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Post by sebastian clark lane. on Jun 9, 2009 23:24:01 GMT -7
Sebastian had finally composed himself enough to stop staggering his way to the bathroom and actual gain an upright walk. His vision was clouded with sleep, you see, so he had a perfectly valid explanation as to why he was tripping over the various items from his bedroom floor to the hallway. The explanation fas to why there were items strewn across his floor in the first place was a less acceptable one. But who was asking anyway? His main priority right now was making it to the shower alive with his five feet and seven inch body at least in once piece. So, about six stumbles later and maybe a few wall-bumps, he triumphantly made it into the bathroom. From there he turned on the hot water, stripped, and quite literally stumbled into his small shower. His apartment wasn't “crappy”. It may have been small, bu it was in decent quality, at least. The water seemed to wake him up, and he finished cleaning himself for the day by turning the knobs in the right direction to cut the warm liquid off. He pulled back the shower curtain when he made a terrible discovery.
Sebastian had forgotten a towel.
He frowned. Since when did Sebastian Lane forget something as simple as his towel? It was obvious that he was losing his mind or something, and this freaked him out a little. What if he was becoming Max? Max forgot everything. Oh worse: Topher. Oh God, anything but becoming Topher! Sebastian silently pleaded with whoever was “up there” as he weighed his options. One: he opened a window and hoped for the best or two: he could sprint to his bedroom and hope no windows were open enough for anyone on the outside of his first-floor apartment to see him. Of course he got the corner apartment with all the windows. He took option two and headed as rapidly as he could to his bedroom when to his horror he made another terrible discovery.
His mother was in his living room.
She was turned the other direction. Sebastian thanked the same man upstairs at he had before and did his best to get dressed as fast as he could. She must have heard him in the shower and not bothered to be the sometimes unreasonably embarrassing mother she was and leave him be. Sebastian hoped she didn't know that he had sprinted for his bedroom behind her back.
Oh, but she did. She always knew. Not that this had happened before....
“I've seen you naked all of your life, Sebastian,” she said, her voice royal and “wise” as he gave her a small peck on the cheek. Sebastian didn't look her in the eyes after that, but instead pretended that he had to cock his head so that he could dry the inside of his ear. Because that was completely necessary, obviously.
“I know, Ma,” said Sebastian, still grinding his ear with the blue towel that had betrayed him in the bathroom. “I forgot that it isn't at all awkward to you that I'm a grown man,”
She just rolled her eyes at him, her red lips pursed in the worst way. They were permanently stuck that way, Sebastian had figured a long time ago. It wasn't that his mother was a god-awful woman. She was a beautiful soul in reality. It was sometimes difficult for her to grasp the concept of space, however. Speaking of which...
“It would've been nice if you knocked,” he said, switching the towel to the other side.
“Yes, well. I just wanted to stop by on my way out of town,” she said, her lips curving in that same way they always had. It looked slightly diabolical to him, if he were to tell someone the truth. “I have to go back home,” she continued. It was then that Sebastian realized he hadn't spent much time with his mother while she was in town visiting he three sons. This made him feel a bit guilty, but it didn't stop him from saying what he did next.
“I'd love to stay and chat, but Mona's waiting,” Sebastian informed her, giving his hair a few good swipes with the towel before heading toward his room. She followed him, as he knew she would. “We're going out for lunch and probably to a few stores,” he paused here to look for his comb. Upon finding it just a half a second later, he continued. “And honestly, I don't know how well that's going to fair because of the paparazzi and – “
“Sebastian, I have a flight to catch, so I couldn't meet your young lady even if I wanted to,”
“ – the Photag...” he trailed off, guilt swelling within him. Dammit, he hated when she did this to him. Before Sebastian knew it, he heard the apology speech gurgling disagreeably in his stomach. He tried to keep it down, but it soon climbed up his throat; he could taste it on his tongue. He could try pursing his lips, but there was no use. “I'm really sorry, Ma. I'm just really busy with school and Mona. We can have lunch next time?”
Too busy for his mother? What kind of person had he become?
She went on her way an hour later, and Sebastian had finally gotten himself out of the house and to the downtown district, where he waited in an elegant lunch-serving restaurant. The name escaped him, even as he walked in the door. His mind was far too occupied with what he had recently discovered about himself. The changed distracted him from looking out for Mona, which was why he didn't really see her come up to the table and sit down. And he was hoping that this day would get better from its bad start. Silly Sebastian.
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Post by desdemona proust on Jun 10, 2009 2:09:29 GMT -7
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - it was almost twelve pm, and mona was just waking up. she would’ve slept longer had it not been for the bright rays of sunshine peeking through her bedroom windows from behind the curtains willing her out of her dreamland. as she opened her eyes, squinting as the sun directly hit them, she let out a small sigh. time for another day.
she slipped out of bed and stifled a yawn, trying to figure out just how she’d even gotten herself to bed that night. there had been drinking…lots of drinking…a party, maybe? no, no, there had been no party – but why had she been drinking?
“morning, sunshine.”
mystery solved.
mona took a few steps towards the doorframe and saw him – jared carmichael. aka, not her boyfriend.
“ugh…don’t talk so loud,” mona requested in a tired tone, her voice slightly cracking from her exhaustion. “what time is it?”
“you’re so cute when you’re hungover,” jared leaned against the doorframe, grinning with a completely amused look on his face.
“jared…”
“eleven-thirty. hey, baby, you want waffles?”
mona’s eyes would’ve widened from shock when she heard him tell her the time, but she was too tired to even make that movement. instead, a look of shock covered her face. “eleven-thirty?” she asked disbelievingly, ignoring his other question about breakfast food. “why didn’t you wake me up?!”
jared paused. “…last time i did that, you punched me,” he reminded her in a low tone.
“i missed yoga class…” she sighed, brushing past him and into the hallway.
“you don’t need it,” jared informed her with a slight smirk, looking her up and down.
mona spun around to face him, and shot him a look of complete annoyance. “stop imagining me naked.” she sighed. “you know i have to meet sebastian in thirty minutes!”
“skip it.” jared said, approaching her slowly. “we can re-enact last night. and then we can make waffles.”
“would you shut up about the waffles?” mona snapped, clearly stressed. she was going to be late to meet sebastian, and she was going to have to think up another stupid excuse so he wouldn’t ask questions. “look, just…can you just go? i have to get ready.” she turned to continue heading down the hallway, but paused and turned around once more before she actually reached the end. “you can let yourself out, right?” without waiting for an answer, she smiled brightly and continued. “good. i’ll call you.” and with that, she headed into the bathroom to begin getting ready.
jared paused. had she just brushed him off?
mona shut the door the to the bathroom, emitting a sigh as she flicked the light switch on. her eyes shifted to the mirror, catching her disheveled appearance. her eyes had bags under them, mostly from the drinking and the exhaustion, her complexion was blotchy – foundation and possibly a facial later on would fix that – and her hair a mess. not exactly what someone would call attractive.
she looked down at the counter, reaching out to grab her make-up bag. so, she’d cheated on sebastian again – that was a given. how was she going to cover this up?
or, more importantly, a voice in her head that mona could only pinpoint as her conscience began, how are you going to stop cheating on him once and for all? she didn’t know why she kept going back to jared – she just knew that she did, and it was starting to become a problem. it wasn’t that she didn’t love sebastian – quite far from that – but more a commitment issue. she didn’t want to commit to one person, that was too final for her; she didn’t like to think that she was tied down to a single relationship. with jared, things were just so no-strings-attached – she liked the freedom.
but she was actually starting to hate herself for doing what she was to sebastian. if he ever found out…he would be heartbroken. that hurt her – it hurt her enough to ignore the fact that she was scared that she actually cared what he would think and how he would feel if he found out. mona normally didn’t care about anybody but herself – why did she care about sebastian?
she unzipped her make-up bag and let out another sigh. she loved sebastian – she knew that. but did she love him enough to let go of her freedom to date other guys? she wasn’t sure about that.
forty-five minutes later mona was somewhat put together, and she finally arrived at the restaurant where she’d planned to meet sebastian for lunch. luckily she’d been able to dodge the paparazzi completely, so she didn’t have to worry about them messing up her lunch.
as she entered the restaurant he was already there, obviously, and when she saw him at the table he looked like he was actually kind of lost in his thoughts. mona was inwardly pleased – maybe he’d be too distracted to ask her why she was late.
“hey babe,” she greeted him, moving to sit at the chair across from him. “you okay?” she asked, genuinely interested as to why he looked so dazed. mostly she was afraid that he knew something about how she’d been sleeping with jared behind his back, but she figured that those fears were just her own paranoia – if he did know something, they wouldn’t be meeting for lunch like they were.
“you seem kinda distant,” she added, her voice tinged with concern that was only partially fake. she was an actress – it was easy for her to feign emotion and get away with it.
