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This is set in April because that is when I wrote it.
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Daisy Thames;;
date: April 1, 2013
hair: in a pony tail
makeup: mascara, cherry lip gloss
wearing: a mariners baseball sweatshirt, a&f skinny jeans, and turquoise moccasins
where: safeco field
with: with ry, magda, and anya
 
I wasn’t a huge sports person. I ran in my spare time and I did some sports in high school but only because it looked good on college applications. Normally I was all about the academics but when it came to baseball, that was my exception. I always went to games with my dad back home. Today was opening day and Ry, Magda, Anya, and I decided to go cheer on the Mariners, even if they weren't a great team. The Phillies would always be first in my heart.
 
Our seats were far away but it was still exciting. Anya and Magda sat on the ends of us while Ryan and I were seated in the middle.
 
“How are things with Declan?” Magda asked Anya as the game entered the bottom of the seventh inning.
 
I had a feeling that Magda was asking for my sake; she and Lyla were the only ones that I had expressed my feelings about her boyfriend to. I acted like I wasn’t paying attention even though I was.
 
“It’s going okay. He has been busy lately so I haven’t been able to see him as much as I would like.”
 
“What what?” I said before I could stop myself.
 
Anya looked confused. “What do you mean?”
 
I had no choice but to say what I meant. “What is he busy with? I mean he doesn’t have a job or go to school...” I regretted speaking. It was hard to hold back when it came to your best friend.
 
“You don’t have to be so judgmental all of the time, Daisy. I would tell you weren’t going to like him before you even met him,” Anya snapped.
 
“Just...never mind. I’ll keep my mouth shut.”
 
“Please do. You can be quick to judge sometimes.” I wanted to say that he seemed like a loser. I wanted to say that she deserved better. I wanted to say I was only looking out for her but I knew it wouldn’t do me any good. I couldn’t always protect her.
 
“I’m sorry. I’ll get to know him better. I promise,” I told her.
 
Anya didn’t say anything so I assumed she was satisfied with my response. The two of us ended up not talking the rest of the game. As much as I wanted to celebrate the team winning on opening day, I was too busy thinking about how our friendship might have just changed.

I had this written for a month now but I never typed it up.
 

 
MARCH
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Daisy Thames;;
date: March 17, 2013
hair/makeup: http://www.polyvore.com/karlie_kloss/thing?id=78991816
wearing: a white sweater, skinny jeans, a green infinity scarf, green tory burch flats, and a marc jacobs cross body bag
where: voula’s offshore cafe
with: anya
 
“I’ll just have water for now,” I told the waitress. I was waiting on Anya and her new boyfriend. She had been dating him for a month now but I hadn’t met him. Ever since we started at UW, she has had flings with guys but none of them even made it to the month mark like this one.
 
“Daisy, hey,” Anya said as she sat down in the booth across from me. “Declan said he would meet us here so hopefully it won’t be long.”
 
Anya and I talked for about fifteen minutes. The whole time she kept glacing at her phone. I always tried to be early everywhere and she knew this. It was a pet peeve.
 
“I’m sure he will be here soon,” I tired to reassure her after she checked her phone for the millionth time.
 
“Oh, I’m not worried,” she lied. Right after she spoke, Declan finally appeared.
 
“Hey baby,” he leaned over and kissed her.
 
“This is Daisy,” she said nodding in my direction.
 
“Hi” was all he said. I am not sure why but I expected him to offer up some excuse for being late. He didn’t.
 
“Nice to meet you,” I told him. Our waitress appeared again to take our orders.
 
“I’ll have a grilled chicken salad,” I said as I passed her my menu.
 
Anya opened her mouth to speak but instead Declan did. “I’ll have a chili burger and she’ll have the same,” he ordered for her. I had been here many times before with my best friend and she never ordered that. Like myself, Anya was a woman of habit. I have her an uneasy look but she she just smiled.
 
Maybe I was overthinking it. She protected me and I, her. I decided to ignore the unsettling feeling in my gut.
“So, Declan,” I started trying to make conversation. “What are you majoring in?”
 
