Whats your flavor (open)

[ARABELLA MITCHELL!]

[atrb=border,0,true][bg=eeeeee][atrb=width,500,true] [STYLE=width: 100px; height: 100px; border: 10px solid #111111; float: left; margin-top: 20px; margin-left: 20px; margin-right: 5px;][/style] [STYLE=text-align: left; font-size: 10px; font-family: arial; margin-top: -2px; width: 410px; color: #212121;]— LET'S SEE WHO IS THE STRONGEST.[/style] [STYLE=text-align: left; font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; font-size: 20px; margin-top: -6px; margin-bottom: -3px; width: 410px; color: #212121; letter-spacing: -1px;]I AM QUEEN OF THE WORLD.[/style] [STYLE=text-align: justify; padding: 5px; border-left: 7px solid #111111; border-top: 5px solid #111111; background-color: #f3f3f3; width: 400px; font-size: 10px; color: #212121; margin-left: 20px;]The brunette just wrinkled her nose and smiled, giving a short nod to his ‘stay as long as you’d like’ comment. The problem with that was, if she had ever actually did that, well then the chances were she’d never want to leave really. There was something addicting about Julian, and something that made her so comfortable that you had an at home feel around him. At least back then anyways, now… now she wasn’t so sure. Much like everything else, she just didn’t know what she was thinking or feeling, or wanting anymore. Wasn’t even sure if she really knew two years ago in the airport. Arabella could always chalk it up to the fact that they were worlds different too in a way. Where she was pretty much almost a no body, he was on the rise to fame, where he was just graduating college, she had already done so, Arabella was around two years older than Julian, and they always did say that girls were more mature than boys. The brunette shook her thoughts free from her head mentally, clearing them away and nodded once more. “it would definitely be nice.” She agreed softly, get rid of all the awkwardness, and at least get a good friendship going once again. Back to days of being stuck in a tent after hunting for two lost kids, learning how to play a few notes on a guitar, back to days at the beach in the sun at the jersey shore, the thought of that made her smile wide and bit down softly on her lip. Those were the days that began to bring her outside of her little world that involved just herself and work. Nothing more, nothing less, and she had believed she was happy, and to an extent she was but she hadn’t realized she was missing out on her life, the best time of her life, really until Julian had sort of pulled her out of her tiny world and into the bigger one again. As Julian laughed at her comment about his choice of ice cream her smile grew tenfold, and she leaned into the table slightly laughing softly herself. “well then I suppose I’ll need to add favorite flavor of ice cream to my list of questions to ask people. This way I’m never surprised again.” She pursed her lips for a moment before the pursed lips became a wide smile again as he continued on, she giggled slightly at his almost childish enthusiasm, over the frozen treat. It warmed her heart to know that being pretty much every teen girls fantasy, and a guy that many teenage guys wanted to be, that seeing so much of the world from touring, hadn’t really changed him, that he could still get excited over something so simple as butter pecan ice cream. “……. But its amazing ice cream, so really one cant fault you for the prattling.” She said with laughter in her voice. Head turning to look over at the man Julian called out to with a small smile, and listened as Julian called up his driver, as he did so she grabbed her own phone and glasses, slipping them on and checking to see if she had any messages from anyone, finding sure enough a voice mail from the AC man, who apologized saying they’d need to reschedule. Asking her to call him as soon as she got a chance. A low sigh escaped her and she placed her phone back into her purse, taking the glasses back off and placing them inside as well. Hearing Julian’s question. “Uh. Yeah.” she called out, her head half under the table placing the stuff in her purse. Pulling up she bumped her head on the table and cursed out. “Son of a bisquick!” she whimpered and sat up fully, hand on her head rubbing lightly. Wrinkling her nose, still rubbing her head she winced again and sighed. “The show is doing well, the ratings are really good, and we’ve gotten some pretty big names on. For a newer show… we’re doing excellent.” She pulled her hand from her head then checking for blood, something she knew wouldn’t be there but it was a habit. Arabella as a girl was slightly more than a little bit accident prone. Looking up at Julian again she smiled softly. “plus I actually get a decent bit of say in what happens… the questions that go into it, and things like that so. I’m happy… really happy with it. How is the studio time going?” she asked curiously in return. [/style] 766|| Julian|| outfit || woot!! [style=font-size: 10px; text-align: center;]TEMPLATE BY SAMARECARM OF OTE + BTN[/style]