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Post by sebastian clark lane. on Jun 10, 2009 3:31:58 GMT -7
Sebastion was easily mislead by his own heart. This was a perfect example as to what was meant by this statement. His own biological mother who had given him life (barely) was out-weighed by the one and only Desdemona Proust. Clearly some priorities had been screwed up here, right? Wrong – to Sebastian anyway. He loved Mona with all of his heart. That was enough to make any man blow off his own mom. This went especially for a woman like Mona. She was determined, confident, and trustworthy. This was not to mention her charm, grace, and beauty. His judgment may have been clouded by the undying passion he had for the woman who was now sitting in front of him, but for good reason. She was a goddess, after all. There was no need to piss her off with depriving her of time in his life. Besides, it was bad enough that he had to leave her side ever so often because of the publicity she got. He supposed it was a good thing, and there were murmurs of possible outcomes of this separation, but he trusted Mona. He trusted her with a lot, even if his very own brothers didn't approve.
What did they know anyway? They were just two geeks trying to be something in the world. That wasn't Sebastian. This brought up more question as to inquiring if he was adopted or not. Too bad he was the “vasectomy baby”. Sebastian did take pride in the fact that the silly name of “vasectomy baby” was virtually the only thing Topher and Max had on him other than that one time he puked his guts out the morning after he had partied a little too hard. They had covered for him, of course. Not well, but was that really necessary to say? It was almost ridiculous how terrible the two were at lying. They were almost twins. Topher was a geek frst, and then Max become corrupted. One could imagine the large surprise that came from the events after the two had to lie to their very own father.
It was about eight in the morning on a Saturday, and since their father had no work on the weekends, he woke up bright and early. Topher and Max stayed the night before, as there was a family dinner. They had discovered Sebastian in the bathroom, puking his clavicle out and pleading with them to cover for him, silently praying that they somehow acquired the necessary skill to lie. This was unlikely to happen, but it was worth a shot.
“Have a good night's rest, boys?” their father asked.
“I bet Sebastian had a good night's sleep!” Max said, nodding. Topher kneed him under the table.
“Yes, where is he, anyway?” asked their father, peering over his morning paper at the empty spot where Sebastian would be if he hadn't been in the bathroom, thanking the toilet seat for being cool on the side.
“Pshhh... not in the bathroom,” Max said, doing his very best to make it sound as if he really wasn't in the bathroom.
“What Max means is that Sebastian is probably at a friend's house by now,” said Topher, his voice in between assertive and questioning. Thank heavens this was their father and not their mother.
“Oh, right. I think I'll get the car washed today,” their father said to them, dropping the subject so rapidly that one would wonder if he really did know what was going on and decided to let it slip under his nose.
Yet another unlikely event.
After that, Sebastian made sure to pay both of his siblings back. He couldn't quite recall at that very moment how he did it (or if he even did) but he did remember that he thanked them continuously for the next few months every time it came to mind.
Speaking of things that came to mind, Mona had sat across from him already and asked him a simple question. It loomed on the edges of his mind, and Sebastian did his best to reel it back in so he could answer it. “You okay? You seem kind of distant,” she seemed interested enough, but he just shook his head, offering a small grin. He leaned across the table, placing his hand just under her jaw and giving her a quick kiss before resuming his normal sitting position, adjusting the chair once again just to pass time, or so it seemed.
A waitress brought them both waters with lemons pressed to the edges of the glass cups. Sebastian took a sip of his to think of what to say next.
“It's nothing,” he assured her as quick as she had asked. Mona had many things to worry about, and his personal life didn't have to be one of them. Sebastian discretely checked his watch. She was pretty late. “What kept you, love?” he inquired, seeking a good conversation-starter to stray from the topic of his stressful aura. He did his best to reign it in so they could have a peaceful, normal lunch for once. Oh, the things of unlike that crowded the edges of the empty room called Sebastian's life. Perhaps the rest of the day would go as planned. No interruptions – just him and his other half. As very far from possible as that was, Sebastian still believed in an old fashioned lunch between a couple. He would do anything for Desdemona. Carry her shopping bags, pay for her new shoes, or even die if he had to. His extent of love for the five-foot-four brunette didn't scare him, but it did make him wonder what would happen if something went wrong. How very lost he would be, floating around the seas of overwhelming reality. That wasn't a reality, though, right? Mona was trustworthy and loyal.
He inwardly scoffed at himself. Look at him, letting the attempts of his brothers and media put a wedge between him and the pleasant thoughts he had for his girlfriend. She was all he would ever want, and all he needed to be happy. Why couldn't they accept that?
He smiled at her after these thoughts, taking her hand and kissing it before resting it on the table with his. Glancing over the menu, he said: "What looks good?"
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Post by desdemona proust on Jun 10, 2009 19:25:44 GMT -7
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - he was such a good guy – mona had seen that early on. that had actually been one of the qualities that she’d initially been attracted to (other than his amazing good looks, of course). she never really met guys like him; in fact, she’d never met a guy like him. he was so genuine, so caring…she hadn’t understood it in the beginning. in fact, she’d thought it was all an act. she still didn’t understand it, but now she was sure that he really was a good person.
she’d started cheating on him two months ago. jared was her agent’s son – he was twenty-two, he partied for a living, and, to put it simply, he was a jerk. although she generally wasn’t attracted to guys like him, jared had known how to work his charm on her; before she knew it, the two were sleeping together. the sex was meaningless, which was something she liked, and jared was someone that she understood – he was so upfront about the way he was. sebastian was a good guy, but mona never understood why he was. she still didn’t.
but he did love her. she loved him back, of course, but she knew that he definitely loved him more than she did him. if she really loved him that much, she wouldn’t have been able to have sex with jared behind his back – and since she was cheating on him, it was obvious that she didn’t love him as much as she regularly claimed to.
but there was one thing mona was completely sure about: she loved the way sebastian kissed her.
mona slightly smiled as he leaned forward, shifting a little closer to him herself in anticipation of the kiss. it was one of those short chaste ones she liked so much, the ones that could still make her stomach flip after two years of dating. “hello to you too,” she softly said, her eyes fluttering open as their lips parted from one another’s.
“it’s nothing, came sebastian’s assurance to her concerned inquiry moments later, when he was back in his seat on his side of the table. “what kept you, love?”
so, he had noticed. damn. she’d been hoping that he would’ve just let it slide.
what was she to say? saying that she overslept would just raise more questions about why, although mona was sure that her tired appearance would be proof enough that she had been sleeping. she could say that she’d just lost track of time, but then he’d surely wonder what was keeping her so distracted that she’d let the hours slip by her when she was normally so organized.
or…she could use that to her advantage. she had been looking for a way to get back at topher for what he’d said when he’d imed her the other night, not to mention he could use someone knocking him down a few notches.
“i just…lost track of time, i guess. i haven’t really been in the greatest mood…” she trailed, looking down at the table. she was silent, then, as if she was desperately trying to gather her thoughts and figure out what would be a good way to say what she wanted to say next. she looked back up at sebastian, a quite hurt look painted over her features. “sebastian, i…i talked to topher the other day…” finally she continued, her voice even lower than it had been before.
there was another long pause. she was staring at the table again, her lower lip quivering. “and i don’t want to cause any problems or make anyone…upset or anything…but…” she stressed her words so as to make completely clear that her intentions were purely good. “he…he…” she looked back up at sebastian, her eyes watering from the tears that threatened to fall. “he called me a cow. he said that my thighs were huge, and i was a cow.” there. it was out. having planted the seeds almost effortlessly, mona continued her faux act, even going so far as to let a tear slowly roll down her cheek.
“it’s not even that he called me that…it’s just that he could say something so hurtful. what did i do to him to make him so angry?” she lifted a shaking hand and wiped the tear away. “why does he hate me so much?” she paused, before feigning a brave smile. “oh god, look at me. i’m about to cry in the middle of lunch…” she shook her head, skillfully wiping her eyes in such a way that she, somehow, didn’t smudge her make-up one bit.
the girl was worthy of an oscar. status: finished. tag: sebastian lane. outfit: this! with longer hair, of course. length: 778 words. music: on the radio by regina spektor notes: aaah, sorry this post is so short. ):
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Post by sebastian clark lane. on Jun 11, 2009 20:09:52 GMT -7
While Sebastian was lamenting over his fiendish behavior toward his mother, he realized that not only had he succeeded in guilt-tripping himself, but he had also gotten unnecessary inquiries from his girlfriend. Mona had a lot on her plate. Between singing, acting, and that damn paparazzi (he had seen himself in one too many tabloids) he really didn't think his own personal life should interfere with her need to relax this evening. It was a nice lunch, they would go shopping afterwards, and everything would be absolutely normal. Sebastian that she at least deserved that, and hopefully anything in between could wait. This included photographers, paparazzi, random fans, and people who just stared. This was so unlikely that Sebastian caught himself looking around the restaurant. Sure enough, there were about three tables looking in their direction. He caught a stare of some random guy with a goatee. The dude looked away with a rather red-faced wariness.
