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Disclaimer: Beverly Hills Teens is not my property only my OC Areli “Rocksi” is. The series is owned by DIC/Cookie Jar and others involved. This is a mixture of sweet and sass, so a few little naughty words and some “intimate” situations may slip, causing you to blush a little. But I do promise you some laughs and some realness; life imitates art. Rated M
 
Vain


“Look at all those movie stars
They're all so beautiful and clean
When the housemaids scrub the floors 
They get the spaces in between

I wanna live a life like that
I wanna be just like a king
Take my picture by the pool 
Cause I'm the next big thing! _ - Weezer



Chapter 21- The “Charmed” Life pt. 2


”Blaze, it was so strange that day,” Prince Albert began, staring at the beautiful tulips of the Hampton Court Palace Gardens. The air was crisp and not so chilly, the sky, midnight blue with twinkling stars. Blaze's hand, adorned with a giant, pear-shaped sapphire from Harry Winston, was entwined with his. In his royal, formal, uniform bedecked  with badges and medals, Prince Albert seemed older, more mature than his biological age.


”Strange?” she asked, squeezing his hand, her calluses pricking against the softness of his own.


”I say 'strange' because it was a shift in my usual routine.  My butler, Wiggins, the one who showed you the gowns, woke me up, handing me breakfast and the latest issue of Teen Scene magazine. When I looked at the cover, it was you...you were on a horse and you were smiling. Your smile was so genuine, and your posture on the horse was so comfortable. I could tell right then, you were happy with the simple things in life.  Then, I read your interview and in those pictures, you were wearing jeans, a plaid shirt tied at your waist and chaps. Your hair was pulled back and you were just so … gorgeous, and real...to me. And the whole time I was reading about you,  Wiggins was going on about royal lunch, royal dinner, Grand Ball...and I just didn't want to hear another conversation about a Princess's jewel collection. My mother collects jewelry stores for  Heaven's sake, plus, she has three diamond mines in South Africa.  I just wanted a girl I could laugh with, have fun with..share my love for horses and the beauty of nature with...”


”All Princesses are superficial, Prince Albert?” asked Blaze in disbelief mixed with modesty. “Surely, some don't let a crown and years of legacy determine their personality,” she replied playing devil's advocate. “Some of them were pretty nice  to me and my friends in the ballroom.”


Prince Albert smiled, turning to face his lovely date. Taking both her hands into his, the handsome Prince placed tender kisses across her hardened knuckles, tasting the floral scented hand soap. Whoever had been commissioned to do Blaze's makeup had done an immaculate job. The dark blue shadows were blended magically, and the false eyelashes were long, thick, and flirtatious. Her hair  had been curled into loose, flowing waves, and during the night, he had  caught himself twirling a strand of it around his finger. Pressing her lips together, Blaze caught her breath, waiting to exhale when his uneven eyes were affixed on her blue ones.


”The fact that you see the good in everyone makes my feelings for you run an even further distance,” he revealed, placing a kiss onto her forehead. He could tell that she was not used to such sincere affection and wondered why none of the blokes in the Teen Club had ever taken her as theirs.


”They are trained to be cordial even through a haze of jealousy,” Albert replied, kissing her hands again, then placing them onto his chest. Nervously, Blaze flexed her fingers, feeling medals and badges.


”Albert, I'm just a displaced, hard-working, cowgirl. I don't like drama, and I feel more comfortable in a pair of ripped jeans instead of a bandage dress. I mean, I feel comfortable right now, in what I'm wearing, but I'm no 'Princess'  like Bianca or my other friends.” Albert smiled, gently resting either hand on each side of her waist. Blaze, lost in the moment, moved her head from Albert's chest, wrapping around him in a gentle hug. Overwhelmed, still in disbelief that she was being courted by a Prince, she closed her eyes, reveling in the moment.


”Blaze, my darling, you may live in Beverly hills, but you are not of Beverly Hills, which is why I traveled far to retrieve you. And mark my words, I will have you. You are worth every mile and then some,” Albert debated, stroking her exposed back, making her skin tingle.


