I'M HOT, YOUR COLD **

[*/ apple mcnamara]

i'm hot, your cold !
word count|| 376
taggers|| open
outfit||tee and jeans and flats and bag

Apple pushed the off button on her iHome, turning the radio off. 'Closer' by Ne-Yo faded out. Apple pulled a brush out from the bag sitting on her bed and flattened her newly-curled hair, which she was now not feeling. She would have looked too dressed up for a movie.

Apple walked over to the mirror, fluffing out her hair and putting dark mascara and eyeliner on. She checked her black nails to make sure they weren't chipped or scratched or anything like that.

Now, Apple wasn't goth. No, just because she wore black make-up, it doesn't make her goth or emo. In her opinion, black make-up was cool, and she thought it made her green-hazel eyes pop. No, she wasn't wearing black lipstick too. Just clear gloss.

Apple grabbed her large Abercrombie bag and walked out of her dorm, slamming the door behind her. Her flats didn't make a sound as she walked down the hall and towards the door to the real world.

Apple skipped to her car and hopped in. She started it, turning down the blasting volume that was connected to her iPod touch. Apple placed her hands on the wheel for a second, and pondered where she would go.

Well, she had seen a trailer for, what looked like, a pretty good movie. Why not check that out?

Apple pulled out of the parking lot and drove away, out of the school campus and into the city surrounding it, making her way to the cinema in the heavy traffic of rush hour, even though it was only 4:30 PM. She drove into the cinema parking lot, and, after a few minutes, found a space.

She opened the door and stepped out, breathing in fresh air. Her car, a fairly new Jaguar convertible, still had that new car smell, and Apple didn't like it. She ran a hand through her hair as she leaned against the door, then walked into the movie theater.

Pushing the door open and holding it for a mother and daughter, Apple followed them into a line to order her tickets. She looked around to see if she could find someone she knew. No one yet.

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[Bethany Fay Carter]

Outfit

'Glamorous' by Fergie blarred from the speakers of the stereo located in dorm 101, where Bethany happened to be deciding what to where for going to a movie. She finally decided on a cute; sophisticated look. A pink plaid ribbon waist mini skirt, a pink pleat front tube top with a white short sleeved coat. Adorning her feet were white flats, in her hand she carried her pink Coach leather wallet.

After much debate she picked up a pink ribbon and tied up her hair in a high-ish set ponytail, her blonde locks having been slightly curled earlier that day. She applied little make-up -lip gloss- and then looked in the mirror. After giving a nod she picked up her car keys and headed for the theater.

Driving took the longest; after getting ready of course, being that trafic was tight and she was driving a biggish car...so she couldn't fit into smaller places. Clicking on her radio she smiled; 'Tattoo' by Jordan Sparks played. Humming alng to the song helped take her mind off the trafic, and eventually she found herself pulling into the parkinglot.

Bethany slid out of her car gracefully, smiling as she looked about. She hurried towards the theater entrance with a smile, and nodded politely when some held the door open for her. Looking around before she went to get in line, Bethany apotted Apple. She smiled as she approached her and tapped her shoulder with a smile. "Hey Aps!" She said with excitement, it'd been a good while since they'd hung out and Bethany was glad to see her friend there.