thing about this whole ride," stepping closer towards the bike, he picked her up gently. since she totally wouldn't be able to swing herself over onto the bike. and frankly, there were no stepladders available. lowering her down onto the bike, he completed his sentence. "you will have to hold onto me," flicking her visor down, to protect her face. he slide on in front of her, kicking the bike into life. hold on tight". the reverberations began underneath them. a familiar adrenalin poured through his veins. "are you ready?" revving for acute emphasis, to let her feel the power underneath them. trust me.... the bike leaped into life, racing forward, the wind lashing around them.

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[SOPHIA JAYE.]

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Sophia was feeling decidedly excited by now. It was a weird sensation for her – she was normally a very happy person naturally, but excitement was a rare emotion for her because her life was quite simple. Sophia let Lukas lean on her shoulder, jabbing his side teasinglyShe found herself excited by the fact the bike could go fast, instead of being terrified of falling off of it. She considered briefly tickling him whilst his arm was resting on her shoulder, but figured that if he wasn't ticklish then she would look very silly. ”Don't think you can use me as an armrest just because I'm little. I'll attack your shins or something, seeing as I can reach them.” she joked, laughing again. It was nice to find laughing so easy with someone. Lukas inspired her to laugh and smile and feel special, possibly because of how charming he was. Sophia wasn't normally affected by charm, probably because she'd spent most of her adolescence liking her best friend. However, now she was older and should be wiser, when in fact she was now experiencing a spontaneous teenage crush for the first time.

She shook her head playfully, her hair flicking around, as he tapped her nose, as if trying to shake him away like a cat who doesn't want to be fussed. Of course, she actually like the attention, but being playful was more fun. Taking the helmet from Lukas she put it over her head and burst into giggles as she felt how big it was on her. ”My head is rattling around.” she said, amused. She had to push her hair out of her eyes so that she could see where the arms of the jacket were as she put it on. It was far too big for her, hanging off of her shoulders and hiding her hands by a good few inches. ”It's times like these I wish I was bigger.” she commented, pushing the jacket back on her arms to no avail. Before she could try again her attention was diverted by Lukas talking again. He seemed to command her attention every time he did something. She laughed with him, imagining herself in his large trousers.

Before she stopped laughing, Lukas had picked her up. Luckily the jacket protected her from the confusing pins and needles of skin to skin contact, but she still felt a little bit of a pulse through her body as her body registered that it was about to be very, very close to Lukas. She watched him through the visor as he shut it and nodded as he asked her if she was ready. The revving made her jump a little – it wasn't a sensation she was used to. She wrapped her arms around Lukas for security, now acutely aware of the situation she was in. Trust me. She did trust him, oddly, though he was riding a crazy motorbike across a far from safe beach. She gripped him tighter as the bike sped up and resisted the urge to try and hide her face between his shoulder blades. The bike was going too fast now for her to possibly guess and she was partly scared, but mostly enjoying the adrenalin rush. She laughed to herself, hoping the sound would remain inside the crash helmet. The bike was headed towards the rocks further down the beach and Sophia leant to the side slightly to make sure they weren't about to hurt any of the rock pools that she knew were in this area. Satisfied that the wildlife was safe she allowed herself to realise that the bike was about to go into the air. She bit her lip, gripping Lukas tightly – she felt oddly safe though; he's pinky promised he'd not let her be hurt and she believed him.

outfit. no idea on the words. probably a little poor. never mind. for kate dearest <3

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[LUKAS THEIRAN.]

lukas had sat astride a motorbike at the age of three months, according to the tales his parents told him. however, unlike the stories his grandad told to anybody who would actually listen, after a few too many whiskys, lukas, did not, at three months old, hijack his fathers motorbike, drive it around the local area and eventually crash it through the neighbours fence, nearly cripple their flea riddled devil cat, and finish with the grand finale of landing in the neighbours pool... with his fathers bike. this was in fact lukas aged thirteen. at three, lukas had merely sat astride his dad, as he'd drove it slowly up and down the drive. aged six, lukas received his first mini motocross bike, and aged ten began competing. ever since then motorbikes had been a key fixture in his life. you could probably categorise lukas, as an adrenalin junkie. he thrived off the feeling of it pouring throughout your veins, the increased pulse. the thrill was what lukas lived for.