The cowgirl smiled, enjoying the feel of being touched in such a sweet, innocent way. Albert was in an absolute state of bliss.  


”The best Princess is one who has no idea she has the potential to be treated like one; not a girl who entitles herself,” Albert reassured. Her head jerking, Blaze lifted up, her mouth ajar, her heart, beating faster than a thoroughbred in the Kentucky Derby. This wasn't happening; surely, the whole night was just a dream. This was scene from a page of Larke Tanner's book, surely not her own.


”Prince Albert...do you realize...are you even conscious off all the things you have told me from California to now?” she asked with a look of incredulity. “I'm not doubting your words...I've just never been told these things...ever,” said Blaze. Leaning down, Prince Albert arrested the diamond cowgirl's lips into a kiss, allowing his tongue to swirl around hers. Unable to resist, Blaze clutched his jacket, while his hands kneaded her lower back, which was a chronic sore place.


'Please don't be a frog, please don't be a frog...' were the thoughts running through Blaze's mind, enjoying the kiss and the scent of the Prince's expensive cologne nonetheless. She could hear the water sprouting from the fountains, the music from the ballroom, and the cooing of birds from the trees, but she no longer heard any doubts that were once formed in her mind. Prince Albert's lips and tongue were passionate, giving an air of devotion, his hands were gentle, massaging her, easing the tension was often held in the lower part of her spine, just above her butt. Prince Albert, slid his tongue away, nibbling on her bottom lip before breaking their kiss fully.


”Shit,” was all Blaze could utter from the sudden loss of air. Chuckling Prince Albert understood and did not take it as an infraction.


”I fully realize and am responsible for the things I say. Because it's what I feel”, Albert answered, looking every bit a fairy tale Prince standing at  about 6'2 with a strong build, his hair, a beautiful dark chestnut, cut similar to Pierce's and his gorgeous , tawny face carried oblong features with a very strong jaw and chin. But his most distinguishing feature... was his eyes...one was the color of the sea and other was the color of the sea mixed with bits of the shore. Resting his forehead against hers, Albert smiled small, hoping she was more comfortable with the situation.


”Blaze, European men are much different than the men of America, “ he continued. “When we see a woman we want, we don't piss around and waste time.  I...I like to underpromise and overdeliver. I heard that from...P.Diddy. Is that his name?”


Blaze chuckled, nodding. “Well...you weren't that forthcoming about your title, Albert, and I'll admit I was pissed ...because technically...dude, you deceived me. But...you went through all this trouble...you traveled from across the ocean ,heaven knows how many hours to see me...lil ol Blaze Summers.”


”And in those few days, I realized that lil ol Blaze Summers is the woman to be my Princess...and ultimately my Queen,” said Albert, placing her hand against his cheek, so she she could feel just how serious he was. ” I'm not a kid anymore, and I don't play around. All I can think about is how much I want you in my life. It's not going to be easy, but nothing really good comes easily. “


Blaze was speechless. Not only was Albert kind, but he was sharp, modest, and wonderful with horses. He was not jaded by his affluence, nor conceited or cocky about being a Prince, and most of all he was real. Gazing at him, taking in his complete, unwavering eye contact, and promising smile, her heart began to melt, pooling into her stomach. She had to do...something.


”You're not a frog...”she breathed, before boldly stepping closer into this space, capturing his lips into a kiss so willing, so deep, Albert had no choice but to close his eyes, crushing her against his body, holding her even tighter than before. Blaze was insatiable, holding Albert's face between her French-manicured hands, a sapphire and diamond cuff bracelet glimmering in the security light of the palace gardens, her lips, smacking against his, their tongues massaging, battling.


”Late at night when all the world is sleeping...I stay up and think of you...and I wish on a star...that somewhere you are thinking of me too...”


”I'm sorry, but I love this song,” she explained against his lips, breaking the kiss, wrapping her arms around Albert's neck, swaying her body, urging him to follow. Understanding her body language, Albert nuzzled her forehead, following her lead.


