Post by -- abbey levesque. on Sept 29, 2009 11:00:03 GMT -5
ABBEY! STOLE YOUR HEART;
They call me JENNY and I've shot for the moon FIFTEEN times.
You know you all love me and you can contact me via AIM ( deathbyjenny93 ).
Kthxbi.
They call me JENNY and I've shot for the moon FIFTEEN times.
You know you all love me and you can contact me via AIM ( deathbyjenny93 ).
Kthxbi.
» There Goes my Hero;
The birth certificate reads Abigayle Nicole Levesque
But Everyone Calls Me Abbey
Ive Been Breaking Hearts for Sixteen years
They say I Am Unemployed.
Ive Been Told I Look Like JoJo (:
» Rock and Roll, Baby.;
I am so tall 5'9''
And I Weigh 140 lbs.
Ive Bee Ninked And Pierced Never
They always say I look like A pretty girl lost in her own little world. You see, she's a bit of a dreamer, her mother always told her so. But Abbey always figured maybe she was just jealous. See, she could be lying too, because she has the wildest of imaginations and an innocent face that could fool you into thinking anything. She may seem like a sweet little girl, but she's not as scotch-free as some would like to think.
Her hair is naturally curly, so of course it takes forever to make it straight or even behave. It's cut into thick, choppy bangs with long layers throughout. The color would be a deep brunette, but she's dyed it a soft chestnut brown and added a few highlights here and there. It's shiny as could be. Her eyes are the prettiest, brightest blue you'll ever find gazing back into yours, and hate to say it, but they've hypnotized quite a few boys in her past sixteen years. Like a lot of other teenage girls, she's had some troubles with her body image, but anyone would have to agree that she's pretty hot. Make what you want of it, but Abbey's proud of the way she is and she likes the way she looks.
This Is What Makes Me Stand Out Baby blue eyes that sometimes change to light hazel, constantly tan skin even in winter, a beautiful smile that never fades, long chestnut hair, a pretty voice that she doesn't like to share.
» Chances Taken, Hope Embraced;
I Adore St. Arbucks, coffee, riding, horses, boys, writing, singing, waking up to see the sunrise, the early morning, making friends, talking to people, shopping, Forever 21, Abercrombie, PINK, etc, all kinds of music.
I Abhor Classical, rainy days, being stuck at home for too long, lazy people, large crowds, snobs, populars
I Rock at riding, singing, playing the guitar, acting, and writing.
I Suck at relationships, playing sports, picking the right guys, making good decisions for herself, etc.
I Do Messes with her bangs when she's feeling nervous, links arms with people when she's walking, smiles, sings constantly, dances randomly.
I Want She dreams of becoming a popular singer/songwriter, riding for the rest of her life, being a veterinarian, and having a nice family when she's finally grown up.
I Fear Dying young, losing her faith, divorces, being abused, screwing up in general.
I Shut up when you mention a guy named Jack from three years ago. Seriously, don't mention it.
I am a calm, quiet girl with her head stuck in the crowd. Or at least that's how she presents herself at home or at school. When she's with her friends hanging out or meeting new people, Abbey can be wild, energetic and fun to get to know. She likes to party, but never hard, staying away from drugs, alcohol, and sex, though she's definitely been tempted before. It's just part of her Christian faith, though sometimes she wonders if she's really as grounded in it as she should be.
Abbey likes going out to run by herself when she needs some time to think or sitting out under the shade of the trees in her backyard when she wants to write. If you ever need to talk to her late at night, you'll most likely find her roaming deserted streets, out of bed. She's been a diagnosed insomniac before, but there's always coffee and her horse to pick her back up again.
Though Abbey is a hopeless romantic, she's terrified of falling in love for fear that it might be with the wrong guy. She's had her heart broken before, and in an attempt not to let that happen again, she's made some strict rules, the biggest one being to stay away from them, unless they're chasing after her. It's been hard to follow at times, but she thinks she's headed in the right direction. Still, something tells her that she won't be able to keep it up for long.