Well if that wasn't awkward, he didn't know what was.
“I just lost track of time, I guess,” she told him, and he believed her. It didn't matter if she didn't give him a straight answer. It didn't matter if she said something he knew wasn't true. If she lied to him, it was for good reason. He trusted her, and he would always trust her until she gave him a reason not to. Honestly, Sebastian didn't see that day coming any time soon – or ever, for that matter. In fact, he had a sort of undying faith for her. As his passion burned, so did his trust. It would continue to glow as long as they were together. This was something that Sebastian planned on lasting a very long time, if he could possibly make it. Everything seemed to be going great anyway! There was nothing that got between them as far as he knew, and he completely believed that whatever he knew was exactly what was. There were no secrets in their relationship. Sure, they had their fair share of arguments in the past two years, but they had all been resolved rather quickly. It was almost unreal how well they got along. Sebastian was a good soul, though. He had a heart of gold and that everlasting smile to cheer up the day. Mona was an honest woman, straight-forward and graceful. Why would they have relationship problems when they were such good people? They were both so coterminous. It wouldn't really make sense for them to have issues.
In the silence in between the reason she was late and the thing she said next, this was what Sebastian was thinking about. His love in her was restored, and his heart was all hers. This was exactly why his hand squeezed hers suddenly when the next thing she said was, “Sebastian, I.... I talked to Topher the other day,” Oh hell. Topher? Topher Thomas? Topher Thomas Lane his brother? This wasn't good at all. Unless Topher had miraculously decided to be decent towards Mona, then this whole situation was completely screwed over. There was another long pause, but this one went by much slower than the first. It made him anxious, his knee began to bob, and his mind began to flood with all the possibilities. “What did you say to you?” he asked anxiously, and she began to speak again.
“I don't want to make anyone upset or anything but he....” she trailed off, the poor soul. Sebastian was eagerly waiting, and he was sure his hand was probably crushing hers by now. But he needed to know what his dorkus maximus brother said to Mona. It was no secret that Topher hated Mona with a passion (as did Max, but he was obviously less important in this situation... or any situation, for that matter) and it was also no secret that he would probably say something irrationally false just to hurt the poor, defenseless girl's feelings. “He... he...” she was tearing up! Oh God, she was going to cry! No! Topher was going to pay for this. Then it was all over.
“He called me a cow. He said my thighs were huge and I was a cow,”
Oh hell no. A tear rolled down her cheek, and it was almost a good thing that it did, or else Sebastian would have been at Topher's by now, doing who knows what. Sebastian scooted his chair rapidly next to hers, putting one arm around her waist. He wiped a the tear from her cheek , doing his best not to touch her make up because he knew how much she hated when her make up got ruined. It was a chick thing. She raised a hand to wipe another tear. Yeah, Topher was dead.
“Why does he hate me so much?” she asked, pausing to offer a brave smile. Sebastian hugged her, kissing her on the cheek before pulling back and tucking a strand of her hair behind her ear, letting his hand rest there. “Mona, you are perfect,” he began, hoping that she would cheer up. It killed him to see her crying. Another tear rolled down her face, and she wiped this one too after mentioning that she was crying during lunch. She had every right to cry, but Sebastian wished dearly that she wouldn't. This was Topher's fault. It was also Sebastian's fault, though, for being born into the wrong family. He had terrible brothers. Sebastian didn't blame Max as much, because he just did what Topher did (hence the reason Sebastian sometimes called him Monkey) and it really wasn't a surprise that he hated Mona as well just because his big brother did. But why the hell did Topher have to be so ruthlessly cruel?
A cow. A cow. Mona's thighs were perfect. She was perfect. Topher was just jealous of that. He was jealous because he had chicken legs and Mona didn't. That's what it was. That was the reason he hated her.
“Don't ever listen to anything he says,” Sebastian began after a short pause to reason with himself. “He just hates you because he can't stand that I'm happy,” he offered a smile before he said, “He also can't stand that my girlfriend is the most beautiful girl in the world,”
And this was all so true that his level of pure fury went down a few ticks. But only a few. He was still going to let Topher have it when he saw him next, which would be very soon.
Just as Sebastian began to think of ways to slowly kill his oldest sibling, a waitress came by. “Um, are you ready to order?” she said, her voice bubbly and high-pitched.
“Sure,” he said, answering for them both before kissing Mona on the cheek one more time and moving his chair back into place on the other side of the table. “I'll have a large Caesar Salad with a side of vinaigrette, please. No onions, please,” he glanced up at Mona, hoping that by letting the waitress into their bubble, he had encouraged her tears to come to a halt. “What about you, love?” he asked as the waitress named Tracy (typical) jotted down Sebastian's order.
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Post by desdemona proust on Jun 11, 2009 23:42:58 GMT -7
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she turned on the waterworks; as sebastian quickly swept himself and his chair around the table so that he was sitting next to her, mona briefly wondered why the thought that her tears could easily be fake never crossed his mind. she acted for a living – how was it possible that he never wondered when she was acting to him?
with one arm around her waist, he lifted a his free hand and softly brushed a tear away, obviously being careful not to smudge her make-up. well, that was why – he loved her. she wiped another tear herself, taking in a deep breath. topher deserved this; abusing sebastian’s trust was just a necessary evil she would have to partake in. besides, she was cheating on him – the lying about how hurt she was over topher’s comments, in comparison, wasn’t that horrible. the relationship was already so tainted in her mind that one more hit to her conscience wouldn’t even hurt her.
as he slipped his other arm around her and pulled her into a hug, mona couldn’t help but break character for a moment and smile a devious smile as she buried her face into his shoulder. she let a small sob shake her body as she clung to him tightly, making sure that the smile was gone as they pulled away from one another. she was all tears when he looked at her again, tucking a loose strand of her hair behind her ear – it took every bit of strength she could muster to keep her from telling him not to touch her hair because he’d mess it up – and resting his hand lovingly over her cheek. she smiled a little, wiping another tear that threatened to roll down her cheek like the others had. “mona, you are perfect.” she looked down at her lap, the hint of a smile still lighting up her soft features.
“don’t ever listen to anything he says,” she looked up at him, her eyes glistening with tears that still threatened to fall. “he just hates you because he can’t stand that i’m happy,” mona’s smile grew ever so slightly as he said this. “he also can’t stand that my girlfriend is the most beautiful girl in the world.”
“you’re sweet,” she lifted a hand, taking his free one in her own. she lightly toyed with it, seemingly giving herself something to do while she tried to choke back her tears. “what’d i ever do to deserve you?” she asked, looking back up at him with his hand still in her own.
from the corner of her eye, she could see the waitress approaching; the bright, cheery blonde’s presence threatening to ruin their moment and, more importantly, her plan. she quickly planted a light kiss on his lips in an effort to seal the deal – if she already hadn’t – and ensure that he was, for sure, on her side rather than his brother’s.
the waitress – mona eyed the nametag that had ‘tracy’ etched on it in bold, capital letters – inquired if they were ready to order with a cheery voice that perfectly matched her demeanor, and it seemed that mona’s prediction had been correct. sebastian lightly kissed her cheek for the second time that moment, and shifted his chair back to its place across the table. he proceeded to order, mona doing her best to ease herself out of the act she’d just put on to make sure that her performance was completely believable. in fact, her eyes didn’t shift from the table until sebastian’s voice grabbed her attention. “what about you, love?”
mona looked at him before shifting her gaze to their waitress, who was looking at her expectantly. she hadn’t even looked at the menu, but she’d been to the restaurant enough times to know what she liked and what she didn’t. “uh – ” her voice slightly cracked because she’d been crying only moments earlier, “y-yeah, i’ll just have the, uh, chinese chicken salad. dressing on the side. and none of those wonton things. oh, and no peanuts.” she looked back at sebastian, flashing a kind smile his way. “according to topher, i need to watch what i eat, don’t i?” her tone was hurt and bitter, and this time she wasn’t exactly acting at all. as much as she didn’t care about anything topher said, she couldn’t help but wonder if his cruel observation had at all been rooted in truth – while casting directors had often told her to ‘lose three pounds,’ she’d never actually heard it from a real person. her acting career depended on her appearance, so anything relating to it was a sensitive subject for her.
when tracy finally left with their orders, mona felt it safe to slowly start to act normal again. sebastian had, in his mind, succeed in making her feel better, so it would only be logical to actually appear as if she did feel better. “i’m sorry,” she apologized, picking up her glass of water and taking a much-needed sip. “i really didn’t want to be a debbie downer or anything,” she let out a small laugh, shaking her head ever so slightly. “let’s talk about something else,” she paused for thought, “like…agriculture or something.” she was obviously joking, trying to lighten up the mood in a way that seemed oddly genuine. well – odd to her, anyway. to anyone else, it would most likely seem completely in-character.
