GRINNIN' LIKE A FOOL,

[hayden riley channing]

y o u ' r e j u s t a d a y d r e a m a w a y

i wouldn't know what to say if i had you. and i'll keep you a day dream away, just watch from a safe place

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[atrb=width,240] You’ve probably come across that one person who can’t ever stop moving. Well that was Hayden. He couldn't sit still even if his life depended on it. His knees were always bouncing and his fingers always tapping, it seemed to be apart of him. He had some kind of perpetual beat in his head that he couldn’t ever get out. Perhaps it was because he was a drummer. Who really knew? Some people thought he was nervous, some thought he was annoying, some thought he was bored. It wasn’t any of those truly, it sort of just happened that way. It was an unintentional thing too. He’d be sitting around or waiting on some one and he’d suddenly be aware of it and try to stop. The incessant tapping, rapping, and drumming would pick back up only moments later. So here he was, becoming more and more aware of his bobbing knees. Hayden didn’t want to be in the Urban Photography building. He would’ve loved to be anywhere else, but fate wasn’t going to let him out of this one. His band manager had made it pretty clear to him that this had to get done, going on and on about deadlines and such. Hayden figured it was smarter to get it over with then keep putting it off. He was absolutely wonderful at putting stuff of. Hayden had all this energy and would start one thing and quickly hop to another. His attention span was pretty decent, but easily shifted. Unfortunately, there wasn’t much to focus on in the Urban Photography office but the cute receptionist and models that kept trailing through the door. He’d already made his acquaintance with a couple of the girls; it crossed his mind to do it with a few more, but he stopped himself. That wouldn’t be very professional of him. Hayden smirked inwardly, that was peculiar, comparing himself to professional. He had missed that mark a long time ago. Hayden was always bruised in some way and his speech was not something to marvel at. He always said what was on his mind, regardless of who was within earshot. Hayden loved being in a band and touring and meeting new people. That was the really awesome side to his career, but the business side of things absolutely sucked. He was so glad he had a manager to take care of all the contracts and all that crap, he’d go crazy if he had to do it himself. It was easier to be herded around, even though he had a blatant aversion to direction. Looking around the studio, he wondered what went into Urban Photography. What made it run smoothly? His gaze drifted to the receptionist clicking away at her computer screen, her focus so intense that he almost wanted to bend over her shoulder and ask her what she was doing. Surely there were more interesting things in life to do. He shifted in the over sized sofa he’d claimed for his own, biting his lower lip. Hopefully some of the other guys would join him in this misery. Hayden glanced wistfully to the door, wondering why he was alone in this. It wasn’t his cup of tea to get his picture taken. He liked to play around, but when it was time to be serious, no thanks. It seemed much more comfortable to be behind the lens, preferably nowhere near it. It was incredibly awkward to him. The twenty-two year old couldn’t recall any guys he knew who liked to have their picture taken. And that was natural to him. He felt like a ballerina with a camera in his face. Hayden was definitely not a ballerina. Maybe he was being dramatic, it couldn’t be that bad. He’d done this whole thing before, his mom was a total fan of Christmas card portraits and Hot Seekers had visited a couple different photographers in their past. He’d suck it up, act like a man. Whatever had to happen to get through this. He just hoped his name would be called soon. His impatience was climbing with every tick of the chrome clock on the wall.

