* let's waste time.

[lyle chase petit]

CHASING CARS AROUND OUR HEADS.

School work. One of the most hated things of teenagers all over the world. Although, to most of them, it was called home work. But Lyle Petit couldn't call it that. The boarding school that he attended, Santa Croce Academy in Milan, Italy, was not his true home. It was just where he lived, and learned, for part, well, most of the year; the place that he considered his real, true home was found in France. However, Lyle disliked home work as much as the majority of other teenagers who attended his school, and as much as a lot of kids around the world. Seriously, you had to sit in class all day long, just flat out ignoring or attempting to pay attention to the teacher's long lecture (most of the time spoken in a monotone voice), and then, after you finally get out of school, you have to get started on your assignments. Lyle hated it, which was the main reason for why he was neglecting the work. It was lying on the polished wooden table in front of him, the different papers strewn out across the dark colored wood, a dull pencil resting on top of it all. He had gone through and scribbled in the answers to the easy questions that he actually knew the answers to, then just sat back in his chair and began hoping that some idea for an answer to one of the questions would pop into his mind. It was a process that was pretty much sure to fail, but Lyle told himself that he was just taking a break from the work as to not feel a little guilty. Of course, that was actually true; eventually he would have to complete the assignments, rather than just not doing them as many of the ‘old money’ students did. He was classified as ‘new money’, just because his family recently gained their wealth, rather than having earned it generations ago. He, and most of the other Petits, found nothing wrong with not having inherited their money, but most of the teachers at Santa Croce Academy did, and frequently showed it by letting the old money students slack off and being extra strict and hard on the new money students. Lyle thought that it pretty much sucked and was completely unfair, but he knew that there was little he could do to change it with the teachers; so instead, he targeted the old money teenagers mostly.

Lyle and his brothers were extremely rebellious towards the old money students. The Petits treated them rudely in response to the superior and conceited actions committed against themselves by the old money people, and tried to get other new money students to see that the old money group really wasn’t that great, and definitely were not people to look up to and want to hang out with. The seventeen year old had yet to be proven wrong, even though his best friend Delilah Barnes had gone on plenty of times before about how they really were not all bad, and that there were actually some nice people mixed in among the bad ones. He had never believed her; the old money group was always mean to him and his brothers, therefore he had just gone on believing that they were all like that and that there were no exceptions.

The eleventh year leaned back in his chair, pushed his weight towards the back half of the seat and lifted his feet into the air in order to tilt the chair off of the ground. A part of him hoped that one of the strict, harsh librarians would spot him and call security, so that he would have an excuse to not do his homework, but another part of him hoped that he wouldn’t be sent to see the head master. It would go on his record, and if he and his friends ever got into any trouble, there would be a good chance of him being expelled. Not that Lyle cared too much about being at Santa Croce (he’d leave, if it was up to him), but his parents would be upset and disappointed in him. The seventeen year old sighed, leaned forward, and let his chair hit the floor. He’d have to find something else other than pissing off the librarians to keep him occupied.

OPEN. (:
EPIC FAIL. XD SORRY, I SUCK AT STARTERS.
FIRST POST WITH LYLE, THOUGH! : D

[delilah mari barnes]

She could feel the nicotine and other toxins embedding themselves deep into her chests and lungs as she sucked on her cigarette while walking through the courtyard between buildings. The leggy blond was easily one of those gals who were attractive but were oblivious to the fact and that had that rhythmic hip sway and tousle of hair that demanded attention. However, unlike those gals who had such a gift since birth, this one had to acquire it. She had to push and shove and climb her way out of her skin to seem confident instead of meek, to seem seductive and so self assured instead of always blushing and letting her hair fall in her face. She learned that it was okay not to wear those knee high socks that were required, put on some black pumps instead of flats, to hike up her uniform's skirt just a tad bit so it was mid thigh instead of knee high, to keep that one button on her shirt unbuttoned just to ever so slightly give potential lovers a sneak peek...and all without breaking any of the rules for the academy. After all, she was never one to really break too many rules, having been mainly a good girl for the past eighteen years of her life. But desperate times called for desperate measures and this was one of those desperate times.

