And if you don't believe me, just put your hands on me.

+Audition
+The Fierce Four
+Rinse by Vanessa Carlton
 
name: Lana King
age: 22
birthday: June 21st
hometown: New York, New York

likes: Wearing black, getting her hair cut, summer rain storms, indie pop music, sandals, the city, going to clubs, being in love
dislikes: Overly-happy people, liars, plain outfits, rap music, the ocean, winter, roller coasters, crying, not getting what she wants

appearance: Lana’s hair color seems to change with the seasons – black, brown, and ombre have been her recent choices. She’s skinny and short, and is very pretty but no one really takes notice.
personality: To most, Lana is a mystery. She comes across as though she is blocking herself off from everyone and everyone. But to her closest friends, Lana is a fun person to be around because she is always making jokes and being the life of the party. Lana is a very serious person, though, and she is demanding, controlling and short-tempered. Her friends see past Lana’s not so perfect traits, but maybe these characteristics are why she doesn’t have many friends.

family: Mother--Melissa King 49, Lori Loughlin
Brother—Nick King, 26, Matt Lanter
 
past/current relationships: Lana has had one relationship in her life, and it ended in heartbreak. They met the day after Lana graduated high school; she had just turned eighteen and felt like she had the world at her feet. Brody was ten years older than her, and had been traveling around from upstate New York. Lana fell head over heels in love with Brody, but what she didn’t know was that he had a wife and three young children at home. When Lana found out, she was devastated beyond belief and has basically sworn off love for fear of getting hurt again like that.
best friends: Amelia Sharpe @curious-and-young
Charlotte Wright @turn-around-bright-eyes
Jessa Capone @little-miss-rae

bio: Lana comes from a one-parent household – her father left her just a year after she was born. But Lana loves life with just her mother and brother and she couldn’t picture it any other way. All three of them are incredibly close and always have been. Lana was never the perfect child like her brother, Nick, was. Lana didn’t do well in school; she broke rules all the time, and didn’t have a care in the world. She wasn’t trying to disobey her mother, in her eyes she was just trying to figure herself out. Lana developed some nasty habits along with some nasty characteristics which made people hate Lana, and Lana to hate herself. At the tender age of sixteen, Lana had planned to kill herself – but her brother Nick caught her right before she had swallowed the entire medicine cabinet full of pills. Lana hasn’t been depressed for a long time, but every now and then it comes back to her in waves. To deal with it, Lana drinks – and drinks and drinks. Lana barely got through college because of her addiction to not only alcohol, but pills, too. Now Lana’s just trying to find a job in her major – graphic art design, and maybe find a little bit (or a lot) of happiness along the way.

model: Shenae Grimes
taken by: @buds-over-studs

+Audition
+The Hamptons
+End of Time by The Band Perry
 
name: Kaitlyn Hughes
age: 18
birthday: August 17th
hometown: Townie
 
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model: Lauren Conrad
taken by: @buds-over-studs
 
@little-miss-rae I'll finish this tomorrow!!!

+Natasha Miller
+West Coast Wonders
+Hate To See Your Heart Break by Paramore
 
+Friday April 12th: What a perfect way to end Spirit Week with a football game tonight at our home field! Come grab hotdogs, drinks, popcorn and some West Beverly Tigers gear and have fun watching your school’s football team (or at least try to). Afterwards, Hunter and some of the other football players are having a party at the captain’s house on the beach, if you get invited.
 
Ever since Zoey had found out that I was going to the football game, she had been begging me to take her along. Zoey was my younger sister, and she was fourteen going on twenty-one. But Zoey and I had always gotten along really well, and the thought of bringing her with me wasn’t horrifying, like some people would think about hanging out with their younger sibling.
 
“Of course you can come, Zo,” I told her. She squealed with delight and raced up to her room to change. I chuckled at her. She was so funny sometimes, getting excited over something as simple as a football game.
 
“When will you be back?” My mom asked, all the while typing away on her Blackberry and never looking up from the screen.
 