“I’m not in school right now,” he said. The look on his face was one of boredom.
 
“Oh I thought you met Anya at a party on campus?”
 
“He did,” Anya interjected. “But anyone can go to those parties, you know that.”
 
I couldn’t judge. Lyla wasn’t going to school either (but that was due to her not having enough money) and my grandparents never went either. There was one other thing that Lyla and my grandparents had in common and that was the fact that they both worked their behinds off. Lyla working overtime at her job most of the time and my grandparents successfully started a restaurant.
 
“So where are you working, then?” I asked trying to figure out what he does.
 
“I’m in between jobs right now,” he replied.
 
“Oh,” I said. The waitress came to deliver our meals and for a few minutes we didn’t say much.
 
“So did you and Magda end up going to that party Friday?” Anya asked, breaking the ice. Magda had become a big part of our group since we finished our group project. Anya was supposed to go to the party at my dorm with us but last minute decided she wanted to hang out with her new boyfriend instead.
 
“Yeah we did. It went a little crazy. Magda is warming me up to parties more and more. You would have loved it.”
 
“I heard a few stories on my floor Saturday morning. It sounded pretty fun,” she said.
 
I kept telling Anya different tales from Friday. Declan mostly kept to himself during this time.
 
We all finished our meals and our waitress brought the bill by. I handed her a twenty and Declan reached for his wallet before he said, “Oh babe, I left my wallet at home. Can you get it this time?”
 
She nodded yet and handed the waitress her credit card.
 
I wasn’t impressed. I didn’t expect guys to pay for girls or anything like that but it seemed like one of those times that he should have. Without I job I didn’t imagine he had money anyways.
 
I let the cafe with a pit in the bottom of my stomach. Anya was better than him, that much I could tell. I wanted more for my best friend but I was unsure if I should involve myself.

Old draft, just checking in on you guys. How has life been?
 
I've been busy but it is good. I decided last night I have a crush so I am super giddy hehe. I haven't had one in a million years. I forgot how fun they are :P
 
Going to post Daisy stories this weekend. When my english class bores me I just start writing for Daisy and I've written about four so far.

This is for the sleepover friends event. Sorry that I havent been active! There was been family medical issues going on so I haven't had a chance :( Soon this will have a story and I'll catch up on comments.
 
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This set was going to be square but I started to like it just like this. Only one more month that I have to catch up on with Daisy. Going to write an Arden story here soon too.
 
FEBRUARY
 
Valentine's Day
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Daisy Thames;;
date: February 14, 2013
hair: in soft waves
makeup: mascara, rosy pink blush, and cherry lip gloss
wearing: a pink lace dress, a brown belt, and brown sandals
where: the dorm
with: Marah
 
“I’m so fried,” Marah said as we walked back upstairs to our rooms. We were very different, here and I but somehow we became friends. I think university does that to you.
 
“So it isn’t just me. This semester is wearing me down. More so than last. Can spring break happen right now?” I said.
 
“Can graduation come right now?”
 
“If only,” I sighed. “I better go,” I said as I reached my door. “I’ve got a hot skype date tonight with Lyla.”
 
“K,Try not to make too much noise during your cyber sex. I’ve got to sleep early tonight,” she teased me.
 
My face turned bright red. That wasn’t exactly what I had in mind but I knew she was joking...or at least I hoped. “So no Valentine’s date with maybe Mason?” I tried to change the subject. That apparently was a bad idea. Her face looked strained.
 
“Oh no, I better hurry, I don’t want to be late,” I said before she could say anything. The look of relief flooded her face. Sometimes talking wasn’t needed and I could tell it was one of those times.
 
“Bye Daisy,” she said as she slipped into the room next to mine.
 
I went in my room. Dylan was nice enough to clear out tonight so I could talk to Lyla all by myself.
 
I grabbed my laptop and opened it, waiting for Lyla to pop up on my screen. Even though it was only the internet, I decided to dress up a little. This dress was way too pink and girly for me but I borrowed it from one of the girls on the dorm floor since today was a special day. Sure Lyla was across the country but it was the first valentine’s day that I wasn’t completely alone.
 
