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»Alexandra Marisa Shock«

→but you can call me ; Alex, Alexis && Marisa
→i'm not a kid anymore ; eighteen years old
→buy me something nice on ; December Thirty-First

Nerdy ☆ Shy ☆ Loveable

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»Dimitri Colin Juansy«

→but you can call me ; Dimmy, but preferably Dimitri, thanks.
→i'm not a kid anymore ; Eighteen years young.
→buy me something nice on ; July fifteenth

Loud × Out-there × Athletic

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A boy covered by a single sheet rolled back and forth on his queen-sized bed, his skinny but tanned arms groping the air for more blankets and pillows. Dimitri Colin Juansy groaned loudly, his voice echoing off the walls of his room. "Dimmy, wake up! Mom said to come downstairs; breakfast's ready!" A girl's voice ran outside of the boy's bedroom door. "Okay, Alyssa." Dimitri called back, his voice surprisingly low for such a scrawny, skinny boy. Dimitri rolled over again, but instead of rolling onto more bed, the poor eighteen year old rolled off of his bed and onto his white fuzzy carpet. "Ah, s**t!" Dimitri said, his face hitting straight into the carpet. The boy stayed still for a moment, feeling some of the carpet going up his nose, making him feel like he had to sneeze. Dimmy sighed into the carpet, feeling his warm breath on the carpet. Dimitri closed him brown eyes and rolled onto his back, feeling his shoulder pop under the weight of his body. The curly-haired boy stared up at his ceiling, , and swallowed. He didn't like mornings very much; they never wentwell for him. As the boy stared up at his ceiiling, he heard small footsteps coming up the stairs, which were directly across from his room, and his sister pounding on his door. "Mom wants to know if you're okay, and if you want your syrup heated or not." Alyssa said carelessly, the family downstairs already realizing that their son fell. "I'm fine. And yeah, I want my syrup heated." Dimmy said, trying to find some sort of pattern on his ceiling. Once the boy realized he could find anything, he sat up, his sheets sliding off of his torso.

It was a sunny morning, the cool breeze blew quietly into Dimitri's open window, billowing the black curtains. Dimmy stood up completely, feeling the breeze on his bare chest and whistling through his large mass of curly hair which was often described as a "Jew-fro". Instinctively, Dimitri wrapped his scrawny arms around himself, attempting to make the cold go away, but failing miserably. The boy walked over to his small, barely walk-in closet and looked around for a moment, trying to decide if he should get dressed completely, or just put on some sweatpants and a shirt. After a moment of deliberating, the boy made his choice and grabbed his grey sweatpants and white Hurley t-shirt. Dimitri rubbed at his face, trying to wipe away any traces of sleep still in his eyes. The curly-haired boy slouched out of his room at a sluggish pace, nearly tripping down the stairs that led to the kitchen and living room. Dimitri walked down the stairs, slipping on the very last one and almost falling onto the family dog, Leaf, a three year old Golden Retriever. "Sorry, Leaf." Dimmy muttered quietly to the dog who stood and followed the boy into the kitchen. The kitchen smelled immensely like pancakes, sausage, bacon, syrup, and fruit, which was exactly what the Juansy family was having for breakfast. "G'morning, hun." Mrs. Juansy said to her curly-haired son, who stood blankly in the kitchen, trying to keep his arms from stretching as he yawned absently. "Hi, mom." Dimitri said, wiping at his watering eyes. The boy walked over to the dining room table, which was piled high with all sorts of breakfast items. Dimitri smiled slightly, grabbing a plate and loading it with pancakes, bacon, sausage, some fruit, hash-browns, eggs, and toast. "How can you eat so much, but still manage to be so skinny?" Alyssa asked her brother with a very curious and disgusted face as Dimitri forked at his syruped pancakes and eggs, then spooning them onto his fork and stuffing the bite into his mouth. "I donno," Dimmy said, shrugging, with his mouth full. "Its 'cause I can dance. And you can't." Dimmy said with a small smile as Alyssa glared at him. "I can too dance, Dimmy! I've been going to dance lessons since I was five!" Alyssa said, putting a hand up with her fingers sprawled out to count the number five. The boy smiled at his fourteen year old sister and glared back. "Me too. But, I'm four years older, so that means that I've had four more years of experience. I win." Dimmy said, smirking as Alyssa's face dropped, and she began eating her pancakes quietly. The boy smiled to himself as his father walked in, glasses on and paper tucked under his arm, carrying two plates of food. Dimitri's father put the other plate next to Alyssa, then walked to his place at the head of the table, sat down, cleared his throat, and began to read the paper.

