Laney Chandler

Et j'aime les grandes fêtes, elles sont si intimes. Aux petites fêtes, il n'y a pas d'intimité... Je pense que Fitzgerald l'avait à l'envers, personnellement...


Le café a à peine gardé Laney éveillé à travers la cérémonie; ses cheveux jetés dans un bun en désordre lâche, bottes de chocolat noir couvert jusqu'à ses cuisses où une robe de chandail en cachemire léger s'est terminée, une veste de culture de couleur café a couvert son haut du torse comme une écharpe bleu vif et argenté couvert le reste. C'était un simple ensemble que la jeune fille à moitié éveillée avait jeté dans une hâte, mais avait quand même réussi à paraître sans effort gracieuse. Elle riait de façon appropriée aux blagues du directeur, et appréciait l'utilisation aiguë du sarcasme par le biais de son propre court discours.
Le petit répit entre la cérémonie et le début des cours était toute la blonde nécessaire pour prendre une recharge de sa boisson préférée, l'arôme de son moka de chocolat noir avec cannelle et espresso rempli l'air autour d'elle apporter un véritable sourire heureux à ses lèvres alors qu'elle a fait son chemin vers la classe de Prof. Hasting, attendant avec impatience ce que la nouvelle année ferait ressortir de ses professeurs. Laney n'avait pas de livres, la plupart des enseignants utilisaient rarement les manuels assignés pour un peu plus que la lecture assignée ou si était relative la conférence à portée de main.
Laney s'est régalée de la douce pâtisserie, de la petite gâchis collée à ses genoux et de la face sans tache, elle s'est mélangée parfaitement avec les restes de son café offrant un petit déjeuner assez agréable pour le débutant, le reste des cours était décevantment standard bien qu'écouter le professeur Abbé effrayer les nouveaux étudiants était plutôt amusant mais même elle gémissait à l'idée de lire réellement les Termes & Accords pour Facebook de toutes choses. Honnêtement, ça semblait une perte de temps, mais sur une idée folle, elle supposait qu'elle avait des projets plus tard pour parler de votre sortie de l'accord. Le prétest a laissé un mauvais goût dans sa bouche ruiner la douceur qui restait dès le début, comme l'étudiante habituellement éminente avait été distrait et dérangé au cours des deux dernières semaines pour faire la lecture d'été optionnelle. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
La douche coupée alors que la blonde sortait sur le tapis de salle de bain, enveloppant une serviette de crème douce autour de son torse au début de la journée rejouer dans sa tête, ce n'était pas si mal et elle était heureuse de voir ses vieux amis, et d'entendre parler de leurs pauses d'été. Un cheme doux de son téléphone a attiré son attention en essuyant le miroir emboîté, laissant une stries d'une réflexion comme son teint pâle l'a montré à elle. Ses lèvres douces se sont enfoncées dans une ligne serrée avant d'entrer dans un sourire en lisant le joyeux petit tweet prenant sa barre de notification.