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[chelsea anamaria de torres]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 430px; height: 380px; background-image: url(http://www.swimchick.net/resources/textures/newtextures/text114.jpg) ;] for the moment we will come alive tonight chelsea loved her job more than anything. she had given up everything to become a photographer - her parents money, support, and love, for starters. they wanted her to become a doctor, or a lawyer, or something better than a 'silly artist.' they had both come from lesser priveledged families and had high hopes for her. they wanted her to make lots of money, so that she could give her children more than her parents had given her. there were two problems with this scenerio, however. firstly, there was no way in hell that chelsea would ever settle for a job that involved more than four years of school, she didn't have the patience for that. and secondly, she didn't even want kids, so what was the point? she was artistic, messy, and could barely survive high school... there was no way she was about to waste another ten years becoming a doctor when she wouldn't even be happy doing it. so she packed up her things, moved to los angeles, and found a job in a photo studio, something she had dreamt about since she was seven years old. sure, she didn't live the most glamorous life, she didn't have tons of income and certainly wasn't living the high life in some mansion with a pool. but chelsea was happy being poor, and happy working sixty plus hours a week with people who had become her best friends. this morning had not started off well. the power went out in her building, causing her alarm to disable, and she woke up to her kitten meowing at her to feed him at nearly eleven. she spilled coffee on herself when she finally got to the office, putting her even further behind. when she realized she actually had a few appointments today, she raced around the office looking for a spare shirt. she finally cornered terry and grabbed one of the shirts she had left in his office, changing as fast as she could before running out to the waiting room. even though the day had started out as a struggle, there was no trace of frustration on her face. she would admit that she wasn't the most tidy person, or the nicest in some situations, or even the most graceful of creatures. but when she was at work, she knew how to carry herself, because she didn't want to lose clients. she was funny and charming, and serious when need be. honestly, it all depended on who walked through the studio doors. the thing she loved most about her job was the amount of musicians that came and went, getting promo shots, album covers, what have you. they were one of her biggest weaknesses, boys who were confident and musical and suave. she had dated a few of them in her past, and she admitted sometimes she used the job to pick up men. then again, who didn't? she pushed through the door and saw hayden, and a smirk crossed her face as soon as she remembered who exactly he was. yes, hayden channing, drummer of hot seekers. they were one of chelsea's favorite bands around, although she wasn't about to reveal that information. she had done a little research on him and the band the day before, to prepare for the shoot. her research had taken her to a couple of interesting places, and she had found herself surfing a gossip forum for a few minutes before getting back to work. it seemed hayden had a slight reputation for being a bit of a man slut, which was a-okay with chelsea. it just meant they'd have more in common, and would definitely have more time spending the next, oh, hour and a half together. she walked up to him, camera in left hand, and stuck out her right for him to shake. "hayden channing? hi, i'm chelsea de torres, i'll be your photographer today." she grinned at him, doing whatever she could to impress. maybe he wouldn't notice how long it had taken her to grab him for the shoot, and maybe he wouldn't notice that she had almost put her shirt on backwards nearly two minutes ago, or that she was having the worst morning ever. "so, do you know if you want your shots indoors or out? there's some great lighting outside today." she proposed, staring at his features a little. that was honestly the best part about her job - getting to look at cute boys all day, and getting paid for it. and oh, hayden channing was definitely a looker, with that perfect hair and crooked smile. she bit her lip subconciously, eyeing him like she was a lion on the prowl. oh, she'd have his number by the end of the day, she was sure of it. dear jess, this is 804 words and i love you.

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[hayden riley channing]

y o u ' r e j u s t a d a y d r e a m a w a y

i wouldn't know what to say if i had you. and i'll keep you a day dream away, just watch from a safe place

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[atrb=width,240] Hayden didn’t want to be ‘that guy’. The one who was so impatient that he kept bothering the lady at the desk, wondering when his name would be called. Those people were incredibly obnoxious and far from attractive. Hayden sighed lightly, surrendering to the situation. He supposed he’d just have to wait it out; there was really nothing that he could do about it. Hayden observed enviously as model after model dropped their name by the hot receptionist and strutted on in as if they owned the place. What he would’ve done to be them. His day had been going considerably well. He’d woken up later than usual and had pretty much lounged around his apartment. It was a luxury he didn’t experience much, relaxing. Most of the time Hayden was constantly on the run, whether to be at band practice, a recording session, or a plain old party, he felt like he didn’t have much room to breathe anymore. He felt bad for complaining, his parents constantly reminded him how much he had been given, but it would have been nice to simply hang out and down a beer and some cold pizza. Anyway, he’d been focusing all his attention on a second pack of pop tarts when his band manager intruded so inconveniently on his quiet time. Hayden hadn’t bothered arguing, he’d convinced the big boss in charge that he would be at Urban Photography on time. And look at that, he was right on schedule… or maybe a little bit too early by the looks of things. No hard feelings though, Hayden was a go-with-the-flow sort of guy. He figured it was fashion week or something of the sort, that would explain all the models and the delay. It was a nifty building once he stopped to think about it. Hayden reclined in the chair, his eyes drifting lazily from picture to picture. They were impressive shots; there was no denying it. A faint smile touched his lips as he recognized candid photographs of the Relapse staff and some of the other bands that were apart of the record family. It shocked him to see his own face on a wall, but there he was, mixed in with a bunch of other people and the other Hot Seekers members. Whoever was behind all these cameras knew what they were doing. "hayden channing? hi, i'm chelsea de torres, i'll be your photographer today." Her very feminine voice pulled him away from his wispy musings and he stood up fluidly, noticing her white smile. Hayden smiled back, shaking her hand in a friendly manor. ”that’s me.” He shrugged modestly, which was far from his true personality, tucking his hands into the pockets of his worn jeans. Funny how she’d recognized him without having to call his name. The twenty-two year old still wasn’t used to being picked out so easily. It felt good however, it didn’t cross his mind that he was somewhat of a celebrity in the music world, but when it did.. damn it was fantastic. She appeared as if she knew what the hell she was doing, definitely put together and collected. Looks were almost always deceiving, but he decided he’d have a little faith today. She was holding her big shiny camera so casually that he almost forgot he was there for business. "so, do you know if you want your shots indoors or out? there's some great lighting outside today." Did she really ask him that? Hayden had no clue where it would better to take pictures at; he was a drummer for crying out loud. He’d humor her a little. ”actually i was thinking outside, my face just captures the light,” He blinked at her, completely serious for a moment. kidding, i have no idea. you’re the expert. Hayden broke in to a corny grin. Honestly, he didn’t give a shit about the pictures. One,two,three clicks and hopefully he was out of there. It didn’t matter if he was inside, outside, or on the moon. ”so am i in good hands with you? or should i be worried?” He raised an eyebrow, his sideways smirk playing on his features. She seemed like a good sport to him, he'd have some fun messing around with her. He gazed back at her for a minuscule minute, allowing himself to take in her pearly smile and her chocolate brown hair. Most people probably would’ve been embarrassed if they were caught checking a girl out, but not Hayden. Girls seemed to be his forte. It was natural for him to strike up a conversation and to get a number here and there. He could have been mistaken, but Chelsea didn’t come off as the type of woman to care if a guy was admiring her assets."should we start this thing?" He inquired innocently, biting down on his lower lip and gesturing toward the whole wonderland behind the photographer.