“oh, wasn’t your mom in town this week?” she inquired after a moment, taking another sip of her water. the lane mother – she’d never met the woman, but she’d only heard good things about her from sebastian. she was a judge in los angeles who rarely traveled to montreal to visit – apparently, her husband disapproved of anywhere but his home country, america – so her presence was kind of a big deal to them. “how did that go?” status: finished. tag: sebastian lane. outfit: this! with longer hair, of course. length: 1,111 words. really. music: overkill by colin hay. notes: mona’s a manipulative bitch, and it’s awesome.
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Post by sebastian clark lane. on Jun 14, 2009 19:45:48 GMT -7
When Mona commented about her weight, Sebastian's temper flared. He silently texted Topher as Mona made her decision on a salad as well. What the hell kind of person would insult Mona anyway? Sebastian wasn't blind to her blunt ways. She could be rather course, to put it lightly. But that was just Mona. She was trustworthy and beautiful – that should be enough for Topher and Max. Didn't they understand how much she meant to him? Didn't they know how much this relationship was … to the both of them? At least Sebastian assumed that they both had mutual affection toward each other. It certainly seemed like it when they woke up in the same bed at least twice a week.
We need to talk. Sebastian sent his oldest sibling. Hopefully that would get his intentions across. Hopefully that would make that giant ignoramus sweat a little. Maybe he'd even apologize.
Ha ha! Yeah, right.
“Let's talk about something else...” Mona proposed. “Like agriculture or something,”
Sebastian smiled. “No offense, sweetheart, but you really fail at being funny,”
He felt a bit guilty breaking the news to her (again) but it was true. Mona could only become humorous when she wasn't trying. If she did, it just sounded like a sappy old lady who fed bird and sang “Toppins” from that one Disney movie. Mona was one of those people that had a hard time with anything funny. That is, unless you counted sarcasm. Then she could make you sides split. The ultimate award for sarcasm, however, belonged to another by the name of Carlisle Scarborough. He happened to be Topher's right hand man, and Sebastian would've been surprised that Topher and Carlisle weren't going the Broke Back Mountain route if it hadn't been for the long string of leggy blonds that made up his ex-girlfriends list. To be honest, Carlisle was annoying. He had this smirk thing that made Sebastian want to punch him or something. Still, he used common courtesy simply because he didn't really know the man all that well. He made great food, though, and Sebastian appreciated this more than anything about him.
Sebastian let his mind fall back into the conversation, smoothing his blue cardigan out.
“Oh, wasn't your mom in town this week?” Mona necessitated, her eyes dry from moisture. Sebastian inwardly breathed a sigh of relief. He could barely stand to see her misery let alone the tears that were shed because of something his stupid brother said. Sebastian still fumed about it, hands clenched tight in his lap underneath the table. Sometimes Sebastian wished his family would just go away. Why did he need them anymore? He was living in his own flat, safe and sound. He had a gorgeous girl that he was happily dating. His schooling was going particularly well, and he had aced his last exam. So why were they even in the big picture?
Because they were his family.
Because he grew up with them.
Because they were his own blood.
Because Sebastian loved them.
So he answered her question according to this.
“You know. Same Judge Lane. Just in mom form,” he cracked a smile, lifting his hand to swipe his hair to the side. “She wanted to meet you, but she had a flight to catch.” Thank God Sebastian thought to himself. What would he have done if his mother didn't like her? It wasn't that he was worried about his mother not liking Mona's personality. Sebastian was simply ninety-nine point eight (make that nine) percent sure that Topher and Max had spewed some pretty unbecoming things about Mona. Still, Sebastian gave his mother more credit than that. She would at least pay mind to what Sebastian had to say about his own girlfriend. She should definitely have faith that he would pick a nice girl. Sebastian liked to believe he was a good person, so why would he pick one of the worst out of the lot? So logic was on his side. He had nothing to worry about! Other than his dad because – gasp! – he was dating a Canadian! It was enough that he practically disowned the three Lane brothers when they moved to Canada. If he ever found out that Sebastian was dating a Canadian? Oh, what drama would ensue. He had probably found out by now, what with Topher and Max on the case. The thing was – Sebastian didn't really care. He loved Mona and he was happy with her. That should be enough for his family to accept her.
Obviously not the case with his brothers.
“I don't know what would happen if you did meet her,” Sebastian said, but soon realized that it sounded derogatory toward Mona's personality. “I mean, I'm sure Max and Topher said some terrible things about you,” Double fail. Now she was really going to take offense.
He took a deep breath and before exhaling he said quickly, “What I mean is–“ he let out the breath “– I know mom would love you, but considering the two insufficient excuses of brothers I have, I'm sort of worried about what she thinks of you right now,” he stopped to think over what he said. “I know she'd love you, though. Mom knows that I make good choices,” he offered a smile, hoping he redeemed himself of what could have possibly offended her in any way in the past three minutes.
The blond waitress, Tracy, brought them their salads. “Anything else I can get you?” she smiled, her teeth rather large for her face but incredibly straight. Sebastian wondered if the stress he was feeling was why he thought of such a negative thing. She was very pretty – blue eyes and blond hair, pulled up into a perfect ponytail. She probably worked hard for her money and all Sebastian had to do was relax. This instantly made him feel like an ass. What could he do to fix this... ah, yes. He'd give her a fat tip. Perfect! And thus, Sebastian's miniature internal battle was resolved.
“No, we're fine. Thank you,” Sebastian spoke for both of them again, wanting ever so much to get back to their conversation. Interruptions could be spared at a time like this – especially if they were only from a waitress.
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Post by desdemona proust on Jun 14, 2009 21:14:19 GMT -7
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - as mona suggested they talk about something else – she’d suggested agriculture, a weak attempt at being funny – sebastian had smiled and lightly replied, “no offense, sweetheart, but you really fail at being funny.”
if it had been anyone else, mona would have made it her goal for the remainder of lunch to make them miserable. but, luckily for him, sebastian was different – he got away with a lot more. mona hated that he did, but she was too interested in figuring out why she let him than trying to stop it. truthfully, she didn’t think that the fact that she held any sort of romantic feelings for him was the reason; she’d been in love before, and she’d never taken any sort of criticism, whether contstructive, light-hearted, or serious, from anyone. what made her okay with actually taking it from sebastian?
she merely shrugged, taking another sip of her water. “i thought that was what you liked about me,” she offered a weak smile. although they’d, for now, moved past talking about topher and his comments, she still couldn’t let herself appear to be too much over it. a good actress knew how to transition.
besides, it really did kinda bug her. how did topher even give himself the right to say that her thighs were huge? he had, most likely, just found himself cornered by her searing words, and decided that a low blow would be the easiest way to get out of the conversation. he’d never been too good at fighting.
as she remembered his mother’s presence in town, she could practically feel some of the tension leave the air. although it was slightly more comfortable, mona couldn’t help but wonder if she maybe should’ve dragged displaying her hurt over his older brother’s remarks just a bit more. she figured that she’d done enough, though – although some of the tension had left, she could still see that sebastian was angered by it.
“you know.” mona raised two perfectly shaped brows. no, she didn’t really know – luckily, sebastian had never really tried to push for the two of them to meet. she’d met enough members of the lane family – topher alone was enough for a lifetime. meeting max had just been overkill. “same judge lane. just in mom form,” he continued, a smile forming on his face.
“oh,” mona commented distantly, with a small nod. why had she even brought this topic up? she hated small talk.
“she wanted to meet you, but she had a flight to catch.” mona perked up at this. she immediately looked at her boyfriend, eyes slightly wide. why on earth would he even feel the need to bring that up?
“oh, did she?” mona asked, careful with her tone. “how…unfortunate.” she surveyed his reaction for a moment, before realizing that he wasn’t actually too disappointed that they hadn’t had the chance to meet. “or not,” she added, staring at him. he seemed almost relieved that circumstances had forced them to push a meeting until a later date, which mona found quite odd – did he think his mother wouldn’t like her?
“you don’t want us to meet,” came her theory moments later, her tone conveying her complete confusion.
“i don’t know what would happen if you did meet her,” came his reply after a moment – and mona was not satisfied with it one bit. she raised her brows again, this time taken aback by statement rather than merely shocked. “i mean, i’m sure max and topher said some terrible things about you.” mona had to wonder if he actually wanted her to get angry.
“what? do you think she’d hate me because topher told her that i’m the wicked witch of the east with enormous thighs?” she asked in a monotone voice, obviously exaggerating. “gee, i hope no one tries to drop a house on me and steal my shoes.”
sebastian, obviously seeing the error of his statement, quickly attempted to amend it. “what i mean is – i know mom would love you, but considering the two insufficient excuses of brothers i have,” mona almost smiled at that, “i’m sort of worried about what she thinks of you right now. i know she’d love you, though. mom knows i make good choices.”