Fête au Hancock Hideaway! Ce soir, à 7 h, soyez là et le dernier sera entouré de ballons d'eau. Pas de commentaire sur que je sois sérieux ou pas. Apportez de la nourriture!
Un rire doux et une secousse de la tête, Laney sourit texto Acacia confirmant qu'elle allait certainement être là avant d'attraper son téléphone appelant Tyler, une fille qu'elle était devenue ami rapide sa première année ici. Tyler était un senior qui était plus qu'heureux de montrer à une nouvelle fille un peu naïve les cordes et comment manipuler les professeurs, une petite fille aux boucles brunes douces, les yeux verts, et une bouche pleine, elle était souvent entourée par les garçons plus âgés qui voulaient l'emmener à la ville ou à la cafétéria pour le déjeuner.
Le téléphone a sonné deux fois avant qu'elle ait une réponse.
L'amour de Laney! Donc je suppose que vous avez eu le tweet?
Oui, en laissant à Acacia pour lancer une fête le premier jour. Pauvre Aspen doit être si fatigué de courir et de tout faire pour cette fille.
C'est sûr, mais ça va être un tueur. Votre colocataire y va? Le mien étant un puss aigre et se plaint que les devoirs de la reine de fer prennent beaucoup trop de son temps.
Je n'ai même pas commencé, mais je le ferai probablement ce soir après la fête. Je ne pense pas que je vais rester dehors trop tard. Je pense qu'Emilie est déjà partie? Je ne l'ai pas vue aujourd'hui. Tu veux monter avec moi?
C'est sûr! Qu'est-ce que tu portes?? Je peux emprunter vos talons d'argent? S'il te plaît?C'est quoi, ça?
Je n'en ai aucune idée, peut-être que cette nouvelle robe rouge que j'ai achetée l'autre semaine, et sûr que vous pouvez les emprunter si vous prenez un plateau géant de cookies pour moi d'apporter avec moi.
C'est sûr! Je te rejoindrai plus tard alors! 
Avec un clic l'autre ligne est morte, laissant Laney là tenant son téléphone à son oreille encore enveloppé dans une serviette ses cheveux goutte d'eau un regard amusé sur son visage avant qu'elle a fait son retour dans la petite chambre qu'elle a partagé avec Emilie, il semblait presque Il a été décoré par la même personne bien qu'une moitié avait la New York Skyline sur elle et l'autre avait une touche plus parisienne à elle. Sur le lit, elle s'y coulait doucement sans se soucier que ses cheveux mouillés s'imprégnaient de sa couette alors qu'elle regardait le plafond, le chauffage s'élançant tandis qu'elle bâillait doucement en profitant de la sensation d'être propre et finie avec l'école pour la journée au moins.
Elle était assise au restaurant attendant, une longue robe noire en cascade dans le sol autour d'elle en sirotant sur un verre d'eau jouant nerveusement avec une boucle lâche essayant de ne pas regarder l'horloge anxieusement. Un toucher doux sur son épaule a surpris la jeune femme alors qu'elle regardait son visage souriant, elle pouvait entendre ce qu'il disait, mais elle souriait heureux et jouait avec. Heureux qu'il soit arrivé, elle commençait à se demander s'il allait la libérer. Le reste de la nuit s'est passé dans un flou de sourires et de rires, de baisers volés et d'étreintes chaudes. Laney a regardé loin une minute et quand elle a regardé en arrière Jeremy était parti et elle était dans un autre endroit, l'arrière d'une vieille voiture de train Alice grinçant sur son flanc tandis que la douce ruée de l'aiguille dans son bras l'a envoyé sur un voyage différent, une heure différente. Mais cette fois le voyage n'était pas l'âme se calmant bas comme d'habitude, c'était dur et dur comme une tempête enflammée qui traversait ses veines la brûlant de l'intérieur...
Laney s'est réveillée avec une bouffée de bouffées autour de son estomac gémissant légèrement à la ruée des souvenirs qu'elle avait longtemps essayé d'enterrer et d'oublier, l'envie oubliée de revenir en force alors qu'elle trébuchait hors du lit dans la salle de bain éclaboussant désespérément l'eau sur son visage essayant de bannir le rêve, regardant son reflet vu la forme raclée qu'elle avait été avant de fermer les yeux retombant en glissant sur le mur en respirant erratiquement.
Ça va, ce n'est plus moi.
Les mots sont tombés de sa bouche encore et encore jusqu'à ce qu'elle se calme lentement, retrouver un léger calme reconnaissant que sa colocataire n'était pas encore revenue. Tout le dur labeur qu'elle avait mis dans sa personnalité serait ruiné par une crise de panique comme celle-ci, ils étaient rares mais ils pouvaient être déclenchés. Une main ferme a atteint et saisi l'évier se tirant vers le haut comme elle a confirmé que sa réflexion était une forme brillante, plus heureuse de qui elle était. En passant par les mouvements de nettoyage de son visage et d'application de la base de son maquillage était devenu un exercice cathartique pour la fille, même maintenant il est apaisant les effets lavés sur elle alors qu'elle a choisi une palette nu légèrement sombre pour son maquillage l'appliquer sans effort, l'apparier bien avec un rouge à lèvres rouge profond avant de revenir à la pièce se forçant à retomber dans sa persona, son lieu sûr, quelques instants plus tard la même nuance de rouge a trouvé son chemin sur elle sous la forme d'un haltère et d'une longue jupe fluide, une robe de sortes, une sélection rapide de bijoux et de chaussures a donné un effet impeccable à la tenue. La seule question maintenant était ses cheveux, de les porter, de les boucler ou de les coiffer en vagues; elle a joué avec chaque idée tout en texto Tyler elle était prête et avait les chaussures pour elle, elle a aussi jeté dans la question sur ce qu'il faut faire de ses cheveux. Même une minute s'est écoulée avant que son amie n'envoie un texto lui disant qu'elle était en chemin vers la pièce, posant l'idée qu'elle devrait peut-être essayer de se redresser les cheveux pour changer.
C'était une idée intéressante, car Laney s'y est amusée avant de frémir doucement alors qu'elle retournait vers la salle de bain en coupant son lisseur.
Un coup plutôt odieux sonna à sa porte, suivi d'une série de rires, tandis que la brune s'élança joyeusement pour retrouver la blonde étendue sur son lit, un regard blanc sur son visage. Tyler a froncé un peu avant de sauter sur le lit à côté de son coup de pied la jeune femme dans le côté en souriant alors qu'elle a gagné une perle de rire indésirable de son ami stoïque.
"Allez! Nous allons à une fête remonter le moral!"
Il n'a pas fallu longtemps avant que l'énergie infectieuse et le bonheur de Tyler aient fait revenir Laney à son niveau en se nourrissant de l'énergie positive alors qu'elle s'est faufilée un biscuit du plateau en le mangeant gentiment tandis que l'autre fille a glissé sur les talons avant qu'ils ne s'entassent tous deux par la porte, en riant et en parlant de si différents garçons seraient là et de quels jeux ils pourraient avoir en réserve. Laney a apprécié les petites fois où elle pouvait voler Tyler loin de son groupe de garçons, elle savait au fond qu'une fois qu'ils étaient là, Tyler allait flatter en laissant la blonde sur elle-même pour trouver sa niche à la fête. Heureusement, la conduite n'a pas duré si longtemps que la décapotable noire élégante de Laney a tiré dans le cercle autour de la trouver une place de stationnement dans le parking de débordement sachant très bien que ce tard le stationnement principal serait surrempli. Glissant la voiture dans un endroit moins qu'idéal les filles ont quitté la voiture, Laney jouant en équilibre le plateau de cookies sur sa tête alors qu'ils ont fait leur chemin vers le haut du trottoir nudging et se cognant l'un l'autre, sentant la basse de la musique avec chaque étape qu'ils ont prise, les deux de l'a semblé grandir en énergie et enthousiasme plus ils ont obtenu de plus près.
Marcher à Laney a fait son chemin jusqu'à la table de nourriture posant le plateau sur la table avant de s'attarder à observer la foule, elle avait accueilli quelques personnes quand elle est entrée mais pour la plupart, elle pensait juste regarder un peu.
Laney Kaire Chandler
  