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[chelsea anamaria de torres]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 430px; height: 380px; background-image: url(http://www.swimchick.net/resources/textures/newtextures/text114.jpg) ;] for the moment we will come alive tonight she kept an eye on his body language, trying to figure out if the rumors she had read about him could possibly be true. he carried himself with confidence, yes, but he seemed nice enough. he definitely had the looks to get away with murder though, and she knew she could never trust a pretty boy like hayden. it looked like there were secrets hiding behind those puppy dog eyes, and she knew he could be trouble. he had a nice handshake though, and she noted the callouses that were probably from his profession. he was a drummer after all, or at least, that's what wikipedia had told her. she liked a guy with strong hands, and she snapped her attention back to him quickly, hoping he wouldn't notice her thoughts drifting elsewhere. "oh?" she raised an eyebrow, wondering if he was serious or not. some people were so damn picky about their pictures, and she had run into one too many celebrities who insisted they needed natural light and couldn't be photographed indoors. it looked like hayden honestly didn't give a shit about where his pictures were, he looked impatient enough as it was. was she really running that late? she took a look up at the clock on the wall - yep, she definitely had earned this behavior. "right." she laughed, touching his arm as she did so. physical touch was somewhat of a comfort to chelsea, and she needed her subjects to feel as comfortable with her as possible before a shoot. she hated that tense, fake smile that some people got when a camera was in front of them, it seemed so forced and just... tacky. chelsea was good at her job and liked to stay that way, so she'd spend hours with a person if necessary, to get those few spectacular shots. after all, most of the people who she made appointments with weren't models, they were musicians or actors, with no training on lighting or angles or anything of the sort. well, by the time they were done here, hayden would have a full lesson on how exactly to make him look the best, whether he wanted it or not. chelsea wasn't very good at keeping quiet, and she was constantly snapping directions and advice to whoever was sitting in front of her camera. hey, at least it made it easier to take self portraits whenever her customers would go home and examine their angles for themselves. her attention snapped back to him, noting that he had an incredibly sexy smirk. "oh yes, you're in the best hands around." she replied, no need for modesty in this situation. she wasn't about to pretend she wasn't good at her job, because hell, she was being paid to be the best. it was important for her to be confident and sure of herself, because being shy didn't fly in this business. she could tell he was looking at her differently, and she bit her lip coyly as he looked her up and down. she was used to this. she was her own personal brand, her own manager, her own everything - she had to sell herself, and it looked as if she was doing a damn good job at it. it was much easier shooting male subjects anyways, usually they flirted with her the entire photoshoot, which proved to make some interesting photographs. she knew she could get him to smile though, which was a necessity. he was funny, too... so maybe this would be where her day would turn around into a good one. "yes, let's." she agreed, walking past him to open the door to the studio. "head to the door on your left, that leads outside. there's a park a couple blocks away, you don't mind if we go there, do you?" she asked, staring at him, observing the angles of his face. he really was quite attractive, and it wouldn't be hard to capture that on film. she figured he was just here for some promo shots for his band, to throw up on their myspace or facebook or whatever the hell music was played on these days. she hoped he would be a good sport about all of this and cooperate, because she had a feeling they could make some photo magic today. her mind filled with different backdrops, different poses and positions she pictured him in. she reached for her camera and started messing with the different settings, itching to get a shot in as soon as possible. she waited for him to walk through the door and then walked to the second, opening it to reveal the parking lot of the studio. it wasn't conventional to go outside of the open studio space for portraits, but chelsea was never really good at following the rules. besides, it was way too nice of a day to let all of this beautiful lighting go to waste. dear jess, this is 825 words and i love you.

