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Post by brandon carter on Apr 10, 2009 17:00:44 GMT -5
Brandon started his journey walking through the sand.Thinking about everything that happened with Hollywood, he didnt know what to do.Before that conversation he was strong, determined, badass brandon..now he was just a mess.Striding through the sand he lowered his sunglasses to mask his eyes and hoped nobody would be at the beach that he knew.
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Post by angel fox bolton on Apr 10, 2009 17:13:43 GMT -5
He jogs through the beach. He flirts with a few girls and bumps into some guy [you]. Sorry Dude. he looks at him; he looked like someone he had never seen before. Um... hi. I'm Angel.
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Post by brandon carter on Apr 10, 2009 17:38:14 GMT -5
Brandon felt a body collide with his and his eyes immediatley glared at the boy in front of him.He lowered his sunglasses so the boy could see how annoyed he was "sorrys not good enough.." he snapped and rolled his eyes "angel... im brandon, but im not one for smalltalk" he crossed his arms over his chest.
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Post by angel fox bolton on Apr 10, 2009 17:59:38 GMT -5
Neither am I.
he said crossing his arms.
But with that attitude; I think you need it.
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Post by brandon carter on Apr 11, 2009 8:47:37 GMT -5
Brandon looked in the boys direction "who are you to tell me what i need?" he questioned with a snarl.
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Post by angel fox bolton on Apr 11, 2009 9:13:01 GMT -5
Two can play that game!
He raised his eyebrow.
Do you really want to go there! Because maybe you DIDN'T HERE ME THE FIRST TIME! I'm Angel... Angel Bolton!
He said nudging Brandon.
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