”No apologies, my Princess,” he joked. Blaze chuckled, wanted to playfully smack his arm, but refrained.


”Cause I'm dreaming of you , tonight..til tomorrow...I'll be holding you tight...and there's nowhere in the world Id rather be...than here in my room..dreaming about you and  me....”


”This will be our song, Blaze, now and forever,” Albert vowed, looking up at the stars for a quick moment, smiling at the one that shined bright like a diamond.




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Song lyrics: "Dreaming of You" by Selena. All designer names are factual and don't belong to me.

Vain Ch. 21 pt. 2
More of Blaze! I love writing about the minor characters!

BHT is owned by Cookie Jar Ent.

OC "Rocksi" belongs to me 
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(Contains: sexual themes, strong language and ideologically sensitive material)
Disclaimer: Beverly Hills Teens is not my property only my OC Areli “Rocksi” is. The series is owned by DIC/Cookie Jar and others involved. This is a mixture of sweet and sass, so a few little naughty words and some “intimate” situations may slip, causing you to blush a little. But I do promise you some laughs and some realness; life imitates art. Rated M
 
Vain


“Look at all those movie stars
They're all so beautiful and clean
When the housemaids scrub the floors 
They get the spaces in between

I wanna live a life like that
I wanna be just like a king
Take my picture by the pool 
Cause I'm the next big thing! _ - Weezer



Chapter 21- The “Charmed” Life pt. 1






“Ungh....uhhhh”...



Doing squats was not Blaze's favorite exercise, but for the sake of maintaining her thigh grip and strength exclusive to riding stallions, they were a very necessary evil. The sweet cowgirl's entire body was a pillar of strength due to her years of dedication to the equestrian lifestyle. Even though her closets were huge ;chock to the rim with designer duds,  they were also  peppered with bargain pieces; jeans of various washes, fitted t-shirts, tank tops, chaps, belts, boots, formal gowns, sexy bathing suits and even corsets. Blaze, who was no label whore by any means, also had a sweet tooth for jewelry made by the Navajo and Zuni Native American tribes and a few diamonds or sapphires glittered from her ears, wrists and fingers every now and then.


(Blaise) Blaze Lorelei Summers was an heir to the Starmount Saddles dynasty, known for its beautifully bred steeds, horseshoes, and handmade saddles, but her maternal Grandfather, Erland  Cruickshank , had been a very in demand blacksmith during his time. Her paternal Grandmother, Maeve Summers, had grown up a champion in dressage. Blaze's father, Carrington Summers, had carried on his family's legacy, building forges in Texas, parts of Eurasia, and owned a steel mill in Pennsylvania. Her mother, Kira Ornella Augustino-Summers, a  strawberry-blonde woman of Argentine-Irish descent, grew bored of doing just dressage, integrating Western riding into her family's business. The Summer's billions derived from hard, manual labor, which attributed to Blaze's humble, down-to-earth demeanor, callused hands, and a body to die for.  Never the prisspot, the pretty, newly ash-blonde didn't mind getting dirty, and shoveling horse shit was not below her.


”Six!” she huffed, through a heavy exhale and gritted teeth. Her thighs and ass burning, proving that the hard work was paying off.  Re-racking the bar, she paused in efforts to catch her breath. Taking a glimpse in the mirror she couldn't help but chuckle breathlessly. Dressed and drenched in a dark blue Lululemon  cropped tank and capris, she saw a sweaty, tanned girl with dark brown, chunky lowlights going through a sea of almost-platinum blonde, her ponytail two-toned, clinging against her wide back. A diamond, horseshoe bellyring, a gift from her boyfriend,  Prince Arved  “Albert”  Constantin III of Scotland, sparkled against a very toned midsection, a gift from constant twisting while throwing bales of hay and horsefeed.


”I'll be dreaming...of you, tonight...til tomorrow..I'll be holding you tight...and there's nowhere in the world, I'd rather be...”