he loved riding across the beach. freedom. the sea. the breeze. the loneliness. fair enough, he'd be screwed if he had an accident down here. but lukas didn't really listen to the danger. he acknowledged it, but ignored it. he was still shaking his head as he kicked off the bike, muttering under his breath. "head rattling around indeed... i think she's trying to tell me i have a big head,". he gave the bike another sharp burst of gas, trying to distract himself from the searing heat he could feel through his thin t-shirt. the heat from where she was touching him. the heat he could feel through motocross leathers. oh, why were females so distracting. well, this one especially. lukas never invited females on his bike. ever. not that any female ever would have shown an interest in it, they'd be far more interested in mani/pedi's at the mall. lukas rolled his eyes at this thought. however, sophia wasn't phased, she actually seemed quite... excited. the bunched up figure behind him, didn't feel full of tension, it felt full of suspense. waiting. he grinned at the feeling of her arms tightening around his waist. "it's OK," curving the bike towards the shore. "now let me show you what this bad boy can do,". he lent forward, twisting the nozzle, feeling the bike give a further burst of energy. they raced through the surf, the water saturating them, as lukas continued to race through the water. the spray hit them, lukas' shirt clung to his flesh, we all know what white clothing goes like when exposed to moisture.

lukas flung his head backing, laughing in pure glee as he raced through the water. pushing the bike through its paces. he saw a brief pile of small rocks, to the right of the shore. the perfect approach, a slight incline that would allow the bike the lift needed to clear the jump. deliberating, "hold on,"he shouted back to her. "i hope you're ready to fly?" gunning it on the revs. his muscles bunched, acknowledging that her grip around his waist, was tight enough to be safe. then they were airborne. sailing through the air. clearing the rocks by a good two feet. freedom. then all to quick, it was over and they landed. laughing, lukas swung his leg out, hitting the breaks they skidded in a curve to they halted. lukas wore the grin of an impish child. a child that knows they did something they should have done, but hopes that by looking cute, they'll get away with it. he through a a grin over his left shoulder at her, noticing her grip still tight on his waist. his eyes twinkling. "well?

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[SOPHIA JAYE.]

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Sophia squealed as they went through the water, drawing her legs up from the waves as the cold water hit her exposed skin. She laughed inside the crash helmet, securing her hold around Lukas by gripping his now wet shirt with her hands. She could feel his skin underneath her fingers – it felt warm, almost too warm. She was aware of the muscles that would be under her hands and how they might tense as his shoulders did when the bike approached the rocks. Sophia tried to keep her mind on the experience of sitting on a motorbike but it kept wandering back to the person in front of her. Even through the crash helmet (or maybe it was the crash helmet) she could smell either his shampoo or deodorant; she wasn't sure which. Whichever it was smelt gorgeous. Sophia wasn't quite sure what to make of her thoughts about this person who was basically a stranger. The ponderings were cut short as he spoke to her, sending her already rapidly beating heart just a bit faster (whether it was his voice or his words she wasn't quite sure). She took her warning and gripped his torso as tightly as she dared, holding tighter when the bike rose up into the air.