It was in such a manner that she was dressed and presented herself upon the start of her twelfth year at Santa Croce Academia. No more hiding behind others or ditching parties or outings to instead study or read up for the next class coming up. No more being attached to the hip of her twin brother, the infamous playboy Dresdan, and no more being called virgin Mary. No, after spending all of the summer in New York City, America gave her a sudden new found confidence that her hips swayed a bit more, she smiled so it would radiate a strong yet mysterious vixen instead of some shy little nerdess, she let other willing males carry her books instead of dragging her large purse with her everywhere she went. If one didn't know her last name, they could easily mistaken her for an old money student. But it was always an act wasn't it? An act to feel the acceptance and attention she seemed to always long for from her family and peers but did not receive up until now-when everyone thought she wasn't a virgin anymore just because of a rumor.

Delilah Barnes. Chameleon extraordinaire.

Running her manicured fingers through her long, slightly bed head hair (one of her 'old money friends' calling it 'sex hair' at some point), the female let the sound of her heels clicking on the pavement drown out all other noise as she headed for the library. Studying...Despite her attempt not to be popular but just to seem as radically different as possible, she was still a book worm. She still liked to curl up with a book and read, still actually enjoyed doing her homework, was still terrified of presentations, and was still sweet little Delilah Barnes unless she was in front of those she wanted to impress and prove a point to. Easily and smoothly, she finishing the cigarette and tossed it to the floor, putting it out with her heel before continuing on, opening the doors so her heels were muted against the carpeted floor and despite being very quiet, it seemed like most eyes were on her as she walked in. Maybe it was because of just how different she seemed from just a simple summer ago and in a way, though the old money students seemed to accept her into their little group (just because of her parents but, well, accepted nonetheless) the new money students seemed either disappointed, indifferent, or were still her friends either way. She was glad her best friend, Lyle, hadn't bailed on her like a few had. It was probably because he was still trying to prove her wrong with the entire image of old money people. She tried to see the best in everyone but at times, she secretly agreed with him. It was a superficial lifestyle they lead and it was one she was trying to emulate.

Going over to a row of tall book shelves, she glanced down at the Art History book in her slender arms and then was searching through the titles to look for a reference to one of the paintings. Ms. Haze was out for the next week or so because, apparently rumor had it that she was in the hospital and that something was wrong with her pregnancy. In Delilah's opinion, she was much too young to be having a kid and her personality didn't fit that of a mother's.Would she throw paint or art supplies at her child if it misbehaved? Probably.

[lyle chase petit]

CHASING CARS AROUND OUR HEADS.

Why in the world was he inside, in the library, working on home work, no less, on a day like this? The sun was shining, a light breeze was dancing through the air, groups of friends mingled outside, and some boys were playing soccer, making sure to show off for a couple of near by girls. Lyle Petit's light blue-gray eyes were fixated on the window of the library, taking in all of the action that was happening outside of the oldest building on Santa Croce Academia's campus. He should have been one of those soccer playing boys, who were now flirting with the girls. He should not have had to been stuck inside on such a beautiful day, doing home work. He should have gotten to do whatever he wanted to do, rather than having to do his homework so that he wouldn't fail his classes, which would ultimately lead to him possibly getting kicked out of the academy and/or disappointing his parents a lot. Well, he'd disappoint one of his parents. The other, his French, fashion designer, biological father, Armand Petit, would most likely just sigh and use the phrase, "boys will be boys", as he always did whenever Lyle or one of his brothers got into some sort of trouble as an excuse. His other father, Bosco, who was involved with the Russian Mafia, would probably be a little upset with him, and would attempt to live up to the reputation of his line of work and scold him for not doing his homework, although Lyle would see right through it. The eleventh year found it hard to think one of his fathers was scary, after seeing the two together. He thought that it was extremely weird, and often avoided them when they started acting all romantic and intimate. However, that just went to prove that they loved each other, and that was all that mattered, no matter how strange their seventeen year old son saw it as, right?

