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R.J. And Heather


Heather knew that Lila was basically the Devil. Her best friend Zoe had impressed that upon her. Zoe was always negative. She'd once been popular and happy, but all that changed. She was no longer happy, and tried to decrease her friend ratio, although most people tried to INCREASE it.
Heather tried to remain positive despite her best friend's resistance towards her recent breakup with a guy she loved. Not really a breakup, but a death. Tyler had been a fabulous boyfriend and friend. Zoe had once had gorgeous auburn hair, but now it was pitch black.

Zoe hated Lila so much because she blamed her for Tyler's death, and she was his craziest ex. Heather had had boyfriends before, but it had been a while, Jack had been a cheater.
Now Heather walked towards the auditorium with hope. A few days ago, she'd tried out for Perdita in Shakespeare's 'A Wizard's Tale'. She'd gotten the part, and Zoe got to play Dorcas. But they had yet to meet the guy who'd play the main character.
The sense of suspense didn't last long. Heather saw a man with long brown hair down to his thick waist with a guitar wrapped around him. Obviously a music freak, like her. He saw her but didn't say or do anything major, but his mouth opened a little when he laid his eyes on her. He looked down and adjusted his Woe, Is Me shirt.
Heather massaged her blond scalp and blinked her bluish-green eyes. The guy just stood there, staring. "Who is he?" she asked Brett, the stage manager. "Hmm? Oh, that's R.J., he's playing Florizel. He was Tyler's brother, and a real music-lover at that."

Heather looked at Zoe. "Did you know this?" "Nope. I swear to God, I didn't even know he had a brother." R.J. began walking towards them, and Heather found herself smoothing her hair back.
"Is one of you Zoe?" he asked. "I'm Zoe." Zoe said. "Oh. Before Ty killed himself, he told me he wanted you to know he loves you more than anything. He also said you were a redhead." "I was a redhead. But if he loved me, why did he kill himself?" "He was sick. He needed help, but unfortunately nobody saw or heard the signs."
"I've been interested in depression and how the human mind works since." "Cool." Zoe finished. R.J. narrowed his eyes at Heather. "And this is Perdita? Florizal's love?" "Yes, this is Heather. She's my best friend."

R.J. and Heather just stared at each other. Someone turned on the radio, letting 'Stereo Hearts' blast out. Rehearsal went well otherwise, but R.J. and Heather just could not take their eyes off each other. Heather had a fetish for long-haired-musican-chubby guys, and she wasn't afraid to admit it.
That's what was partially what attracted people to Heather, she was real and fearless. She had long blond hair and pretty bluish-green-slightly odd eyes.
R.J. had long brown hair and mocha-colored eyes.He tended to fall in love quick and hard, and he fell quick and hard for Heather. She also liked him, but not nearly as much. As Perdita swooned into Florizel's arms at the last scene, the director stood.
"Not bad. I have a feeling we'll be perfect on the big day." Brett said. He was also the director. "Heather, that was perfect. You sounded exactly like a woman in love. R.J., you did sound a tad nervous. Pump it up, buddy boy."

R.J. caught Heather after rehearsal. "Heather, I've been wondering if you'd like to go out with me?" Heather was slightly surprised, but not surprised enough to make a mistake. "Of course. Zoe and I are going to Sonic for dinner tonight, but other than that, I'm free all week.""Cool. Thursday? My number is 914-383-3857." "Okay."

Zoe talked to Heather about it over dinner. "He's not bad-looking," she sadi. "I know." Heather said.Zoe grinned. She knew Heather would boldly flirt with anyone she liked.

R.J. could not believe he had just seen Heather, let alone rehearsed a play with her! He had to see her again. He looked her up on Facebook, and yep, Heather Markson. She held the camera above her in her room. He could see her walls were pink and her bedcovers were spearmint green. He liked that.
He listened to the song 'Milkshake', the punk version. He tried to concentrate on an essay due next Monday. The Battle of Little Bighorn was fought at...but his mind kept wandering to Heather. He googled the Battle of Little Bighorn to force himself to concentrate.
He finished and proofread it. Only a few small changes. Good. A+ worthy. Great. He needed an A. Since Tyler committed suicide he hadn't wanted to do anything except eat and sleep.

Heather continued her homework as well. She quickly finished math and science and worked on Spanish. Padre means father. Madre means mother. She heard her parents downstairs arguing again. She knew better than to go downstairs while they were fighting.
She applied a blue smoky eye and applied crimson lipstick. She chose her LBD, little black dress, and black pumps. She climbed out her window using a refridgerator magnet and rope. She was that smart.
Zoe was waiting for her in her car. It was dark now.Stars twinkled under the city lights. Brooklyn was pretty cool, and not just because of New York City. They drove to a popular club, using their fake IDs. Zoe wore a red dress and heels.

Heather made her way to the bar, where a moody blond girl awaited her. "Pina colada?" Jessie said. "Non virgin." "Not to interrupt, but McHottie is totally checking you out." Zoe whispered. Jessie looked up and saw him. "That's Brent. He comes here frequently. He's single," she added.
McHottie really was. There was a horny smile on his face as he watched Heather. Dark curly hair, tanned skin, looked Mexican. Definitely yummy. Heather sexily got off the stool and approached Brent, her friends anxiously watching.
"You wanna dance?" Heather said, swinging her hips and lifting her hair. Brent glanced back at his friend, who wasn't nearly as hot, and looked back at the Blond Beauty standing before him. "Okay." he said.

She led him to the floor. 'Like A G6' blasted in their ears as Brent grasped Heather's tiny waist and began swinging from side to side. 'Low' by Flo Rida next, and they got "low". Brent was drunk by lust, and so was Heather. He grabbed her ass at one point.
Music blared in Brent's ears, and he remembered his ex-girlfriend named Phoenix. She was hot, but she was rude and crazy. Ordered him to pay for everything in full, flirted with waiters, thought they were getting married three days into the relationship. Neurotic and needy.
She was nothing like Heather. Heather was subtle yet bold, not full-out bold, which neither sex honestly likes.

R.J. walked into his studio, which was basically a musty shed now.He recorded his ersion of One Republic's "Secrets". Next, he recorded "Stereo Hearts".
He couldn't stop thinking about Heather. She was blond and perfect. She was into music and theater. He gave up and got ready to go to Pulsing Heart.

Heather and Brent could not keep their hands off each other. Heather was rather proud of herself for finding such a hottie.

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Publication Date: 03-02-2013

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