THEY SAY QUITTERS NEVER WIN, ISADORA/DEX

[dexter]

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I COULD LEARN TO PITY FOOLS AS I'M THE WORST OF ALL

anyone could see that law school clearly took it's miserable toll on dexter fitzgerald. it was obvious that he wasn't the boy he was a year ago, the one who was living in a house full of stoners that held parties of fifty or sixty people every other night. he had matured, gotten a little bit more professional, and was now living in a dorm on the campus of yale. he was a changed person, which one might have assumed was a good thing. he wasn't acting like such a ruffian anymore, he was keeping his distance from alcohol and drugs, and he was starting over with a fresh slate. it was a good thing in anyone else' eyes, but in dexter's, it was terrible. he had become miserable. his group of close knit friends had abandoned him for trying to become the very thing that they mocked and when those friends ditched him, so did the friends that he had made through them. dexter's life no longer consisted of the fun that it did before he jump started his education, but instead, it was made up of strenuous work and an exhausting schedule, with friends that he had met through his classes and only a couple that knew what the meaning of fun was. sure, he could have turned his life back around and returned back to that house whenever he wanted to, however he didn't. he could have reverted back to smoking joints and binge drinking if he was that bored with university, though he didn't, because though it was boring at times and true, his new friends were a couple of lumps on a log, he took pleasure in being able to say that he was one of the few lucky people that got to turn their lives around completely. on top of that, he had already gotten so far. he was already doing so well, and ruining all of the progress he'd made? it was't a dream of his.

since retiring his old lifestyle, dexter was left with a lot of time on his hands. most of that time he didn't know what to do with and so it went wasted in his dorm, watching reruns of ncis, law and order, and whatever other lame television show happened to come on. he rarely bar hopped anymore, the main reason being that he had no one to do it with. he wasn't the type of person that found joy in doing things alone, especially when those things were more fun done with a friend. he knew of no girls that would pass as a good 'booty-call' and he wasn't very intent on finding one. obviously, everything that he used to find fun was off the list, so what did that leave him with? not too much. usually after class, he'd stop somewhere to get dinner then return to his dorm where it was just him, his bed, and his tv. believe it or not, he had grown not to mind the banality of the routine. even though he would have preferred a little more excitement that it, it was something that he got used to.

this particular evening, however, he had chosen to do something a little different with his night. though it wasn't much more exiting than his dorm-bedroom, it was different, and that's all he was looking for- a change. after a lecture that ended approximately at four-thirty in the afternoon, dexter stopped by the starbucks a couple of blocks away from the building he had just come from. he ordered a simple drink- straight black coffee- and sat himself in one of the outdoor cafe tables, perfect for people watching. he had to admit that fresh air compared to his stuffy dorm room was much more enjoyable.

630, LIZZY/ISADORA, sorry it's sort of short and that it took a while to make :c <3 you, though !!

[lizzy4]

S T O P & S T A R E . . .

