strawberry fields; belle, morgan, tracee, juliet

[annabelle sophia callahan]

` this was no accident,

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Going to this Masquerade Ball was possibly the stupidest thing Annabelle had done all her life. Okay, so that was exaggerating. The catalyst was absolutely vulgar. All of this just to protect her reputation. To hide her past. Though she wouldn't ever admit it, she was doing it for Jay and Morgan as well. Why? Maybe she'd never know. Perhaps it was because she still had a little respect for Jay... or maybe it was because Morgan was her sister, and whenever Annabelle said anything about Jay, her face lit up like a Las Vegas night. Even when Morgan knew it was over between them. Jay had blown it. Annabelle just delivered the blow for Jay. See? She was actually doing him a favor. Or so Piper would say. Annabelle? Well. Hell hath no fury like an Annabelle Callahan scorned. Sometimes during her little rage rampages she did stupid things. She, however, didn't count that as stupid. Instead, she counted it as a favor. A protection drill to her sister. Jay wasn't good. Especially since he was black-mailing her into doing this. What was that, seriously? If he can't fix things with Morgan himself then he should just forget it and move on. Then again, Morgan was one stunning girl. Belle had to admit that they looked really fantastic together, and though she hated to admit it, she knew that she had to fix this. Jay had people do the dirty work for him. Like a pimp or something.

Belle sighed. Morgan sat by her in the Black SUV that Annabelle drove. As far as she was concerned, if Jay wasn't there within an hour of their arrival, then she was going to be a little more than ticked off. They both stepped out. That was another thing; Mo had no clue of Annabelle and Jay's sick, twisted plot. Get Mo drunk, get Mo with Jay, get away. That was the sequence that had played over and over in her head. Little did Jay know that Belle had no intentions of getting her baby sister drunk. No siry bob. In fact, if this whole 'deal' wasn't protecting what she had to hide - a shameful past, of course - then Morgan and Belle would be at a movie instead. Or maybe at her house, watching old DVDs with Audrey Hepburn in them. Yes, that's what they would be doing. However, that wasn't happening. They were already out of the car, across the parking lot and into the classy club. The musky air was heavy with excitement, and it was beginning to smell like sweat already. Everybody was in masks, which Annabelle actually found classy. She wore a black Betsy Johnson party dress with matching shoes from the same fashion designer. Her jewlery was from Chanel, and the purse she had left in the car was from the same brand. The mask was quite bothersome at first, but she had grown accustomed to it being on her face by now. A black ribbon tied it back, molding the mask to her soft, innocent features. Blue orbs gave her away, she thought, but maybe not. She had a feeling that tonight was going to be a roller coaster.

It was the music that entranced her. Or maybe it was the thought that she should just have a few drinks. Loosen up a little to cover for her uptight attitude. Morgan had already noticed it and Belle was on the verge of spilling the whole plan. The was good, the sickly sweet flavour sliding down her throat. Somebody probably spiked the other ones on the table, so she had ordered from the bartender. Belle thought logically when it came to stuff like this. Especially since she had a bad past with alcoholism. What really got her, though, was that she was doing it again. She decided, with a sigh over her glass, that tonight she wouldn't care. This was about being somebody you weren't, or at least pretending to, so why not live it up? An hour or so later, Belle was completely drunk. She wandered over to Morgan. She hadn't really been paying attention to her little sister. Maybe she had gotten drunk too? Belle didn't care, for she wasn't in her right mind. "Ahaaa! Hey Mor.. hey...hey Mor..." she tapped her sister on the shoulder with a giddy smile plastered on her face. "Heyyy..shhhh...shhhh! You're not Morgan... and... and i'm not Belle, remember?!" she pointed to Morgan and then to herself, eyes glazed over with unknowing. How many drinks had she downed? It was only one or two..right? Maybe it was three or four... In reality Belle had drank around five rounds. Lovely. Classy and sheek, huh Belle? It wasn't that she wanted this to happen. The bartender just kept handing her drinks. "Haha, heyy.. hey Mor.. guess... guess what..." she slurred. "I think we should go home.. and... and maybe... maybe throw eggs out the window... to people below... you know..haha! As..as...as a present for them!" she giggled mercylessly, flinging her hands in the air upon saying 'present for them'. "Common..common..it'll....yeah, it'll be funnnn!" she whispered the 'common' part and shouted the 'funnn!'. It was now that Annabelle had fallen off the wagon, and if she had any idea where these events would lead.. she would've stopped right then and there.

Belle, however, didn't know of the future events. Instead, she giggled viciously at her sister, whom looked drunk herself. She waved her hand hap-slappy and began towards the door with wobbly steps. This was not going to end well.

ooc: Tracee and Juliet don't interract with Belle and Morgan. They simply follow them out when the time comes, see them crash, etc. etc. We know the drill! If you don't, go check out 'carcrash hearts' in the plotting boards. On with the plot! Morgan replies next.