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[hayden riley channing]

y o u ' r e j u s t a d a y d r e a m a w a y

i wouldn't know what to say if i had you. and i'll keep you a day dream away, just watch from a safe place

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[atrb=width,240] He didn’t know what she’d heard about him, but he sort of hoped nothing too outrageous. It was ridiculous all the bullshit spun out these days, and it was even worse that people wholeheartedly believed it. Hayden didn’t believe much of anything until he saw it with his own eyes; he wasn’t exactly quick to judge. Nah, he made mild observations and carefully worked over what he’d gathered, altering his opinion when he needed to. On tour, he’d had to justify himself so many times. Teenagers and young adults alike would set him up with the strangest accusations, and it sometimes made him uncomfortable how some treated him like a God. He was a drummer and nothing more. Nobody knew him for what he was. The world pretty much knew he was whore, well Hayden didn’t like to call it that. He was friendly.. was that so bad? He wasn’t rude and he wasn’t a pig. There was a fine line and he didn’t cross it. Everyone also thought they knew about his bipolar disorder. He’d come to discover that the majority of people assumed being bipolar meant he was crazy, that he couldn’t control himself at all. On the contrary, he was just fine. His temperament was balanced, especially on pills. Off prescribed medicine, most of his peers couldn’t tell much of a difference. He’d have his moments, lasting as long as three days, but he’d never experienced anything much longer. People liked to ask him how he felt about being bipolar. It got on his nerves, but he couldn’t tell everyone to shut the fuck up, could he? Hayden always answered as polite as possible, never sugar coating it of course. He didn’t feel at all. It was apart of him and it was something he dealt with. Big whoop. Hayden chewed at his lip, coming back to reality. Man, when he got started, he could do some serious thinking. "oh?" Oh, first test. Hayden watched Chelsea’s reaction, noticing her arched eyebrows and her red lips. Now how would she handle his humor? One thing he hated in a girl was when she couldn’t take a joke. It was absolutely painful to deal with someone who had a stick up his or her butt. He didn’t think the girl was like that, he was praying she wasn’t, or else this would be a long shoot. "right." Hayden reacted to her laugh with a triumphant twitch of his lips. Feeling her delicate fingers on his forearm, he leaned lightly into her hand, hazel blue eyes shining mischievously. He probably should have thought this through. Chelsea was most likely trying to make him feel comfortable, but the horny guy side of Hayden easily got the best of him. Eh, he’d do it now and regret it later. Flirt with her, that is. She came off as a girl who was used to being hit on, so Hayden was a bit interested to see how she’d handle his playfulness. It was unintentional; he was a friendly guy to begin with. "oh yes, you're in the best hands around." And there it was, the confidence he so liked in a woman. He reminded himself that he was here on business and his manager had demanded he make them look good, yadda yadda. ”alright, for some reason, i believe you.” He nodded his head, dropping his gaze to the floor before glancing back at her. Would it be weird to say he was actually starting to anticipate this little shindig? But only a little, and only because she was cute. The drummer held back a snicker as her facial expression warped to some girly coy pout, not that it wasn’t flattering, but because it gave her away… or him away. Whichever way you dissected it, the outcome was simple. They both considered each other easy on the eyes. They’d wasted a nice five minutes doing that awkward introduce each other kind of thing and Hayden was ready to move on. "head to the door on your left, that leads outside. there's a park a couple blocks away, you don't mind if we go there, do you?" As if on cue, she read his mind. He followed her as she started to head out, taking in his surroundings. I don’t mind at all. Hayden answered with a leisureliness coating his words. It was nice outside, nicer than he remembered it being. Hayden had a thing for being outdoors, his skin sold him out a lot of the time. He had tan-lines all over from t-shirts and random band tanks. The drummer made a mental note to go for a run when he made it home, whenever that would be. He caught her bright eyes and smirked lightly, ”why do you keep looking at me like that? do i have something on my face? He questioned her, tilting his head expectantly. Pft, well it was possibly because he was just so damn fine. No, he wasn’t that full of himself. Shit, he probably did have something on his face. Hayden ran a callused hand through his caramel hair, shaking his head half-heatedly. ”didn’t anyone teach you it’s not polite to stare camera girl? Oh, let the games begin.