Lyla’s warm bright face appeared on the screen of my laptop. She looked as gorgeous as ever.
 
“Happy Valentine’s day,” she said cheerily. I loved that even through a computer screen I could see her face light up when she spoke to me. It was one of the best feelings in the world.
 
“Happy Valentine’s day girlfriend of mine,” I said back. “So how was the past few days? I hate that I haven’t really been able to talk much.”
 
“I know. You need to stop that school thing,” she joked. “Today was okay. I was just sat around waiting to talk to you. Yesterday was better though.”
 
“Oh, why?” I asked.
 
“I had lunch with my sister.” The last time Lyla saw her sister Jane was this past spring. We brought her home to her parents screaming at her for being gay. It was a horrible situation but she just wanted to see her sisters. Something I completely understand. (see this story: http://www.polyvore.com/this_is_last_straw_dont/set?id=56032183&lid=1215825)
 
“How did it go?” I tried not to show that I was thinking about last time. Her family was always a sore spot.
 
“It was good. I missed her so much. She finally got her license so she said she is going to visit me in Philadelphia more often. I can’t believe she is seventeen either. It freaks me out.”
 
“Yeah, Flynn always told me she thought it was really weird when I turned eighteen. I think you get used to seeing some people as a little kid forever.”
 
“She will always be this little six year old in my mind even though she clearly is not. She has this boyfriend now too. I told her that I need to approve first,” Lyla said quickly. She got like that when she was excited. Spoke quickly I mean.
 
I was a little afraid to ask so I tried to tread lightly. “Did she mention anything about your family?”
 
Lyla paused for a second and looked down at her lap before finally looking back up at me. “Jane did say that they are getting kind of better about it. They still don’t want to see me or for her to see me yet. But I think someday that will change.”
 
“I know it will,” I replied confidently.
 
“What about your family?” she asked suddenly.
 
“What about them?”
 
“When do you think you will tell them Daisy? We have been dating for nearly a year now. I hate that you have to sneak around when you are home. It would just be easier to tell them and then you could spend more time with me.” Lyla put on a pouting face, trying to be cute, but really she did it because she knew I detested this subject. I mean why couldn’t I just live my days out here in Seattle with Lyla and they just never know. It would make my life a lot easier.
 
“I’m guessing that you don’t like the idea of never?”
 
Lyla groaned. “You’re family seems really nice, at least for the most part. You should do it Daisy. I think that it will be okay.”
 
“You mean it like it was okay with your family?” She looked frustrated and sad at the same time. I felt bad but it was true. She didn’t know anything about how they would react.
 
“I’m just trying to help you come out to your family, Daisy. I’m here to make this less difficult so you don’t have to go through it alone.”
 
“I hate that phrase ‘coming out.’ It is weird,” I said then sighed. “I know deep down that you are right Lyla but I’m just not ready. I promise someday it will happen but not now. I can’t.”
 
“Okay,” was all she said. I knew she got it. “So how was school today?”
 
Lyla and I chatted a bit more but it was mostly casual. My mind was still on the whole her wanting me to come out situation. It was something I knew I would have to deal with but only in the distant future.

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DECEMBER/JANUARY
 
New Years Eve
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Daisy Thames;;
date: December 31, 2012
hair: in a sleek pony tail
makeup: smokey eyes, shimmer lip gloss
wearing: a printed silk dress, gold flats, and a black clutch
where: Lyla’s
with: Lyla
 
I rang the doorbell at Lyla’s house. Just like Thanksgiving, her aunt was visiting her boyfriends family for the holiday’s leaving Lyla all to me. My parents thought I was out celebrating the New Years with my friends but I planned to ring in the new year with my girlfriend.
 
“Hey Dais,” Lyla said as she opened the door. Once inside she pulled me in for a long kiss. “Aren’t you sure dressed up tonight.”
 
She was right. I did dress up. I felt like I hardly got to see her anymore so it made me want to wear more than my typical sweater and jeans routine.
 