“damn straight. the best,” mona commented, as tracy once again approached the table. this time, the tall blonde with a bright smile and big blue eyes held their salad orders, which mona was relieved for. she was still nursing a slight hangover – no one could tell because she was just that good of an actress! – and she hadn’t had anything all day, so she was understandably starving.
“anything else i can get you?” tracy asked just a tad bit too loud and bubbly for mona’s taste. she lifted a hand and pressed it against her right temple to stop an impending headache, turning her head ever so slightly so she could still offer a smile – albeit, an annoyed one – to the waitress. luckily, sebastian replied to her before mona could, because her reply would have been one with a much more frustrated tone.
she let her hand fall from her head after a moment, letting out a deep breath. the day was turning out to be a little stressful, and that was something that mona desperately did not need. although she didn’t care about topher and his opinions, it was still quite draining when trying to think of revenge tactics. luckily, that was now out of the way – sebastian was on her side – and she could just focus on trying to have a relaxing day.
unfortunately, fate wasn’t on her side.
as she casually glanced around the restaurant, her eyes caught the same random guy with a goatee that sebastian had seen staring at them earlier. she let out another long sigh, diverting her gaze to her salad. if that guy knew what was good for him, he wouldn’t come over to their table and ask for a picture or an autograph or whatever –
“hey – uh, aren’t you mona proust?”
mona was still for a second. the irritation, which was abnormally more than she usually felt, was just blatantly apparent on her face. that headache that had merely been threatening to strike her had finally taken over her senses, and all she could think to do through the blinding white-hot pain was to – well…do what she was about to do.
“no, i’m a fucking llama.” she told the guy, setting her fork down with a clatter that was too loud for her sensitive ears. “who the fuck else would i be?”
“i – i – ”
“wh-wh-wh-what? you planning on getting that sentence out anytime soon?” she asked in a mocking tone, obviously completely irritated.
the worst thing? she’d acted meaner to people before. in fact, she was probably being tame right now. status: finished. tag: sebastian lane. outfit: this! with longer hair, of course. length: 1,157 words. music: saint simon by the shins. notes: mona’s in bitch mode now!
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Post by sebastian clark lane. on Jun 14, 2009 22:39:03 GMT -7
“I like everything about you,” Sebastian said, even though he knew that wasn't true. There were more things that he didn't like about Mona than he would like to admit. The way she contradicted everything he said, the way she thought he was too dense to see that she had a hangover. He wouldn't talk about things like this to her, but at least she was satisfied thinking that he didn't know what was going on. Still, as said many times before, Sebastian trusted her. She reserved the right to keep things from him. Sebastian thought the supposed “no secrets” rule was ridiculous. You couldn't coincide happily unless you had some personal space, and with the way Mona was plus her career, it was doubly so. Still, Sebastian couldn't shake a feeling he had in the pit of his stomach about what exact things she was keeping from him. How drastic were they? Just a night out that she didn't want to tell him about? That's fine – he understood those big celebrity parties that he didn't need to be a part of. He wouldn't mind it, of course, but he figured staying at home and watching a Rugby game was better than having a ton of people come up to him and brag about their accomplishments. Then they'd give him a look of skepticism when he informed them that he wanted to be a doctor. “Why would you want to … to...” when particular actor said in a thick Billy Zane voice. “Help people?” Sebastian had said, completing the sentence for him. Mona had heard this rather snide-for-Sebastian-but-not-really-for-her remark and ushered him away as quickly as possible. They got into a fight that evening, but everything cleared up by the morning. Sebastian had apologized and so had Mona. If you can't a sympathetic smile an apology, that is. But that was how Mona was, and Sebastian accepted it because it was certainly good enough for him.
Currently, though, he was trying to fight off the stress level that was so obviously rising that Sebastian could almost see the contempt on Mona's face – Almost.
“You don't want us to meet,” she said, the disappointment in her voice (or what he took as disappointment) almost enough to make him roll over and die. She said something about Topher and Sebastian made another tally mark in his mind. These accounted for how many hours Topher would suffer his wrath. That made about fifty-one, right? Right.
He explained, though, and she seemed to understand with a, “Damn straight. The best,” and some of the tension was released once more. The waitress came and went, and Sebastian tried to focus on what they were doing at this moment. The positive side of it, that is, and not the extremely discomforting look on Mona's strained face.
They were actually have a (kind of) normal lunch. Maybe they should have just gone to his house. But that would've meant Mona meeting his mother and that was high up on Sebastian's list of fears. He had actually had a nightmare about it. His mother had turned into the cookie monster, and Mona was the unfortunate cookie. And while watching your girlfriend get eaten by your mother (even if it was just a dream) wasn't the most horrific experience that could've occurred in his mind, it had certainly been enough for him to seriously consider getting it over with. Still, every time he tried to imagine a way that it could possibly go other than downhill, his mind blanked out and since Sebastian was an all-around positive person, this wasn't a good sign.
While negativity struggled to overcome him, something rather horrific happened right there in front of him. It wasn't his mother the cookie monster, nor was Mona a cookie, but it was probably on a level of misery higher than that of Sebastian's nightmare concerning the two aforementioned ridicules.
The guy with the goatee was approaching them.
“Hey, uh – aren't you Mona Proust?”
Oh dear Lord, save him now.
As predicted, Mona sat up, smoldering with absolute irritation and …
“No, I'm a fucking llama,” Mona practically spat. The man began to stutter. “Wh-wh-what? You planning on getting that sentence out anytime soon?” she mocked. Sebastian held his breath, waiting for more mishaps to come rear their ugly heads. Maybe mishap was a three-headed dog or something.
“I just wanted your autograph,” the man said in defense, slightly questioning his own authority. Head number two. “You don't have to be a bitch about it,” Head number three!
Sebastian intervened in case this monster had an extra head hidden somewhere.
“Look, man. We just want a peaceful lunch, okay? Imagine being Mona here and having to deal with fans every day. I think you'd want a moment of serenity in your life as well,” Sebastian proposed. Some said the way he spoke was out of context concerning the modern age. Like was Edward Cullen or something. Honestly, he was just trying to be polite. That was how he was raised. “I'm sorry if Mona offended you in any way, I'm sure she didn't mean it. She's just having a rough week,” Sebastian nodded, smiling. “...thanks for being a devoted fan,” said Sebastian after the man just stood there a few moments. Finally, he scoffed and turned around, stalking out of the restaurant. By now, they had collected a fair amount of watchers. By fair amount, it's definitely meant to be the whole restaurant, including the manager, waiters, and even the bus boy who had a thick layer of grease on his hair (which reminded Sebastian of Topher) and pimples scattered across his face. Sebastian raised his eyebrows at the lingering eyes and the restaurant seemed to resume its regular pace.
Sebastian took a bite of his salad, sighing through his nose.
“We don't have to go shopping if you don't want to,” Sebastian proposed after swallowing. “We can go to my place and look on the internet,” he offered a smirk before taking another bite. There was close to nothing Sebastian Clark Lane wouldn't do for Desdemona Cordelia Proust, and that was plainly and simply a fact that would remain until proven unworthy. He wouldn't imagine it happening anytime soon if ever, but oh, how that time looms, dear Sebastian.
For now, he had to worry about other things. Like what looked like the manager of the restaurant heading toward them.
So much for a relaxing day.
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Post by desdemona proust on Jun 14, 2009 23:55:20 GMT -7
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - as mona mocked him, the fan seemed to grow a backbone and bitterly reply to her statement. “i just wanted your autograph. you don’t have to be a bitch about it.”
oh, that was it. he was going to get it. mona opened her mouth with a comeback in mind, but luckily for the fan, sebastian took it upon himself to do some damage control instead. “look, man. we just want a peaceful lunch, okay? imagine being mona here and having to deal with fans everyday. i think you’d want a moment of serenity in your life as well.” as he spoke, mona busied herself closing her eyes and massaging her right temple again to will away the headache. although she had a general reputation for being a nice, down to earth person, the truth was was from it – mona could just act nice and down to earth when she wanted to. the times when her head was being ripped open with a numbing headache was not one of those times.
“i’m sorry if mona offended you in any way, i’m sure she didn’t mean it. she’s just have a rough week,” sebastian excused her behavior calmly, with a kind smile on his face. mona opened her eyes and offered a smile of her own – although hers was kind of fake.
“yeah. i’ve had to deal with people like you all week,” she replied, her tone sugary sweet.
she had to hand it to sebastian, though – he was really trying to keep the peace. it just so happened to be one of the things she liked about it and hated about him at the same time. “..thanks for being a devoted fan.” the fan began to sulk off to what mona assumed would be the exit.