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[chelsea anamaria de torres]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 430px; height: 380px; background-image: url(http://www.swimchick.net/resources/textures/newtextures/text114.jpg) ;] for the moment we will come alive tonight chelsea was extremely proud of the work she did, whether it be for promotions or just to be seen by facebook. she had been fooling around with a camera since she was thirteen, and she knew she had gotten pretty damn good. she knew she still had a lot to learn, sure, but she thought of herself as one of the best photographers in her agency. "good, because i never lie." she smirked, keeping an eye on his body language. she could tell he wasn't some idiot who only cared about flirting with her, no, he almost saw through every move she made. that made her a little uncomfortable, the idea that she wasn't charming the crap out of someone new... was she losing her chelsea touch? she was known throughout high school as being one of the most people pleasing girls in her grade, without being an extreme pushover... maybe she had to step up her game around this hayden fellow. interesting, interesting indeed. she was used to being flirted with, for sure, but she had to admit these cat and mouse games were usually initiated by her, and finished by her. she was the queen of them, and it was a pleasant surprise to be challenged so early by such a good looking fellow. she couldn't help but to let her eyes drift to the floor, checking him out as sneakily as possible. then again, she'd always have an excuse if he caught her - it was her job to know every inch of him, to capture the absolute best features of his body. oh, she was so thankful to have this job. she walked further out into the parking lot, leading him to the alley that lead to the shortcut to the park. she shielded her eyes from the sun with one hand, still keeping her eyes on the drummer. "like what?" she laughed, looking away from him. if chelsea was the type to blush, now would be a time for pigment to appear in her cheeks, but no, she rarely got embarrassed. "i couldn't help it, your bone structure is just too much fun to look at." she shrugged, looking back up at him so she could wink at him playfully. oh, this boy was going to be fun to work with, she could already tell. he wasn't afraid to speak his mind, and she liked that - she was sick and tired of dealing with people who acted like they had to walk on thin ice around her, avoiding saying what they really meant, lest they offend her, or worse, see her angry side. "besides, i'm being paid to stare at you, aren't i?" she raised an eyebrow and refocused her gaze on his face, picking up the traces of a smirk on those beautiful lips of his. if only he could keep that look on his face... yep, she could already picture photograph after photograph of him. she knew that by the time they were done here, he would demand all of his portraits be taken by her, or at least, that's what her goal was. that's how she kept her business going, honestly. being the most fun photographer a person had ever been around, and taking good pictures to boot. they came across the park and chelsea set her tote bag down on the park bench in front of them. "alright, i need to take some test shots. so stand... here...." she put her arms on his shoulders and moved him a few inches over, smiling as the light hit his cheeks in just the right way. "these are just to get my settings right, so, do whatever you want. get comfortable, make funny faces... do whatever you need to feel comfortable around me, because tense photos really suck, honestly." she lifted the camera to her face, messing with the exposure, the shutter speed, everything. she snapped a photo and examined it carefully, pleased to see that the light was hitting his in the way she had pictured it in her mind. "perfect." she smirked, noting that he looked even cuter on film than he did in person. "just... get comfortable, get loose." she ordered, letting the strap of the camera catch her baby as she let it fall to her chest, freeing her hands. she grabbed each of his arms lightly and shook him playfully, then tossled his hair a little, messying it up just enough. "and just let me know if i'm being too bossy, and i'll try to tone it down a little." she laughed at herself, letting her fingers linger on his toned arms just a little longer than she normally would have before returning to their positions on her nixon. he was inspiring her without even doing much, and she couldn't help but to think that it would be fun to draw him as well - after all, photos weren't the only thing chelsea was good at. dear jess, this is 829 words and sorry if this sucks, i'm sleepy D;.

