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Sweet Sounding Silence
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James Nikkolas Harrison ••• Mr Gay
I Go By ••• Jamie
My Mood Is ••• Tired and Annoyed
I Go By ••• Jamie
My Mood Is ••• Tired and Annoyed
Absolute silence. Nothing made a sound as the sun rose gracefully. No birds sung to one another, no dogs bark in the distance. No babies cried out for their mother's milk in the early morning light, even the trees seemed hushed as the wind wound through their branches. A small pale green house stood on the silent street, casting a shadow onto the barely light road. Inside the house, down the hall, and in the first door on the left laid a small male. He laid out awkwardly on the bed, eye closed, and mouth slightly open. Messy brown hair hid parts of his face, but the slightly feminine male could still be made out. The man was awake yes, but barely. He had been drifting in and out of his dreamland for a while now. Too comfortable to move, that would have been his excuse if you would have asked. The clock on his nightstand showed the numbers 8:30 in an eerie green color. Truth be told the thin male should have been up thirty minutes ago, but he was too tired. The male was about to go back to sleep until a tall, tan, slightly plump lady walked in. The male opened on eye groggily, but closed it again. It was just his mother coming to wake him up.
Jamie was almost the complete opposite of his mother, Carry. He was small, and thin, with almost light skin. Carry was sure he got his looks from her side of the family, but his father begged to differ. She guessed it really didn't matter as she looked down at her sleeping son. A small smile crept onto her small lips, and she reached out a hand. She pushed her son's hair out of his face, frowning when she noticed he went to bed with mascara on. She was glad that, and eyeliner, were the only make-up her flamboyant son wore. She glanced around his room, looking at the things he had. There were pink fluffy pillows in one corner and a bunch of heels in another. Pictures of males hung all over the light purple walls, and as the woman looked at them she frowned. If she didn't know any better she would swear that Jamie was a daughter. The frown that had graced her lips faded away as she heard her son sigh softly and turn in his sleep. She hated to wake him from his peaceful slumber, especially since he was probably going to have a slightly stressful day. She had been informed her son's boyfriend was going on a date with a girl, and she knew how easily her son got freaked out.
"Jamie, sweetie it's time to get up." Carry's soft voice cooed as she shook her son's shoulder. James let out a soft groan and opened his eyes. His mother smiled at him and kissed his forehead before leaving the room. Jamie forced himself to sit up, the blankets that had covered him slipped down his bare chest. With a sigh Jamie kicked his bare legs over the side of his bed. He stood up and stumbled out of his room. He went down that hall into the small bathroom. He pushed back the green and orange shower curtains, smiling a little when he looked at them. They were bright green with orange baby dinosaur on them. His mother had thought it was adorable and it was great to brighten up the room. Jamie loved them too, thinking they were too cute. He stopped looking at the curtains and turned on the water. As he waited for the water to warm up he went over to the sink and brushed his teeth. He flashed himself a smile before walking over to the tub. He checked the water and stripped of the only article of clothing he had been wearing. He pulled the little tab thing on top of the facet so the bath would turn into a shower. He got into the tub and closed the curtains, getting the shampoo to wash his hair.
Jamie went back into his room when his shower was done and went over to his dresser. The male pulled on a pair of boxer, probably the manliest thing he wore, then went over to his closet. He scanned the articles, and wondered what his color thing was going to be. He pulled out a pair of jeans and smiled. It didn't take him long to put his outfit together. Jamie went down stairs and sat in the kitchen with an uneaten bowl of cereal in front of him. He moved the cereal around slowly before taking his first bite. He hated Frosted Flakes; his mother should have known that by now. Well, no one's perfect so he ate the cereal without a word. His mother had scurried off a few minutes earlier, leaving him in the small house by himself. James' brothers were out with their girlfriends today, which annoyed him. He wanted to be with his boyfriend! Jamie finished the breakfast and rinsed off his bowl, leaving it in the sink. His mother hated it when he did that, but it was too early for him to remember that. He went into the living room and flopped down on the couch, grabbing his cell phone off the small table next to the couch. He flipped it open and turned it on before clicking on the 'send new text' button. 'Hey babe.... Have fun today.' He sent it to his boyfriend before lying on his back and closing his eyes. He was going to leave to the carnival soon. Yeah, he was going to make sure his man doesn't do anything.
