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Post by Isabella Ambrosio on Jul 12, 2007 15:53:42 GMT -5
A tall girl who stood at 5'10 wandered upon the Mexican beach. She had been to mexico many times before, but all the other times she had stuff booked for the whole vacation. So, she didn't really even consider it a vacation. More of a working trip. But today, all she planned on was relaxing and maybe meeting some other nice vacations folks, or some natives.
As the dark haired Brazilian, looked out at the many, many people sitting everywhere on the sand, she realized that this beach was definately a hot spot. She couldn't blame all the other visitors. The ocean was so blue and the sand was so hot, it was a really nice place to be.
The model was actually without her stylist right now. Earlier that day they had gone to the mall, and Marco seemed to not be able to pry himself away from the cute little Mexican boutiques. Normally, she was never alone. She was always surrounded my friends, co-workers, and always Marcus. But today, she felt like she could actually be alone.
Isabella walked along the hot sand, until she came across one of the few larger empty spots on this beach. It was kind of near the water, but not enough to actually feel the rough waves. The day had gradually become nicer and nicer, and right now it seemed to be the perfect temperature.
As the girl layed out her pink towel, and set out a Brazilian brand name water bottle, she layed down. The sun felt so good on the bare parts of her body. She didn't bother to put sun tan lotion on. She was lucky enough to have the natural tan, from having so many different heritages.
herrrr&her bathing suit.
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Post by Trent Owens on Jul 12, 2007 16:36:42 GMT -5
Trent had been here two weeks and he hadn't even been to the beach yet. And wasn't that the purpose of going somewhere near a beach? Of course, it was, well, at least to anyone who didn't have the beach in their backyard. Trent had gone to the beach plenty of times back in dirty Jersey because he lived not even an hour away, and that was just to walk the boards. Of course the Jersey shore couldn't compare to white sand of Cabo. Not in the slightest way. It was hotter - in more ways than one.
He had woken up about an hour ago and decided to hit the beach before he got into something else and if the sun went down before he ended up there, he might've been half drunk and end up drowning. Hey, it could happen? And he'd wanted to get some sort of tan even if it was only slightly. Not everyone was lucky enough to have a natural dark skin tone. So he had slipped on his black and white boardshorts, threw his beach towel across his shoulder and neglected any sort of shirt and headed for the sand. He didn't plan on going anywhere else so he wouldn't need it. And it's not like he had anything to hide, he had a nice body. Normally, a surfboard would've been the first thing he headed for but seeing as the waves didn't look friendly, he decided against it.
"Why the hell does everyone have to go to the beach on the same frickin' day?" he asked himself, as he walked on the soft, wet sand that the tide was coming up on. He wasn't afraid to get a little wet. He had noticed there was absolutely no place to throw down his towel and feel comfortable so he had to keep up with sinking slightly as he walked. It was crowded - for him at least and he didn't like it. If he hadn't come upon the the nearly empty section of the beach as quickly as he did he would've turned around and left. Finding a spot, he threw down his towel and laid back on it letting the sun work its magic. |
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Post by Isabella Ambrosio on Jul 12, 2007 17:02:31 GMT -5
The beach was starting to grow louder and louder as each moment passed. Many more people had been arriving. Obviously. No wonder people found Mexico a wonderful vacation spot. It had nice shopping spots, amazing beaches, and not to mention really nice hotels.
At that moment there was a boy who had sat near her. It made sense, due to the fact that this place was seriously packed. Another group of people seemed to be coming her way also. And I mean a big group, like twenty people. She never knew it was possible for that many people to go on vacation together.
After she was watching them, she realized they weren't there to relex. They were some beach volleyball team, and had actually asked her to move so they could set up their net and play. She agreed obviously, because she didn't seem to have any other choice. She picked up herself, and looked around for any available spots.
Just her luck, the only spot was next to the boy who had just arrived. She was pretty sure that he didn't want to start a conversation with a random beach go-er, or maybe he did, who freakin knows. She shuffled over so they were about a meter apart, which is the average distance people were at this beach apparently.
"I got kicked out of my spot." The girl said with a laugh. Well that was one way or warning him she was there. "Sorry.." Bella apoligized with her noticeable Brazilian accent, only to be polite.
