"butterfly kisses**

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FOR BUTTERFLY KISSES AFTER BEDTIME PRAYER
S T I C K I N G L I T T L E W H I T E F L O W E R S A L L U P I N H E R H A I R
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Willa twirled in a quick circle as she walked out to the academy grounds. It was probably about 7 or 8 in the morning, and a beautiful day. Under one arm was her laptop covered in it's purple sleeve. Under the other was her digital camera. She had decided to leave her professional one back in her dorm. Today just didn't feel like the type of day to take 'professional' pictures. She found a spot near a lonely tree, and tugged on her shorts before sitting down. Tugging on a single curl, she set up her laptop. Turning on her camera, Willa took a picture to test it. When she looked at it, and saw it was fine, she deleted the picture.

As Willa looked around at the quiet grounds, she sighed. Falling back onto the cushy grass, Willa thought back to the day she had come here. She had been nervous, no doubt, for she had heard stuff about the academy from her older sister. She had heard that the guys were rude, the girls bitches, and that you couldn't trust half of the people you met. But the one good thing Willa had heard from her sister was how beautiful the academy was. The practically perfect green grasses, the sparkling lake, and the well kept campus. Thinking back now to the talk she had had with her sister, Willa had to smile. It was all true. She couldn't have come to a better place. Murphy Academy was the best place to study photography.

Turning her head to the right, Willa saw a butterfly land quietly on a white daffodil. Lifting up her camera, she took a picture of the butterfly. When the butterfly flew away, Willa let out a soft sigh. Thinking back to her sister, Willa shook her head. She didn't see why her sister disapproved of her love of photography. She didn't see why her sister disliked that she chose to major in it. When the day came to a close, Willa was always happy of her choice. Taking photos helped her see the beauty in everything. Including the rich bitches that walked this earth.

As a gust of wind blew by, and few of the papers Willa had stuffed in her laptop sleeve went flying. Willa jumped up, and started chasing them. She had gathered three of the ten sheets, for they had scattered everywhere, when she heard a voice. She looked up to see someone walking toward her, the rest of her papers in their hands. "Oh my gosh, thank you so much. I would have gotten a F on that assignment if I didn't have those..." She said, smiling a small smile.

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STATUS CompleteNOTES when it says academy grounds, i hope it means like just like a span of grass, cos that's what i put it as.WORDS 450
TAGGED openOUTFIT CLICKITY (Just the actual clothes and shoes... and necklace and make-up. forget everything else...) SONG Butterfly Kisses - Bob Carlisle
CREDIT BY HEY BAYBAY !? AT CAUTION !
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[oliver zachary devereux]

I JUST CANT HELP MYSELF, I JUST CANT HELP MYSELF

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It was one of those days ---

One of those days where it felt life was moving in millimeter increments, and the several attempts oliver had made to entertain himself today had only left him more restless and more bored, he was finding it hard to concentrate on anything, when it came to schoolwork that was fairly normal, but music even was not soothing him in the way it usually did, in fact, the mornings highlight had consisted of a near-death experience for his beloved laptop and the bedroom wall. He, in a moments weakness had reverted back to his childishness and started bugging his roommate, who, getting fed up with him pretty much kicked him out of the dorm, well sorta…she started to yell and he knew better than to hang around a venting female.

After about twenty minutes a quite a few texts he had come to the conclusion that everyone else had something interesting and or exciting to do except for him, which left him, rather unhelpfully, friendless. Sweet. This was a rarity, especially from him, being royalty and all that jazz tended to attract a good many people to the boy, people want to befriend him because of name, not who he was, people who wouldn’t leave him alone. He really wasn’t what anyone expected when they thought future king of Ireland, he looked like any normal teen age boy. Slipping his phone back into his pocket he decided to just go fro a walk around the grounds, see if he could find something – anything – with which to occupy himself with. Murphy was rather a spectacular academy – he wouldn’t be here if it wasn’t – and after awhile he was wondering less about amusing himself and more about why he didn’t go for walks around the academy more often. It was lush and green and beautiful, and it made him smile just looking around. In fact he had a fresh wave of inspiration, and returned briefly to his dorm to get his guitar, sitting on one of the benches he strummed quietly, the words coming together slowly in his mind, every now and then he’d sing a line, or just hum a few bars.