She likes to see the best in people; I like to see the truth.
-Laney Chandler

Name
Laney Kaire Chandler 
Nicknames
It’s rather hard to make a nickname from Laney, but she’s open to suggestion. 
Age
17
Gender
Female
Sexual Orientation
Bisexual
Grade Level
Junior
Appearance
The first thing people notice about Laney is that bright smile that always seems to decorate her face, her dark blue eyes a subtle contrast to the healthy glow of her skin; blonde hair falls in waves to outline her face, often taking the form of unkempt curls extending long past her shoulders towards the middle of her back. Soft palette make-up generally finds its way on to her face, often a soft pink lipstick and mascara if she’s too rushed to sit there and do it properly. Laney stands around 178cm and weighs close to 140lb last time she checked, but she has slacked slightly on her exercise routine, just don’t tell her mother, so that might have changed.
If asked she would say she was average build, nothing too outstanding about her, as much as her mother had tried to prod and pull her into a certain body shape.
The one think her mother did manage to instill in her was a love of high fashion; she’s often seen wearing a dress or a blouse with dress pants and heels. She very much exudes and has the looks of a well put together young lady, but then years of debutante balls and classes will do that to a girl. She often wears either something with long sleeves or a light jacket making a conscious effort to cover the old worn track marks running up the inside of her arms, that and lots of concealer.
She secretly loves to lounge around in sweatpants and oversized pajamas if she can get away with it. 