the outfit,

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-image: url(http://i919.photobucket.com/albums/ad32/paperheartx_x/bg3.png); width: 388px; padding-top: 20px; padding-bottom: 20px;] Isadora was an over achiever – always had been, always would be. She had a few obsessive compulsive tendencies, and her room was always spotless. Her closet was color coordinated, and her books and DVD’s were in alphabetical order. Now that she had her own apartment right off campus, it was always in perfect order. You wouldn’t think an eighteen year old girl lived in there – you’d think it was inhabited by someone with a live in maid. Her dad’s had raised her to be like that, though. They’d also raised her to have a killer fashion sense. She knew as much about clothes as anything and could spot a designer dress a mile off. Honestly, Izzy loved having gay parents. They were just as loving as “normal” parents, and much more loving than her birth parents, who’d given her up for adoption. But, if they hadn’t given her up, she wouldn’t have her dads. Another thing Isadora was was intelligent. She’d gone to Harvard first semester, then transferred to Yale when her dad’s moved to New Haven. She was studying pre-law, and loving every minute of it; not that she’d gotten very far yet. But it was almost the end of her freshman year, and she’d already gotten an internship at a local law firm. Of course, she was a glorified secretary and spent most of her time running errands, getting coffee, things like that. But she also got to sit in on meetings, things of that nature, and Izzy felt it was helping her in her school work. Not to mention getting her excited for what the future held for her. It was early afternoon, and Isadora decided to head to get some coffee. She’d had an early class that morning, spent most of the day at the law firm, and then had a class at seven. Izzy really couldn’t stand evening classes, but she didn’t have much of a say in the matter. As she left the law firm, people told her bye, and she gave them a polite wave, waiting for the elevator. Izzy ran a slender hand through her dark hair as she exited the building, Her heels clacked on the pavement as she searched for her car in the crowded parking lot. She was tempted to go home and change first, but decided just to go straight to get coffee instead. Pulling into the parking lot of the coffee shop, Izzy parked, then got out and locked her car behind her. A cool breeze blew as she headed towards the door, and she couldn’t help but smile at the gorgeous day. Going in, she was hit with the warm, inviting smell of coffee and whipped cream. After ordering a white chocolate mocha, Izzy took her drink outside and sat at one of the outdoor tables – it was too gorgeous a day to sit inside. She chose a table and sat, taking a drink of her coffee.

CREDIT TO OH HAI JENNERS ?! OF CAUTION 2.0

[dexter]

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I COULD LEARN TO PITY FOOLS AS I'M THE WORST OF ALL

as gorgeous of a day it was, there weren't too many people out. in fact, he had only seen a few wanderers pass by the starbucks. it couldn't have been more than ten, which was unusual, because days like these only came around so often in new haven. when they did, locals flocked the streets of the town to soak up the weather and on this particular day, he could estimate the number of people he had seen pass where he was lounging, which wasn't something he could normally do. however, there was business at starbucks and he could attest to the cafe being business at this hour of the evening. then again, when was it not? there were a couple folks inside of the shop and only one other girl sitting outside in the patio area where he was relaxed. he gave her a glance and upon inspection, he could tell that she had either come from work somewhere or some sort of class- who knew, some professors were really uptight about being 'realistic' and made their students look 'professional' when they attended class. of course, he didn't have a class with a professor of that sort and if he did, he would never have been present for it, either.

he flicked his eyes away from the girl, though, after figuring that he might have been disturbing, studying her like he had been. then again, he was a male. he was a twenty two year old male and no one could really blame him if he had been caught 'checking out' the young woman two or three tables away from the one that he was situated at. lately, though, he didn't like taking risks, even silly risks like that, risks that he wouldn't of given two thoughts about if he was still the old carefree, laid back, dexter fitzgerald who didn't give a damn about anyone else's thoughts or opinions. of course, this was the 'new and improved' dexter who had to be thoughtful of other people's opinions, dexter who had to learn how to care about other's feelings, who had to give two thoughts about those sorts of things, which included whether or not a young lady would be comfortable with him feeling her up with his eyeballs.

dexter focused back on what he had been before he noticed the girl a ways away from him. the streets, though, that were usually bustling with window shoppers and tourists wandering the historic college town, or just locals who wanted to get some fresh air, were no busier than they had been when he turned his attention off of it and onto the girl. since no one had joined them at a seat in the patio or exited (or entered) the starbucks since, dexter had no other choice but to pay his attention back to the very professional-looking girl seated away from him. after watching her for a few short seconds, though, he had finally spoken up, the boredom he was experiencing finally getting the best of him. beautiful day, isn't it? he called, making his voice audible enough for her, as they were two tables or so apart. you're a little dressed up for starbucks, though, or is that just me who thinks so? he added with a wink, grabbing his coffee that he'd almost forgotten about, took a long sip, then setting it gently back onto the table.

630, LIZZY/ISADORA, woo finally i replied :D wearing something like that ;)