“I’m just excited that it will be a new year and to see you,” I told her.
 
“Speaking of new year,” Lyla said. “I found a bottle of champagne in the cabinets. I doubt my aunt will notice that it is gone.” She got out some wine glasses and opened the champagne with a pop.
 
“That was loud,” I laughed. “What should we toast to?”
 
“Um...how about to a new year filled with new adventures,” Lyla said. Our glasses clanked together and then I took a sip.
 
“I think my resolution is to play my guitar more and maybe even sing more,” Lyla stated.
 
“You mean besides just for me? Like maybe in public with actual people around,” I teased. Literally only a couple of people have heard Lyla’s music. She still gets shy around me when she does. Her timidness is adorable but she needed to show people what she could really do. The world needed to see Lyla like I do. Well maybe not quite like I do.
 
“Yes, I mean not just for you. What about you Daisy? What are your resolutions?”
 
A smile spread across my face. “I want to do more,” I started then kissed her long and hard. “Of this,” I said coming up for air.
 
I went from her mouth to her neck, then whispered, “And this.”
 
“My hands wandered across her body before landing on the button of her jeans. “And finally, this,” I whispered once more as my fingers slid down into her lace underwear.
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“It’s almost a new year,” Lyla said quietly into my ear as she spooned me on her couch. We has spent the better part of the evening not paying much attention to the time but finally we turned on the tv to the ball dropping in New York.
 
“I’m excited to spend another year with you,” I told her. Nothing could be more true in the world right now.
 
“I’m excited to spend the next year with you too. And the next, and the next after that,” she replied.
 
“And then many more after that,” I said. I know it was stupid to want to spend forever and always with your first love, and even worse with your first girlfriend but it was always something I was sure of when it came to her.
 
“The countdown is starting,” Lyla pointed to the tv screen.
 
“Five...four...three...two...one,” the announcer on tv said.
 
“Happy New Year, Lyla.” She leaned over to kiss me. It was definitely the best way to ring in 2013.
 

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Daisy Thames;;
date: January 26, 2013
hair: in a messy bun
makeup: none
wearing: a denim shirt, ombre shorts with a black belt, black buckle ankle boots, and a gold tote bag
where: class
with: Magda
 
“Please kill me now,” my lab partner said to me. Her name was Magda. I was lucky enough to take a spot next to her on the first day of our entry level biology class. We never got many chances to talk but today we started a research project together and again, I was lucky I had a partner that was smart.
 
“I think I’ll pass. If I have to go through this workload then I’m dragging you down with me. Sorry,” I told her.
 
“You’re cruel, Thames, very cruel.” Magda moved here from Russia when she was ten. Although she was very Americanized, a hint of her Russian accent remained. It was always fun to listen to her.
 
“We are less than a month in. It’ll be okay,” I laughed. The project was huge and counted for 30% of our grade and it was only the first one we would do. Despite it being my second semester, the work here intimidated me a little. I usually got over it after the first month though. I found a routine for every class that worked for me.
 
“Do you have a class after this?” she asked me.
 
“Nope it is my last one of the day.”
 
“Good, we should go get coffee and start working on this. I know everybody likes to save things like this until the last day but I don’t believe in that.”
 
“Now you’re the one that is killing me,” I joked. “Coffee it is.”
 
Soon after our professor dismissed us. Magda went back to her down to get her laptop so I made my way to the coffee shop on campus to save us a table.
 
I decided that now was a good time to call Lyla. It was her birthday today. I wished I could give her as good of a birthday as she gave me. I was happy with my decision to move here, I was but it was days like this that I wished I was back home in Philadelphia.
 
“Happy birthday!!” I shrieked when she picked up.
 
“Thank you.” I could hear her smiling on the other end. “Didn’t you already wish me a happy birthday though?”
 
“Yeah yeah but that was at midnight your time and that was a completely different day for me so I wanted to say it again.” I added, “To make up for me not being there.”
 
“We will just have to celebrate when you get back,” she said with a hint of a devilish laugh.
 