  
"Maybe you don’t know what I’m really like."

Personality
If someone had to describe Laney it would probably be a happy and bubbly. That she’s someone easy to approach and even easier to befriend, one of the most honest and open people they’ve meet.
They wouldn’t be wrong, after all Laney had spent years perfecting her persona, and in a sense it was a part of who she is but that’s not all there is to her. That version of Laney is what her mother had groomed her into, someone who could take an insult with a smile and deliver the cruelest words with the sweetest smile. Someone who could walk the high life of society and not miss a beat, a timeless young lady with all the class and elegance befitting her status, and while she enjoyed how flawless she was as that person it leaves little room for her to figure out who she really is.
Underneath all the masks and fluff Laney has a free spirit who loves finding about new things, being coped up in a gilded tower for the majority of her life she knows little about the lower class end of living, even with her previous relationship showing her part of it she’s not sure how to handle it on her own and often reacts to new things with a childish demeanor. Used to the back stabbing and petty ways of the girls she grew up with when she finds someone that seems genuinely nice and interesting she’s take a genuine interest in them and often become a little too attached and think too highly of them.
It’s hard to see past her debutante persona, but it almost seems to perfect, too forced, as if it was a routine she was going through no emotion or spark rested behind it. If you catch her alone you can find her cling to herself as if she was freezing, a look of a self-depreciation and loathing plastered across her face for a bleak second. She’s slowly regaining her naturally happy disposition but she still waivers away from legitimate relations and attachments.

Likes
Candy
Cold Weather
Warm Colors
Debating Semantics
Shopping

Dislikes
Needles
Conformity
Phone Calls
People Who Make Assumptions
Superficial Arguments

Fears
Philophobia

 
"The problem with fairytales is they set a girl up for disappointment. In Real Life the Prince goes off with the wrong Princess."

Strengths
Negotiating
Acting
 Motivating People
Natural Leader
Knows What She Wants

