Girl

[lookingthroughyou]

Hokay, so, I wrote a new story. I may not be able to update very often, seeing as it's summer, but ah well.

Anyway, so here it is:

Girl

Mirabelle Cole smiled sultrily at herself in the mirror, and tossed long black hair over her shoulder. She grabbed her lipstick and pouted her lips out to apply it, and stared back at her dark blue mascara-ed eyes in the mirror, happy just to gaze at her. Yes. She was gorgeous. She was one of the most beautiful and successful actresses in Hollywood. She smoothed down her shiny blue top, and brushed off her pinstripe pants that were worth more than most of her fabulous designer jewelery. Lent, of course, to her by the designers themselves, but she prefer to forget that fact.

"Do you know what the word 'Narcissism' means?" Her similarly dark-haired, blue-eyed brother smirked as he wandered in the door.

"Oh, shut up, Tait." She threw back at him carelessly. "You know I'm gorgeous." He laughed and instead of replying, began rifling through her drawers. She rolled her eyes.

"What do you want, Tait?" She asked him.

Without turning around, he murmured, "You have a press conference at three, and so James is coming by with the limo to pick you up at two. You have dinner with Father and Mother after that, at five, so be prepared. Also, tomorrow we have a meeting with Decca to discuss your future singing career, so get ready for that." He turned around and pressed his fingertips together. "Please?" She glanced at him haughtily.

"Probably." She absentmindedly brushed her hair back and ran her fingers over her eyelids, straightening her eyeliner.

Tait grinned at her reflection. "Thanks, darling." He blew her a kiss and ran out the door.

She rubbed her stomach and smiled. People magazine's best abs of the year, thank you very much. She slouched suddenly. She was so beautiful, but it was hard to keep up. She glanced down at her Gucci watch.

1:47. She wandered over to the mirror and brushed out her hair some more, then shoved her various, mostly useless, items into her purse, and fluffed out her hair. Grabbing some pointy-toed heels and an expensive pinstripe blazer to match her pants, she slung the purse over her shoulder and walked purposefully out the door.

[RubyTuesday]

She reminds me of Janice Dickenson. In a weird way. XD

CONTINUE!!!

[me]

wow, Liv....love the idea. Go on....waiting for your next update to come. take your time

[lookingthroughyou]

Twelve minutes later she was angrily tapping her expensive heels against the pavement. Her chauffeurs were never late. She fired them promptly. Well, she yelled at them, and she'd have a new one the next week.

A minute late. Boy, would they get it. And Tait has told her expressly to be waiting at two. Well.

Suddenly a long, sleek limo pulled up and James, her bodyguard, jumped out.

"James?" She said icily. He smiled at her nervously.

"We needed a new driver and it was a scramble to find one. And he didn't know the way. Sorry."

She sighed, loudly and dramatically, then tossed her purse over her shoulder. "Fine then."

A small, fairly good-looking young man jumped out of the front door and ran around the car. He grabbed his hat and looked down bashfully, rubbing his hair.

"S-sorry, miss." She raised a perfect eyebrow and pursed her lips. He jumped and grabbed the door handle. Unfortunately, it seemed to be locked. He scrambled for the key and opended the door hastily, then held it wide for her to get in.

"Thanks." She murmured. He flashed her a small smile, then raced around the limo again.

Mirabelle found her way into the limo then threw her purse down and yawned. Partying all night wasn't always great. She rested her head on the leather interior of the limo sleepily. Maybe a small nap before they got there. It wouldn't do any harm...James could wake her up.

She drifted off, leaning in the corner of the spacious limo, alone.

[me]

who would it be?

[lookingthroughyou]

The chaffeur calmly reached over and snatched a cd from the open cd case beside him, and slid it into the slot. James watched him with calm curiousity.

“What do you think you’re doing? The princess doesn’t like music.” The chaffeur gave him a crooked smile.

“Ah, but she’ll like this. Everyone likes the Beatles.” James frowned.

“I remember them. A lot of trouble they were. My dad was a police officer, had to put up with them when they came to town.”

The young man laughed and pressed the play button, and turned down the strains of music so they were barely audible over the purring of the limousine.

“Oh, she’ll love them.” He murmured, and focussed on the road.

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Mirabelle’s eyelids slowly opened, and closed again. Man, was she tired. She yawned, and stretched widely, then opened her eyes. And promptly closed them again.

What. The. Hell. She pursed her lips and opened her eyes firmly.

“Who the hell are you, and what the hell are you doing in my limo.” She glanced around, and crossed her arms.

“’Scuse me? We should be askin’ you the same question!” Replied a rather irritating, nasal voice. She swung around to the speaker and narrowed her eyes. He made a face in reply.

“Well then!” She crossed her arms angrily. “I shall call James.” She said haughtily.

“Who the hell’s James, then?” asked a voice to her left.

She faced this new speaker, and was put back to see a matching haircut sprouting from his head. “He is my bodyguard, and he’ll throw you out, you – you hooligans.”

They all burst into laughter at this. “What!?” She spluttered.

They seemed to ignore this, and the second guy who had talked said, “See, luv, the problem is, you just, kind of appeared in our limo. We…don’t know who you are.” At this he sat back, rather relieved, and took out a pack pf cigarettes.

“Don’t you dare!! Not in here!” She shouted.

The four young men looked at her in surprise. The offender put pack his pack of cigarettes slowly. She panted.

“Alright. So you say I just appeared in here. How did this happen?” They shrugged in strange unison. “Do you know who I am?” The shook their heads, once again in unison. “ I’m Mirabelle Cole..and I’m, like, the hottest celeb-” at this the original speaker raised his eyebrow, and she hastily corrected. “Celebrity. The hottest celebrity around, and you are so in my limo right now.”

A different guy, coming from the corner, snorted. “Luv, you’re so in our limo righ’ now.” He replied, imitating her speaking. Her perfect lipglossed lips fell open.

“Why, I could-” She was cut off by the closest speaker to her. “Oi! Don’t get angry. We’ll tell you our names first, alrigh’?” She glared at the guy in the corner and he grinned toothily back.

The first speaker introduced himself first. “I’m Winston.” She sighed impatiently in response. The young man seated next to her smiled and said, “I’m Paul.” The others all chorused, “Ooh, Pauly!” He blushed and crossed his arms. The one in the corner sat forward a bit, and said, “I’m George.” She tossed her hair, and looked at the last one, the offending smoker. “I’m Ritchie. Or Ringo, if you prefer.” His blue eyes sparkled at her.

Paul coughed and said, “So, John, I mean Winston, what do we do with ‘er?”

John/Winston smiled wickedly. “Let’s think about this. We could bring her up to our-” Paul cut him off hastily as the other two laughed.

“John, you know Eppy wouldn’t let us. We should probably figure out how she got in ‘ere, first. One thing’s for sure, she’s too…stuck up to be a fan.”

Mirabelle sat up from studying her manicure, and protested, “I’m not stuck up!...Am I?” She looked around at the members of the car. George giggled.

“I’m sorry, madam. Y’are.” He replied with a thick accent of some kind. She jutted out her chin. Fine, then. She’d find her own way out.

[me]

aaah LIV! Awesome job!

[LongTallCecilia]

I love it Liv! <33 Keep going

[CloudNine]

Great story, Liv! <3

[ibrake4whales]

ooohhh this is so good! please post more as soon as you can!