hot in the dolls house {Lacey}

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Dorian had been there since eight o'clock in the morning. The moment the door opened he was in, his professor chucking slightly at his eagerness before walking back to the staff room. The only boy in his class, some would say a dream come true. So would Dorian, if he had any interest in them what-so-ever. He would much rather be in a room full of boys. But that couldn't be helped.

The girls though, ugh, most of them were so fake. Only trying to be friends with him because he had friends in high places, his phone was full of numbers from boys and he had the money to get wherever he wanted to go. He smiled to himself at the thought. The girls trying to get close to him, pretend they liked him just to use him. He didn't mind, because he played them right back. Did they really think that he would help them get to the top of their game? When he wanted to get there as well? Not a chance. Dorian was quite happy to step on anyone to get to where he wanted to be. No matter who they thought they were.

Biting his lip he swung a piece of white material around his mannequin. Taking his time to pin it in place. Stepping back every now and then to check it was straight. The theme for this term was 'Christmas'. Generic and boring. But a quick taster of what they had to deal with. They had until, of course, Christmas to finish it. Which was plenty of time for Dorian, who could produce a dress in about a week. But this time he had taken a little leap. Sure, he was making a basic white cocktail dress. But attached to it would be tiny little blue snowflakes, handmade from lace. Dorian knew making those would take the longest. It had taken him about four hours to make three of them. Cutting them carefully out of lace. Only five-hundred more to go.

He sighed as he slipped the last of the pins in. Flopping down on the chair next to him, he pulled his coffee over. Taking a sip as he crossed his legs over. It was a shame not everyone was dedicated as he was, it would have been nice to have someone to talk to every day. Instead of sitting on his own. No matter.

With a smirk he looked around the room, quietly confident in his own abilities. But then again, Dorian was always confident.

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second attempt...fuck you computer...notes

[LACEY LOPEZ]

Lacey had gotten back from a day of shopping, with plenty of fabric to make lots of new clothes. She had never gotten over making her own clothes and couldn't stand wearing cheap factory sewn shirts, which had many opportunities for mistakes. Besides, Lacey already knew her own measurements and could whip up a tank top in an hour, tops. Though, Lacey bought several camisoles that she would have to sew bras into. Curse her giant breasts, she couldn't leave them sagging all the time. Lacey had also bought some denim to make some new shorts.

When she heard that this semester's project was a Christmas theme and wasn't due until Christmas, she figured she would put it off until November. Lacey brought all her bags to class, and started working on her camisole bras, using the sewing machine on her work table. Lacey kept glancing up at the person's work in front of her. It was really good. She couldn't tell if the person was a man or a woman. Doesn't matter, she didn't judge anyway. Maybe she'll introduce herself and find out. Lacey watched him sip his drink, looking around the room. Lacey waited until the person looked upon her and she waved, flashing a smile.

Before the person looked away, she blurted out, "Hey, I like what you're working on. I think it's really cute." Lacey clutched her elastic fabric, measuring it with her thumb. "I'm Lacey. What's your name?" She turned back to her sewing machine, finishing her first built-in bra. Lacey began measuring her denim fabric for her shorts. 3" inseam. Lacey loved her shorts super short. She hated long pants. The only time she wore long pants was in the winter. She waited for the person to introduce themselves while getting out her needle and thread.

notes: hey alex. sorry it took so long, I had written a whole reply in my first period, but my teacher took my phone :c

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Dorian looked up, suddenly aware there was someone else in the room. He blushed slightly, at his carelessness and smiled when she introduced herself. Dorian, he replied with a smile. Getting to his feet he put his coffee down and walked over to her table, looking over the fabric she had bought. It was nice, basic, but nice. He smiled and ran his fingers over it, testing the quality. He was surprised to find it so soft, maybe he'd have to get the name for it and buy some himself.

He looked over that the camisoles she had been working on and nodded slowly. She was good, very good. He smiled encouragingly and went to grab his coffee. Taking a couple of sips before looking at the denim shorts she was making. Have you started your project yet? he asked her, looking around at the stored dresses and skirts that had already been made expecting to find something with as much attention to detail as the shorts she was working on.