Weaknesses
Athletics
Naivety
Art
Softening Her Words at Times
Overly Loyal

History
The daughter of two of the most prominent noblesse of New York, Laney has had all the training and more one would expect starting since she was 4. Beauty pageants, revealing, debutante balls, galas, all her life Laney was forced from one dress to another. By the time she was thirteen she was suffocating under all the lace and bustle, the lessons and lectures had become too much for the young girl.
Meeting Alice changed almost everything and nearly ruined the rest; against her mother’s better wishes they admitted Laney into a private school of lesser regard. A leniency to the young girl’s constant begging for a chance to see what a normal life was like.
- Madame Prions’ School for the Elite-
Laney was so excited to be going to a school away from the same group of petty girls she had grown up taking lessons with, though to her mother they were her friends and they all went to each other’s houses for make overs and sleep overs. The first few weeks were tough as no one wanted to talk to the new girl, most of the students had come from the same feeder schools and they knew each other, but that was middle school for you.
It wasn’t until Alice boldly walked over and introduced herself to Laney that she felt like she could maybe make a real friend. Alice was everything Laney wanted to be, she was carefree, open, did what she wanted, and often got away with doing it as well. To that small fourteen year old girl someone not bound by the same rules was so surreal it was like glimpsing at another life. They soon became fast friends spending almost all their free and studying time together. Alice taught her how to cheat and sweet talk her way out of trouble, Laney showed her how to throw shade and act like a damsel in distress. It was in good fun, they would often get busted for being up past lights out sitting around giggling and talking.
The first year was probably the best year of her life.
All she could talk about over summer break was Alice and how she couldn’t wait to go back to school and see her again. Much to her mother happiness Laney easily breezed through her summer lessons, skimping through some of the assignments and talking her way out of the rest. It was also the summer Jeremey moved in next door, but he was just the boy next door and Laney just saw him as friend she wasn’t allowed to see without a chaperone but they could sit there for hours talking and laughing. Both he and Alice gave her birthday cards; Alice wrote about how boring her summer at home was but she had made a new friend this new guy that was coming to school with them next year and she couldn’t wait for Laney to meet him. He was a really cool guy who knew all about the grimy side to living. Laney wasn’t sure about this new guy, but she was willing to give anyone Alice liked a chance, after all she wasn’t one to say no to her best friend.
It turned out that the guy had turned Alice on to smack, but Laney didn’t learn that till later. She only knew him as Eric but Alice seemed to adore him and spent most of her time with him. Laney chalked it up a little girl crush and that she would get it over it soon enough, so she turned her attention back to her studies, writing to Jeremy every so often about how school was doing, not realizing she was slowly starting to crush on him.
It was the end of the semester when Alice told Laney she wasn’t coming back next year, that she had no intention of going to high school. Her and Eric we’re going to head out for California and get jobs as models and live the rich famous life without having to work for it. Nothing Laney said could change their minds; they just kept saying if she could see the world like they did that she would understand eventually cruelly teasing that she was a square.
It kept going until Laney was afraid she was going to lose her best friend allowing herself to be talked into trying heroin for the first time.
Her summer passed in a blur of the three of them hopping trains and spending their parents’ money to get their hands on more, her lessons slipped and her mother was infuriated. Alice always said it was because her mother was jealous about her freedom and it was nothing to worry about. There we’re a few days when Jeremy would come over and try to talk to her, but she would just ignore him part of her ashamed to let him see her like this. By the beginning of fall her parents shipped her off to the best boarding school they could find, trying to separate her from Alice. For a while it didn’t work, the girls would write each other constantly but eventually the letters stopped coming and Laney lost her connection, her only saving grace was the letters from a certain boy next store.
For the next two years she desperately clung to that boy, they eventually started dating and she slowly rebuilt her life listening to whatever her mother told her. Her grades returned where they needed to be, and she even learned to plaster on a fake smile again and pretend the world was nothing but sunshine and rainbows. Eventually everyone thought that she had but that random streak of rebellion behind her, that it was just a mistake and all should be forgotten, and though she kept some of the skills she picked up that summer Laney focused more on her relationship with Jeremey taking him with her to her coming of age ball, she went with him to his senior prom as his date. She thought they were the couple to be, but a few weeks before she left for Ashbury he stopped talking to her, dropping her like a dirty pair of shoes.
She's spent the past few weeks refocusing on herself and picking up the pieces wondering what she did wrong this time to loose someone else close to her.