She was flying. Genuinely, flying through the air, on a deathtrap motorbike, with a stranger, in shorts. She was momentarily glad that she'd worn longer shorts instead of daisy dukes and that she'd put her shoes on before getting on the motorbike and that her hat was safely stashed in her pocket so that she wouldn't lose it. Her camera was in it's bag underneath the jacket she was wearing and held safely to her side by her arm. In a moment of madness she wanted to throw her arms out and pretend she was actually flying like a bird, but common sense stopped her. It felt a little like the moment in Titanic where Rose was stood at the front of the boat and felt as if the whole ocean was spread out before her. Of course, Sophia didn't have the whole ocean, and she wasn't on a boat and she was in fact gripping on to a gorgeous smelling (and rather gorgeous generally) boy. With a slight bump, Sophia was quite glad to find herself back on the ground, though hadn't quite adjusted enough to let go of Lukas yet. She could only just reach the floor from where she was sat and didn't feel particularly comfortable attempting to balance.

Flicking the visor of the crash helmet up, Sophia grinned at Lukas. ”Absolutely terrifying.” she said, her grin still in place. It had been rather scary, but it had been a good kind of scary. ”Though I guess it was a little bit fun.” she teased, pulling the crash helmet off of her head for a minute so that she could get some fresher air. She flicked her hair out, losing her hair band in the process so that her hair fell everywhere in a crazy mess. It hid her blush as she attempted to free her face from the brunette birds nest. ”That move always works so much better in movies.” she laughed, finally freeing her face. Now that she was free of the helmet she could see the sparkle in Lukas' eyes; it was warm and beautiful and excited. Sophia smiled at him and took her other arm (the one that hadn't been removing the crash helmet) away from his waist, noticing that she was still half holding him. She looked down at herself for a moment, temporarily unsure of what to say, and realised that the front of her white shirt had been caught by the waves when they'd driven into the ocean.

The blush that spread across Sophia's face was incredible. However, she quickly made herself recover. Lukas would have seen girls bras before, just as she had seen guys topless; it would be fine. She still crossed her arms self consciously though. The sun was setting a little now and she either wanted to be entirely soaked or entirely dry. A sudden idea came to her. ”Fancy going for a swim?” she asked, uncrossing her arms then grabbing onto Lukas' shoulders when she felt herself losing balance on the bike. ”I'm sure your bike and stuff would be fine on the beach. No one comes past the rock pools at this time of night.” she said, regaining her confidence and ability to babble. ”I'd say I'd race you to the water, but I'm not sure I can get off your bike without falling face first into all of the sand.” she said, laughing.

outfit. no idea on the words. probably a little poor. never mind. for kate dearest <3

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[LUKAS THEIRAN.]

exhilarated, exuberant, intoxicated, joyous, lively, elated, excited, active, alert, animate, vitalized... happy. they were all words that perfectly fitted lukas theiran's mood at the exact moment in time. though whether this mood was due to his usual ride across the beach, or in fact the female that was situated on the back of his bike? well. only lukas knows that. and if he chooses not to tell me, then i am kept in the dark as much as the rest of you. she was funny. she was cute. she was adorable. she was daring. "i mean what girl do you know" lukas thought to himself, "that would go on a motocross bike, with no fear for their clothes, their hair or their latest pair of rabbit skin heels". he couldn't help but return the grin, that was staring at him through the now pushed up visor. bright eyes, sparkled up at him. a smile claimed his lips. smiling with her seemed inevitable. so much so, his face began to hurt from all the effort. lukas wasn't one to laugh or smile with people, unless they were genuinely funny, or made him smile.

he cracked up laughing as he heard he claim it was only a little bit fun. " A LITTLE BIT FUN? crooking his eyebrow, his mouth dropping open in mock horror. " so, that wasn't you i could hear laughing behind me then!" quickly leaping forward, and snapping the visor down once more. he laughed. "you are so busted!". he tried to stifle a giggle as she attempted to remove her helmet in an appealing fashion, but failed miserably. he snorted slightly under his breath. "no, this is far more amusing than in the movies," lunging forward, expecting a sharp jab in the ribs. it appeared she had almost forgotten she was wrapped around his body; well you'd assume so, with the speed she removed her arm from around his waist. once she'd realised it was there. however, with her leaning back, it only revealed that the front of her white top had done very much the same, as what his own had. lukas noticed the blush creeping up her cheeks, and reminded herself to avert his eyes. preoccupying himself with the now very interesting kick stand. "one,one thousand. two,two thousand. three, three thousand," he muttered underneath his breath. attempting to provide a suitable distraction. hey, he is male after all. this is real life, not twilight. he isn't exactly a hundred and seven year old virgin.