Once Dimitri finished his food, said thank you to his mother and kissed her on the cheek, he jogged back upstairs to his BlackBerry (or as he called it, his CrackBerry) to see if his best friend, Alex, texted him. The boy walked into his room, with the door already open from his dog, Orchid, a giant Malamute Husky. Orchid has reddish and white fur, one eye is blue, the other the colour of her fur. "Hey, Orchy." Dimitri siad, smiling and clapping his hands making the Malamute get up and run to her owner. Dimitri could remember countless times where the Malamute had knocked Alex over because Orchid was so excited to see Alex. Orchid wagged her two year old tail viciously, her red nose poking at Dimmy's thigh. The large Husky suddenly jumped onto Dimitri; the dog was as tall as Dimmy, and he was six foot one, on her hind legs. The boy struggled to stay upright while his dog licked at his face. Dimitri pushed Orchid down, and the dog immediately rolled over onto her back, wanting her furry belly rubbed. The curly-haired boy smiled at his dog, got down onto his knees, and rubbed the dog's belly until Orchid's eyes closed. Dimitri stood up again and walked decidedly over to his closet, once again, grabbing a fresh pair of boxers, then striding into his smallish bathroom.

The bathroom had the sink and toilet next to each other, while the shower/bathtub was on the opposite wall, with the black, white, and red shower curtain pulled lazily half shut. Dimitri's mother wanted to make all of the four bathrooms of their house themed, but each bathroom was allowed to be themed by the person who owned it, and Dimmy chose the colour scheme of black, white, and red. The walls were all a blood red, counter top black, toilet black with red covers and a red carpet, white tiles, and white cabinets. The towels in the bathroom where all black, white and red, but Dimitri usually just grabbed the first two he could reach, and didn't bother matching. The boy smiled as he remembered walking out of the bathroom, white bathrobe on, and a white towel twisted on the top of his head so he looked like a girl to show Alex that his hair was long enough to do that. The two best friends had taken a few pictures of the memory, and posted them on MySpace, against Dimitri's will, but Alex was very persuasive, especially since he had been in love with her ever since they met. Alex had had quite a few boyfriends on her part, while Dimmy only had a few girlfriends, two of which were more serious than just a fling, but Dimmy ended up broken-hearted in the end anyway. The boy sighed, trying to push the thought of his love towards Alex out of his mind as he turned the hot water on. Dimitri stripped off his clothes and stepped into the shower, feeling the hot water pelt on his chest and face. The steam felt good as the boy washed his curly hair and his body, feeling the suds drip down onto his face. Dimitri rinsed off, grabbed a white towel and tied it securely around his bony hips, and walked back into his room where Orchid lay sprawled out on Dimitri's bed. The boy turned, and headed for his closet where all of his clothes hung up, and also thrown on the floor.

Dimitri examined the clothes that lie before him, and began chosing. He grabbed a pair of normal coloured skinny jeans, his favourite pair, a white v-neck shirt (but the v-neck did not make him look gay), and a grey hoodie. The boy looked in the six foot mirror next to his closet, stepped back about five feet, and checked over his outfit. It looked good, and his curls were cooperating nicely. The boy smiled, then realized he was missing shoes. Dimmy's brows furrowed as he dropped to the ground, and crawled around in his closet trying to find a good pair of shoes. He ended up picking a newer pair of Vans, which were blood red with white laces. Dimitri put on a pair of mismatched Champion socks, then slipped on his Vans realizing that he looked like a total skater. Dimitri decided that he would ride his longboard around that day instead of driving his car even though he didn't drive it around that much unless he was driving to and from school. Dimmy walked to the corner of his room, by his door, where his skateboard and longboard stood against the wall. Leaf pranced into the room, sniffing at Orchid, as Dimmy grabbed the longboard, then his iPhone and walking out of his room.

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