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Post by Trent Owens on Jul 12, 2007 17:33:07 GMT -5
Trent had noticed the group of people as well and immediately knew who they were. Well, not exactly but he did know that the group was full of annoying, whiners. If she hadn't moved they would've started bitching about her. He had told them no once and they went and made a scene so he was kind of guilted into leaving. They were a bunch of weirdos to put it plainly and nicely.
He had been surprised when the girl had moved next to him, well, not entirely because that was the only other nice spot on the beach and Trent certainly didn't have a problem with anyone sitting near him. It's not like he owned the beach. "That sucks," he told the girl, sympathizing with her. He knew it sucked because it had happened to him . "It's totally cool," he assured her with a short nod and bright smile.
He had recognized her from somewhere but he couldn't quite say where. He had probably seen her on the beach a few times and just never paid any attention. "Trent," he told her, holding out his hand for her to shake. Even if the girl turned out to be a bitch, it was only polite to introduce himself to her. |
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Post by Isabella Ambrosio on Jul 12, 2007 17:42:40 GMT -5
Well, at least the kid was social. It was be really sucky if he wasn't social at all, and when she started to talk he skuttled away like there was no tomorrow. She smiled at the boy before speaking again. "Hello Trent. She repeated. "Im Isabella." She declared. As the boy stuck his hand out for a shake, she was kind of shocked. I mean, not very many people their age did that. Or at least not back at home. Bella stuck out her bottom lip, in an impressed sort of way, and brough her chin to her shoulder as she shook his hand.
After she let go of his hand, it eventually made it's way through her long dark hair. She got comfortable once more, because she intended on staying here for a while. She straightened out her towel, and layed down. Yet, it was kind of awkward since they were right beside each other, it only maed sense to talk. At least for a little bit longer. Turning her head, so it was still laying on the ground, she looked up at him. "How old are you?" She asked out of curiosity.
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Post by Trent Owens on Jul 12, 2007 18:05:06 GMT -5
"Nice to meet you," he grinned, taking note of her expression, he had no idea how a simple handshake could impress anyone but he'd go with it. Trent had always been told to be polite, his father was a "Yes, sir. No, sir." kind of guy. So he tended to act like that in public as well. It had to have worked because no one had walked away from him calling him rude unless you counted that one little girl a few days ago. She was a brat though and looked no older than five so he didn't really care.
He pulled his hand away, and used his palms for support. She was friendly and seemed nice so why wouldn't he talk to her. "I'm nineteen but my ID says twenty-one," he joked, but was entirely serious about his fake ID saying he was 21. "Now how old are you?" He didn't expect her to be any older than he was maybe a year or so but not so much older, she was way too good looking. |
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Post by Isabella Ambrosio on Jul 12, 2007 18:27:16 GMT -5
She listened to the boy say his age. Well how ironic. "Me aswell." She said, using more grammical words then should be used in summer. English was always her best subject, although she was luckily good at most subjects in school. She always got straight A's. She didn't go to normal school though, she was homeschooled because her and her family was always so busy.
"..And I don't have a fake ID." She said, to end her sentence they way he did. A lot of the time, they didn't ask her for ID. But really, she didn't go out to clubs a lot. Only for parties that she knows a lot of people are going too. Mostly with a big group of friends.
She had a feeling the same-aged boy didn't know who she was. It's not like it bothered her, she didn't care either way. It could be a bit awkward due to some of her..lessed clothed.. photoshoots.
She now propped herself up on her elbows now, and looked out at the the ocean with nearly matched her blue eye color. "Where are you from?" Bella asked. He didn't have some sort of notceable accent such as hers.
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Post by Trent Owens on Jul 12, 2007 19:22:21 GMT -5
"Cool," he nodded, not finding her age surprising in the slightest. Most people here tended to fall in their age group.
"No fake ID?" Trent asked, pretending to be shocked. When in fact, he sort of was. Almost everyone he knew had a fake ID somewhere. Especially during vacation times. What fun would there be without drinking? None really, well, at least to him. "How on earth do you live?" Trent still had no idea who the girl was, he was like that. He could be talking the Queen of England and not know. Oblivious? Yes, that was Trent to the T.
"New Jersey," he told her, realizing it was probably one of the most random places he could say he was from. "Not that cool. Where are you from?" he said. "Certaintly not from here - different accent." |
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Post by Isabella Ambrosio on Jul 12, 2007 19:35:50 GMT -5
She chuckled slightly at the boys reaction. Oh, so he was one of those guys. A partyer, probably hooked up with a million girls while vacationing already. Gotten drunk even more times. Suprising? Not really.