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[hayden riley channing]

y o u ' r e j u s t a d a y d r e a m a w a y

i wouldn't know what to say if i had you. and i'll keep you a day dream away, just watch from a safe place

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[atrb=width,240] This girl seemed like the real deal. She was comfortable in the studio and she handled that camera like it was a football. If the roles were reversed and Hayden was the one with the camera, he would have held it like it was a newborn puppy or baby, either one worked. He already felt relaxed with Chelsea, she had a warmness about her that he was picking up on. "good, because i never lie." That got his attention. Hayden regarded Chelsea sharply, wondering if she was being serious or not. That smirk on her flirty features told him she was messing around, but he hoped her words were genuine. The one thing Hayden couldn’t stand was a liar. Sure, he lied when he was younger, but for the most part he’d always been rather open when it came to his point of view. ”i hate liars.” He stated simply, scanning the scene before them. Hayden felt the photographer’s eyes on him and he kept feeling the need to impress her or at least make a mark in her memory. He’d do it somehow, he’d decided that back in the Urban lobby. She’d sparked his interest that was for sure. The drummer didn’t want to jump to conclusions, but he figured Chelsea was the type of girl to get what she wanted. Seriously, who could deny her what she wished? It was silent for a bit, and Hayden didn’t mind it. He walked by her side, his feet moving him along without him even thinking about it. He listened to the gravel crunching beneath them, suppressing a comment about the ally. "like what?" Her voice broke the silence and he shrugged his shoulders as her question processed in his mind. ”i don’t know, like i’m some kind of a specimen.” He breathed mysteriously, shooting her a childish expression. Most of the time he was never serious, Hayden was mostly all play. He thought life was too short to live any other way. He liked making her laugh and he had a feeling they both would be exchanging some laughs throughout the period of time they were in each other’s company. "i couldn't help it, your bone structure is just too much fun to look at." Hayden scoffed, throwing his head back dramatically. oh darling, you flatter me too much He winked right back at her, his witty ego resurfacing. His confidence was all in good fun of course. Hayden wasn’t truly narcissistic, well not that bad. They strolled further, finally entering the park. He nodded his head subtly at his surroundings, Chelsea had been right when she said the weather was too nice to ignore. There were not that many people in the park, a couple of grandmas doing laps and a mom or two strolling her sleeping infant. Hayden preferred it that way, it would make staring at Chelsea’s giant camera less humiliating. "besides, i'm being paid to stare at you, aren't i?" He’d never thought about it that way. Technically, she was being payed to look at him. A disturbing thought struck him. What if this sauciness she’d been putting out was all for her job? Shit that would be disappointing. He narrowed his eyes at her ”chelsea one, hayden zero.” He frowned pushing his lip out in that stereotypical puppy dogface. ”not much of a job if you ask me.” Hayden jested, nudging her with his shoulder. Disappointment settled over him as they finally reached the park. Now he had to be somewhat serious. Uh, for the love of his band he’d try and get some decent pictures done. Hayden leaned against the side of the bench, watching curiously as she put that giant bag down. Girls and their bags, he didn’t get that either. Well, Chelsea’s was probably legitimate. She most likely had a bunch of scary camera gadgets in there. "alright, i need to take some test shots. so stand... here...." He let her move him, becoming like putty in her hands. Hayden’s eyebrows shot up as she smiled with a hint of victory; he supposed he was in the right spot. ”way to man-handle me Chelsea.” He purred at her, his signature smirk crawling back up his face. ”it’s okay. i might’ve liked it.” He confessed, his gaze drifting away from her nonchalantly. "these are just to get my settings right, so, do whatever you want. get comfortable, make funny faces... do whatever you need to feel comfortable around me, because tense photos really suck, honestly." Hmm, what he needed to do to feel comfortable. Well, the camera wasn’t going to help at all. Unfortunately they couldn’t take it out of the equation. He heard the shutter of the camera and it took him by surprise. Hayden blinked, ”that was probably horrible.” He muttered, eyeing her camera with a not-so-thrilled look on his features. The boy shrugged when she said it was perfect, yeah she was talking about the lighting not him. "just... get comfortable, get loose." He smiled as she grasped him, letting himself be swayed by her. Aw, she was adorable. ”hey now, don’t get too crazy. He warned jokingly as her fingers brushed his hair, but he left it alone. If she wanted his hair screwed up, that was fine with him. He glanced down at her hands as they lingered on his arms, and he was quiet tempted to touch her back in some way. His ocean orbs flicked to her face inquisitively, traveling over her lips until he met her gaze. Pretty eyes, gorgeous face, hot body. Damn the guys at Urban Photography were lucky. "and just let me know if i'm being too bossy, and i'll try to tone it down a little." Hayden laughed softly with her, shaking his head. It amused him to think of her as too bossy, but then again.. she was a totally new person to him. She could be harboring a different side he wasn’t seeing. ”will do, don’t worry.” The drummer reassured her, wetting his lips. Man, he didn’t want to do this. He sent a dirty look to a jogger that was too interested his own good. Hm, how could he put this off longer? ”you know how you said get loose,” Hayden stated, his eyes roaming the park. Ah, there it was. A little bridge crossing a man-made river. ”race me to the other side of that bridge? He challenged her, biting his lip in anticipation of her answer. Oh he could make a game out of anything.