he glanced up at her face, yes her face. always the face. look at the damn face lukas. the face. yes, thats a good boy. lukas glanced up at sophia's face, when he heard her soft lilt, question whether he wanted to go for a swim. he grinned. he loved swimming. and since he was practically saturated anyway, it wouldn't make much of a difference. he lent back against her when she spoke about racing him to the water. his head twisted, till his lips brushed her ear, his warm breath tickling her neck. " even if you could get off. i can assure you. you'd never beat me," he grinned. leaning forward, he slid off the bike. offering her an arm to support herself with. once he was sure she was on dry ground. and not about to fall over. he pulled his wet shirt over his head, exposing his torso to the beach and all who happened to be spying on them. gladis davies, of appleby street was currently perched in her third floor attic with a pair of binoculars, taking in the scene. he then slipped down his leathers, revealing a pair of bright green board shorts.

he quipped an eyebrow at her. "i thought you were going to race me? playfully jumping up and down on the spot. rearing to go. "on your marks... get...set". before he'd even shouted go, he was off sprinting towards the water, glancing over his shoulder and laughing into the breeze.

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[SOPHIA JAYE.]

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Sophia was laughing and squirming and blushing and tingling all at once. She couldn't quite focus long enough on one sensation to identify it before another one set in. First she was laughing because he was teasing her, then she was wriggling because he was jabbing her side and she was exceptionally ticklish, then she was blushing because of her wet clothes and then she was tingling because he whispered in her ear, so close she could feel his lips gently brush her skin. It was almost electric. Suddenly she was aware of every cell of skin that his breath touched and every lilt in every word he said. She was glad his face was by her ear at that moment – he wouldn't see her blush. She felt her cheeks cool as he drew away from her and allowed herself to laugh. ”I'm small but mighty. Don't mess.” she said, though she knew that she'd never beat him to the waves. She was fast for someone so small, yes, but he had an extra six inches of leg to help him. It was a bit of an unfair advantage really. Still, Sophia was up for the challenge.

Using his arm she swung herself off of the bike, pushing the jacket from her shoulders and letting it drop on the floor along with the crash helmet, then putting her camera safely inside the helmet. She caught glimpes of him in the corner of her eye as he stripped down to swimming shorts and tried to make sure she didn't stare. Seeing as she wasn't prepared for swimming she would stick to her clothes instead, only having to kick off her shoes before being ready to sprint down the beach. Laughing, Sophia took her place next to Lukas, ready to run as soon as he did. Of course, he took off before even saying to go but she didn't mind. Putting as much speed into her running as she could she tried to catch up with Lukas before too much spare was put between them. As soon as she drew level with him she shoulder rammed him, attempting to push him off course and take over. The shove slightly outbalanced her, though Sophia kept her footing in the soft sand, now only a few metres from the sea. She could hear Lukas near her but didn't turn to look, instead cartwheeling the final few feet into the ocean.

Turning, she saw Lukas next to her and grinned, her hair a mess from the wind and running. Then again, when was her hair not a mess? ”See, small and mighty.” she said with a grin. However, if she'd beaten him to the surf (she hadn't been watching him in order to know how had gotten there first) then he probably slowed up in order to let her. Either way, she was now in the ocean. Luckily the tide wasn't too strong, because there wasn't much of Sophia and it was easy for her to get caught by strong currents. She looked at Lukas craftily and waded deeper into the ocean until she was deep enough to float on her back. From here she could admire his body, subtly, disguising it as if she were watching him instead. As soon as she realised she was in fact checking him out, Sophia sought to cover it up by kicking water in his direction. ”I bet I can hold my breath for longer than you.” she said, eager to start another competition between them. Even if she never got to win, it was always fun to try. She righted herself, setting herself up to her waist in the water and forgetting that her shirt would be clinging to her body and navy blue bra, walking a couple of steps closer to Lukas. ”This is the point where either we have a really childish water fight or you start up some sort of amusing conversation during which we both casually swim around and pretend that we're ignoring how silly the other person looks with wet hair.” she said, her smile back on her face. Smiling felt even more natural around Lukas, as if being anything but elated would almost be a crime.