“bye now!” she called after the guy with that same tone, before letting out another stressed sigh. so much for trying to act composed.
sebastian didn’t seem to be much phased by her outburst, most likely used to it by now. in the two years they’d been dating, it wasn’t exactly the first time she’d lost her cool and yelled at some unfortunate, unsuspecting fan.
“we don’t have to go shopping if you don’t want to.” mona turned her gaze to sebastan as he suggested they change their plans, letting out another sigh – perhaps to match his. “we can go to my place and look on the internet.”
oh, the internet – how she hated it. in addition to miss leading, a local blogger who just loved to spill everybody’s secrets on her website, there were also countless celebrity blogs, forums, and articles about her floating around on the web. while some were favorable, mona had seen quite a few hateful ones out there. while she generally didn’t care what other people said about her, she didn’t exactly like to read other people’s opinions. unfortunately, that was often times unavoidable.
at least she usually ended up on the best-dressed lists.
“i’m sorry. it’s just…after that conversation with topher, and i just have this headache and…i lost out on this big role earlier this week to like – megan fox or some other…” she trailed off, grabbing sebastian’s free hand across the table and giving it a light squeeze. “no, i want to go shopping. i’m not going to let anyone or anything ruin my – our day.” and she was serious – nothing came in-between her and finding a new pair of shoes.
offering a weak smile to him, mona once again picked up her fork and began to stick it into her salad – until she was, yet again, interrupted. this time, however, it wasn’t by a devoted fan or anyone like that; it was by the manager.
“hi, i’m terribly sorry to interrupt…but, i got a complaint from a customer about your behavior.” mona raised her brows at the british man, whose silvery-white hair shined in the light and blue eyes sparkled with kindness behind them.
mona didn’t like him one bit.
“oh, i’m terribly sorry,” a heavily veiled mockery of his statement – he didn’t seem to notice, “but he was actually the one who interrupted our lunch. he wanted my autograph. you see, i’m – ”
“i’m well aware of who you are, miss proust,” the manager cut her off. mona eyed his nametag – linderman – as he spoke, just in case she wanted to file a complaint about him or something. that would only be if he didn’t cooperate, though, of course.
“then you should know that i don’t really appreciate it when people assume that they can stare at me as if i’m an animal in a zoo, and ask for my photograph or autograph at their whim. we just want a peaceful lunch,” she smiled, yet again putting on that sugary sweet façade that she seemed to be famous for. although, this time, it looked more real. her headache hadn’t subsided, but mona was trying her very hardest to make sure that she didn’t crack and start mocking the manager of the restaurant too. she just wanted him to leave, and being nice seemed like the quickest way.
the manager seemed to accept her (sort-of) apology. “yes, well – i’m quite sorry that he bothered you,” she manager apologized for the fan, who had already left the restaurant in a huff. mona understood restaurant managers quite well – they didn’t want to lose the business of the rich and famous, so they would favor the celebrities over others. “i’ll make sure that your lunch will be complimentary – for your troubles,” linderman offered a smile, which mona matched.
“you’re so sweet,” she told him nicely. “thank you.”
linderman nodded, glancing between sebastian and mona. “enjoy.” and with that, he was off.
finally, mona thought, turning her gaze back to sebastian. the smile from earlier faded slightly, but she still held it. “anyway, as i was saying…” she trailed, trying to remember just what she’d been talking about before they’d been interrupted. she was acting like nothing had happened simply because this was a normal occurrence for her – the only reason she understood restaurant managers was because she’d had to deal with them everytime she went out.
“oh. right. shopping is fine. we can go to your place after, or something,” she suggested. “oh, remind me to check my wikipedia page…” she requested after a moment, remembering topher’s promise that he’d alter it to say that she was – if she remembered correctly – afraid of toilet seats and that she speed-walked everywhere. she genuinely wanted sebastian to remind her – it wasn’t even a manipulative tactic. she just really didn’t want topher to vandalize her wikipedia page.
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Post by sebastian clark lane. on Jun 15, 2009 4:34:11 GMT -7
There hadn't been a day that Sebastian was with Mona that a fan encounter had not occurred. Unless you count the days where they stuck to his house – which weren't very often – there was at least one furious mob of teenagers or some greasy guy that wanted something form Mona. Her autograph, a picture, a piece of hair, her right arm. It was a never-ending battle of privacy that just progressed into the depths of the dark. One time, it got so bad at the mall that Sebastian had to nearly rip Mona's arm off himself just to get her to the car. She was very angry with him (“I don't want my day ruined by these idiots,” said Mona) but they ended up going back to his flat. It was already dark, and the stars could be seen from the many large windows in his home. He put on the fire, brought out some marshmallows, and sat by the fire all night, just talking. That was a moment that Sebastian knew would never escape his mind. They were genuine – completely honest to one another in that moment. But that seemed so long ago. Things changed, stress built. Mona changed, but just a little. Sebastian thought he understood it because of her position at the moment. It didn't worry him, but he did sometimes wish for more than what she gave him information-wise.
Mona explained to Sebastian that they needed her their day to be redeemed with shopping. Not ruined by some lame ignoramus that didn't know how stressful it could be being famous. “Okay,” said Sebastian, returning the squeeze she had given his hand a few moments earlier. “Whatever makes you happy,” he offered another small grin before a manager came their way. I wonder what he wants Sebastian thought to himself, avoiding thinking negatively about him too in fear that he'd feel as guilty as he did about Tracy.
It wasn't long before the manager, Linderman, had “dealt” with Mona. It ended with a winning smile from Mona and a complimentary meal. That was an automatic given. It was such a given that Sebastian knew what was going to happen before Linderman even started over toward them, his icy blue eyes fixed on Mona and silvery hair brushed back in a professional manner, a matching beard groomed to perfection. Sebastian was slightly worried now that they didn't have to pay for their meal, and his guilt for thinking negatively about the waitress that had been nothing but kind to them came back. He would still leave a tip. Yes, that's what he would do. Okay – guilt exterminated.
“Anyway, as I was saying,” Mona continued after the second incident of the day. So mishaps did have four heads. Sebastian saw that coming and somehow it was inevitable. He had to admit, it got a little tiring keeping up with Mona. They had been together for two years, and though it was the happiest he had ever been, Sebastian couldn't help but think that he could do without the press, tabloids, paparazzi, and plethora of fans that nearly killed them every day. Then again, if Mona were “normal”, it'd be hard to imagine what she'd be like.
The same, Sebastian decided. But still – this is what made her happy. He learned to deal with that.
He took a sip of his water, using his free hand to put the straw to his lips.
“Oh, right. Shopping is fine. We can go to your place after or something," said Mona, brushing off his attempts to make life a tiny bit easier. Nobody came in between Mona and shopping, however. Whenever they went to her house and she made him pick out her outfit (he didn't exactly know why, considering she always changed his decision anyway) he swore he could get lost in her massive closet. It was filled with so many shirts, pants, and dresses that Sebastian wondered how she could possibly wear all of these clothes, even in a lifetime. Not to mention the hundreds of shoes Mona had. There was a thick army of them that could bludgeon you with their heels. “Oh, remind me to check my Wikipedia page,” Mona asked of him, and Sebastian just continued to chew his salad, nodding twice and putting another tally mark under Topher's death list.
It wasn't long before they both chewed through what they could eat of the salad. Sebastian left a twenty dollar bill on the table for Tracy. It would soothe his guilty ache. Why he could dwell on such trivial things was a mystery to him and to his siblings as well. Sebastian was a star Rugby player. The quarterback that took them to state every year he played. Ever since he joined during freshman year, Sebastian had proven to be one of the stronger players of the team. Not because he could get the ball to the end quick, not because he could tackle well, but because he had heart. He believed that if you deserved it, you got it. Despite his outward appearance (and his rather shallow girlfriend) Sebastian Lane was an extremely passionate person. His emotions and cares ran deep, and internal battles raged on for what seemed like years. in reality, they were tiny ones. Something that distracted him. Usually they weren't present, though. Sebastian was also very positive – he didn't like to think of negativity often. It was nearly impossible for him to be mean. He could when he had to (to his brothers, for example) but all around he was a decent person.
Sebastian was a born leader. His path was one people often followed, since he made so many great choices in his life. But, every now and then, he liked to let some have free rein. This was especially true for Mona. He put her first in every situation, keeping her in mind with whatever decision he made. Usually, he used his own leadership skills to make the decision for her – the one he thought was best. Thus the constant answering-for-her. He knew her like a book (or so he thought) so it usually wasn't a problem. Still yet, he liked to give her some freedom too...
“So, where to first?” asked Sebastian, holding out his hand for her to take after he had stood.