“Spring break seems like too long from now,” I whined.
 
“We will find a way to make it fly by. I know it,” she reassured me. “Thank you for my flowers by the way. They were gorgeous.”
 
I sighed with relief. “I’m glad they got there okay.” Lyla and I chatted for a bit more before I saw Magda heading towards me.
 
“I have to go babe,” I told Lyla. “I love you and I’ll talk to you later.”
 
“Oo who was that?” Magda waggled her eyebrows in a suggestive manner that made me laugh. “A boyfriend?”
 
“My girlfriend, actually,” I said.
 
“You are going to have to tell me more about that over coffee,” she said.
 
“I will but first work. I know how eager we both are to start this.”
 
She just rolled her eyes in agreement.
 
“Yeah I feel you. Maybe if we make some progress you could come out with me and my friends to a party tonight? A good way to end a long day, I think.” I told Magda. I hadn’t known her long but I could tell she would fit in well with my friends.
 
“Ah now we have motivation,” she said. And it did indeed motivate us.
 

Comment with ‘new friends and new years’ if you read.
 

Oh and Magda is supposed to look like Magdalena Frackowiak.

I made a collection so ignore the storyboard. Check it out here: http://www.polyvore.com/sun_it_rises_slowly_as/collection?id=2432139
 
Also tomorrow I will try and comment sets. Sorry about that. I had to work a lot the past few days!
 

Name : Arden Kaye Elwood (also goes by Ari)
Hometown : Brisbane
School : n/a
Career : She does odd and end jobs to make things meet. She doesn’t like the idea of being tied down so she flakes out too much to keep a steady job.
Likes : cats, maxi skirts, festivals, the feeling of sand between her toes, sleeping under the stars, movie marathons, chai tea (well most teas actually), tattoos, live music, curling up in a pile of fuzzy blankets, potted plants, sunny days, reading, wine, the ocean, wearing lots of jewelry, traveling, flea markets, strawberry lemonade, and braids
Dislikes: confrontation, finishing things, pills, meat, spiders and bugs, wearing her contacts (even though she does every day), and action films
Bio: Arden spent most of her life raising herself. Although Ari often spent nights and days alone due to her single mother’s crazy work schedule, she has always been a dependent person. Allowing such a young girl so much freedom wasn’t the best situation. Ari’s life was a mess growing up. From her developing anorexia at a young age to becoming addicted to pills, and then running off before she even graduated with her then boyfriend. It all made her unstable. Her life continued in this direction until a few days before her twenty first birthday. It was when she met her current boyfriend Rhys, that her life started to take a turn for the better. He helped clean her put her life back together. Arden was living in her hometown of Brisbane when the pair met. They spent the past year and a half traveling Australia due to Rhys’s job as a photographer. Recently they decided to settle in Sydney. Arden has begun feeling restless again. She doesn’t know what to do with her life or where it is heading but she is trying to figure it out as best as she can.
Relationship Status : taken
Model: Sheila Marquez
Taken by : @the-wild-things
 

Playlist:
The Cave by Mumford and Sons
I Will Follow You Into The Dark by Death Cab for Cutie
Homeless by Ed Sheeran
Better Together by Jack Johnson
Radioactive by Imagine Dragons
Where Does the Good Go by Teagan and Sara
How To Save A Life by The Fray
Breathe In Breathe Out by Mat Kerney
3rd Planet by Modest Mouse
Bohemian Rhapsody by Queen
How We Operate by Gomez
Salt in the Wound by Delta Spirit
 
Facts:
Arden is a vegetarian. She has been since she was six years old.
Her boyfriend makes a decent living from being a photographer so sometimes they live off that money. Anytime Arden gets a job she usually hates it and then leaves rather quickley.
She never finished high school and that is a big regret of hers.
Finding Nemo is probably her favorite movie. She watches it a lot even though it is a kids movie.
After traveling all over Australia, Ari wants to travel the world. It is her biggest dream.
She always has a ton of jewelry one. From rings to earrings to bracelets to necklaces.
Even though she isn’t really materialistic, Arden loves clothes. It drives her boyfriend nuts because her clothes are everywhere in their home.
Although Arden is semi-open about her past struggles with food and drugs, she keeps a lot of her past hidden. Even from her love. The things that happened scare her so she tries to keep looking forward.
 