outfit. no idea on the words. probably a little poor. never mind. for kate dearest <3

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[LUKAS THEIRAN.]

she shoved him. yes, you heard correct. she actually pushed him whilst they were running towards the shore. this addictive little imp, actually attempted to knock him off balance. hoping to send him crashing onto the butterscotch resembling sand. lukas couldn't quite believe it. whipping his head around, he stared at her. genuine shock written across his features. his grey eyes widened in disbelief. his ability to utter a witty comeback to this action, or a charming response in regards to her competitive streak- appeared to have sunk quicker than the titanic. pun once more, totally intended. lukas' sprint had dropped considerably, due to the shock of the situation, it was more of a gentle jog now. this allowed sophia to draw even with him. he continued to merely gawp at her. sure, he cheated. i'm pretty sure if you checked his birth certificate, there it would be. "lukas 'i cheat' theiran". but he was lukas theiran. that was purely and simply in his nature. he was sarcastic, arrogant, and pf a bit of a know-it-all. but her? she looked as though 'butter wouldn't melt'. he shook his head laughing at the irony of the situation. a low growl escaped his throat. "petculant little imp,"

then they hit the water. the spray was cold against his bare stomach and torso. immediately causing an array of goosebumps, to break out all over his flesh. wadding deeper, he felt her gaze following him. a knowing smirk flickered across his lips. he quickly disgiused this by heading into deeper water. until the water was up to his midrift. he stood, his back to her, taking in the surroundings. basking in the warmth of the sun, the slight breeze tickling him. listening to the... lukas leapt about a hundred metres out of the water, into the air. something had splashed him. a rouge wave, maybe? he probably would have believed it were a wave that splashed him. that was until he turned around and saw the guilty expression written across her petite features. he listened to the words, that spilled out of her lips, with a raised eyebrow. something about who could hold their breath longer, and then how silly he looked with wet hair. a wolfish grin, slipped onto his face. he leered at her, prowling forward like a predator stalking their prey. "did you just say my hair..." lurching forward, his eyes never leaving her. "that my hair looked ridiculous? his eyed narrowed, "because after riding around with a helmet on my head all day, helmet hair is a sensitive subject... continuing towards her. drawing closer and closer. "but its even more of a sensitive subject after wearing a helmet all day, nearly running someone over, and headbutting the beach in the process of avoiding them," he lunged at her.

his body collided with hers, his arms wrapping around her frame. he crashed under, dragging her into the water with him. the water surrounded them. all he could hear was the roar of the ocean, ringing throughout his ears. his fingers reaching for her sides. making sure she couldn't get away. he didn't want to lose her to the tide. or allow of hungry crab to have their wicked way with her. he could feel her struggling against him. laughing, he spluttered to the surface. wrapping an arm around her waist, to make sure she didn't drown. that would be unlucky. nearly ran over and drowning on the same day. he lifted her slightly so her face was his level. the waves bashing against his back. he had to laugh at the look plastered across her face. her now slick hair. though he didn't imagine for a moment that his hair looked mcuch better. this may have been the smartest idea that he'd had all day. "now who's the one looking ridiculous with wet hair" a smug smirk showing that lukas theiran was feeling very pleased with himself.

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[SOPHIA JAYE.]