Favorite Memory
The first time she got to experience the high life of the city, she was a four year old girl all dolled up and in a gorgeous gold dress, it was a gala for the ages, glittering lights and masks everywhere as everyone was caught up in a sweeping whirlwind of dancing and laughter. She honestly thought that must be what heaven truly looks like, a never ending party and array of elegance. 
Least Favorite Memory
Her first and last heartbreak; it was their anniversary and she was waiting there all dressed up at the restaurant for hours hopefully watching the door. She sat there till closing when the manager called her a cab and kindly broke the news that it didn’t seem like he was coming. 
What corporation sent you to Ashbury?
Phantom Security
Small but fast growing high end security company out of New York, under the current leadership of Ryan Kellard, a young prominent man in his prime, it celebrated its 5th birthday last month and its largest year of new contracts. While the number of clients have started to skyrocket and Ryan has seen a lot more influx in need for security he hasn't been able to land any major clients that would give his company the recognition and publicity it needs for him to launch the opening of a new branch in Europe or possibly Asia that would allow him to do security for politicians and performers as the traveled outside of the states.
Laney's family had little ties to the CEO, having only meet him a few times at her mothers debutante balls and galas arranged for the elite of society to indulge and engage in idle gossip. Having grown up on listening to the elegant way those old harpies went at it, she picked up a few mannerisms and habits. It wasn't until one night that Ryan observed the young girl talk her way out a speeding citation, she had been doing 90 in a 55, without bringing up either of her parents names, just using her wits and smile to convince the officer that she had a valid reason in speeding, that the car would cut off if it went under 70 so she didn't want to chance it.
A blatant lie even Ryan could tell that but he was shocked to see the officer drink it down like it was water.
It was few days after that the young CEO made contact with her family offering them a chance to send their daughter to the most prestigious school in the country for a chance to be groomed and formed into his successor so that he might step down and focus more on the expansion then dealing with the politics and negotiating with dignitaries and other irate costumers having no skill for it himself.
It was an odd request to be sure, a young male wanting a strangers daughter to take over his company, but her parents jumped at the idea of spreading the family legacy farther, letting it touch and soak into that schools soil.
Oh how they would be the talk of the town for years to come.
So off she went without a word for debate or her own opinion.


 
"The past is always with us, just waiting to mess with the present."

Birthday
October 29th, 1998
Astrological Sign
Scorpio.
Twitter Name

Twitter: @GottaChandler
Tumblr: DanceUnderTheClouds



"I don’t wait around to be disappointed again. So excuse me if I don’t fall for that or you ever again.” 