Connections: ?

Name : Arden Kaye Elwood (also goes by Ari)
Hometown : Brisbane
School : n/a
Career : She does odd and end jobs to make things meet. She doesn’t like the idea of being tied down so she flakes out too much to keep a steady job.
Likes : cats, maxi skirts, festivals, the feeling of sand between her toes, sleeping under the stars, movie marathons, chai tea (well most teas actually), tattoos, live music, curling up in a pile of fuzzy blankets, potted plants, sunny days, reading, wine, the ocean, wearing lots of jewelry, traveling, flea markets, strawberry lemonade, and braids
Dislikes: confrontation, finishing things, pills, meat, spiders and bugs, wearing her contacts (even though she does every day), and action films
Bio: Arden spent most of her life raising herself. Although Ari often spent nights and days alone due to her single mother’s crazy work schedule, she has always been a dependent person. Allowing such a young girl so much freedom wasn’t the best situation. Ari’s life was a mess growing up. From her developing anorexia at a young age to becoming addicted to pills, and then running off before she even graduated with her then boyfriend. It all made her unstable. Her life continued in this direction until a few days before her twenty first birthday. It was when she met her current boyfriend Rhys, that her life started to take a turn for the better. He helped clean her put her life back together. Arden was living in her hometown of Brisbane when the pair met. They spent the past year and a half traveling Australia due to Rhys’s job as a photographer. Recently they decided to settle in Sydney. Arden has begun feeling restless again. She doesn’t know what to do with her life or where it is heading but she is trying to figure it out as best as she can.
Relationship Status : taken
Model: Sheila Marquez -may be changed to nina daniele
Taken by : @the-wild-things
 

Rhys Noorda
Rhys is a photographer that used to spend a lot of time traveling for his art. Now he is based in Sydney. He has been dating Arden for almost 2 years.
model: Christian Brylle
 
Jess Davis
Arden meet Jess through a job she first got when she first moved to sydney. They clicked instantly. She is a bit of a wild child.
model: Alejandra Alonso
 

Might re-do this or post a collection idk. I can't figure out if I like it.

I decided to go back and sum up the months with a couple of events and then start writing for Daisy in April. I miss Daisy. I kind of forgot how to write stories but I like the last one actually. If you want to be tagged when I write Daisy's stories from now on, just let me know in the comments :)
 

DECEMBER:
 
Friday December 21: Tonight is UW’s first annual Yule Ball. Started by Harry Potter fans as a way to kick off the winter break. Get dressed up in your best gowns and prepare for an magical evening.
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Daisy Thames;;
date: December 21, 2012
hair: in retro waves
makeup: red lipstick, gold eye shadow
wearing: a red silk-crepe gown with a marchesa clutch, and black heels
where: Yule Ball
with: Ry
 
“Wow,” Ry said as I walked towards him in the common room. “You look...” He seemed like he was at a loss for words. Despite the fact that he was a boy, it made me blush.
 
“Thanks,” I replied. “You clean up pretty nice yourself.”
 
“Are you ready to go?” I nodded yes. Since he is single and my girlfriend was in another state, we decided to go to the Yule Ball together and celebrate the last night before we would both be heading back home for break. In the past few weeks we had been hanging out a lot and had gone from friends to really good friends. Things seemed to fall into place.
 
We walked to where the ball was held. Although it didn’t exactly look like the great hall in the movie, it was still lovely. Christmas lights hung off the walls, there were tables with red clothes on them with candles atop, and Harry Potter posters hanging from the walls.
 
“Let’s grab some snacks,” I said, not really wanting to dance. I made my way to a table off to the side filled with cookies and punch. I wasn’t sure I wanted to dance at all tonight.
 
“So what book is your favorite?” I asked Ry as we sat down at a half empty table, cookies in hand.
 