”Huh?” she said aloud, looking over her shoulder at her blinking, vibrating phone, ducking under  the weight bar which had 65lbs on each side. “This is an early call.”  Making headway to the weight bench  holding her belongings,   plopping  her sore butt down, the pretty cowgirl answered her Iphone which was protected in a simple, Dallas Cowboys phone jacket.


”Hello?” she answered in her usual , friendly tone, taking a glimpse at her French tipped nails , spying a crack. She would definitely have to see if Fifi could squeeze her in.


”Is this the most  beautiful cowgirl in all of Beverly Hills, who is destined to be my princess?” asked a voice that was masculine, polite, yet gentle. Blushing, smiling, feeling giddy, Blaze let out a sigh.


”Only if this is my handsome, generous, sweet Prince Albert,” Blaze cooed, noticing that one of her silver Nikes needed to be tied. “This is a nice surprise. You usually don't call me until after I get out of school.”


”I have some exciting news, and I couldn't wait until tonight to tell you? I didn't interrupt anything did I?” asked the Prince, checking his surroundings, waiting for a limousine service.


”Oh...there you go, Albert, co considerate just like the day we met,” answered Blaze, facepalming, getting mascara onto her hand. Albert chuckled, loving the fact that his favorite girl was oh so modest, unlike a few of the other “characters” at her highschool.


”I'm at the gym, actually, trying to increase my thigh strength,” she said stretching out her legs in front of her. “Cranberry can get pretty wild sometimes.”


”That is so original, you  named the Andalusian mare I sent you 'Cranberry'...does she have gastrointestinal problems?” asked the Prince scratching an itch behind his ear.


”No, she doesn't, ha ha,,,her coat is such a beautiful shade of reddish -brown, and it looks like cranberries on a tart,” Blaze explained.


”I understand my darling, I was just joking,” Albert grinned, reaching into the pocket of his leather jacket,  pulling out  his Louis Vuitton wallet to gaze at a picture of himself dancing with Blaze at the European Grand Ball. He remembered  being absolutely mesmerized  by her appearance,  the style of her dress...the bib necklace neckline glittering with blue and iridescent Swarovski crystals about her throat, the keyhole bodice giving him a little peek of tasteful cleavage, but most of all, the fitted silhouette that fell into into layers of fabric moving with her body as she sashayed in a crystal pair of Jimmy Choo stiletto sandals that even Larke nor Bianca owned.


Blaze Summers, at that moment, made the banquet hall of the castle grow quiet. No one in the Teen Club or even the Teen European Royalty had ever seen a beautiful cowgirl with rough hands and strong body transform into a young, elegant woman, taking the attention away from Larke, Bianca and even young ladies of majesty.  Many Princesses clad in couture gowns hand sewn by many, and crown jewels passed down from their ancestors,  seethed in jealousy, and Prince Albert's heart grew almost too big for his chest to contain.


Smiling brightly, Prince Albert bowed, dressed in the traditional black-tie Highland attire, complete  with a tartan kilt, his exposed calves, muscular from years of playing  lacrosse and rubgy.


”Blaze, it would be my greatest honor if you accepted this dance,” he informed, offering his hand. Blushing, trying not to squeal, she nodded, graciously accepting his hand. As the bagpipes played, Prince Albert led his beautiful, American dreamgirl into a waltz. Moments later, onlookers began pairing off, joining into the beauty and wonder of the experience of a lifetime.


”Blaze is so lucky,” said Switchboard to Bianca, as the BHT gossipmonger snapped pictures on her Iphone, immediately posting to Instgram, Twitter and Facebook. “Prince Albert flew across the pond to find his dreamgirl, isn't it so romantic, Bianca?”


Sipping virgin champagne, dressed in a strapless gown from Elie Saab, Bianca shrugged, slightly envious, but happy for Blaze at the same time.

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Vain- Ch.21 pt. 1
Finally! Blaze is getting a little face time!!!! 


BHT is owned by Cooki Jar Ent. 