Hunter was throwing a party after the game, but of course I wouldn’t bring Zoey to that. “Some people in my grade are throwing a party after the game,” I said. “I’ll bring Zoey home after the game, but I won’t be home until later.”
 
My mother was too engrossed in whatever email she was writing to whatever business colleague she was talking to at the moment to even respond to what I had just said. Truthfully, I didn’t think she even heard a single word I had said. I could never come home tonight and she probably wouldn’t have noticed.
 
And if I confronted her about it, she would only say that work was important. I had tried to fight that battle one too many times, and I was tired of it.
 
Zoey bounded down the stairs a few minutes later in a denim mini skirt, blouse and strappy sandals. I smirked a little at her outfit but refrained from saying anything for fear of hurting her feelings. I remember what it was like at fourteen.
 
“Ready?” I asked. She nodded and we headed out to the car. I called a goodbye to my mother, but all she mumbled was ‘mhm’. “I’m so excited!” Zoey said as we drove through Beverly Hills towards the high school.
 
I laughed, “Why? It’s just a high school football game. Our team isn’t even that good anyway,” This statement was true, but I was still proud of my school and our team and wanted to show that support. Yes, I was one of those girls.
 
As I pulled into a parking space, I saw Sloane walking in with Aiden. “Sloane!” I called, waving to her as she turned. She grinned and walked over to Zoey and I.
 
“Hey Natasha, hey Zoey,” she greeted us. “Want to walk in with us?”
 
Of course Zoey ate that right us. A chance to walk into the football game and sit with three high seniors, two of which weren’t her sister? Of course she would want to! I just reminded myself that she was having fun, even as she sped up to walk next to Sloane and comment that she liked her top, leaving me in the dust.
 
The football game was fun, and it got everyone in the school spirit. And with a surprising win, everyone was even more pumped up for the party at Hunter’s house. The only one who wasn’t happy was Zoey, who desperately wanted to come to the party with the three of us.
 
“I’m sorry, Zo, you can’t come,” I told her. She pouted and whined, asking over and over again why she couldn’t come. ‘Because,’ I thought in my head, ‘there will be alcohol and drugs and nothing that you need to see or be a part of.’ “You just can’t,” I told her. “I’m sorry.”
 
She crossed her arms over her chest and stormed off to the car. “I’ll see you guys at the party,” I told Sloane and Aiden who agreed and walked off to their own car.
 
The entire car ride back to the house, Zoey didn’t look at me or speak a single word. She looked out the window the entire time, and before I could even tell her I would see later, she ran out and slammed the door behind her. I knew that by the morning she would be over her anger and everything would be fine. I made a mental note to do something fun with her tomorrow.
 
The party was already in full swing by the time I arrived. The alcohol was flowing freely, the music blaring loudly – a scene that was so not me, but I was here nonetheless.
 
In an effort to reduce the tension, I grabbed a cup of beer and sipped at it slowly. I promised myself that this was the only drink that I would have for the night. I did, in fact, have to drive home and I didn’t want to be that person who drinks and drives.
 
“Wow, I’m kind of surprised to see you here, to be honest.” I heard a voice and looked over to see Lydia approaching me. She was dressed to the nines and had a cup in her hand much like mine. Her pink lipstick was smeared on one side a little bit, but I was too polite to say anything and embarrass her. “You don’t really come to these things,”
 
“Yeah, I know,” I replied. “I was just bored and figured that everyone was going, so…” I trailed off, not really knowing what to say. I didn’t know how to explain my reasoning for being here. But then again, why did I even have to explain why I was here?
 
Lydia laughed at my lack of words. “Hey, don’t worry about it. I understand. Everyone needs to have some fun every once in a while.”
 
Fun. This is what they all considered to be ‘fun’. Somehow, as I looked around at the people here, I knew they weren’t really having a good time. At least not really. They were drowning their sorrows, fears, failures, everything. I didn’t want to be like that. I didn’t want to turn into someone like that.
 
So I put down my cup, intending on leaving it there. I walked out of the party and went straight home, vowing that I would not be that type of person, at least for Zoey and Joel, my younger siblings. I tucked myself into bed, knowing that I was sober and had control over everything in my life, and that felt really good to me.
 