“I have a confession,” he started. I raised my eyebrow. “I’ve only seen the movies and even that was because my little brother wanted me to.” My jaw dropped a little.
 
“I just don’t think we can be friends any longer,” I teased. “Why would a faux Potter lover come to such an event?”
 
“Eh, you seemed like you wanted to go and my flight isn’t until tomorrow so why not?”
 
“Makes sense,” I commented. “Okay, so what is your favorite movie, then?”
 
“The last one,” he replied.
 
“Same for me but my favorite book is the fifth one. The movie wasn’t as good unfortunately. But then...they never are,” I told him pointedly. He just laughed in response.
 
“Did you want to dance,” Ry asked me.
 
I shook my head. “I dance exactly like you would expect a lanky, awkward white girl to dance, so that would be a no.”
 
“No one knows how to dance. Next excuse?” he joked.
 
“I don’t know. It’s weird when I have a girlfriend,” I shrugged.
 
“So dancing with me will make you swing the other way? I tried to make that happen once if I recall and it didn’t work then so I doubt it will now,” he was laughing at me. “Do you have another excuse?”
 
I paused trying to come up with one. He took the pause for a no. “Good. Let’s go, Daisy.” he grabbed my hand a dragged me out on the floor.
 
A few dances went by. It wasn’t too bad.
 
“Are you excited to go home for break?” he asked as the awful rap song we just danced to turned into some sappy slow dance song.
 
“Sort of. I miss seeing my family and mostly Lyla. It’ll be weird to be back but Christmas is always my favorite time of year. Everyone seems so happy,” I told him.
 
“Why will it be weird?”
 
“I think because my family doesn’t know much about me so it is weird going from Seattle to Philadelphia,” I said. I didn’t fully know how to explain why it would be weird.
 
“You mean you being gay?” Ryan said. He seemed to get it.
 
“Yes. It’s just weird to go from a place where everyone that knows me knows that I like girls to a place where almost no one around me knows that. Plus Lyla being back home and trying to see her without my parents knowing is exhausting. I don’t miss that part of it all,” I said.
 
“Why not just tell them then?” His question made me sad. To him, it seemed so simple but something like this never was and he wouldn’t be able to understand. I only made me miss Lyla more.
 
“What about you?” I asked, then clarified, “Are you excited to go home?” I didn’t feel like having the spotlight on me anymore. Ryan and I continued talking and dancing, though it was mostly small talk. Our conversation earlier only made me nervous to head home. It was something that would hopefully pass out of my mind.
 
Christmas Day
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Daisy Thames;;
date: December 25, 2012
hair: half pulled back, half down
makeup: mascara, shimmer lip gloss
wearing: a printed cardigan, topshop velvet skirt, and black loafers
where: my grandparents home
with: the family
 
Christmas. My favorite day of the year. I had only been home a few days so I hadn’t gotten back to my normal routine yet. It felt weird that it was already Christmas. Last Christmas seemed a million years ago compared to this one. Every thing in my life was different. Every thing had changed...for the better. Last year I was single and miserable. This year I was in love with Lyla and blissfully happy. Last year I couldn’t stand being around my family but now I couldn’t wait to be home. They still drove me crazy and I still hated hiding parts of me but after months on end in a dorm, I needed my family. Today was the perfect day for that. A day dedicated to family.
 
“Daisy, could you get me a spoon?” my grandma asked me. I was in the kitchen with her, along with my sister Addy and my cousin August, helping her cook. Normally my grandpa did all the cooking at our family restaurant but when it came to holidays she kicks him out into the den and makes some of the girls help her out. Some, like August get wrangled into it but I usually volunteered because I liked to cook.
 
“Sure, Gran,” I said as I passed on too her. “I’m glad dinner is almost done cooking. I have been craving some home cooked food.”
 
“You don’t look like you eat enough,” she said pinching my arms. “College has done that to you.” I was the same as I was when I was a senior in high school but I’d let her believe that.
 
I turned the conversation to August, “So what colleges did you apply to?” It was the question I dreaded last year but I couldn’t help but be interested now that I was going to a university myself.
 