Either way, whether it mattered to Lyle if his parents would be upset if he got in trouble, he really did not want to get in trouble with his teachers, especially in front of the entire class. That would be fairly humiliating, and he didn't want to go through the embarrassment even if it wouldn't be that bad. He never got too bothered over what people thought of him, but he often blushed whenever he was singled out in class. It was just when he was pointed out, almost everyone's eyes would dart over to stare at him... and, as it did to a lot of other people, it made him a bit uncomfortable. Out of class he wasn't nearly as quiet or shy of attention. Of course, he didn't go around like some of the old money students and be loud and start drama all to just be the object of everyone's thoughts and eyes for a few minutes, but he could get very talkative around his friends and flirty around girls. Lyle just did not like to call out unneccesary attention to himself while in school, because he was a lot of the time afraid of the teacher asking him a question that he didn't know the answer for. After all, he wasn't a scholarship student.

Lyle leaned over in his chair, resting his head on the table in boredom. He took in a deep breath, then let it out. The sudden rush of air made his stubby pencil (which was desparately needing to be sharpened, he noticed) roll across to the other side of the table. The sheets of homework lay under neath the path of the pencil, after being ignored and forgotten. He would just finish them up later, or copy off of one of his friends or one of the few scholarship students before they graded it (Lyle thought that the kid who sat in front of him for two classes was one. Either way, he always got good grades.). The seventeen year old blinked, then leaned back in his chair. Now that he had officially decided to put off the assignments until later, he figured that he had better enjoy himself rather than just sit there and do nothing. He turned his head from side to side, trying to spot someone familiar. His pale blue eyes flickered from the check out desk, to the other tables near by, then finally to the rows of book shelves. A half-smile appeared of Lyle's face as he saw his best friend, Delilah, looking around in the nonfiction section. "Delilah Barnes!" He called, before quickly looking over to the librarian's desk in horror. With a relieved sigh, he saw that none of the strict old ladies were there, thankfully. He turned his attention back to the pretty blonde to see if she had heard him.

YAY BESTIES! (:

[delilah mari barnes]

Upon hearing her name, Delilah's eyes automatically widened, not expecting such a loud call in such a quiet library. Almost immediately her eyes went to the person whose voice she could pick out from a large American concert crowd and a content grin fell on her sweet face as she grabbed the book and practically skipped over, slipping her slim frame onto his lap and ruffling his hair, "Lyle Chase Petit," she narrowed her eyes with a playful yet suspicious look, "You do know this is a library, young man, and speaking with such an outside voice is strictly prohibited," her British accent was thick yet smooth as it had always been, though the confidence was definitely present which was a big change for the usually meek female.

She ended up laughing any way since no librarian was around and she cocked her head slightly to the side like a confused puppy, "What are you doing in a library, Lily?" yes, she called him Lily. Why? When they first met he had tried hitting on her...with a lily. After that she couldn't let him live it down because they just ended up best friends, somewhere along the way. The entire sexual tension that could have been present never seemed to arise and it was more like he was her brother...One she never had because her current twin brother would surely be the social and physical death of her. Lyle was probably the only person who knew the real reason as to why she ran away to New York City. After all, she had called him while at the airport and he must have figured that something happened with her and Dresdan and that it was why she had to get away....She had been thinking about leaving for so long ever since she tension hit her, the butterflies murdering themselves in her stomach everytime she simply caught a tiny glimpse of Dresdan. Her twin. Her twin. She was so terribly upset with the fact she felt this way she was willing to drop her entire life and start over somewhere new just so she wouldn't have to deal with such incestuous feelings.

She remembered Lyle's reaction when she, drunk and hazy because of the anti depressants she popped ebfore hand, had spilled her entire life to him and how much she hated herself for it. She wasn't perfect, as much as she tried to be. It was obvious everything she did she did it to please others...just to get a tad bit of recognition because she didn't get it growing up like Dresdan did. It was probably why life came so easy for him while she had to work so hard and push herself to the limit just to get what she wanted. Despite having all the money in the world, it wasn't handed to her so easily. She stressed and worried over her grades, studied like any other scholarship student around, but then while she had a perfect grade point average to maintain, she also had social responsibilities to fulfill in order to get accepted, not only by the staff and her parents, but her other peers as well. She wanted to have tons of friends, wanted to not walk into a room and feel awkward or left out. So the more people she got to know the better. Even if they were fake friends...If she still had her real friends she would be okay. Like Lyle. If she didn't have Lyle, she probably would have killed herself by now from all the stress and having no one to really talk to about it. She couldn't talk to Dresdan, considering he was part of her problem...So Lyle was her only best friend and she was definitely not going to complain because he was an amazing friend-new money or not. Money was just a status around here and she knew once highschool was over, it wouldn't matter anymore.