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Post by desdemona proust on Jun 16, 2009 0:24:10 GMT -7
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - to put it simply, mona looked at life like a movie. there was a beginning, middle and an end; there were conflicts and romance and characters, both major and minor. there was even a soundtrack, made up of the songs everybody heard as they traveled through their life. not all endings were happy and not all endings were satisfactory, but they were endings all the same – just little chapters in the massive amount of stories that made up the world’s population.
she felt as if people, being mere characters, could easily be figured out with a little observation. there were things she noticed about people that helped lead her to her conclusions – the way they reacted to certain things or the way they spoke, the nervous habits that made them human. often times, after she felt she’d “figured” someone out, she grew bored of them and pushed them away; if she knew everything there was to know about who they were, what was the point in sticking around to be inundated with the same redundancies of their character?
one of the reasons she and sebastian had lasted so long was because she hadn’t completely figured him out. she knew things about him, sure, but she didn’t necessarily understand him. for instance: often times, he knew she was lying. she could see the minor disappointment in his eyes when she was caught, the way that they grew slightly downcast and the way that they wouldn’t meet her direct gaze for the next few moments. if he knew, she wondered, then why didn’t he speak up? why didn’t he show her that he cared?
as linderman left, mona looked down at her salad. the crisp leafy greens were appetizing, but she was, for some reason, finding herself less hungry than she’d previously been. regardless, she lifted her fork and stuck it the salad, taking a small bite. not bad.
the two had fallen somewhat silent then. mona, too preoccupied with her thoughts and sebastian – well, mona was too preoccupied to even wonder why he wasn’t attempting to start a conversation. truly, she didn’t even care that much.
she was finished eating soon enough; the headache (as well as her unconscious preoccupation with her weight, thanks to topher) had made her hunger go away, so she’d really only ended up taking a few bites. it was a miracle that she even ate normally – she remembered showing up to a movie set a year ago and informing the director that she’d had food poisoning the previous night. he’d scoffed at her and bluntly replied, “good one. like you actually eat.” mona had no interest in depriving her body of nutrients to stay thin – she would rather just eat normally and work out a little more to keep herself thin.
sebastian didn’t take long to finish his lunch either. mona wondered if it was partially from the silence that had struck them both, but she didn’t make any attempts to ask him – she still had a headache, and she really didn’t want to begin a conversation filled with small-talk just so they could both prove to themselves that their relationship was just as fine as it had been over a year ago.
“ready to leave?” mona asked him after she was sure he’d finished, and was met with the sight of him tossing a canadian twenty dollar bill on the table. he undoubtedly felt uncomfortable taking the free lunch – mona had learned early on that he had this sensitivity about him that just made it hard for him to let go of things until he’d validated them in his head. truthfully, she didn’t exactly understand it; free meals and other items were just apart of the perks of being a celebrity. she felt as if sebastian was just wasting twenty dollars to prove to something to himself to ease an inner war or something. whatever the reason was, she found it pointless.
“so,” mona took sebastian’s outstretched hand as he began to speak, “where to first?” she stood up herself, grabbing her bag and beginning out the restaurant with him.
the wind was harsh against mona’s face as she and sebastan strode through the double doors and into the street. “there’s this great shoe store a block away, i want to check there first…” mona trailed absent-mindedly, running her fingers through her hair to make sure it was still straight. “it’s the one i told you about before – where i found that amazing pair of gladiator platforms?” she attempted to remind him, although it didn’t really matter.
“i was thinking next maybe we could check that vintage shop on rue sainte-catherine,” she added after a moment, glancing at him. “you didn’t have anywhere you wanted to go, did you?” she asked, merely out of curiosity. of course, the question was posed in such a way that mona expected him to say ‘no’ – it was her manipulative way.
as they headed towards the shoe shop, mona casually took in their surroundings and the passing people. it was lucky she did, actually, because she just so happened to notice the very person that she hoped she could avoid for the rest of the week heading right in their direction. yes – none other than jared carmichael himself.
“oh no,” mona said before she could stop herself. she didn’t care much about letting that mutter of despair out, though – she had more important things to worry about – like, how to successfully avoid jared.
mona stopped walking, tugging at sebastian’s hand ever-so-lightly to make him stop too. “you know, on second thought, i don’t really want to go to that shoe store after all,” she quickly excused, attemping to turn them both in the opposite direction so as to avoid jared. the last thing she needed was to run into the very guy she was cheating on sebastian with. status: finished. tag: sebastian lane. outfit: this! with longer hair, of course. length: 987 words. music: hassle free harmony by her space holiday notes: haha, if sebastian says that he does want to go to one particular store, mona would just whine, and whine, and whine.
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Post by sebastian clark lane. on Jun 18, 2009 6:19:44 GMT -7
A pot pie to go later, they finally escaped the elegant lunch place (what was the name again?) and even Linderman himself, who had given them the pot pie in the first place. “Here, have this to go,” he said on their way out. Sebastian nodded him off, smiling and using his hand around Mona's waist to try and steer her out of the store. “No, really! My treat,” he said in a golden voice. Sebastian took the white container that smelled faintly of beef stew and finally got Mona out the door. Now he had to carry a white container with pot pie everywhere.
Mona continued on about a shoe store, but Sebastian's mind just wandered again. He took her hand in his and wondered how long ago it was since that hand would have been his mother's. She wasn't really the hand-holding type, but Sebastian remembered a time when they were window shopping and he had almost run into the street to “help a bird cross the road”. So she held his hand the rest of the way down the boardwalk. At the time, it sucked ass. What could he say? He was a child who wanted nothing more than to be freed to explore the absolute wonders of the world. To him at that age, the whole world was the town he lived in. Now, though – Now he wondered if holding a hand meant so much more than being confined to a prison. To some extent, it did mean that you were linked. Wherever you went, the other person went and vice versa, unless you let go. Letting go was not part of the plan, however. Especially letting go of the one thing that he still had in his life socially and passionately, which was Mona herself in all of that diva-ish glory. He wasn't one to judge, though – obviously.
Lost in thought, Sebastian barely noticed Mona's panic as she said, “You know, on second thought, I really don't want to go to that shoe store after all,” and this was enough to bring him out of his reminiscing trance.
“Wait, what? No.. it's okay, really. I don't have anywhere to go and you've been going on about it for the whole hour and a half we've been together today, so we're going.” Sebastian excused her pull in the other direction and practically dragged her the same way that had been walking. What had gotten into her? She had barely been talking about anything but this shoe store – other than Topher and his disgustingly rabid antics. Sebastian added another tally mark just for size. “And besides, what harm would it do? I'll even buy them for you,” he offered with a smile, even though he had planned on doing this anyway. He bought Mona what he could, even if she sometimes insisted that she buy it. She was, after all, completely set for the rest of her life in the money department. Sebastian basically was too, but that was besides the point. Mona obviously had more money, but Sebastian obviously had more heart, so he bought her what she let him buy her.
Much to Mona's resistance, they arrived at the shoe store.“Oh, I think I see some Jimmy Choos that you'd like,” Sebastian said, encouraging her to enter the shop with him. There was no turning back once Sebastian had gotten so far with something, and even Mona Proust should know that. But, alas, she was Mona Proust and whining about something (or even fake-crying) when she didn't get her way was a talent she harbored on the surface of her skin. A square-jawed guy opened the door, not looking at them, with his blue eyes, but instead simply waiting for them to brush passed. Sebastian thought he saw Mona covering her face, but brushed it off as the man walked deeper into the store, walking the opposite direction that Sebastian was leading them. Now Mona looked slightly relieved – but why?
“You look uncomfortable,” Sebastian noted finally, looking at her instead of the shoes on display. “What's on your mind, babe?”
Their interlaced hands had finally broken a part and Sebastian shifted the white container to his other hand. Sebastian had been distracted, sure, but he knew it when something was bothering his girlfriend. It wasn't because they had been together for two years, but rather that Sebastian had insight on these types of things. He had a large, genuine heart, so it made perfect sense.
It was funny, though, how people would come up to him and ask how he handled Mona. "Handle? Is she some kind of animal?” he would ask with squinted eyes. “Yes!” they would reply, which only made Sebastian more keen to pat them on the shoulder and tell them that jealousy got them no where. He didn't, of course, but instead pat them on the shoulder and told them that they needed a lesson in being less judgmental. They – not exactly knowing what to do – would stare as he walked past them and onto better things, like figuring out how to untie the shoelace on his new Nikes.
Sebastian would not rest until he knew what Mona wanted, even if she tore his head off in the process. He wouldn't have a head, of course, but he would cross that bridge when he got there – if he could.
He looked expectantly on at Mona, observing her strange behavior and contemplating commenting on it, but instead only waiting for her to answer.
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Post by desdemona proust on Jun 19, 2009 0:59:57 GMT -7
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - one of the things that mona both liked and disliked about sebastian was his ability to be stubborn when he wanted to be. she hated that she couldn’t easily get her way sometimes, but she liked that he wasn’t such a pushover that he became boring. right now was one of the times that she hated that trait about him, though.