He went back to his own workstation and grabbed a pen and paper. Walking back tot he girl he pulled up a stool and sat opposite her, writing down a couple of notes about the fabric. you know when you've made your shorts, he began, waving at the ones she was making, do you have any idea how to get those bleach marks that look like rips? I swear I've tried like fifty times and they just end up looking like blobs... he said, clucking slightly as he finished the last of his coffee and threw the plastic cup in the bin. Like, I know how to do it if you rip the material a little and then bleach the edges, but not if you only bleach the edges...d'you get what I mean?

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[LACEY LOPEZ]

Lacey grinned at the person. She decided that she would refer to him as a man. He was very pretty man, she couldn't deny that. "It's nice to meet you, Dorian." She glanced back up at his piece, admiring it. How she wished she could have that kind of talent.. Lacey noticed Dorian feeling the fabrics. She pointed to the one he was feeling at the moment. "I got that one really cheap. I think it was on clearance. Anyway, it was a total steal." She giggled, flipping her hair back.

She laughed a little at his question. "No, I'm kind of a procrastinator. I'm actually using the school equipment for my own clothes, as you could probably tell." She bit her lip, pulling out a sketchbook and a pen out of her school bag. "Tell me what you think of this sketch though. It's been wandering around in my mind for a while." Lacey opened up to the next clean page, quickly sketching a women with a big bust and big hips. She free-handed a strapless fitted dress with a sweetheart neckline on the sketched woman that went down to the knees. "I want the color to be kind of like burgundy." She shaded in the dress lightly with her pen. "Maybe I could have like a white stripe across the top and bottom..I don't know.. It seems kind of tacky" She turned the sketchbook around so he could see it clearly. "Ugh, look at me, yacking about this.." Her cheeks colored a bit, but it was hardly noticeable.

Lacey smiled hugely as he pulled up a stool to her table. She had a feeling she and Dorian would be good friends."Uhm, I've actually never done that technique. You gotta teach me it. I've seen that in a couple of stores thinking that I could do that myself, but I never learned how to.." Lacey started fraying the bottom of her shorts, her tongue sticking out a little in concentration. "That would look really cute on these shorts though.." She actually really wanted to do that technique on the denim in her hands.

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No way? Clearance...lucky. It feels so soft! he commented, letting the material slip through his fingers before dropping it back on the table. He smiled and nodded as she admitted to procrastinating. I would be the same if I hadn't decided to make five-hundred lace snowflakes, he chuckled.

Leaning forward he watched her sketch slightly, the curvy dress, something he had always dreamed of making, but his slim stick frame would never take to it. He was envious of her figure, that was for sure. He bit his lip, taking out his own pencil, Do you mind? he asked, taking the sketch from her and adding a fifties style bow worked into the dress. If you bunch up the material around the top a little, he said, adding a few pleats towards the bottom. keep the middle tight, then add more material towards the bottom. He paused for a moment, If you had white it would look good around the bottom more than the top, but I don't think it needs it...depends what kind of occasion you'd wear it for.

Biting his lip he handed the drawing back with a smile, But that's just what I would do.

He nodded, a little disappointed that neither of them knew how to do it. Maybe we can both try, I have some shorts at home I can bring it. Look it up on youtube or something, he said with a smile, I have plenty of bleach we can share.

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[LACEY LOPEZ]

Lacey laughed once, nodding quickly. "Right?! That's mainly why I bought it. Feels like a blanket." She sighed dreamily, feeling the same fabric. "I think it's really cool that you started early. You can't have a good dress without hard work. I work better under pressure, though. Like, 'your main grade is due in less than 4 weeks' kind of pressure." She smiled.

Lacey was a bit taken back when Dorian grabbed her sketch book, adding a few of his own touches. She listened carefully to his advice, nodding once in a while. She wasn't about to turn down advice from someone who was clearly very talented. When he gave the sketchbook back, Lacey's eyes lit up at the sketch. "Wow. That's great! I love the bow." She pointed to it in the sketch. "Thanks!" Lacey beamed to Dorian. Lacey put a giant star on the corner of the sketch, writing the date and the words Christmas project. Dorian/ Lacey sketch. She closed the sketch book, putting it back into her bag.