[lyle chase petit]

CHASING CARS AROUND OUR HEADS.

Delilah Mari Barnes. The eighteen year old twelfth year at Santa Croce Academia had been Lyle's best friend for the longest time, and they were very close. To the day, he could even still remember the day they met. It was kind of hard not to; he had gotten so embarrassed at their first encounter. The second oldest Petit had seen the beautiful girl, and, like most guys did when they first saw Delilah, tried to charm her. However, unlike the others, who attempted to make her swoon and fall for them with smooth words, arrogance, and a bad boy image, he had gone for a sweeter approach. Lyle had given her a flower, a lily, to be exact, before proceeding to hit on her. Yes, it had been completely pathetic, but he had been hoping that Delilah would find it nice, sweet, and romantic. However, every and any thoughts of him and Deli being anything were destroyed, and replaced by a best friend. A part from the first day that they met, there had been no sexual tension, no flirtation between each other, and no awkward conversations between the two after one of them confessed their feeling for each other, because it never happened. Lyle could confidently and truthfully tell anyone that he had a best friend that was a girl and he was not secretly in love with her, like so many characters were in movies and books. They were just best friends, true friends, who could always rely on each other and know that the other one would always be there to give the other advice, help each other out of sticky situations, be a shoulder to cry on, and just be a good friend for the other. Lyle thought that it was good, no, great, to have a friend like Delilah, and didn't know what he'd do with out her. She had definitely helped him out when he was feeling completely confused or hurt over something, which he really appreciated.

A familiar, smooth voice, with a thick British accent filled the air after Lyle spoke, saying his name, then proceeding to jokingly scold him for speaking so loudly in a library. A smirk appeared on his face at Delilah's playful words. He did say her name way to loud for a tone of voice in a library, and it was extremely attention grabbing, well, at least for a few seconds it was. Everyone else who was in the library looking for books, finishing up home work, of studying looked over to see who had yelled so loudly, then looked back after they saw that it was Lyle Petit calling over to Delilah Barnes. "Well, you do know, young lady, that I have no problem with going right along with things that are strictly prohibited?" He laughed, then bit his lip, his mind suddenly consumed with thoughts of how his best friend had changed so much over the summer. She had gone from being the shy, easily embarrassed 'Virgin Deli' to completely confident with herself. It was a total personality change in just one summer, and Lyle knew that something was up. Something had happened, he knew it. Mainly from the phone call he had received from Delilah at the beginning of the summer, when she called him from the airport, crying and obviously drugged up on something, most likely head ache medicine or sleeping pills. She talked for a long time, but the mix of her crying, the back ground noise of the airport, and bad cell phone reception of his part made it hard from him to understand everything she was saying. She went on about Dresdan, her twin brother, and seemed really confused and messed up. Lyle, on the other end of the line, was even more confused, a feeling that was only increased when he talked to her when she got back from America at the end of the summer, having changed into an entirely different person during her time in New York City. As a result to her complete personality change, the second oldest Petit was left extremely bewildered.

When Delilah used her nick name for him, 'Lily', after the first time they met when he attempted to hit on her, he snorted a laugh through his nose. "Lily?" Lyle sighed, then let a smile overtake his face. "Well, I'm here ignoring my homework," he told her, then nodded his head. "What are you doing in the library, Deli?"

BLAHH. :/
SORRY FOR THE BAD POST!

[delilah mari barnes]

"Stalking you," she winked, "It's what I do best, Lils," she chuckled as she gave him a tiny peck on his cheek and then got off his lap where she was seated. Standing, she stretched and glanced over at him, not caring that her flat stomach was slightly shown when she stretched her slender arms up into the air. It automatically won her a couple of wandering eyes so she had no problem with it. Deep down she was blushing like mad but she knew she needed to show she was confident and comfortable in her own body. This was necessary. She absolutely needed this. It wasn't just about getting accepted into the crazy and vain sub culture she was subjected to but something she knew she needed for life. If she planned on becoming successful in life monetarily at least, she needed the confidence...Maybe not the sex appeal but everything else she did need.