Laney Karie Chandler

"People don’t tell you who you are. You tell them."
Fellow Students:
Hal Polwith
"He seems…sweet? He reminds me of a puppy, or a little brother…Honestly though, he’s a nice guy. He’s always around when you need a good laugh."
Laney doesn’t really talk to Hal; he’s just someone she’s talks to in passing, nothing past the superficial stage of friendship. She finds him to be annoying at sometimes with how he’s always trying to make people happy like they don’t have an option to feel something else. She wouldn’t mind actually getting to know him but isn’t going out of her way to initiate anything either.
Brooke Avery
”She’s interesting…I like her, just don’t tell her that…She reminds me of me but opposite. I’m happy she’s dark but that’s not who we really are, not completely.”
Laney and Brooke have a weird friendship, mostly because Brooke is constantly telling her to shut up every time Laney gets excited and wants to gush and show her a really cute piece of clothing or a puppy or something equally obnoxious. But they have their good moments, when they can just sit in silence and enjoy each other’s company.
Korrigan Alexander Jackson
"Oh, you mean the strange one with the contacts? I haven’t really talked to him. He seems interesting though, besides I’ve never tired playing any of the games he’s always going on about."
Laney doesn’t know much about Korrie, he seems to shy away from her and she doesn’t want to make him anxious or stressed out but would like to be friends with him and see what kind of games he likes, or just talk to him. She likes to be everyone’s friends and he’s one of her main focuses but she wouldn’t want it to be superficial.
Amanda Hirano
"She’s so cute! I wish I could pull of some of the clothes she wears. Though she does seem a little too harsh on her…I’d like to be her friend though."
Laney loves her fashion chooses but when she asks the girl its seems she shy’s away, she doesn’t realize how strong her persona can come across so she’s often afraid to approach Amanda so she admires her from afar but is quick to wave and smile at her, maybe she can slowly work her way up to where she isn’t scaring the girl.
Spencer Dalle
"Spencer, hmmm? He’s rather snarky isn’t he? He’s not so bad though, he sees life differently than everyone else and isn’t blinded by the brighter side so he can’t see the bad as well."
Laney secretly finds Spencer amusing, his snarky attitude often portrays her thoughts better than her eloquently worded insults and demeaning glances when she feels the need to be catty, he also makes a good partner to debate with giving more than the superficial answers she had long crafted for her pageants and the parents that run them. She would consider them friends but isn’t sure if he does or not.
Maie-Marie Malveaux
"She’s always bouncing around isn’t she? Her energy is rather infectious. I wonder if she’d let me go running with her sometime. I really need to get back into it."
At times Laney is jealous by the confidence Maie has wearing simple clothing and wonders if she can pull it off but is so stuck in her high end fashion world that she’s not sure she can step out of her comfort zone. She also likes talking with her when she does join the smaller girl on her daily runs, though she isn’t sure if they are actual friends or not.
 Riley Emerson
”She’s cute…I wonder how she would look in a dress. Ah, umm, just from a curiosity stand point of course. Her personality is a lot different than mine, but maybe I can learn a lot from her.”
Laney might have a little bit of a crush on the other girl but hides it well often trying to coax the other girl into trying small amounts of make up or maybe going out for coffee, her odd way of trying to bond with people. Laney would probably annoy Riley a little but she’s okay with that as long as she doesn’t blatantly tell her to go away. Besides that Laney also likes to sit around and read books while Riley does what she wants.
Nathan Duncan Matthews
”Nathan’s a sweetheart, really, that’s the only word that’s coming to mind. He’s mister Prince Charming incarnated, but I wonder if that’s all there is too him?”
Laney likes Nate well enough but hasn’t gotten the chance to really talk with him, though she would like to change that, she finds him charming but wonders if that’s just natural charisma or a forced trait. Part of her likes him the other part is curious about how he manages to stay so genuinely happy and carefree all the time. Curiosity is a big part in her attraction towards him, but she thinks they would at least make great friends.
Connor Molson McQuarrie
”Hmm, that’s a hard one. At time’s he seems a little too far out there and doesn’t know when to reign it back in but I don’t think he means harm. He reminds me of what an older brother might be like, well before my mother got a hold of him.”
Connor is probably Laney’s favorite person at the school, his exuberant personality is so different then what she grew up with. She likes hanging around him though his slang sometime goes right over her head and she feels naive every time she asks him to explain what he just said in normal human terms. She often finds herself genuinely smiling around him.
Brenden Micah Rivers
”Now he’s someone my mother would produce, well-mannered and well groomed. I think we get along great but he might really just be a superficial jerk, it’s hard to read people like him, I would know. I’m not sure how I stand with him. ”
Laney has mixed feelings about Brenden, she knows how to handle him and how to easily get along with him at least on the service but his negative persona gives her a bad taste in her mouth so she doesn’t try to bother acting anything other than her mother’s daughter around him, playing the game she was taught to play. Though he was a little better at maintaining it she liked to think she was a few steps ahead of him at the pass.
Emilie Rose Delacour
”She’s great! We get along well, and she’s always smiling and having fun, it’s nice to see another girl like that around here. Not that I don’t like the others, it’s just nice that someone gets me, ya know?”
Laney genuinely likes Emilie finding her accent pleasant to listen too, glad that someone else fashion taste border on hers so she had someone to talk to about new designs and new trends. Being around her generally lets Laney be her happy bubbly self without getting a look of annoyance. Her pranks also amuse her though she’s way too restrained to actually help with them.
Aspen Cael Hancock
“Aspen, definitely intense, he doesn’t come across as ambitious as he really is, but he’s a great guy and a great friend if you ever need anything.”
Acacia Celeste Hancock 
“I swear this girl is crazy, but the good kind, you can’t help but be caught up into her whirlwind of energy and you’ll find yourself in the most interesting situations with her. It’s fun.”
Laney loves the twins; they’re always doing something for campus or plotting their next big thing. She likes to watch them interact, they’re opposite of each other, Aspen much calmer and laid back, traits Laney wished she could mimic while Acacia is always doing something. She’s so vibrant and full of life that sometimes Laney feels twinges of jealously towards her. She very much likes helping the twins with their preparations and executing if she can.

 

“Oh! Are we playing 21 questions? Can I play?”