When Dorian mentioned trying the technique together, she smiled again, nodding quickly. "Yeah, yeah. That sounds like loads of fun!" She finished fraying her shorts, and started adding small golden studs along one of the front pockets. "I'm really excited to try it." She looked up at Dorian again and couldn't help herself from grinning. She had just made a new friend. Hell yes.

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Dorian grinned when she commented on his addition to the sketch. It had already been a good drawing, but she had been right - it needed something a little extra. He bit his lip, running his tongue over the teeth marks as he crossed his legs at the knee.

He smiled as he watched her working on her shorts, adding studs had always been something he'd avoided, he always managed to catch the metal on his skin when taking them off quickly. But the, he supposed it was his own fault for being such a slut.

He paused for a moment, sighing slightly as he leant back in his chair. I should have brought some of my own material, I had this great idea for a strapless playsuit I wanted to try out. He smirked and shook his head, It sucks cause I don't have anything to hold it up, he said, pressing his hands to his chest, laughing lightly.

Pulling a stray hair from the hem of his outfit he looked up at her again, I wonder what the next project is gonna be? Not something to do with the Easter bunny I hope!

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[LACEY LOPEZ]

Lacey sat back, continuing the studs on her shorts. Laughing lightly at Dorian's comment about wanting to make a playsuit. "You could always stuff." She looked up to wink at him. "Oooor, you could get some strong elastic?" She pressed the last stud on her shorts. She put them down, rummaging into her bag for the button.

She snorted at Dorian's next comment. "Oh gawd. I hope it's not an Easter bunny theme." cracking up. "Although.." She wet a thread in her mouth, pushing it through the needle easily. "I could always make a sexy Easter bunny costume. I'm not sure it would give me a good grade, though." She looked up at Dorian quickly, smiling.

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Believe me, I went through all that in high school...I don't want to go back there, it was such a hassle! he said, laughing at the memories of him trying to slip into something sexy in the boy's changing rooms. No one was as accepting back then, even now he had trouble at the gym walking into the guys changing rooms. They all looked at him like he was a piece of meat and generally started as he stripped down. They all ended up disappointed, of course, but it still made Dorian very uncomfortable. That was why he tended to avoid situations like those.

Well I went to that animal party as a rabbit, so I'd be sorted for it! he explained, jumping up from the stool he had been sitting on and slipping a dollar into the coffee machine. Want anything? he asked her, pressing the button for 'Americano'. Looking back at her, he leant against the table as his coffee began to pour into the cardboard cup.

So, lets cut the boring chat, seen any guys you like? he asked with a grin, crossing his slim arms over his chest.

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[LACEY LOPEZ]

Lacey laughed at Dorian's comment out loud. She was having flashback of 7th grade when all the girls asked if she stuffed her bra and nobody believed her. Boys were all over Lacey in the 7th grade. All her classmates were jealous of her her breast size. Lacey never really liked how big they were when she was younger. She had gotten over that fact by now, obviously.

When Lacey finally shoved the button through the hole she had made, she sighed heavily. She jerked her head up when Dorian mentioned something about an animal party. How could she have missed that? She would have been so perfect. Whatevs. Halloween was around the corner, anyway. Lacey decided she would take a break as she threw her shorts down on the table lightly, standing up to stretch. Lacey turned down his offer for anything, having coffee this morning when she went shopping.

Lacey giggled a little at Dorian's question, feeling like she was in 7th grade again, talking about boys, boys, and nothing but boys. She started to miss her sister. Lacey had always talked to Rosaline about boys when she had no friends around. Lacey sat back down, crossing her legs. "Well, when I first got here, that Simon guy. He was pretty cute, but he seemed super gay, and I heard he has a boyfriend or something?" She furrowed her eyebrows, looking to Dorian curiously. She bit her lip a little, thinking. "Micah Rodriguez. Super sexy. Oh my GOD." She exasperated. She wasn't going to tell him that they hooked up. Not at all. "Joey's really hot too." She raised both her eyebrows at him, smirking. She grabbed a camisole, ripping the tag out, turning it inside out, prepping it for the built in bra.

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Dorian pulled himself up onto the table, swinging his legs back and forth as he waited for his coffee. When the machine finally clicked he took the hot cup and held it close to his chest, warming him up slightly. He smiled as he heard her laugh, glad he wasn't the only one to find the thought amusing.