"Forget homework," she smirked. It wasn't something she usually said considering she was usually a total book worm...But she ended up staying up late into the night doing her homework now so she seemed like she was effortlessly intelligent, "It's gorgeous out and you need ass," Cursing was another thing she used to never do or when she did, it was only when she was beyond the point of anger and frustration and even then it was kept to a minimum. Now she used it occasionally and freely with no problem just like any other old money student. She wasn't trying to be them or emulate them. This was her confident and, according to a few other people, she was sexier this way. Or maybe she just seemed slutty but to her they were the same thing. So, grabbing his wrist gently, she tugged at him to follow her, "Come on...We have a lot to catch up on. I totally missed you this summer," her voice was still it's usual sweetness, still Delilah. It was the way she acted that seemed to have changed. She just couldn't be shy anymore...

And she couldn't go back to how she used to be at all.

She didn't want to freak out and break down like she did before she left for New York City. She had to break away from her old self and start over new. If not, how would she ever get a boyfriend or girlfriend? She wouldn't. No one wanted someone all shy and blushing at every compliment. No, they wanted sexy, confident, self assurance...They wanted someone who was actually worth their time and knew what they were doing. Truly, she was flying blind but she could pretend she wasn't, right? She could most definitely be that kind of gal...The perfect gal. If she busted her ass getting a perfect grade point average she could bust her ass doing this. Maybe then her parents would pay attention more? Maybe she would forget about Dresdan and all those horrible and forbidden emotions that seemed to come everytime she was near him. It was why she had to avoid him and had to change as well. She needed this change more than she needed air...

Buts he had to admit, she did miss her old self...It was an easier existence...

[lyle chase petit]

CHASING CARS AROUND OUR HEADS.

Lyle Petit laughed at his best friend, Delilah Barnes's, words. She had sat down on his lap, then proceeded to use a shortened version of the extremely embarrassing nick name, bestowed on him as a memory of the first time that they had met. "I knew it!" he told the eighteen year old blonde, his lips curling upward in a smile. She had joked in reply to his question: what was she doing in the library. The sun poured in from the window, a few warm rays hitting his straight, white teeth, making them shine. "But really, why are you in here? It's not like you should have any home work or extra credit work to do- the teachers love you, you always get off easy." It was true; Delilah had always worked hard at school. Actually, his best friend worked hard at practically everything she did- school, sports, her social life. Lyle had guessed that it was all for her parents, it seemed to him that she tried really hard to impress them. He had never asked her about it, so he didn't really know for sure. She hopped off of his lap and gave him a short kiss on the cheek, then stretched when she was firmly standing. The seventeen year old's pale, blueish gray eyes looked away as her shirt rode up slightly, causing her stomach to show. He saw a few of the other guys, almost all of them nerdy-looking, staring at Delilah - well, her body - with a dazed looks on their faces. Lyle narrowed his eyes slightly in a glare. He wasn't attracted to Delilah in a romantic or intimate sense, they were too good of friends to let something like that potentially ruin their good relationship. The eleventh year just did not like it when guys were all over his best friend with their eyes- it was just gross. He exhaled, thinking about how different it was from the Delilah he had known forever. She had changed so much over the summer, had gained so much confidence. He really didn't know if it was a bad thing or a good thing, it was just... different. The old Delilah would have immediately pulled her shirt down. Actually, the old Deli would have probably had her shirt tucked in. Lyle let out a short chuckle, resisting the urge to roll his eyes.

"God, you don't know how much I'd like to do that. But unlike you, my teacher's hate me. I really can't just forget it, I got a call from my dad the other day, saying that I'd better not screw up my grades at the beginning of the year." He tilted his head to the side. "This. Sucks," he thought, letting out a deep sigh. Lyle looked up at his best friend as she spoke to him again. A small smirk appeared on his face, and he smiled up at her again, still sitting down. She had cussed, another one of the things that was new about Delilah. She used to never swear, and now she was tossing out a cuss word as casually as discussing the weather. He raised his eyebrows a tiny bit, then replied: "As true as that is, and as much as I want to go outside, I can't," he said, biting his lip. He knew that the next time he talked to his father, whichever one happened to call him next, he would feel guilty about ignoring his homework, and especially so if they asked him about it, because he would most likely lie as to not get in trouble with them.