“A lot actually. Mostly on the east coast. One in Florida and two in California. The idea of a sunny place is tempting me,” she replied.
 
“California! You could actually be in the same time zone as me!”
 
“I just applied,” she laughed. “Don’t get too excited.”
 
“Nobody needs to get excited,” my gran piped up. “I already have one living too far away, I don’t think my heart could handle another one of you leaving.” She smiled in my direction.
 
“Addy, go round up the troops. Christmas dinner is finally done,” Grandma instructed.
 
After August, Gran, and I dished up all of the food and brought it to the table, the whole family gathered in the dinning room. Years back my grandpa commissioned some carpenter to build this massive table for almost all of us (except the kids they have their own table) and knocked down a wall in his dinning room to fit us all for special occasions. I am never kidding when I talk about how big my family is.
 
I took a place next to my dad and one of my aunts. Although my family isn’t super religious (my dad goes to church but I am pretty sure it is because he is involved in politics and it reflects well on him is the reason why), when it comes to holidays, my grandpa always started us off with a prayer. I think it was because his dad did it for every meal but it kind of faded over time.
 
He finished off his speech with an “Amen.” We all started dishing up like we hadn’t eaten for days but it came to a halt when Paul stood up. The thing about Paul was that our family intimidated him despite the fact that he had been dating my sister for a long time. He tried his best to go unnoticed at these sorts of things.
 
Through the noise of the rattling silverware against plates I heard Addy say in a low voice to him, “What are you doing?”
 
“Uh hi, everyone. I just wanted to say something before we started eating,” he started. Everyone, including myself was beyond confused. “First off, Merry Christmas. I am happy to be spending it with you guys. You’ve all become family to me. Adaline has been part of my life for so long now and means a lot too me. I love her and she has supported me and my career. She is beautiful, talented, and loving. I couldn’t ask for a better girlfriend. Except...” Paul stopped speaking for a moment to get down on one knee. From his pocket he pulled out a tiffany blue box. I gasped. “Except that I don’t want you to be just my girlfriend any longer. Adaline Thames, will you marry me?”
 
There was a general gasp around the table. We were all in shock. I guess it wasn’t too unexpected but still.
 
My attention turned from Paul to Addy. Her hands were over her mouth in shock and her eyes were watering. Addy started shaking her head rapidly. “Yes,” she finally exclaimed.
 
I burst into a big grin. I always felt Paul was the thing that was stopping Addy from reaching her goals but if he made her happy then I couldn’t help but be happy for her.
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The fire crackled next to the chair I was sitting in my grandparent’s living room. A lot of the family had headed home and only a few of us remained. Addy was sitting next to me while her fiance was talking sports with my dad and grandpa.
 
“I’ve already decided,” Addy said.
 
“Decided what?” I asked her.
 
“That you are going to be my co-maid of honor. If you’ll accept. I know co sounds weird but it is a lot of work and you’ll be all the way in Washington plus Haley will kill me if she isn’t it,” Addy laughed.
 
“Yes! Yes! Of course I accept. Every break I get, I’ll be here serving my honorary duties. Promise!” I told her. I was so excited. I’d probably fall asleep tonight with this smile on my face. “I’m so happy for you Addy. I can’t believe how special this Christmas is.”
 
“I can’t believe it either. I didn’t expect it to be honest. He never has really mentioned marriage. I assumed someday we would of course. It feels nice,” she replied looking down at her stunning ring.
 
“Merry Christmas, Addy” I leaned over and gave her a hug.
 
“Merry Christmas, Daisy,” she said back.
 
“Merry Christmas, Addy” I leaned over and gave her a hug.
 
“Merry Christmas, Daisy,” she said back.

I made a tumblr dedicated to Mila!
http://missmiladewit.tumblr.com
 
I'll be posting old stuff and new stuff there :D
 
Also two new collections up dedicated to Mila de Wit on my @ohnomoremodels account. She has nearly 1,700 pictures on there now. That is insane considering I could barely find 200 (if that) originally.