» I Know I Won't Be Home At All;
I Came From Joshua and Amy Levesque, a writer and stay-at-home mom, forty-three and thirty-nine.
I Share My Dna With Felicity Levesque, an annoying nine-year-old who's sweet if you get to know her.
I Come From Los Angeles, California
But I Live Here Now in West Virginia. Can you say culture shock?
This Is Who I was Abbey was born to Joshua and Amy Levesque on September 19th, 1993 at 10:02, a sunny fall morning when the leaves were just beginning to change. She knew she wasn't much, just a little pink bundle to take home to their well-manicured house in the suburbs of Los Angeles, but she sure did make them happy. They named her Abigayle, and life as it is began.
Abbey was a pretty normal little girl. She liked Barbie dolls and playdates at her friend's houses. She adored chasing a little boy named Aaron around the playground and telling everyone he was her boyfriend. She was even a little shy when she was younger, but as she grew older, she became more confident in herself and found a way to express who she was.
That self-confidence, hate to say it, made her a part of the popular group in middle school. Abbey was one of those pretty girls who looked too old to be a sixth grader, growing up way too fast, with highlights and expensive clothes. For three years, she had all the girlfriends you could ask for and all the boyfriends you'd never want to see again. However, it quickly became obvious that she wasn't like the others. A little too out-of-the-ordinary, too interested in hanging out with her drama club geeks.
Now, Abbey's in highschool, a sophomore. They say it never ends, but she can't wait for it to be over. She's just spending her time riding or singing in coffee shops, so what's the point of learning the law of conservation of mass or what variable flips the function of x over the y-axis? The Levesques just moved here to West Virginia a few weeks ago, and she's having a lot of trouble making that change from West Coast to East Coast, but anything's possible, right?
This Is Who I am Abbey's wondering if she'll ever make any real friends here in this little town, or if her riding skills will measure up to anyone else at Pinewood. From what she's seen running around town, the people look pretty interesting, but you never know. Despite her insecurities, life seems to be looking up. Who knows what she might find here? Friendship, love, success? It's all waiting.
» This Heart It Beats;
I Lust for those mennn(:
I Love skater boys, long shaggy hair or short spiky hair, one of the two, blue or brown eyes, redheads, Converse, a sweet smile, a good personality.
I Loathe jerk-offs, jocks, egos, preppy guys, someone who puts more work into his appearance than she does.
Maybe I loved Jack Hill ...
Maybe I Didnt N/A
» This Is How We'll Dance;
I Bow Down DUDE! ( where's my car? ) :D
I Am Awesome RPGSAMPLE --
I could hardly contain the excitement bubbling inside of me as he dealt with the waiters, being led to the table. I half expected him to burst off at a run through the crowded restaraunt, pick me up in his arms, and kiss me on top of the tables. But it soon became apparent that his little woman friend didn't appreciate me. And though it normally took quite a bit to pick a fight with me, I suddenly didn't like her, either. Something about the way she looked at him like she owned him. Not that I really had posession anymore. I didn't even know if Aaron and I were still together, it'd been so long since we were together in person.
I counted down the seconds. He was coming toward me, now. My whole body was on fire, every nerve electric, awire. Three, two ... one ... I could see the blue eyes closely now, the ones I easily drowned in. He'd changed, slightly, but I only assumed that was for the few months we'd spent apart. He was still growing up. His hand enveloped mine, and I felt the fragile familiarity of his fingers surrounding my palm. He leaned in, at first I thought to kiss me, but I should have known better. The girl that had been with him ... She wouldn't approve. Was she his date? And what was the meaning in meeting him in the bathroom once he'd disappeared from view? His warm lips pressed against my cheek, lingering longer than I'd expected, but it did nothing to reassure me. I sank back down into my seat, staring at the tablecloth, and wondering if he'd only come all this way to break my heart.
