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[LILIKA ANNA DAVIS]

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•••--The Youth Center, a place to do so many different things and yet at the same time it was like death to Lilika. She was sent there three or four times a week to work out with a trainer so she wouldn’t fall out of shape. If that wasn’t bad enough with the large glass windows she had people watching, staring and well trying to get a picture of her when she was all sweaty and. . . those pictures were always so awkward. The bodyguards could only close the people off so much and there was a lot of them. Hell there was some in the gym too keeping people who were using the gym away from her and the training.

“Davis!” She blinked as she sat on the floor. She looked up at the large very build man in front of her. Her worst nightmare. “You’re doing it again! Do you want to pass out on stage?” She rolled her bright blue eyes, before bring her hand to run a cross her forehead to remove some of the sweat. She could feel it in her hair, running down her back and almost pooling in between her breasts. Falling back so she glared at the bright lights above her she groan.

“I’m not going to, can’t I just take it easy today.” She said well taking in deep breaths."They’re having a hard time out there. If you really want we can pick up at home or something.“ She said before glancing over to the large window again, they had found her. “Mother of life.” She muttered changing motherfucker to something nice and not so rude. “They found us. Guess it’s time to go home.” She said sitting up to look up at her trainer. He was now looking over at the window. He was thinking and started to mutter to himself and soon enough glared down at Lilika.

“Fine, but I’m waking you up at six tomorrow.” And with that he turned away and Lilika jaw dropped. SIX!? She was going to die. She flopped back down and groaned and she knew he had heard her. She thought for a minute before sitting back up and yelling at him.

”I’m not putting up with this! My manger’s going to hear about this.” And with that she got up too in a huff and walked over to grab her towel well muttering to herself about how stupid all of this was.Lilika wasn’t one for working out, in fact she hated it. Not because it made her tired as hell, it was boring and this guy always seemed to be yelling at her. She also got dirty and felt gross, she hated it. Making a face at the feeling of sweat covering her body she sighed and glanced at the window again, she could see them pushing and all that she just turned away and move even farther away from the window so it would maybe be harder to see her.

She put the towel around her neck, and looked at the one bodyguard who looked bored. “Well at least you won’t have to stand there anymore.” She smiled at one of the few women who watched her. Any man would have most likely enjoyed watching her bend in awkward ways and become all sweaty. Hell if she would be a guy her mind would go dark places. “Let’s hit the shower.” She said and with that started to walk towards the change rooms.

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Tagged;Open
Words;587
Lyrics;Hott -- 3OH3
Notes; <33

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[EMMALY JANE ADDAMS]

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"Hello, can I help you?"

The young woman's eyes snapped up, dragging her back into reality. She had been so caught up in the weariness of the day that she had barely noticed that she had paused in front of the front desk. It had been a rough shift, and the night before had been another drastic shift. This was evident in the bags beneath her eyes as she gave a slight smile to the woman behind the counter. "Oh, no, I know where I'm going, I think. Thank you, though." She gave the woman a nod before her fingers dragged over the edge of the counter and she walked into the youth center. Her ballet flats moved almost soundlessly across the linoleum floor as she moved silently down the hall. She frowned slightly as she turned down a hall. Her eyes scanned over each of the signs on the walls, attempting to find one particular one. She knew where she was going by now, but she was rarely in this building. The last time had been two weeks before, and she needed reassurance over an exhausting past twenty-four hours that she still knew where she was going. She had been in a daze that morning when she had dropped off her daughter before dashing off to the restaurant.

She finally found the room, stepping inside to a young childcare center. The walls were some sort of pastel yellow color, a shade that she honestly hated. Still, Chardonnay liked to talk for ages about the way it remind her of a baby chicken and how much she wished her walls were that color. When they moved into a house, maybe Emmaly would allow her daughter to choose the color to paint it. She was greeted by the young man who was working, someone trying to get his teaching degree, she had learned along the way. "Hello, Steven. I'm here to get Donnie." She continued on with some small talk for a few minutes as the man sent one of the other employees to go bring the woman her daughter. Soon after, a small bundle of joy was lead out by the hand to the blonde. The conversation was momentarily interrupted as the youngster walked over and latched on to her leg, attempting to talk to her mother. Emmaly muttered for her daughter to be quiet for another moment. She beamed down at Chardonnay, picking the girl up before wrapping up her conversation. "Well, it was nice catching up with you. Donnie's usual babysitter had an interview, so I may be bringing her here more often. I'll talk to you later."