Comment 'i decide my future' if you read! Included @curious-and-young @istylista

+Natasha Miller
+West Coast Wonders
+Wednesday April 10th: Wednesdays are the perfect fundraising day, so the West Beverly student council has teamed up with the entire senior class and we will be having a bake sale in the courtyard. Make sure you are there to either volunteer or support your school! And don’t forget to log in your volunteer hours!
 
(Okay so I possibly have a model change... still deciding. @b0hemian-lovers would this be okay?)
 
I wasn’t personally a fan of baked goods, as they weren’t particularly healthy, but they sure looked pretty. And nobody was better at making things look nice than I was. So I brought out my apron and tied it around my thin waist.
 
I pulled out the necessary ingredients to make cupcakes from scratch – flour, eggs, sugar, etc. About an hour later, after preparation and baking time, I pulled four dozen mini cupcakes out of the oven. I frosted them and put sprinkles on them, and in a very cliché manner, wiped my hands clean with a pat. I was rather proud of the cupcakes and how good they looked. I resisted the urge to try a bit of frosting, knowing that it was not as good as it looked.
 
As I was walking out my front door to my car, my cell phone rang. I was carrying three trays of cupcakes in my hands, but I made it to the car before the call ended. I grabbed the phone from my jeans pocket and answered it just in time.
 
“Hey Sloane, what’s up?” I asked, holding the phone in between my shoulder and ear as I put the cupcakes in the back of my car. I climbed into the front, pulling out of the driveway.
 
“Guess what?!” Sloane exclaimed, and I could hear the excitement in her voice. We had been friends for so long that I immediately could have guessed what this was about – her boyfriend of a year, Aiden. She didn’t even wait for me to say ‘What?’ before continuing. “Aiden got me the most beautiful necklace! He gave it to me last night. I can’t wait for you to see it,”
 
I chuckled. Knowing Aiden, it was probably something colorful and extravagant, as he was a woo-er, so to speak. He liked to please Sloane and sweep her off her feet – all of which she just ate up. “Wow that’s awesome, Sloane! I can’t wait to see it too,”
 
We chatted for a few more minutes about the necklace and the bake sale before I told her that I would see her in a few minutes at school. I pulled in no less than ten minutes later. Already, the sun was shining and people were crowding into the campus.
 
“Those look so good!” I heard a voice and saw Riley walking just a few feet away from me with Mady. “What are they?”
 
“Vanilla bean cupcakes,” I responded with a smile. “I made them this morning from scratch.”
 
“Whoa, look at you go, girl!” Mady giggled. I was always one for cooking things from scratch because I hated processed foods. I remember Heidi Klum once saying that if it came from a box, it wasn’t good for you, and I couldn’t help but agree with that statement.
 
“Aw, thanks girls,” I grinned. People could be so kind and complementary sometimes. …And then I saw Tinsley, who had a smirk on her face and her nose turned up like she was the sh*t. I wasn’t a cruel person, but that Tinsley girl made me want to yell right in her face.
 
I found my designated table to set up my baked goods, which happened to be at the same table as Frankie and Muffie, the two girls who I had previously talked to in class. I was glad that we three were sharing a table, as they seemed really sweet and people who I would like to be friends with.
 
“Those look really yummy,” I commented on Frankie’s chocolate chip cookies. She offered me one for free, but I declined with a thank you.
 
“I have calculus after this,” Muffie groaned as the minutes began to pass. All three of our trays of baked goods were diminishing. “There is no better way to make someone want to kill themselves than calculus at eight o’clock in the morning.”
 
Both Frankie and I burst out into laughter at Muffie’s comment. “You’re hilarious,” I told her, still laughing. I wiped a tear from my eye as I gathered my composure. “I have Spanish,” I said, just as Alana approached the table. Then I remembered that Alana was in my Spanish class, and I told them so.
 
“Ugh, with Mr. O’Donnell? Literally torture,” I laughed. Alana bought a cupcake from my tray, taking the very last one. “See you in Spanish, Natasha!”
 