Simon? Dorian snorted in his coffee, trying not to laugh too hard. Shame you didn't come to our high school...Simon's very...I dunno, I mean he's a nice guy and we sometimes get along. But he's got this 'thing' for a guy called Percy. I dunno, I hope it works out, but Percy and Simon are very similar...too proud to admit their feelings. Percy used to date Benji Flynn, I dunno if you've seen him around? Dorian smiled to himself as he remembered the relations he'd had with Benji. He's a very...sweet bad boy? if that makes sense? But they relationship went out of the window pretty fast cause neither of them were faithful.

Dorian slipped off the table and walked back over to Lacey, blowing lightly over his coffee. Micah? He's the guy Rufio has a crush on, isn't he? I'd be careful...he sounds like he gets around a bit. He had a crush on that young professor as well, Naomi? And went out with Anna as 'just friends' Dorian bit his lip and shrugged slightly almost choking on his coffee when Lacey mentioned Joseph.

Errr...yeah...I mean, he's alright... Dorian said, shrugging slightly, not really wanting to go into that. He and Joey had hooked up withing like, twenty minutes of meeting each other. He didn't want Lacey to think he was a slut...even though he was.

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[LACEY LOPEZ]

Lacey raised her eyebrows in surprise. "You and Simon went to high school together? Shut. Up." Lacey watched Dorian's face as he was describing Percy's ex, Benji. She smiled, loving the gossip talk between her and her new friend. She listened intently to what he had to say about Micah. She thought about this for a moment.

"It does sound like he gets around.." She chewed on her bottom lip. A professor? Well, damn. "Well, I mean, I get around too." Lacey rolled her eyes, sewing the elastic onto the bra. Lacey looked up at Dorian when he made a slight noise and said something about Joey. Her eyebrows furrowed together a little, frowning. "What's up? You don't like him?" She went back to her shirt. "I'm thinking about hooking up with him. He seems down for it. What do you think?" She glanced back up at him, hoping to get good advice.

notes: lol drama llama

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Dorian raised his eyebrows at the girl, surprised that Joey was her type. Of course he was, he was everyone's type. Dorian bit down on his lip and looked at the floor, shuffling uncomfortably. Oh he's nice, I mean...I haven't really met him much, just on the chat...I dunno, if you like him then why not, right? he mumbled, sipping his coffee to hide his growing blush.

Besides, I prefer my bad boys...he's too much of a goody two-shoes for me...and he has a sixteen year old after him - I didn't want to get involved, he said, laughing off the conversation like it was nothing.

So do you have any plans for this weekend? he asked the girl with a smile as he finished his drink and threw the cup into the bin. I just thought we could work on our projects together or something? and we can try the denim thing.

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[LACEY LOPEZ]

Lacey looked up at Dorian, confused. Whatevs. She thought to herself, shrugging. "Oh, yeah? That Mason chick...? I feel kinda bad for her." Lacey didn't want to spill her entire guts to Dorian this evening, but she really understood everything Mason would say on the Chat about her family life. Lacey had been through the same shit. She just never said anything about it to her.

"This weekend? I dunno..." She put her finger on her chin, pretending to think very hard about it. She eventually cracked, laughing. "Of course!" She beamed at him. "We can certainly do both of those. I'd love to. I wanna see your sewing room so badly!" She gushed. Okay, correction. I've just made new BEST friend.

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You feel bad for her? Dorian asked, both of his eyebrows raised slightly, his well manicured nails tapping his knee slightly. How come? he asked, looking up at her, a small frown on his face. He didn't really know Mason's story, but he knew she was a goodie two-shoes who's mom was a stripper for some sleazy nightclub. But then, Mason made it publicly known. Dorian was far more reserved, to most he was just the spoiled rich kid with more clothes than friends. That was fine for him. No one needed to know about his parents anyway. George was as good as anything, and he was only a butler.

People made a fuss out of nothing for 'poor little girls'.

Dorian grinned when she agreed to come over, clapping his hands together excitedly. We'll have to go shopping as well! he exclaimed, slipping off the stool and giving Lacey a big hug. He'd never had a friend like her before.

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