If nothing else, the one thing that kept me from walking to the bathroom, where I dreaded I would soon hear bad news, was the fact that he wasn't with me anymore. Now that I knew he was less than fifteen feet away, I couldn't just sit there without having him in my sight. And so, I nervously walked up to the bathroom door, wondering why the hell I was doing this, and shoved it open.
The light switch flicked on, and in that first half-second back with Aaron, I knew we weren't over. There wasn't a doubt in my mind. His eyes were dark tonight, speaking words that he couldn't seem to find, words that couldn't be expressed in the English language. A lock of my hair was pushed back behind my ear, a blush following the trail his fingertips left behind. And then, the gut-wrenching kiss I'd been waiting for since I'd seen him enter the restaraunt. I knew it'd been less than five minutes since that moment, but my heart was still racing. Funny how a quickened heartbeat could change a girl's concept of time. It seemed like I'd been waiting hours, days. He pulled away, and I nearly followed, catching myself before I'd pressed my lips against his once more. I caught my breath raggedly, giggling. "I have an idea." I smiled, ecstatic, resting my elbows on his shoulders before running my fingers through his hair. Oh. His breath tasted better than anything I could describe, cold and smooth. His hand was shaking, pressed against my cheek. I lifted a wavering palm to cover his, feeling my skin warm under his touch. He kissed me again, I immersed myself deeper into the kiss, tracing the corners of his lips with my tongue. It felt dangerous, risque. It felt good.
Which is why I didn't have a problem doing what he asked. I wasn't holding back tonight. I giggled, eyes sparkling before snuggling my head under his chin, listening to his heart. My arms encircled his torso before I gave him what could be considered a near bear-hug, my smile making my face sore. And then, just as soon as I'd decided to come closer to him, he stepped away. I pouted slightly, arms falling back to my sides.
"I missed you, too, Aaron. God, people can't get me to shut up about you." I grinned, but inside, I was beginning to have my doubts again. Why weren't we continuing the reunion we'd just begun? It wasn't over yet, I didn't care if that slut back in the restaraunt was waiting on the best guy she'd ever meet, because he was with me right now. I had a strict no-sharing policy.
And luckily, I could hold onto that without seeming like a stalker, because apparently we were back together now. Or would be, if only I could get my stubborn mouth to open and tell him so. But I was choked up. I pressed my lips together tightly, trying to hold back tears. Leave it to me to pick now to show how over-emotional I really was. I wouldn't be able to speak if I kept this up much longer. God, if it hadn't been for this chance meeting, we might never have decided to see each other again. Would I have had a happy marriage, ever committed myself to anyone else? "If you'll stop talking about yourself like that." I smiled. Chin up, little soldier. I wouldn't let him see how he'd hurt me by staying away for so long. That wouldn't be fair. I leaned in to kiss him again, and my lips gave me away, desperate for that closeness we used to share before the shooting.
It took a lot of self-control to convince myself to pull away. I untwined my leg from around his, softened my hold on his arms a little bit. My eyes lost that soft, starry look as I remembered the girl back in the dining room. I could swear I'd just heard a knock at the bathroom door. "Someone's in here." Obviously. God, couldn't they just go away? I knew we hadn't picked the best place for our reunion scene, but we worked with what we had. My eyes darted back up to his, flashing wildly. It took all I had in me not to tackle him and continue to kiss him, all night long. I could never be close enough to him, never. "Who are you taking to dinner tonight?" I smiled sweetly. If he didn't look closely, he might not see the hidden question behind my words, how his guest upset me.
I counted down the seconds. He was coming toward me, now. My whole body was on fire, every nerve electric, awire. Three, two ... one ... I could see the blue eyes closely now, the ones I easily drowned in. He'd changed, slightly, but I only assumed that was for the few months we'd spent apart. He was still growing up. His hand enveloped mine, and I felt the fragile familiarity of his fingers surrounding my palm. He leaned in, at first I thought to kiss me, but I should have known better. The girl that had been with him ... She wouldn't approve. Was she his date? And what was the meaning in meeting him in the bathroom once he'd disappeared from view? His warm lips pressed against my cheek, lingering longer than I'd expected, but it did nothing to reassure me. I sank back down into my seat, staring at the tablecloth, and wondering if he'd only come all this way to break my heart.