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[chelsea anamaria de torres]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 430px; height: 380px; background-image: url(http://www.swimchick.net/resources/textures/newtextures/text114.jpg) ;] for the moment we will come alive tonight chelsea's ears perked up as he spoke on his hatred of liars, and she couldn't help but to laugh, eyes dropping to the floor. chelsea had learned from a young age that there was no reason to lie, and with a father who could see through her every word, she had learned the hard way that lies only lead you to trouble. that didn't mean she was open about every aspect of her life, but she would rather not say anything at all than say anything that could be percieved as a falsehood. she figured it was one of her flaws, not being able to tell a white lie here or there, but hayden seemed to be pleased with this quality... it always made her feel silly when boys thought her flaws were positive traits, it always made her think of that old saying about how 'the one' wouldn't accept your flaws... they wouldn't see your flaws as flaws at all. not that chelsea believed that, she barely believed in love and wouldn't even have that if it wasn't for the notebook. she believed in it enough to know that it always lead to heartache, and so chelsea stayed away from the word and all associated with such. honestly it was probably her biggest problem when it came to relationships, the fear of commitment or falling too hard for someone, leaving her weak and exposed. as they walked and talked, chelsea realized that whatever annoyed expression he had when they had first met had disappeared. dare she say it, he looked like he was actually enjoying himself, and she couldn't help but to feel a little proud that she had gotten him to loosen up just a few minutes into their appointment. she had heard rumors that he was a little testy sometimes, and all of the forums that she visited when she was avoiding work told her he had some serious mood swing issues... she figured they were all talk, he seemed nice enough now. sassy and sarcastic too, which were both positives in his book. "yeah, i probably do... i bet you get flattered all the time." she responded, realizing that a hot musician like him probably spent his entire life being hit on. she knew how relentless some girls were, how pushy and forward they had gotten at such a young age. it all made her laugh, picturing fourteen year old girls hitting on hayden at shows - she was sure it happened all the time, no wonder he was said to have such a huge ego. "oh, it's definitely the best job i've had in a while." she mused, smirking as he pouted, realizing the same thought that had to be going through his head. she wasn't about to stroke his ego any more though, he had to know that she wasn't -that- fake when it came to talking to new people.. the girl tried not to laugh as hayden flirted with her through the camera lense, a very sexy smirk appearing on his face - something she was sure she needed a picture of. "you wish i'd man handle you." she laughed, her finger still hitting the camera's trigger as she spoke. nothing could distract her from doing her job when she was in work mode, as muse for a photograph overtook her. "it was fine, don't worry about what you think you'll look like on camera... i'm capturing your good side." she ordered, a soft smile forming across her rosy lips. she noted that his hair was definitely as soft as it looked, and was a little caught off guard as he stared back at her - still, she locked gazes with him, trying to figure out exactly what color his eyes were. "hmmm?" she responded, laughing as he finished his proposal. a race? she could tell he was getting antsy, maybe he wouldn't be the best subject to photograph - it was the ones who never wanted to stand still that caused her the most problems, although she had to admit that usually they were the ones she enjoyed spending time with the most, because they usually matched her 'go go go' personality. chelsea pursed her lips - she really shouldn't say yes, she was on company time and running around a park wasn't exactly in her job description. still, she couldn't pass up a good race. "alright, but when i win, you have to stand still and let me shoot you in peace." she laughed, setting her camera down inside of her bag, tucking it under the closest bench - running with an expensive camera in hand didn't seem like the smartest idea. there was no way hayden could know that chelsea played varsity soccer for her school's team, or that she went on runs pretty much every day as her main form of exercise. "alright. one... two... three go!" she counted, sprinting off towards the bridge across the park. she didn't dare look behind her, knowing it would just slow her down, and continued to sprint towards the bridge, hoping that his hair wouldn't get too messed up and that he wouldn't get too sweaty during said run - although she had to admit, that would probably just make him more attractive in pictures, which was overall the look she was trying to create here tonight. dear jess, this is 900 words and i almost fell asleep towards the end oops.

