<strong>NAME:</strong>Roxanne Meyers | Foxy| Roxy (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=268436.msg13236510#msg13236510)<br/><strong>WEARING:</strong>Comfortable (https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/92/14/b8/9214b8c4d70e4a6f91c0d33d7730de70.jpg)<br/><strong>DAY:</strong>Friday| June 9th<br/><strong>TIME:</strong>Night<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong>Caulton Residence | Backyard pool<br/><strong>CONTENT:</strong>Prep|Arriving| Finding people she knows and maybe some not so PG thoughts<br/><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong>Whatever is playing<br/><br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong>Gwynn | Marco | Aaron | Open<br/><strong>Mentioning:</strong>Leanne | Megan<br/><br/><hr/><br/><div class="floatright">(http://trendsofcelebs.com/wp-content/uploads/2015/12/Giusy-Buscemi.jpg)</div><br/>The past, present, and near future seemed to collide in a whirlwind of thoughts for former class president and valedictorian. This was it, it was finally over. High school life was in the past and a near distance future opened a path of unworldly adventures and new stories to write. She felt full and empty at the same time, understanding that in the next three months, she'd be leaving this small town and transitioning into the adult world. She inhaled deeply, gazing at herself in the full length mirror. She was applying lip gloss to her nude lips and went over her make up just the way Megan taught her all those years. With an exhale, she told herself she wouldn't be sad, but then the realization of the end had yet to hit her so she smiled and turned with pride away from the mirror. Glancing back, only to check out her lower half for any flaws. Her choice of outfit was curtesy of the beautiful Leanne. She was going to miss her terribly but reminded herself that Leanne was only a tweet, text message, and snap chat away. No matter the distance she had her fashionista on speed dial.<br/><br/>Leaving her room, she'd whisper a soft goodbye to her father, her mother was working late as usual but she'd see her when she got home. Out to  her baby Maui, her 1996 Jeep Wrangler, that had it's top down and doors taken off. It probably wouldn't be good for her hair but she'd never let anyone know she made mistakes even if she herself knew it. She had texted Gwynn to tell her she was on her way to pick her up. That was her date of choice that evening. She understood that she was wearing a sun dress with a bathing suit. There might have been a not so angelic thought floating around in her head as her thoughts pictured different things that a deviant smirk tugged at the corner of her mouth as she played her Jeep in reverse and went on her way.<br/><br/><br/>She'd notice the same things as Marco did as she pulled up to house of Hank and made sure to park her jeep in an area it wasn't going to get vandalized and made her way into the house. The sound of her heels was muffled by the rippling of music the suffocated every space. Her heart pounded to it's rhythm and she'd slowly weaved her way between people. At her side, rested a bottle of 2007 Pinot Grigio. A bottle of that was sure to be okay to the parents that were still within it's dwellings. As Marco though, this party wouldn't be able to reach it's full potential not with the watchful eyes of his parents. However, she was confident that students would find a means of making due. She after all had plenty of ideas on how to make it not so PG and more PG-13. She had lost her date in the process due to the masses of people looking to get their yearbook signed by her and what not. She as happy to oblige them.<br/><br/>Her cool pale eyes scanned the masses in search of Gwynn only to then feel her lips curl into a sly grin as she noticed Marco and Aaron with her lovely Gwynn as she existed from the back door and out into the pool area. The wind felt wonderful against the exposed parts of her body and she'd silently stalk over towards the two. She missed the entertainment but slipped up behind the two as Marco was calling someone a bitch.<br/><br/>"I hope you're all not talking about me."<br/><br/>Her eyes smiling as she brushed some long curly locks from over her shoulder. Gwynn spoke about mingling and she found herself nodding her head in approval and holding up the bottle of wine she brought. Her eyes then shifted towards Marco. Taking in his choice of fashion. Her mind soon illustrating deliciously pleasant yet not so PG thoughts.<br/><br/>"Aaron be kind with my date. I'm rather fond of her." She teased with a toothy smile.<br/>