I waved goodbye to her, and turned just to see Nick, my ex-boyfriend, approaching the table. My heart went into my throat. We had only been together for a short time, but he was the only guy that I had ever been with. And he was still attractive to me, all these years later. I hadn’t heard from or seen much of him. Rumor had it that he had gotten pretty heavy into drugs, but nobody really knew for sure.
 
“No cupcakes left?” He casually asked me.
 
I motioned to the tray. “Someone just took the last one,” I said. “Sorry.”
 
“It’s cool,” he smiled and walked off.
 
I could feel Frankie and Muffie staring at me. “Um, what was that?” I heard Frankie ask after a few seconds, and after Nick was off in the distance.
 
I gave a confused look. “What was what?”
 
“That!” Frankie exclaimed. “Can you say sexual tension?”
 
My face went red and I laughed. Then all three of us laughed together. The conversation seemed to drop as we laughed it off. I didn’t give them any more details and they didn’t ask for any more. Plus, I was serious when I said ‘what was what?’ because there was nothing between Nick and I anymore.
 
In fact, I had been looking for someone else. I was getting pretty lonely. I had a few close friends, and I talked to a lot of people, but I longed for that intimacy that you didn’t get from anybody else than a partner.
 
I drifted away in my thoughts until the bell pulled me out of my reverie. “Time for Spanish,” I mumbled to myself as I cleaned up my trays and cleared off the table. “See you girls later,” I waved goodbye to Muffie and Frankie and found a seat in my first class. I sat down next to Alana and we chatted before the teacher came in.
 
Five minutes after the class had started nobody else but Mr. Nick Cummings waltzed through the door like he was perfectly on time. “Mr. Cummings, you do realize that you’re late?”
 
“Yeah, yeah, I get it,” he said, taking the seat directly behind me. I felt myself stiffen. “Cut me some slack this time, okay?” A few girls in the back giggled, but Mr. O’Donnell gave him a disapproving look, but nonetheless continued on with the lesson.
 
I could feel Nick’s eyes on me the entire class. I wondered why he chose this seat, of all the empty seats in the room. I pushed those thoughts out of my mind. I didn’t want anything to do with Nick any longer, especially if all the rumors were true. I just hoped he got the message.
 
Comment 'over you' if you read! Hope I portrayed everyone alright. @curious-and-young @young-grasshopper @expiredsunshine @l-annelise-l @b0hemian-lovers @peaceloveglitter @flowersforalice

+Natasha Miller
+West Coast Wonders
+Monday April 8th: Spirit week is starting today at West Beverly Hills, and today there will be a pep rally all afternoon, starting at 1, right after lunch. That doesn’t mean you can miss your morning classes, and the teachers will all be there, so be careful!
 
I pulled into the designated parking spot that I held at West Bev. High. As I climbed out of my car, Lydia waved to me from her parking spot next to mine.
 
“Hi, Lydia,” I smiled, joining her as we walked towards the school. “How are you?”
 
“Oh hi Natasha,” Lydia said. She tucked a strand of hair behind her ear and glanced down at her iPhone before continuing. “I’m good! I’m excited for the pep rally this afternoon, are you?”
 
“Oh sure,” I responded as we entered the school. I was heading upstairs to my locker, while I knew that Lydia’s was on the first level. “Catch you later,” I waved to her, and she waved back.
 
When I arrived at my locker, Naomi and Tinsley were having a discussion right next to it. I could feel them staring at me out of the corner of my eye. “Why is she wearing that?” I heard Naomi say, and then they both snickered.
 
My face went red as I looked down at my outfit. It was a floral bodycon skirt with a denim crop top. When I picked it out this morning, I thought it was the perfect spring time outfit. I didn’t understand why they would be making fun of it, but I was far too shy to say anything about it.
 
As I turned to walk towards my first class, I heard Tinsley make one last comment on my outfit. “And a crop top? You have to be skinny to wear a crop top,” and they both burst out into laughter.
 