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[`morgan isabel callahan]

outfit!

things had definitely not gone morgan's way at all, and seriously, it was starting to annoy her. she hated when things were so good, like too good to be true, and then they actually are. that was how morgan and jay's relationship had gone. too good to be true. and all good things had to end one way or another.

so, this boy had sat next to her a few months ago in the park. they talked, and exchanged numbers and such. then, he took her out to the beach as a date and they had a super fun time. he kissed her, and automatically, apparently they became an item. they dated for a while, and morgan fell in love with him. yeah, which meant she let him get what he had really wanted the entire time; to get into her pants. for the first time, looking at it from her point of view. yes, she had let him take her virginity, which was of course a bad decision. but, that wasn't the least of her problems. annabelle started to want to know who morgan was spending almost all of her time with. of course, morgan didn't see a problem, and invited jay over for dinner one night. but, something seemed to click in annabelle's head, and after jay had left that night, she sat morgan down and told her about she and jay's past. how he cheated on her, and how he’s bound to do the same to morgan. morgan was heartbroken, of course. she refused to believe it at first. then, she slowly put the pieces together.

morgan met jay at the park the next day, and for some strange reason it was a super cloudy and rainy day. she walked up to him, and when he reached down to hug her and give her a kiss, she pulled away, and told him they couldn't be together anymore. he asked why, but she just shook her head and walked off, crying. jay was confused, and tried to call her and text her. he tried in every way to contact her, and as much as it hurt her, she couldn't let him get back into her head. she wouldn't let him. she began to spend more time with jude and easy and annabelle more then usual. she needed to get him off her mind, out of her heart. she ached for him every single day, though. it wasn't helping her at all. she wished so much now that he had never sat down next to her that day. she wished that she had probably never known he had existed, that he would just stay a person in annabelle's past that she should hate. her life was better that way, before him. but then again, he made her life just as good when he was there. morgan was for once, utterly confused about this boy.

and for some reason, annabelle had been able to convince morgan to go to the masquerade. she had insisted that no one wanted to be her date and that she would have a crappy time without her. and she also threw in that it would help her forget him. morgan refused, but after days of begging and pleading and threatening, morgan finally agreed. she pulled out an old black masquerade dress and a matching feather mask. she had bought it a long time ago, but never got to wear it. the fabric was soft silk, and it had a bit of a bluish tint to it. like a dark navy color. it was strapless and had silver buttons going down the front of the corset. she also had these arm things that went up to her elbows. morgan thought she was over doing it, since annebelle was going in a classy blue dress, and a simple mask. but annabelle assured her that it looked good. so, there morgan was, stepping out of her sister's black suv. she walked with annabelle into the club, and almost immediately headed for the refreshment table, hoping they had some kind of alcohol to serve. cause she was going to need at least a flask if she was going to make it through the night.

soon, morgan was tipping. someone had apparently spiked the punch, and she secretly thanked whoever it was. her mask was a bit crooked, but she kept reaching up to fix it, which made it even more crooked then it was before. then, she finally got it to sit perfectly on the ridge of her nose, the feathery thing resting against the skin of her face. it masked only half of her face, from her nose up. but it still wasn't hard to see that it was morgan, i mean, she was still really small and delicate, just as before. except a little more delicate then before, maybe. her heart was still in ruins. the first few days she thought that her heart was probably beyond repair, cause everything seemed to remind her of him, hence she couldn't get him off her mind at all which wasn't helping her one little bit and possibly putting her at suicide risk.

then, annabelle has stumbled over to her. she was completely shitfaced drunk. she was slurring her words and giggling. morgan wasn't much better, but she was a more sensible yet vulnerable drunk. when belle started slurring something about them not being themselves, morgan took another drink of her spiked punch, feeling it all rush to her head. "you know ittt." she said, looking over at belle before stumbling back slightly, grasping onto the table for support. then she finally regained her balance just as her favorite song ever came on. it was muse's 'time is running out.' "this is my favorite song!" morgan gasped, beginning to sway to the seductive and rhythmic beat of the song. she closed her eyes, and swayed slightly, catching herself by grasping onto belle's shoulder. "sorreh." she muttered, closing her eyes again and swaying to the music before the song changed and belle was talking about going home and egging people. he eyes popped open as a sudden rush of adrenaline ran through her. "let's do it!" she said, with a drunken, hopeless smile.

morgan followed her sister towards the exit, waving as well to some people who called out to her. she gave a buzzed out smile and took another drink of the spiked punch she had in her hand. she pulled the ends of her dress up so she didn't step on it and go flying forward on her face. she felt rather giddy, finally pushing jay out of her mind for once, and exited the dance, which didn't even prepare her for what was about to happen in just a few minutes.