"Well.. most of the times I just get in." She said, with a confused look on her face. She might try to convince the bodyguards ever now and then, but come on.On the other hand, maybe she looked older then she was. That's good now, but not in the long run. The girl sat up and faced him. She circled her face with both her hands. "How old do I look?!?" She said wondering if she really did look older, or if the bodyguards were creepy and enjoyed looking up lingerie models online.
"Oh. I've been to Joysey many times." She said, attempting to sound like on of the people with really thick accents from there. It was pretty suckish, but whatever. Im from Salvador, Brazil." She said proudly. She loved it there, even though she hardly got to go home. Most of the time her dad was there, since he owned the major recording studio there, he couldn't really leave, unless he was looking for bands to sign. "Home of the Ambrosio's." She muttered waving her hands in the air sarcastically as if it was a big deal. She rested back on her elbows, and looked from the boy to the ocean.
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Post by Trent Owens on Jul 13, 2007 8:40:12 GMT -5
Trent wasn't really one of those party type guys that hooked up with chicks every other day, he just liked to drink...He could stop anytime he wanted to, he just doesn't want to.
"Well, not everyone can just get in. Well, the chicks do but for the guys, you either have a fake ID or hope to god that bouncer is gay," he told her, laughing slightly. He wasn't sure whether to apologize to her or to laugh. So he stuck with the simple answer of, "Nineteen, twenty." He didn't need anyone to be pissed off at him.
"We don't all talk like that," he told her laughing good-naturedly. "Just the ones who think they are cool...they aren't." He had to be honest, he really didn't know anyone who spoke like that. "Brazil?" he repeated. "That's cool, I've only been there once. All I remember is it being really hot." Trent had only been to Brazil because of his father's business contact who insisted they stayed for the summer. "Tell me about it," he told her suddenly, sincerely interested in what it was really like in Brazil. Trent sat up, his wrists starting to ache from being pressed on and not being able to move at all. |
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Post by Isabella Ambrosio on Jul 13, 2007 11:27:56 GMT -5
"Good." She replied with a laugh. Up to 23 might be okay. She could maybe wear something to make her look older. But if she looked like 25 when she was at the beach, then there was definately some need of help.
Bella laughed. Well, she had only been to Jersey once. She never really did talk to that many people. Only at the coffee shop actually. "Ohhh.." She said with a grin.
She lstened to the boy, and couldn't help but chuckle at one of his remarks. "Yeah, but if he was gay. You'd have to flirt with him to get in.. that could be awkward." She declared. Well, it was true. Sometimes thats all girls had to do. Only good looking girls, actually. Yes, the bouncers wee shallow, shallow people.
She was kind of suprised that he actually wanted to know more about her home country. She sat up slowly, and turned to face him. Well, whether he was sarcastic or not, he was going to hear about it. The girl crossed her legs and sat up. "Well, yeah it's really nice temperature there." She said nodding and throwing her head back. "It's soo gorgeous. Like. Seriously." She declared, not quite sure how to make sure he understood. "Y'know.. if you were into birds, theres like a bajillion types there." She said. It was true. Birdwatching, was not so much finding species, it was keeping track of how many different kinds you can see. "Oh! The beaches are really nice. Like.. better then this. Really cool to go diving in." She stated. Maybe it was biased, maybe not. The truth was they were amazing.
At this point, her eyes were really wide and she was sitting up completely straight. Well, she got excited over that little conversation. "I could go on for days.." She said with a giggle. She could, and she missed it there. But sometimes you gotta do, what you gotta do.
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Post by Trent Owens on Jul 13, 2007 11:53:17 GMT -5
"I didn't think you'd be much older," he told her. And he honestly didn't, she probably pass for twenty-one if she wanted to. Or maybe Trent was really bad with ages. Who knew.
"Yeah," he told her nodding slightly. "More New Yorkers talk like that than people from Jersey." He could almost tell north from south just by the way people spoke. The farther north, the more New York accents you heard, the farther south the more southern slang and country music.
She had a point there but luckily he never had to resort to that. "You've got a point and it wouldn't be awkward, if it was me, I'd be kind of grossed out. I don't have a problem with people like that though," he told her quickly as a way to not look like an asshole. As you can probably already see, Trent was way to concious of what people thought of him.