I could feel my face getting hot with embarrassment. I pushed away the tears that I knew were on the surface. I took my seat in my first class, staring blankly ahead as students piled into the classroom. Riley, Muffie and Frankie sat in a triangle around me, but I ignored their presence.
 
“Love your outfit, Natasha,” Riley leaned over and said to me. All I could do was smile and nod. “Hey, are you okay?” And suddenly Muffie and Frankie’s heads whipped around to see who Riley was talking to.
 
I just wanted to disappear. “Yes, I’m fine,” I responded, leaving it at that. I shouldn’t have been upset; Tinsley and Naomi were infamous for being cruel and mean, and everybody knew that. It was just a stupid comment about something unimportant. But nonetheless, my self-confidence was hard to find in those moments.
 
“Natasha, how can you not be in the best mood ever? We have the pep rally soon!” Muffie exclaimed, looking excited. I had been looking forward to the pep rally, but now all I wanted to do was go home.
 
But instead of sulking any longer, I held my head up high. I put a smile on my face. I nodded in agreement with Muffie’s statement. “You’re right,” I said. “I am excited. It’s going to be a great day!”
 
“Exactly!” Frankie grinned, turning around and going back to her notebook where she was doodling. Muffie and Riley turned back around in their seats, too, now that they knew I was fine. Or, at least pretending. But pretending was what I did best.
 
Comment 'fake a smile' if you read! @istylista @l-annelise-l @expiredsunshine @little-miss-rae @young-grasshopper @sophiaspastic @curious-and-young @b0hemian-lovers story up! Sorry it took so long!

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name: Natasha ‘Nat’ Miller
age: 17
birthday: January 27th

likes: Sunny days, gardening, swimming, animals, inspiration, keeping a journal, drawing, sandals, nail polish, long car rides, honesty, being around people
dislikes: Wearing makeup, liars, getting a bad grade in school, rain, loud people, technology, fast food, comic books, feeling lonely

appearance: Tall and toned, with golden brown hair. She works out a lot and eats healthy to keep her body in shape.
height: 5’7”
weight: 125 lbs

music: She & Him, Ingrid Michaelson, Regina Spektor, Ellie Goulding, Ed Sheeran, Bon Iver, Fiona Apple, Coldplay, Lights
food: Vegetables, fruit, spinach tortillas, apples, granola bars, saltines, seafood, tofu, smoothies, tea, cereal, chicken noodle soup
style: Anything and everything. She wears whatever she’s feeling like that day.

personality: Natasha is a free spirit. She is a very calm, creative, shy but friendly person. Everyone likes her because she is sweet, caring, and quirky.
bio: Natasha, or Nat to only her family, is a very free spirited, fun-loving person. Natasha likes to have fun, she likes to be creative, and she likes to spend her time productively. Natasha has had a really good life with her family – they are economically well-off, they take vacations every summer, and they all get along, at least for the most part. Natasha does well in school and she does well in her hobbies, which include gardening, painting, and drawing. She’s a shy person but is friendly at the same time, and is kind to everyone but only really has a few good friends. Natasha also has only ever had one boyfriend, and they have been broken up for two years, but Natasha enjoys being single because she doesn’t like to be tied down to any particular thing or person. Natasha seems to have the perfect life, but there are problems at home, like the fact that her parents want to move out of state, but Nat can’t bear the thought of leaving.

family:
Father – Tom Miller
Mother – Leah Miller
Sister – Zoey Miller
Brother – Joel Miller
 
past/current relationships:
Ex-boyfriend – Nick Cummings, dated 2 years ago
No current relationship
 
best friends:
Sloane Callaway, friends for 4 years
Nichole Williams, friends for 10 years

model: Barbara Palvin
taken by: @buds-over-studs
 
@b0hemian-lovers it's finally up! I'm sorry it took so long. Anyway I assume I'm in (at least I hope haha) so I'm going to go ahead and make my set for the first event if that is okay! But let me know if it's not :-)