OC "Rocksi" is mine  
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Miami Spice by missmjwilson
Miami Spice
A shot from the photo shoot I did on Monday. The lady beside me, is Anileys, the owner. The model beside her is from Belgium, and the model above her is from Canada. Anileys is of Cuban descent. My area has really outdated shoe stores with absolutely no style, so when Anileys mentioned her goal of opening an online shoe store, it was kismet. I managed a shoe store years ago, and even though it was the worst job of my life, I learned a lot. We had so much fun doing this shoot; I also did the makeup and provided some accessories ( notice the big earrings) . It felt good to be involved in something so positive ! 
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Kitties and Things....

Journal Entry: Wed Apr 29, 2015, 5:29 AM



Hello all!

Goodness gracious! My text messages have been blowing up since my birthday when things are usually pretty silent. I tell you all what, when people ignore me, I'm supposed to fall back and accept it like it's okay, but when I ignore those same people, it's a problem. They can kiss my ass....moving on...

Well...Caligula gave birth to four kittens..I had named them Dorian. Fairchild, Morpheus, and I honestly forgot the fourth one's name because one day I found Fairchild by herself and the others have been missing. Eryss, my Calico cat, gave birth to two kittens last week and they had the prettiest color patterns...I found one dead, and I have no idea about the other one. They were only two days old, and you really don't want to interfere when they are that young, but some cats do some really unexplained shit. Regardless burying dead kittens is not my forte' you all know this.  But in the name of serendipity, I came home from a photo shoot on Monday, and saw two of Rorsharch's kittens on the the back steps. Within 10 minutes, she brought me a third one. I named them Rocky, Adrian, and Mickey. Fairchild had also gone  missing for two days which had me going nuts, but she came back on  Monday and she's been sticking around since. The other cats are friendly to her, so there's no worries there, thank goodness.

Other than the cat corral, :iconkenichi2point0: and I have been working on chapters for "Vain" my Beverly Hills Teens fanfic. I am also working with someone else on "Turning The Tables" in the midst of everything  else that has been going on. I've been saving tips to raise money for a passport, still working out, helping my friend promote her online shoes business ( that's what the photoshoot was for) and trying to get my permits for my online false eyelash business. I was also hit with some family stuff that I didn't want to face, but when your parents are getting older reality hits you like a ton of bricks.

With that being said, I realized that  haven't "lived" my life. I am planning a trip to Vancouver and I've already let my job know. I have never taken time off, and I am looking for other opportunities. I go to work so indifferent. They are all buddy-buddy sorority as I have stated so many times, I don't fit in with the military wife lifestyle and I am childless. I have all this freedom except for a car. I have tried to invite them to dinner, but they are always worried about pissing off the hubby who can do whatever the hell he pleases. That's unfair in my eye, and damn, it's just food, but that's their life. It doesn't stop me, but dinner is only good in good company, and seeing that I am way past the highschool " dying to belong/ needing acceptance" phase, I just don't give a damn. I go to work, do what the hell I get paid for, and go home to write or whatever. My job does not own me, it's just a part of my life...hell it keeps the cats fed, but I know when I  request some days off, they better not give me hell about it.

Anyhoo, at this juncture in life, I decided not to let things that  used to stress me out and leave me sleepless,  bother me anymore. I'm not getting any younger and I got shit to do. For my readers, I hope to have an update by the beginning of next month if I don't fall asleep on the keyboard. Yall have a great day!    

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According to my okaa-san, I started drawing at the age of 18 months. She still has my first piece of artwork in the family album in our old house. i used to draw comics based on my favorite Saturday morning cartoons like "Jem" and"Ghostbusters" and basically just drew all the time. I also designed fashion when I was a teenager. I started writing fanfics in 2002 for other fandoms and am happily writing fanfics on deviant art :)

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- In no particular order: IT Cosmetics, MAC, Kat Von D, Urban Decay and NYX.