"I bet," he told her smiling slightly. "I love the beach and birds are okay to if you're into that sort of thing." To tell the truth Trent was shit scared of birds with their beaks and claws and chirping. He'd rather walk across hot coals than have a bird anywhere near him. Beaches over birds any day. He knew nothing of Brazil and it was interesting hearing about it from her point of view rather than reading about it some brochure. Cabo? He knew that place like the back of his hand and considered it his home at times.
"Then by all means," he said, "go ahead." As before, Trent actually, sincerely liked hearing about other places even if he wasn't much of a traveler. "I have all day, and the next day too." |
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Post by Isabella Ambrosio on Jul 13, 2007 12:24:27 GMT -5
"Oohh.." She sounded with a nod. She had heard the New Yorkers accent many times. You have to go there a lot for this type of work. "Yeah, New York is like my second home." She stated. It pretty much was. She had made a lot of friends there, and actually had a nice apartment.
That was a good thing that he wasn't homophobic. I mean, a lot of people were like that these days and that wouln't go over too well. "Yeah.. my stylist..well, my best friend is gay." She said with a small chuckle. Lucky for Trent, he had said the right thing right there. If he said he hated gay people, she probably would have stopped talkiong or found a new spot to sit. She hated people like that.
She, herself wasn't really into the whole bird thing. "Ha,yeah. Whenever I go home my friends always make me go on nature walks and scuba diving and stuff." She stated. Mostly because they were photographers, and she respectd that actually. "I prefer the scuba diving. It's amaaaazing." She stated, carrying out the last sentence. It was so cool to see all the different tropical fish and coral, and everything. "I really love dolphins, so you see a lot of them there. And tropical animals." She told the boy.
She chuckled at Trents interest. "It's hard to describe. You have to go again. This time, stay for longer and check eeeverything out." She said. It wouldn't be a waste of his time, it was aqwesome there. "Maybe not everything.," She said with a laugh. That would be meaning the girls.
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Post by Trent Owens on Jul 13, 2007 15:34:42 GMT -5
"New York is any normal person's second home," he told her, grinning slightly. Living fourty-five minutes away from the city was always a good thing. Back home he had went there almost every other weekend. "I live about fourty minutes away from the city."
It seemed Trent had chose to ignore the fact she had a stylist he wasn't really in awe of it. He had heard crazier things. "Cool." He wasn't exactly sure about what to say to that. He was never in that situation but a simple cool couldn't go wrong. Could it?
"Aren't you scared that some huge ass whatever they have in the ocean is gonna eat you or something?" he asked, not really sure why he had asked. "I always am no matter what. I'm a scaredy cat." And he was. He spooked easily about everything even when he knew it wasn't real. "Dolphins? Yeah, they're cool. Ever ridden one?" He had a few weeks ago and it was amazing. They were actually quite cuddly. If he could, he'd probably have one as a pet.
"I'll definitely try to," he told her. While he didn't make the decision where the family vacationed to a bit of persuasion on his part would definitely help considering that Trent never asked to go anywhere and Cabo was his mothers decision. If he had suggested Brazil she surely would've agreed. Even if he was on his own he was still forced on family vacations."And why not?" he asked, smiling slightly, he had caught her comment about not checking everything out. |
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Post by Isabella Ambrosio on Jul 13, 2007 22:36:46 GMT -5
"True." The girl agreed. Many people loved New York as much as her. Obviously, hence all the business there, "Well that's pretty lucky for you then." She said with a smirk. Maybe it was lucky, if he was into shopping or just enjoyed all the craziness.
She chuckled lightly at the question. It was kind of scary at times, I mean she had come //this// close to getting eaten by a shark. Her dad had tought her ways to scare them off. Of course it wouldn't work all the time, but it helped for most cases. " mm, kind of.." She admitted "You only have to kick them in the nose." She said with a smirk, as if it was an easy task. "Yes. Ah, they are like my favourite things.. ever!" She declared. They were so pretty, and actually really smart.
"Good. I can show you around." The girl said with a grin. At that moment, she decided to stand up. At first she liked the heat, but now it was getting to her. She had been here for two days. In mexico, you'd think one would go swimming at the beach. She stood up, and shuffled to where she was now in front of the boy. "Let's go swimming." Bella stated, looking down at him with both hands on her hips.
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