So I've realized that my participation on here has been very lacking lately and I just wanted to take the time to apologize for that. I've basically abandoned my roleplays, even one that I mod which is a huge issue. But I literally don't know how to make time for Polyvore anymore, which is really sad to me because this website has been my life for years. I just don't know how to balance school and work and Polyvore for some reason. I feel so awful - TLC hasn't had events in five days and I was supposed to be responsible for making March events weeks ago and of course I never did. And I haven't participated in the two new roleplays that I'm in either. I love roleplays, making sets and this website, don't get me wrong, but I just haven't been able to do anything on here, I don't know why. And I could never leave Polyvore, don't think that! I don't even know what I'm saying here, I guess just that I'm sorry for being such a crappy member/mod. And I also miss all of the friends that I have on here (NWH GIRLS!), who I haven't talked to in so, so long and that's sad because I feel like Polyvore is less the social community that it used to be because nobody talks to people the way they used to. I don't really know what this ramble is (and don't get me started about the set... ugh). Anyway, I guess I just wanted to apologize for being so MIA. I'm going to really try to get back into the swing of things but it is really difficult for me. Just thinking about Polyvore gets me stressed out to know how behind I am in my roleplays and how I haven't been on in so long. I promise to make more of an effort to get on here. And to my TLC co-mods I really am so sorry for being a horrible mod, I'm going to try to get some events up really soon.
 
It's sad that I'm trying to tag people but I can't even remember who still comes on here anymore... ugh
 
@sophiaspastic @little-miss-rae @vikkirose @foreverandalways-jami @luxecouture @flowersforalice @christi @b0hemian-lovers anyone else....

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+Daisy Lewis
+Bunheads
+Stamp of Love by Jessica Lowndes
 
+ name: Daisy Lewis
+ age: 16
+ birthday / astrological sign: August 13th/ Leo
 
+ likes: Black and white movies, being tall, an empty dance studio, her dark hair, reading, the rain, record players, poetry
+ dislikes: High heels, loud people, secrets, not wearing accessories, action movies, the ocean, cats, short nails
 
+ appearance: Tall, skinny, with cascading long, dark, curly hair, Daisy is a knockout.
+ height: 5'9"
+ weight: 120 lbs.
+ style: Basically everything and anything. Whatever she's in the mood for, she'll wear.
 
+ personality: Daisy is a very fun person to be around; she'll cheer you up, make you laugh, and she can talk for hours. Daisy is as bright as her flower name because she is always smiling, in a good mood, but is very quiet at times too. Daisy is able to form relationships very quickly, and easily becomes attached to people. She has a strong need for approval, and will strive to be the best at everything.
+ bio: Daisy is one of the nicest girls that you will ever meet. She's intelligent, caring, funny, pretty, she's everything you could ever want in a friend, a sister, daughter, girlfriend, anything. But for some reason, Daisy still doesn't feel good. Straight A's, a wonderful ballerina, a great friend, but Daisy feels like there's always that extra inch she could reach that she just never does. She has an internal battle with herself to always be the best, even though that characteristic sometimes gets her into messy situations. Daisy is a strong lover, and after a year with her boyfriend, Emmett, she's even more madly in love with him than ever before. But Daisy is far too trusting, and of not only Emmett, because the people who she's closest with are keeping secrets. But they're not the only ones, because Daisy has plenty of secrets of her own.
 
+ family:
-Rose Lewis, mother, Holly Marie Combs
-John Lewis, father, Brian Krause
-Poppy Lewis, sister, Ashley Benson
-Sebastian Lewis, brother, Tyler Blackburn

+ past / current relationships:
-Emmett Perry, boyfriend, Ian Harding

+ model: Lucy Hale
 
Introduce yourselves!!!

+Blakely Oliveria
+The L.A. Complex
+Stay by Rihanna
 
+Friday, January 25th: Ruby’s tattoo parlor is hosting a fundraiser all day today! Come by and get that tattoo or piercing you’ve been dying to get but have been too broke to at half-price. All proceeds of today’s fundraiser will go to support St. Jude’s Hospital. With our hard earned money going towards such a good cause, it’ll be hard to turn down such a good deal.
 
Story soon. Who wants in??