1. How many shoes do they own? What types?
“Oh ummm, that’s a hard one. I haven’t counted recently so I’ll go with 30? Most of them are definitely heels, or boots with heels, or just boots.”
2. Are they on social media? Who’s in their profile pictures with them?
“Let’s See. Twitter, Facebook, and Tumblr. The first two have a simple picture of me on it but my Tumblr has a field of flowers. It’s really pretty.”
3. How many romantic relationships have they had?
“I’ve only had one, that didn’t end well. Next question please.”
4. Are they right- or left-handed?
“Left-handed much to my mother’s chagrin.”
5. What charities do they donate to?
“I plan to; I just haven’t had the time to set it up yet.”
6. What are their biggest fears?
“Letting someone close to you and then they leave with nothing but a gaping hole to show they had been there at all.”
7. How much money do they make?
“I don’t work, I’m a student. “
8. What is their ethnicity?
“I’m American, of European decent.”
9. Do they speak with an accent?
“I’ve been told I sound like a Northerner? So I guess so?”
10. What did they dress as for Halloween last year?
“I wore the cutest costume. I was a Polar bear; cute fluffy paws and a fluffy hat with ears, leg warmers and white boots with a really cute white cocktail dress.”
11. What are their email addresses, blogs, and websites? Passwords?
“If you need me reach me on twitter at @GottaChander, or at DanceUnderTheClouds.tumber.com. You can't have my passwords though.”
12. What are they superstitious about?
“The number 13, don’t ask why I just don’t like it when I can pushes numbers together and it makes a letter.”
13. Are they allergic to anything?
“Not that I know of, but I can’t bring myself to eat Brussel Sprouts. Does that count?”
14. What hobbies do they have?
“Hmm, I like running, reading, writing, blogging, and shopping.”
15. Do they keep secrets?
“It’s not my place to tell the thoughts of others, when I still hold thoughts of my own.”
16. What are their astrological signs?
“I’m a Scorpio, though I’m also a Tiger.”
17. What are their taste in movies, books, and music?
“I love horror movies, it’s a secret though, those and mainstream reality series. I know they’re horrible but I can’t help but watch them. I love all books, just not romance ones. I really like classical and laid back modern blues and R&B music.”
18. Do they have scars?
“Now that's a secret.”
19. What are their feelings on gay marriage, abortion, legalization of marijuana, or other controversial topics?
“I think it’s in the best interest of the people to allow them some freedom to what makes them happy, who are we to tell others what they can and can’t do in such small regards.”
20. Any tattoos or piercings?
“My mother would kill me, so no.”
21. What does their handwriting look like?
“I was taught to write in script, so it’s usually loopy and flows together. Though it’s proper cursive I like to think it’s pretty to look at.
22. What is their religious background?
“My father was a firm believer in Christ, so I would have to say Christian in a sense of the word.”
23. Where do they like to shop?
“Ah, that’s a hard one. I love walking through downtown and just going into all the cute little boutiques. Though I’m not adverse to name brands at all, I generally just buy what I like no matter where I go."
24. What is their relationship like with their sibling(s)?
“I have the unfortunately pleasure of being an only child.”
25. Do they have enemies? How did they make them?
“Not that I know of, I do hope I haven’t upset anyone.”
26. What are their ambitions? Do they have a “five-year plan”?
“I wouldn’t say I was ambitious and for a five-year plan I have that set out for me seeing as I’m in line to take over a company?”
27. What are their political preferences?
“I prefer not to associate myself with that side of the dregs of civilized society.”
28. What do they habitually keep in their cupboards, medicine cabinets, and purses?
“Candy! Anything sweet really, that and coffee cups, I might collect them…I keep your normal array of things in my medicine cabinet, and my phone, my planner, candy, make-up and whatever else finds it’s way into my purse.”
29. What are their favorite outfits/pieces of clothing?
“Just one? Hmm…I’d have to say the dress I wore to my mother’s formal. A floor length black dress with a teardrop open back, high neck and long sleeves, I wore it with my hair down in manicured curls and a deep red lipstick.
30. What do they keep in remote storage?
“Mother keeps my car in there as well as the dresses from my younger years and my pageant ribbons and trophies.”
31. Are they night owls or morning people?
“Night Owl, I need coffee to get through the day.”