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Sophia tried to keep a straight face as Lukas walked towards her in a mock-menacing fashion, however she couldn't help the stream of giggles that escaped her as he looked down on her with his incredibly serious expression. She would have backed up a couple of steps, but she was partly scared of falling over and partly thrilled by the fact that he was so close to her. She could practically feel the electricity jumping off of her skin, which probably wasn't a good thing considering they were stood I water. As Lukas grew closer to her Sophia continued to giggle, holding her hands over her mouth in an attempt to hide her smile. ”Actually I said your hair-” she was cut off as Lukas jumped at her, giving her just enough time to draw a breath before her body hit the water and she squeezed her eyes shut against the sea that swarmed over her. Sophia still continued to laugh, trying to hold her breath for as long as she could. Despite how nice the restraining arms around her felt Sophia continued to struggle against Lukas to no avail, instead manoeuvring herself closer to his chest, not that she was really complaining.

Before her limited oxygen supply ran out she felt Lukas rise to the surface and followed suit, putting her feet back securely on the ground. Yet, this was pointless as Lukas lifted her a good eight inches off of said ground easily so that she was eye level with him. Once again Sophia burst into giggles, though she could barely see him through her mop of hair that had now plastered itself to her face. She tried to push it back with her small fingers but didn't have much success. Instead, she reached across and messed up Lukas' hair (further), spiking up the blonde mess and creating a Jedward quiff. ”Your hair still looks sillier.” she said, laughing and trying to wriggle free of Lukas' strong arms before he dumped her in the water again for messing with his hair. She tried to flick her hair out of her face one more time but didn't really have much success. Most of her fringe was now obscuring her from seeing. ”I'll sort your hair out if you sort mine.” she said, resting her elbows on Lukas' shoulders and resting her forehead on his. ”Otherwise you're going to have to look at me and my 'The Ring' style hair. I think it's that film anyway, you know the one with the weird graveyard girl?” Say hello to Sophia, the expert waffler.

Yet, despite the fact her clothes were mostly see through, plastered to her body or both, Sophia didn't feel self conscious. Even though her hair was ridiculous and she was incredibly close to someone who was pretty much a stranger, she still felt completely at ease. Lukas was very easy for her to be natural around. As the waves started to pick up a little bit Sophia began to feel a little precarious in Lukas' arms, even if they were very warm and comforting, and wriggled to get down. ”The waves are going to sweep my feet away if I'm not careful.” she said in all seriousness. The sea wind was also now starting to make her shiver a little. ”Do you mind if we go and find somewhere to dry off? Maybe go get some chips and we can sit on the beach for a while? Unless you have to go of course.” Sophia couldn't help but not want him to leave. She hadn't felt this good around someone since she'd been going out with Jake, though this thought scared her rather than comforted her.

outfit. no idea on the words. probably a little poor. never mind. for kate dearest <3

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[LUKAS THEIRAN.]

she was laughing at him. hysterical giggles were bubbling from sophia's lips. at him. because of how he looked. because of his hair. narrowing his eyes, he exhaled a huffed breath. if that wasn't enough, she then began to run her fingers through it. spiking it up, to a ridiculous height, so he resembled a person who had just jammed a fork in an electrical socket. lukas had never actually stabbed a form in an electrical socket. this was another one of the stories that his grandad, often got wrapped around his neck. it was infact a metal fork in a toaster. he was trying to prevent the last bagel from burning! fair enough, he broke the fifty dollar toaster. for the sake of a dollar bagel. and blew the electrics throughout the whole house, singing the metal slightly. but hell, it was the last bagel. and he was hungry.

