pleased

I'm a be on the next level

I'm a be rockin' over that bass treble

If god's the game that you're playing, well we must get more acquainted
pissed
imabianca
Lying is one thing. Everybody lies.

Lying when confronted with the truth, hurting me, and calling me a bitch? That's... something else.

Fuck.

Drew's obviously going through some shit right now, and part of me wants to help... Just do whatever is necessary to get him through this. The other part? Seriously pissed and done. I'm not going to stick around just to get told I shouldn't. I have any other guy in this school for that. I don't deserve to be treated like shit for caring.

[locked from here down]
I mean. It's body stuff, right? What if Drew's like his... like Adam?

Alicia left town again. She didn't leave a note.

ooc.
pleased
imabianca
I need about a one-week break from Bianca. Fi should still be go.
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Phone Post
hell no
imabianca
Alicias staying at home for once. Staying technically i mean. I think shes between boyfriends or dealers or fuckheads... Mom keeps her room for her during the months shes away. I dont know if its sad or... I dont know. Nice. Moms so happy to have her home shes all but waved the just dont do it in the house rule. Doesnt keep Licia here anyway. She gave me those pills. Im not thinking about what she did to get them. Guess it was a welcome home gift. Grandmamas making pasta tonight. Wouldnt miss it.

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pleased
imabianca
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TUMBLR-VERSE PORN
kinda sexy
imabianca
Title: If I had my way with you
Authors: newtorres and severelyunderestimate
Summary: That thing we've been alluding to.
Rating: NC-17. Seriously. If you are underage, please click away. We aren't responsible for deflowering your mind.

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Writer Healing/Celebrating Alicia YT Day
smirky
imabianca
Saturdays are like... gifts from the gods. Assuming none of the teachers at Degrassi had sticks up their asses and assigned major projects over the weekends, Bianca was free from 3PM on Friday until at least 5PM on Sunday, when the homework crackdown began.

Saturdays were reserved for sleeping in. Letting her hair get wild. Dancing in her room. Reading.

After a Friday night glammed up and out, wrecking havoc on the town, it was something she'd always tried to do. Take time for herself. Dance class. Saturdays.

But this Saturday was different. She didn't want to be alone.

Wondering if Adam was awake--after all, it was still early for a weekend--she fumbled with her phone. Her mom was working, and no one else was home. Would it be cool to invite him over? Deep breath.

Couldn't hurt to ask, right?

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mfing princess
imabianca
She dialed quickly.

If she was going to, well, date Adam, she was going to have to say things. Things she wasn't used to saying. Things that, with any other guy, might be understood. But things that, with any other guy, probably wouldn't need to be addressed in the first place.

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pft
imabianca
Sore (the good kind) from dancing.

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pleased
imabianca
Hangovers and Degrassi do not mix.

I've got my guns and horses;; for deadhandfan
pft
imabianca
Thanks to Drew Torres, a few filthy texts, and a semi-convincing lie ("omg i 4got we have a project 2 do 4 english class") she had Adam's number. 

Thanks to the corner gas station manager having no morals and her "perky ass titties" she had a bottle of tequila she was pretty sure hadn't even been drugged.

And, thanks to her sister's boyfriend being in town for break and not giving a shit where he left fucking anything, she had a relatively untraceable number.

But worst of all, thanks to Adam, she couldn't stop thinking.

Which is what the booze was for--kicking thinking right in the ass. She was knee-deep in drunk, lately, cause mid-way through the bottle it didn't much matter if Adam's face was a little softer-looking than the other guys. And hell, she could even think "other guys" without flinching--she could believe it. Gracie was just... was... whatever. An echo, maybe.  Lines, and rules, and labels, and all that shit? Who cared, really. Who really sat down and said that boobs made a girl and a dick made a guy. Cause some guys totally had boobs, and she'd seen some really ugly dicks.

She knows she'll think about it, when she drinks.

And she drinks anyway.

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