He hadn’t really noticed how windy it got until a loose paper attached itself to his face, laughing, he carefully pulled it off and read a few sentances, his expression bemused until he looked up and realized where it had come from. Slinging his guitar across his shoulder he moved to grab the rest of the papers before the wind picked up again and blew them somewhere else. It wasn’t hard to spot the owner, if the way she was running after the michavellian papers wasn’t a tip off, her being the only one out there surely was. To her words he flashed a wide grin, amusement still gleaming in his eyes, “ I guess that means you owe me.. right?” he joked, raising a brow, before laughing at the look on her face, “ I’m totally kidding.. ”

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LYRIC CREDIT neyo
TEMPLATE CREDIT LIZZ SAY WERD ?!
LISTENING TO neyo bby, my muse maker
POST STATUS dooonnnee
NOTES kinda dodgy... sorry, im a bit
museless right now

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FOR BUTTERFLY KISSES AFTER BEDTIME PRAYER
S T I C K I N G L I T T L E W H I T E F L O W E R S A L L U P I N H E R H A I R
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Willa nodded her head. "Yeah, well, since my grade practically depended on this assignment, I do owe you." She said, taking back the papers. She put them in the order they were supposed to be in, and stuffed them back in her computer case. Willa looked back at her computer and camera, and then back at the boy. "Yeah, do you mind if we come up with what I have to do to get my debt off my back over near the tree? I don't trust my computer alone. There are a few monsters around here.. And I'm not just talking about the rich girls." She said, smiling a small smile.

Willa knew she knew this guy from somewhere, she just couldn't put her finger on it. He looked familiar, she just didn't know from where. When she looked him over quickly, she noticed his guitar. "So you play guitar?" She asked, trying to stimulate a light conversation. "Cos that is totally cool. If I tried to play guitar, it would sound like a cat was getting strangled in the chords." She said, laughing lightly at her own criticism of herself. But, really, it was true. Sure, she loved music and dance, but she loved it from afar. She was a major klutz, and wouldn't be able to do ahlf the stuff musicians and dancers do.

When she reached the tree, Willa picked up her camera, and took ou the memory card. She put it in her laptop, and downloaded the very few pictures she had on it. Then she looked back up at the boy, and had a great idea. "Hey, do you mind if I use you as a test subject? I usually don't take pictures of people, just animals, insets, and nature scenes." She said. It would be great practice for her. "Oh, I'm Willa by the way." She said, holding out her hand.

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STATUS CompleteNOTES don't worry, my muse isn't so good either. I just got back from the beach, so I'm not exactly thinking straight...WORDS 317
TAGGED Oliver Zachary DevereuxOUTFIT CLICKITY (Just the actual clothes and shoes... and necklace and make-up. forget everything else...) SONG Butterfly Kisses - Bob Carlisle
CREDIT BY HEY BAYBAY !? AT CAUTION !
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[oliver zachary devereux]

I JUST CANT HELP MYSELF, I JUST CANT HELP MYSELF

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WHY DONT YOU JUST STAY WITH ME, STAY WITH ME[/color][/font]

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“oh well in that case… it seems you do. ” he joked, offering a wide smile, “perhaps a better storage spot would be in order.. we wouldn’t want to fail now..” he said, watching her stuff the sheets back into the computer case, “whats the -” he started to ask, when he said something about going back over to the tree, the last part of her sentence however, brought an amused laugh, “…ah yeah, I hear stories..” he commented dryly, it was one of the reasons why he preferred not to hang out with the rich girls, they were so irrevocably bitchy about everything and anything, even toward their own friends, shamelessly dissecting each others flaws whenever they weren’t around. It was one of the things he figured his dad had been trying to get him away from, not that there was any real danger of him ending up like that, olly was one of the nicest most easy going guys you could ever meet, though whether they were qualities fit for a king was still in question.

“how did you guess…?” he teased, a light smirk residing across his lips, “actually.. I just carry around so I can look cool.. chicks dig musicians didn’t you know..” he joked, smirk still present, to her next words he stifled a laugh, and nodded, “..ha, well I’ll take your word for it” he added, “im sure your good at something…” he glanced her up an down briefly, “im thinking something creative.. you look like you’d be good at art or photography or something..” he mused, following her, a smile drawing across his lips when he noticed her camera, “..photography major?” he questioned, glancing at her speculatively, “..see I knew it was something creative. ” he added, giving a satisfied smile.

“me?” he asked, a note of incredulity in his voice, as well as surprise, he was.. what you’d call a modest boy and despite being future king and having pictures taken of him daily he’d never really gotten all that used to it, plus he really didn’t think he was all that photogenic, of course, she’d only asked him to be a test subject, not like a model or anything. He shrugged, “…I guess, do I have to do anything.? Cos .. im aggrieved to report I don’t have a blue steel in me like zoolander..” he laughed, “oliver devereux at your service..” he said with a smile, taking her hand and kissing it before he’d even though better of it, which brought about a slight blush, “..sorry, force of habit..” he apologized, letting go and offering a sheepish grin.

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LYRIC CREDIT neyo
TEMPLATE CREDIT LIZZ SAY WERD ?!
LISTENING TO keri hilson, knock you down
POST STATUS dooonnnee
NOTES sorry about the super long wait.

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