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-TIGI BedHead, Big Sexy Hair, Nexxus, Paul Mitchell, Kinky Curly, Design Essentials and Redken

Favorite Skin Care line?
-This is dependent on the client's skin care needs and I use products prescribed by my Dermatologist

How do you plan your commissions?
I have to really analyze and judge just how important the scene will be visually. I m also inspired by music, culture and colors. There is always some type of symbolism in all of the pieces I commission.

Are your OC's based on you?
-Actually, my Oc's are based on women that I wish I WAS when I was there age(s). I wish I had the confidence they had...not to mention their wealth.

Are you gonna model anytime soon?

Will you compete in bodybuilding/figure again?
-Probably! It's a little tough to get a workout in nowadays, but i haven't abandoned the weights, trust me. In fact I go mall walking early in the morning with the senior citizens

How many piercings are in your navel?
-6


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-Living in the country, mosquitos, fleas, roaches, racist people who try to fake it, people who are rude for no reason, people who walk slow in front of me when i have to pee, acne, acne scars, people who dont wipe off their sweat on the gym equipment, and people with no sense of humor.

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My momma, my cats, my Kindle Fire, my fanfics, my devart friends, my earring collections, my hair when it's red, plums, sakura blossoms, waterproof black liquid eyeliner, Kat Von D, makeup, and bright colors.


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Kitties and Things....

Journal Entry: Wed Apr 29, 2015, 5:29 AM



Hello all!

Goodness gracious! My text messages have been blowing up since my birthday when things are usually pretty silent. I tell you all what, when people ignore me, I'm supposed to fall back and accept it like it's okay, but when I ignore those same people, it's a problem. They can kiss my ass....moving on...

Well...Caligula gave birth to four kittens..I had named them Dorian. Fairchild, Morpheus, and I honestly forgot the fourth one's name because one day I found Fairchild by herself and the others have been missing. Eryss, my Calico cat, gave birth to two kittens last week and they had the prettiest color patterns...I found one dead, and I have no idea about the other one. They were only two days old, and you really don't want to interfere when they are that young, but some cats do some really unexplained shit. Regardless burying dead kittens is not my forte' you all know this.  But in the name of serendipity, I came home from a photo shoot on Monday, and saw two of Rorsharch's kittens on the the back steps. Within 10 minutes, she brought me a third one. I named them Rocky, Adrian, and Mickey. Fairchild had also gone  missing for two days which had me going nuts, but she came back on  Monday and she's been sticking around since. The other cats are friendly to her, so there's no worries there, thank goodness.

Other than the cat corral, :iconkenichi2point0: and I have been working on chapters for "Vain" my Beverly Hills Teens fanfic. I am also working with someone else on "Turning The Tables" in the midst of everything  else that has been going on. I've been saving tips to raise money for a passport, still working out, helping my friend promote her online shoes business ( that's what the photoshoot was for) and trying to get my permits for my online false eyelash business. I was also hit with some family stuff that I didn't want to face, but when your parents are getting older reality hits you like a ton of bricks.

With that being said, I realized that  haven't "lived" my life. I am planning a trip to Vancouver and I've already let my job know. I have never taken time off, and I am looking for other opportunities. I go to work so indifferent. They are all buddy-buddy sorority as I have stated so many times, I don't fit in with the military wife lifestyle and I am childless. I have all this freedom except for a car. I have tried to invite them to dinner, but they are always worried about pissing off the hubby who can do whatever the hell he pleases. That's unfair in my eye, and damn, it's just food, but that's their life. It doesn't stop me, but dinner is only good in good company, and seeing that I am way past the highschool " dying to belong/ needing acceptance" phase, I just don't give a damn. I go to work, do what the hell I get paid for, and go home to write or whatever. My job does not own me, it's just a part of my life...hell it keeps the cats fed, but I know when I  request some days off, they better not give me hell about it.

Anyhoo, at this juncture in life, I decided not to let things that  used to stress me out and leave me sleepless,  bother me anymore. I'm not getting any younger and I got shit to do. For my readers, I hope to have an update by the beginning of next month if I don't fall asleep on the keyboard. Yall have a great day!    

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