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[hayden riley channing]

Jul 6, 2011 21:28:10 GMT -4 hayden riley channing said:

y o u ' r e j u s t a d a y d r e a m a w a y

i wouldn't know what to say if i had you. and i'll keep you a day dream away, just watch from a safe place

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[atrb=width,240] Hayden watched her battle her thoughts. He couldn’t tell if he was going to win her over with his proposition or not. Hayden hated it when girls made some shitty remark to get out of something. He’d run into those types of girls many times and he’d been disappointed every time. They’d shrug or bat their eyes hoping he’d forget just what he’d said. Hayden wasn’t stupid and he wasn’t a sucker to girls. Chelsea did not seem like that kind of girl, she looked like a good sport, a joker, and somebody he could have a good time with. He’d be a little bummed if she didn’t want to play his game, but he’d understand. Urban Photography looked like a serious place. Even though it was modern and the employees had a bunch of different quirks, it was still a business. Hayden knew by now that time was money for any sort of trade. Hayden was a prime candidate for time to pick on. He constantly had to be at a signing, or the label, or on stage at the right time. He could get in serious trouble or fired if he wasn’t there. Hayden wouldn’t ever risk that and he figured Chelsea wouldn’t either. She appeared dedicated to her job. That was admirable he supposed, slackers and dead beats weren’t particularly attractive to him. "hmmm?" It was looked hopeful. He could tell that nobody had ever challenged her to a race during a photo shoot. It was all part of Hayden’s clever plot to delay the picture taking and get her number. Or something along the lines. He was absolutely confident he could get her digits by the end of the night, but he hadn’t made up his mind yet. Did he casually leave her wanting more? Or let her know he thought she was extremely adorable. Eh, he’d let it all play out. "alright, but when i win, you have to stand still and let me shoot you in peace." The drummer laughed with her, nodding his head in agreement. I promise you, I will stand still for the rest of the night. It was probably a horrible idea to run with a camera around your neck, it could easily break. Hayden cracked his knuckles as she leaned over and ever-so-carefully tucked her camera into the bag. So she was leaving it then. Most people would have apologized for such a stupid idea, but he honestly didn’t really care. There was nobody but grandmas in the park and he assumed none of them knew how to work such an expensive camera. Hayden liked a good race; he was constantly going on runs and pushing himself to beat his personal records. Hayden was a pretty athletic guy. The drummer had been apart of the soccer team, swim team, and track team in high school but it all fell apart in senior year. The band had really taken off by then and the love of his drums and music overpowered everything else. That didn’t mean he was out of shape, by no means. . "alright. one... two... three go!" The twenty-two year old was suddenly taken off guard. Chelsea sped off toward the bridge and he observed her go for a moment, innocently admiring the view. He did not know anything about the photographer, but by her slim figure, he used common sense to determine she did some serious exercising of her own. And then he remembered he was supposed to be running and now he was losing. Hayden smirked, looking up to the darkening sky. Oh how he adored girls. He sprinted after her, catching up rather quickly. He kept a bit of distance between them, figuring he’d let her win this first time around. Yeah, he was nice like that. Hayden wasn’t extremely competitive, but he could be if necessary. You’re about to lose! He called and before he knew it, she was at the bridge. It had been closer than he thought. He stopped short next to her with only a couple of seconds to spare. His breathing was rather easy, from his built up stamina, but he’d be a lying if he said his body temperature hadn’t risen. The drummer smirked down at her, running a hand through his hair. So I guess this means you get to take pictures of me now. He flashed her an over-dramatic frown, making playful puppy noises. Hayden laughed breezily, drawing his tongue over his curved lips. You won this time, even though you cheated. He winked and leaned against the bridge wall. Ah, there was no problem. He didn’t have an urge to mess with her any longer and he’d let her get her work done in peace. Maybe. Hayden didn’t want her to get in trouble with her boss, the drummer knew what that was like and it was no fun. Given Hayden didn’t have a clue that Chelsea’s boss was personally, but he’d seen plaques and shit around. He didn’t look like a guy you wanted to mess with. But hey, as far as he knew, nobody could get mad at a girl with a smile like hers.

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