Delilah said something to him once more, saying that they needed to talk, and catch up. Lyle definitely agreed; he had tons of questions to ask her, about the call that he had received from her at the beginning of the summer, about whatever she had been trying to explain to him about Dresdan, and about her newfound confidence and new overall personality. He felt his resistance crumbling down. After all, couldn't he always finish his homework later? He really didn't have anything to do that night, and he could get it done then, in his dorm room. "Well.." He paused before speaking again. "Okay. We do need to catch up. I need to ask you about a lot of things, Deli." Lyle smiled. "I missed you, too. After all, we went a whole summer without talking. That's crazy!" He grabbed the worksheets and pieces of notebook paper, then shoved them into his back pack, which was hanging on the edge of the chair that he was sitting in. He picked up the pencil and threw it in as he stood up. The eleventh year stood there for a few seconds, waiting for Delilah to lead him wherever she was planning on going for them to talk.

GAHH, SORRY THIS TOOK ME SO LONG!
I HAD A LOAD OF HOMEWORK AND THEN I WAS GROUNDED, I'M SO SORRY!

[delilah mari barnes]

Delilah smiled, grabbing his books away from him so he would be forced to follow her outside now, "Yeah, a whole summer," she chuckled, "I should have dragged you with me to New York. It's fabulously obnoxious. Americans are great," she laughed gently , heading toward the exit with that look on her face that simply screamed trouble, "So what did you do all summer? Hopefully something entertaining enough," she glanced over her thin shoulder at him as her heels clicked on the pavement that lead to the swift walkways. People were outside but they were slowly disappearing and spreading thin since it was getting later in the day and everyone most likely would want to be off either screwing someone else or partying with them. It was always one or the other and if it wasn't then they were nerds...Like Delilah used to be. Now she did the partying...just not the screwing other people part.

Reaching a bench away from where anyone would really go, she put his books down on top of her purse on the floor and crossed one smooth leg over the other, hands gently folded on her lap. Little things like that hadn't changed...Like how she used to always be focused on being a lady and as polite as possible which made her come off as extremely virginal. Noting her own stance, she leaned back a bit instead of having her posture straight and simply left one hand on her lap while the other lounged lazily on the back side of the bench so she was more facing in his direction. She knew what he was going to ask. In a way she could sort of see it on his face because it seemed like everyone wanted to know what the fuck she did this summer and she just wasn't willing to tell...Minus Lyle. He was her Lily and he knew everything about her.

She was just terrified that by telling him about Dresdan he would stop talking to her. She hated herself for it, really, that she wanted her twin brother in such a manner...She had been trying to find loop holes lately like which countries in the world didn't care if you wanted to just plow your sibling or if the two of them were even really related because it just wasn't normal. God knew it wasn't normal to be in love with your own sibling...It was why she wanted to be with someone else to achingly so...She figured that it was probably because he was the first one to kiss her in that sort of way and that he was just the one that used to always be there for her that she found him comforting and practically perfect in any way despite his faults like sleeping around with anything that had a vagina and a pulse.

"I called you before I left," she shrugged, "So I'm sure you already know what happened," she was assuming because she didn't think he would be so easy going with everything if he did know. But she called him at the airport and she told him everything. She had been crying telling him that her and Dresdan hooked up, that she felt like some kind of dirty whore, that she just felt...like shit. Complete and utter incestuous shit. She couldn't deal with it and she told him she was going to have an ultimatum while in New York City. She would come back to school and make sure everyone knew she was different and not as prude as she used to be even if she still truly was. She even told him that she actually hoped he would come after her...Maybe stop her from trying to change who she was just to please others as she always tried to do. She was always bending and bending and now she was just waiting to break.

But with all of that information, she thought he would maybe be a bit pissed at her or found her strange and disgusting in a way. He already knew that she was always extremely careful and self doubting around Dresdan, always trying to find an excuse to either avoid him or spend more time with him but as the months went on she would prefer to avoid him...It wasn't just her own reputation she knew she was fucking up...It was his even if it was already damaged enough she didn't want to be responsible for damaging it even more...Because the other day it wasn't just Dresdan who initiated everything...It was her fault as well.