“wait, what?” he asked, looking genuinely surprised. “no…it’s okay, really. i don’t have anywhere i want to go, and you’ve been going on about it for the whole hour and a half we’ve been together today, so we’re going.” mona signed when he put his resolve face on and began to pull her in the direction they had previously been traveling in.
“sebastian, really…” mona trailed, only stopping when she realized that they seemed to be getting close enough to jared for him to actually hear her voice. not wanting to risk him recognize it, she shut up and continued walking in sebastian’s chosen direction, only able to sigh as he continued trying to make her want to go to the shoe store again.
“and besides, what harm would it do?” mona almost scoffed at that. what harm would it do? well, sebastian, it could only just ruin our relationship forever – that’s all, mona wanted to say. but, of course, she didn’t and he continued. “i’ll even buy them for you.” like he needed to – mona obviously had more money than him, and she often times much preferred to buy things herself. letting sebastian pay was giving him the power, and mona wasn’t fond of indebting herself to anyone, not even if they were her boyfriend of two years.
“you don’t have to,” mona quietly told him, careful that jared wouldn’t hear her.
as they arrived at the shoe store, mona wanted to roll her eyes at how excited sebastian was acting just to try and get her to go into the shop. “oh, i think i see some jimmy choos that you’d like.” she wanted to remind him that he only thought that because that was the exact pair she’d shown him in an issue of harper’s bazaar and told him that she wanted. well – maybe she could go in…it wasn’t like jared was going to go into the shoe store anyway. why would he?
“fine,” mona said, a small smile playing at her lips. “i do like those shoes…” she trailed, her eyes catching jared actually entering the shop.
oh, why did fate hate her so much?
sebastian led them into the shop, right through the door being absent-mindedly held open by jared himself. mona quickly held her hand up to cover her face from him, but it was really no use since he seemed to be in his own world. apparently, she wasn’t the only one with a hangover that morning – jared looked like he was still drunk.
actually, she wouldn’t put it past him if he’d drank sometime this morning after leaving her house. he was the type to do that.
luckily, as mona and sebastian slipped past him and through the doors, jared traveled in the opposite direction than sebastian and her were going. she let out a sigh of relief – she’d pretty much just dodged a bullet – but made sure not to let her guards completely down. they were still in the same store, and that store happened to be a pretty small one.
“you look uncomfortable,” mona turned to sebastian as he announced his observation to her, “what’s on your mind, babe?” she let go of his hand – why did he always have to ask so many questions?
“nothing!” mona exclaimed, not as smoothly as she would have liked. seriously, her voice had actually kind of squeaked. “i mean…nothing at all.” take two happened to be in a much more normal voice, which she hoped would redeem her first exclamation.
“i’m perfectly fine. why wouldn’t i be?” she asked, just as the reason that she wouldn’t be began to approach them. mona knew it was him before she’d even turned around – she was pretty positive that fate wasn’t done kicking her around for that day.
mona slowly turned around, her brown eyes falling on jared who was approaching them quickly.
“mona,” he greeted her simply, his eyes flickering between her and sebastian.
“what are you doing here?” mona asked quickly, only to realize how suspicious that looked. even jared raised an eyebrow at her question. “i mean…hi.” she amended, with a defeated sigh.
jared paused before giving her a greeting hug – just to annoy her, of course – that mona responded to by furrowing her brows and wrinkling her nose in a disgusted fashion and pushing him away as quickly as possible. mona quickly grabbed sebastian’s free hand to signify just how together the two were.
jared glanced at sebastian. “oh, where are my manners…i’m jared,” he introduced himself with a smile on his face that didn’t seem one bit genuine. “you must be sebastian,” jared guessed, although he knew this from seeing pictures of him with mona. “heard a lot about you.”
mona wanted to leave so badly – she almost did just let go of sebastian’s hand and walk right out of the door, actually. but she knew better than that; running away wouldn’t solve this problem.
but sarcasm would!
“well, seeing as you’re always so drunk, i can’t imagine how you’d remember any of it,” mona told him in a hostile tone, clutching at sebastian’s hand so hard that she was probably cutting off the circulation in it.
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Post by sebastian clark lane. on Jun 27, 2009 21:51:40 GMT -7
When Sebastian met new people, he usually tried to refrain from judging them right away. He was one of those feel-good people that took time to get to know someone before turning them away completely. This often meant the he had to risk the bad eggs of the batch seeping into his social life and having to deal with them was sometimes extraneous work. Remaining a knight in shining army as he had been come to known as was difficult when there were so many indecent people to deal with. Topher would count Mona as one of them, but obviously, this label just didn't fly for Sebastian. She was everything he had ever wanted, and they were happy. Why didn't that matter to his brothers? Why did they have to endlessly propose accusations? Shoving them onto him only pushed Sebastian to greater extremes. The more they said ridiculous things, the stupider they sounded – they didn't seem to grasp this concept very well, as they continuously tried to convince Sebastian that she was anything but perfect. A waste of time, as they would like to have it, but Sebastian was not about to let them get in between his happiness.
“Nothing!” Mona's tone came out alarmed and rushed, and quite unconvincing if Sebastian had ever let such accusations even enter his mind. “I mean... nothing,” she smiled, and usually this would have his doubt washed away by a wave of trust. Today seemed different, though. Something was certainly wrong here and Sebastian's curiosity was beginning to spiral. “I'm perfectly fine! Why wouldn't I be?” her tone warned him to drift from any other questions he may have. She said it like he was stupid for thinking that something may have been wrong, and again, this usually would have Sebastian changing the subject as quickly as he had brought it on. Today, though, he couldn't shake the feeling that something was drastically wrong, and he intended to find out.
Just as Sebastian was going to say something else, or ask another question, the man who opened the door for them approached. This was not odd, considering a lot of strange people approached Sebastian's girlfriend. She was famous, sexy, and stood out despite her best efforts to look like she blended in. This man did not look like the average stalker slash eccentric fan, however. He looked rich – like he belonged at a cocktail party schmoozing the owner of a large law firm.
Mona turned around a little too slowly for it to be natural, and Sebastian could feel her spine go rigid. The subliminal message seemed to be etched wide across her face, even if he could only see the back of her head, and that lush brown hair that had the kind of scent an angel would.
Sebastian looked the man over and evaluated him a little more than he had earlier. He was the type that wore too much cologne. His jaw was square, his eyes blue and drained of all emotion save arrogance. The bags under his eyes proposed that he was one who partied until five in the morning and had a few drinks even then. In fact, he looked a little wasted right now.
“What are you doing here?” Mona asked in that same alarmed tone as before. Was this guy the object of her paranoia? Was there something going on between them that made her uncomfortable? A past lover? An ex-pap? One of what seemed like many who enjoyed stalking her every move? He gave her a hug in greeting, and Mona pushed away uncomfortably. Jared's scent smashed into Sebastian like a bus in the street, and he had calculated correctly. He smelled of expensive cologne and cheap wine. Suddenly, Sebastian grew wary of this guy in front of them. Something about him made Mona uncomfortable, which made Sebastian uncomfortable. He moved next to her, wrapping his free arm around her waist.
“Where are my manners? I'm Jared,” said the square-jawed potential menace. Why couldn't Sebastian recall this name? He knew many Jareds, but none of them had the face of the man in front of him. He smiled, and Sebastian nodded curtly, offering his own smile. “Heard a lot about you,” said Jared. Oh, so Mona was friendly with him? That crossed off the stalker possibility. Or did it?
“Seeing as your always so drunk, I can't imagine how you'd remember any of it,” Mona shot back at him before Sebastian could say anything in response. Sebastian's eyes widened slightly and his breath caught in his throat. Oh, well wasn't she full of snarky comments today? He was quick with his ever-so resilient ways.
“Mona!” Sebastian said, a calmly alarmed tone showing just how much of a paradox Sebastian's way of speaking could be. “I'm sorry, she's had a bad evening,” said Sebastian, looking to Jared. “I suppose I don't need to introduce myself, but it's nice to meet you,” he hesitated for just a moment, watching Jared's eyes take Mona in like she was a piece of fresh meat. “How do you and Mona know each other?” he said, his tone jerky in the beginning of the sentence and gradually smoothing out into a question that could be for anyone who greeted his girlfriend. “I don't mean to be rude, but I haven't heard a word about you,” but of course Sebastian didn't mean to be rude. It was simply true that Mona hadn't breathed a word of this blue-eyed man who smelled slightly of expensive cologne and cheap wine coolers. This made him all the more wary of his presence. If Mona hadn't mentioned him, he was either insignificant or a menace by existing. Sebastian did his best to count on the first one, but his mind couldn't help but entertain the thought of finding out exactly who he was.
Still, until he proved to be what Sebastian was so unhappily thinking he was, he would be polite. Strangers deserved that until they proved him otherwise. Either way, Sebastian would be relieved to find out what this all meant and how Jared was tied to Mona.
So, he awaited an answer, grasping Mona's waist a little tighter.
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