he growled. "you are..." he searched for the right words, and settled for dumping her back in the water. "HA!" grinning smugly down at the mass of hair that had risen from the water. "who looks sillier now... and don't you dare say me,". he smiled at her explanation of 'the ring'. " yeah, i've seen that movie. the scariest thing about that movie was her hair..." stroking his chin in mock deliberation. "i suppose, it would be for the greater good me sorting your hair out... that way no innocent bystanders will be scared senseless, if they see you,". he picked her up once more, from where he'd dumped her back into the water. "you're going to have to hold onto me, so i can sort it out then," he secured her legs around his waist, placing her hands on his shoulders. he crooked at eyebrow at her expression. "you either hold on... or you get dumped back in the water once more. i don't have seven thousand hands you know,". he deliberated where to start, gently drawing his finger along what he assumed would be the parting line. attempting to untangle the knots. "have you never heard of a hairbrush woman," grumbling underneath his breath.

when he was satisfied with the job he'd done on her hair; he smirked at her. "i don't expect you to be able to reach to do my hair," making a point by untangeling her legs and setting her down onto the sea floor. where she was a great number of inches smaller than him. in actual fact she came up to his chest. a low chuckle rumbled in his throat. "come on. i'll kneel down on the beach for you to do it," prodding her in the back, urging her towards to sand. when he reached the shore, he walked straight over to where his jacket was, picking it up. "dry yourself with this, until we go somewhere to dry properly." handing her his white t-shirt for afterwards. "then put this on, i'll be fine. and i won't look..." extending his little finger. but quickly retracting it. "infact no. i won't promise that," mock seriousness quickly washing over his features. " a herd of angry farmers may descend upon the beach, with torches and pitchforks... in that case" flashing a wicked grin. " i would have to look,". humming an innocent tune under his breath, attempting to look as if butter wouldn't melt, but failing.

he began fussing over his bike, whilst he waited. distinctly aware that now he wasn't wearing a shirt, he'd feel that odd heat, he had from her earlier. but maybe it was a fluke. yes, that's what it must have been. he continued to hum softly under his breath, trying to focus more on what he was going to eat from the chip-shop, and less on the girl changing within the twenty metre radius. kicking the bike into gear, he waited for her patiently. deciding that he'd take her to get clothes from her house, before heading to his own to change. he felt her clamber on behind him, slightly annoyed at himself for how aware he was of her. how she smelt. the heat of her body. the annoyance turned to shock, when her arms wrapped around his bare torso. it felt as though a thousand electric shock had be forced into his body. he was sure he had jumped. clearning his throat, he didn't dare turn round to meet her eye. "helmet on?" waiting for her answer. " where to my lady?

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[SOPHIA JAYE.]

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Sophia didn't really have any problem with hooking her legs around Lukas' waist. This was, of course, because it prevented them being swept away in the water. Also, he was warm. Also, it was nice. She leant her elbows on his shoulders again and let him sort out her hair, rolling her eyes as he commented on all of the knots. ”That's from you dumping me in the sea.” she retaliated playfully, sticking her tongue out at him. She flinched a couple of times as he pulled on her hair but was otherwise virtually unpained by the whole experience. She almost protested as he put her back in the water, mostly due to the fact it was cold. Yet, protesting wouldn't have done her any good from her height. Sophia was decidedly short next to Lukas, her eyes level with the top half of his chest. ”You know how to make me feel little.” she joked, following him back to the beach whilst attempting to wring out her tshirt. However, instead of kneeling as promised in order to let Sophia sort out his hair, Lukas passed her his jacket and shirt instead. She was too cold in her saturated clothing to protest at using his jacket as a towel, accepting the shirt afterwards to change into. She arched her eyebrows as he said he wouldn't look and laughed as he withdrew his finger for a pinky promise. ”If farmers do some towards us with torches and pitchforks, make sure to save a torch to start a fire with so that we can dry off next to it.” she teased, turning away from Lukas and peeling her shirt off of her body. Afterwards she used the jacket to rub her torso and arms dry, resigned to the fact that she would to keep her wet, sand filled, bra on for now. After pulling on Lukas' shirt she tied her hair into a loose knot and turned back to face him.