Halfway back, Emmaly set her daughter down. "Why don't you tell me about your day, sweetie?" she asked, smiling slightly. The little girl was content to chatter away about it, depicting everything that had occurred in the several hours that her mother had been at work. Unfortunately, the young woman wasn't listening. Sure, she was nodding and giving appropriate responses, but they weren't really moving beyond the surface. She held her daughter's hand as they turned the corner, her eyes scanning the crowds that were clustering. What was happening? She had never seen the youth center so crowded. Had somebody gotten hurt? Was there some sort of event going on? She didn't know entirely what the center did, but it was certainly unusual for her to be walking out when there were so many people. "Chardonnay, stay close to me. I don't want to lose you." Of course, by the time that they reached the crowds, her warning was lost. At one point, Donnie's hand slid from hers, and the girl decided to move through the crowd and leave her mother behind.

Emmaly spent the next five minutes panicking.

Where had Chardonnay gone?

Finally, though, she saw between a gap in the rushes of people. She paused a moment in her pushing of people, finally seeing a break that allowed her to find her. Her curly-haired bundle of joy was skipping over to a young brunette woman. Emmaly's brow creased as she managed to shove through a few of the people, muttering apologies left and right. Donnie didn't hesitate to approach the brunette who was surrounded by paparazzi. In fact, she marched right up to the girl and beamed. Leave it to her to get distracted and see nothing wrong with leaving her mother. "Hello, ma'am. You're very pretty. What's your name? Mine is Chardonnay. I'm five." Chardonnay's eyes then shifted to the bodyguard, her head tilting to one side. She continued to smile. "You're very tall, mister." It was at that point that her mother was able to get closer to her. Emmaly stepped between two people wielding cameras, stating another apology for the briskness. She quickly moved over to wrap her hand around Donnie's, her eyes wide and frantic. It had only been a few minutes, but it had felt incredibly longer. The hesitation was evident on her face as she quickly shifted her eyes to the other young woman.

"Oh, oh my god. I'm sorry. She let go of my hand and then before I knew it, she was talking to strangers and getting in people's ways." Emmaly quickly glanced down at Chardonnay, smiling softly. Her voice dipped for a moment. "Donnie, don't do that to me. You're getting big, but mommy doesn't like being worried." Her eyes quickly averted back to the bodyguard and woman. There was something almost familiar about the girl standing in front of her, but Emmaly couldn't place her finger on it. "She wasn't being a bother, was she?" The girl looked like she just wanted to leave, and here she was, making matters worse. Her brow creased and a frown slid onto her face.

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[LILIKA ANNA DAVIS]

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•••--“Okay people back up, give the miss some room!” Bark her guard as Lilika sighed tired of these crazy people. Flash, flash, flash, Lilika! Lilika! Lilika! It was giving her a headache and well she looked like a sweety mess. Usually the paparazzi couldn’t find her when she did her work out stuff, then again they very rarely went to the gym for this reason. Rubbing her face with the towel she took in a deep breath before whipping it over her shoulder trying to ignore all of the crap people were yelling. If it was bad enough that the reporters were bugging her, so were the fans, yet she was keeping her cool very well for just having a spat with her trainer. However, it was then that she heard a small voice.

Her bright ice blue eyes wandered over, looking down at this tiny little voice before smiling down at the little angel. She was so cute, she couldn’t be all that old. Lilika’s eyes wondered up looking for the mother, but she must have gotten lost in the crowd. It was a surprise she made it pass her guard but either way Lilika couldn’t put pass her cuteness. Beating down her arms resting on the top of her knees as she sat on her toes she smiled. “You’re very pretty too, my name is Lilika, but I like your name more. It’s very pretty just like you.” She said poking the little child in the nose very lightly with a giggle. “Where is your mommy? Don’t want her to worry do we?” She carried on before holding out her hand for the little girl. “Why don’t we find her together?” She smiled before seeing the little girls hand taken. Looking up there was a very lovely, tired looking woman. Lilika grin. “Oh look we found her.” She whispered in the little girls ear before standing up and stretching her hands high above her head.

“No, no, it’s alright. I’m glad you were able to get her quickly, we were just about to look for you. She very cute by the way. Why don’t I go get changed and we can have the talk she wanted to? Only if that’s alright with you?” Lilika ask smiling down at the little girl who’s name she had already forgotten, she was horrible with all the different names she was told every day, but lucky for her she never forgot a face.

“Sorry to break up the chat but we need to move into the change room before this turns into a mob, security is having troubles getting to us.”

“Oh alright, quick, quick before you two get hurt, sorry about this.” Lilika smiled before being quickly rushed into the change rooms .

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Tagged;Open
Words;---
Lyrics;Hott -- 3OH3
Notes; Sorry for taking so long school was a little insane.

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