If nothing else, the one thing that kept me from walking to the bathroom, where I dreaded I would soon hear bad news, was the fact that he wasn't with me anymore. Now that I knew he was less than fifteen feet away, I couldn't just sit there without having him in my sight. And so, I nervously walked up to the bathroom door, wondering why the hell I was doing this, and shoved it open.
The light switch flicked on, and in that first half-second back with Aaron, I knew we weren't over. There wasn't a doubt in my mind. His eyes were dark tonight, speaking words that he couldn't seem to find, words that couldn't be expressed in the English language. A lock of my hair was pushed back behind my ear, a blush following the trail his fingertips left behind. And then, the gut-wrenching kiss I'd been waiting for since I'd seen him enter the restaraunt. I knew it'd been less than five minutes since that moment, but my heart was still racing. Funny how a quickened heartbeat could change a girl's concept of time. It seemed like I'd been waiting hours, days. He pulled away, and I nearly followed, catching myself before I'd pressed my lips against his once more. I caught my breath raggedly, giggling. "I have an idea." I smiled, ecstatic, resting my elbows on his shoulders before running my fingers through his hair. Oh. His breath tasted better than anything I could describe, cold and smooth. His hand was shaking, pressed against my cheek. I lifted a wavering palm to cover his, feeling my skin warm under his touch. He kissed me again, I immersed myself deeper into the kiss, tracing the corners of his lips with my tongue. It felt dangerous, risque. It felt good.
Which is why I didn't have a problem doing what he asked. I wasn't holding back tonight. I giggled, eyes sparkling before snuggling my head under his chin, listening to his heart. My arms encircled his torso before I gave him what could be considered a near bear-hug, my smile making my face sore. And then, just as soon as I'd decided to come closer to him, he stepped away. I pouted slightly, arms falling back to my sides.
"I missed you, too, Aaron. God, people can't get me to shut up about you." I grinned, but inside, I was beginning to have my doubts again. Why weren't we continuing the reunion we'd just begun? It wasn't over yet, I didn't care if that slut back in the restaraunt was waiting on the best guy she'd ever meet, because he was with me right now. I had a strict no-sharing policy.
And luckily, I could hold onto that without seeming like a stalker, because apparently we were back together now. Or would be, if only I could get my stubborn mouth to open and tell him so. But I was choked up. I pressed my lips together tightly, trying to hold back tears. Leave it to me to pick now to show how over-emotional I really was. I wouldn't be able to speak if I kept this up much longer. God, if it hadn't been for this chance meeting, we might never have decided to see each other again. Would I have had a happy marriage, ever committed myself to anyone else? "If you'll stop talking about yourself like that." I smiled. Chin up, little soldier. I wouldn't let him see how he'd hurt me by staying away for so long. That wouldn't be fair. I leaned in to kiss him again, and my lips gave me away, desperate for that closeness we used to share before the shooting.
It took a lot of self-control to convince myself to pull away. I untwined my leg from around his, softened my hold on his arms a little bit. My eyes lost that soft, starry look as I remembered the girl back in the dining room. I could swear I'd just heard a knock at the bathroom door. "Someone's in here." Obviously. God, couldn't they just go away? I knew we hadn't picked the best place for our reunion scene, but we worked with what we had. My eyes darted back up to his, flashing wildly. It took all I had in me not to tackle him and continue to kiss him, all night long. I could never be close enough to him, never. "Who are you taking to dinner tonight?" I smiled sweetly. If he didn't look closely, he might not see the hidden question behind my words, how his guest upset me.
Thanks Isa for helping =]