She watched him fuss over his bike for a moment and smiled, trying to ignore the fact he was topless and giving her a full view of his body. This wasn't like Sophie in the slightest, she didn't check people out or admire men's chests or think about how people would look naked (though she hadn't yet imagined Lukas in this predicament, just to be sure), it was completely unlike her. She was normally rather modest and chaste about everything. Then again, after being basically topless in her see through shirt this evening, a degree of modesty had already been lost. At his beckoning Sophia picked up her camera, slipped on her shoes and his jacket and pushed herself on to the back of the motorcycle. The helmet went on her head just after this and she wrapped her arms around Lukas' torso again, feeling the unusual warmth where his bare skin was against her hands. Her arms went all tingly, though she was determined to ignore it. She felt Lukas tense but as the engine roared into life she didn't quite have the courage to let go of him. ”My house is just around the corner, bluebell drive?” she said with a questioning intonation. ”It's the second blue house on the left. We can go there and dry off properly and change and stuff.” she said. Seeing as Sophia lived right next to the coast all of the houses in her road were of different pastel colours. Mostly they were yellow and pink, though a few were blue and green, including her own. As Lukas steered the bike off of the beach sand flew up around them, making Sophia close her eyes out of reflex despite the fact she had a helmet on.

Within a couple of minutes they had arrived at her house and stopped outside of her door. There were no cars parked there because, of course, Sophia didn't drive. Most of the people in her road were retired pensioners or other poor young adults like herself, so cars were few. With some difficulty Sophia removed herself from the motorbike and took off the helmet, messing up her already messy hair in the process. ”Do you want to come in for a bit? I'll try and find you a shirt or something to wear that's dry and you can wash the sea salt out of your hair.” she offered, turning from him to open the front door. Her house was by no means large. It was a two up, two down kind of property, where you walked straight into the living room and then went through to the kitchen diner. The stairs were in the living room, leading to a tiny landing from which you could reach the bedroom and the bathroom. The house wasn't exactly much, but it had been cheap to buy and Sophia considered it home. It had been a wreck when she first bought it, but since she'd moved in she'd done a lot of work so that most of the rooms had nice smooth, freshly painted walls, and clean, if a bit old, furniture. The walls were also covered in large prints of her photography, varying on their focus from room to room. The living room was mainly animal shots, whilst the kitchen was filled with landscape photos. Sophia held the door open for Lukas to walk in through, shutting it behind him and kicking off her shoes. ”Feel free to get a drink, there's most stuff in the kitchen.” she said with a smile, heading to the stairs. ”I'll be down in just a second, I'm just going to wash my hair.”

Sophia wasn't the kind of girl to take forever to do something. She went upstairs quickly, dumped her shoes in the bottom of her wardrobe and took her dressing gown to the bathroom. Quickly showering, shampooing her hair with her favourite orange shampoo, Sophia stepped out and dried herself off before popping downstairs to check on Lukas. ”The shower is free if you want it. I think I have a couple of shirts that should fit you that I stole from a friend to use a pyjamas if you want me to find them.” she said wiith a smile, her face glowing nicely now that it was clean. ”I'll put the kettle on too, then we can have a drink and go somewhere for some food if you want? I've not got much in because I do my shopping tomorrow.” Sophia stepped past Lukas to flick the kettle on then took some mugs out of the cupboard. On the other side of the kitchen Sophia leant down and took some clothes out of the tumble dryer before heading back to the lounge. ”I'm just going to get dressed. Feel free to use what you like then just knock and come in to my room and we'll see if we can find you a dry shirt.” she said, retreating back upstairs. Dressing quickly was far easier than washing quickly, so Sophia had also had chance to half dry her hair and put it up in a messy ponytail before the knock came on her door. ”Come in.” she said, reassured by the fact that she kept her room incredibly tidy so there would be no embarrassing things like dirty underwear or childhood teddies on the floor.

NEWWWW outfit. no idea on the words. probably a little poor. never mind. for kate dearest <3

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