Jamie was almost the complete opposite of his mother, Carry. He was small, and thin, with almost light skin. Carry was sure he got his looks from her side of the family, but his father begged to differ. She guessed it really didn't matter as she looked down at her sleeping son. A small smile crept onto her small lips, and she reached out a hand. She pushed her son's hair out of his face, frowning when she noticed he went to bed with mascara on. She was glad that, and eyeliner, were the only make-up her flamboyant son wore. She glanced around his room, looking at the things he had. There were pink fluffy pillows in one corner and a bunch of heels in another. Pictures of males hung all over the light purple walls, and as the woman looked at them she frowned. If she didn't know any better she would swear that Jamie was a daughter. The frown that had graced her lips faded away as she heard her son sigh softly and turn in his sleep. She hated to wake him from his peaceful slumber, especially since he was probably going to have a slightly stressful day. She had been informed her son's boyfriend was going on a date with a girl, and she knew how easily her son got freaked out.
"Jamie, sweetie it's time to get up." Carry's soft voice cooed as she shook her son's shoulder. James let out a soft groan and opened his eyes. His mother smiled at him and kissed his forehead before leaving the room. Jamie forced himself to sit up, the blankets that had covered him slipped down his bare chest. With a sigh Jamie kicked his bare legs over the side of his bed. He stood up and stumbled out of his room. He went down that hall into the small bathroom. He pushed back the green and orange shower curtains, smiling a little when he looked at them. They were bright green with orange baby dinosaur on them. His mother had thought it was adorable and it was great to brighten up the room. Jamie loved them too, thinking they were too cute. He stopped looking at the curtains and turned on the water. As he waited for the water to warm up he went over to the sink and brushed his teeth. He flashed himself a smile before walking over to the tub. He checked the water and stripped of the only article of clothing he had been wearing. He pulled the little tab thing on top of the facet so the bath would turn into a shower. He got into the tub and closed the curtains, getting the shampoo to wash his hair.
Jamie went back into his room when his shower was done and went over to his dresser. The male pulled on a pair of boxer, probably the manliest thing he wore, then went over to his closet. He scanned the articles, and wondered what his color thing was going to be. He pulled out a pair of jeans and smiled. It didn't take him long to put his outfit together. Jamie went down stairs and sat in the kitchen with an uneaten bowl of cereal in front of him. He moved the cereal around slowly before taking his first bite. He hated Frosted Flakes; his mother should have known that by now. Well, no one's perfect so he ate the cereal without a word. His mother had scurried off a few minutes earlier, leaving him in the small house by himself. James' brothers were out with their girlfriends today, which annoyed him. He wanted to be with his boyfriend! Jamie finished the breakfast and rinsed off his bowl, leaving it in the sink. His mother hated it when he did that, but it was too early for him to remember that. He went into the living room and flopped down on the couch, grabbing his cell phone off the small table next to the couch. He flipped it open and turned it on before clicking on the 'send new text' button. 'Hey babe.... Have fun today.' He sent it to his boyfriend before lying on his back and closing his eyes. He was going to leave to the carnival soon. Yeah, he was going to make sure his man doesn't do anything.
((Click the word 'outfit' to see what Jamie's wearing! The link works now! Lol.))
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James Nikkolas Harrison ••• Mr Gay
I Go By ••• Jamie
My Mood Is ••• Happy
I Go By ••• Jamie
My Mood Is ••• Happy
Jamie continued to lay on the couch, very entertained by a game. He bit his lip as he tried to get his character to jump over a ledge, sighing when he didn't make it. He shut the phone, and then opened it up hitting the 'send new text' once again. 'Hey Danny! If you aren't doing anything will you take meh to the carnival? Pleeeease?' Jamie read it over and smiled, nodding his head. Jamie needed a ride, the family only had three cars and his parents already left for work. His brothers had gone to a football game, they had offered to take Jamie but he told them he had plans. So all three cars were gone and Jamie didn't feel like walking or taking the nasty bus. The small male stood up and walked into the kitchen, deciding he was going to put his bowl away. He went over to the sink, rinsed out his bowl and set in the dishwasher. Ha, dishes were done! Now what until Daniel answered? Well, Jamie needed to get his shoes and he had the perfect ones to go with his outfit! The male skipped up stares and went back to his closet, pulling on his shoes. He was about the walk out of the room but his reflection distracted him. He turned to the side then to his other side, looking at himself. Hmmm, maybe he should ditch the heels? He should ask Daniel! He would have normally asked his boyfriend but he didn't want to interrupt his date.
Jamie had ran down stairs and got his phone, then ran back up. He clicked the picture option and posed in front of the mirror. He was about to take the picture but stopped, going over to his closet and grabbing the sunglasses he had laid out. He put them on and skipped over to his mirror, posing once again. He did that pose a lot of girls do, which is this except he had one hand on his knee and the other holding his pink cell phone. He took several photos, until he was pleased, and then sent it to Daniel. The caption was 'Aren't I pretty? Like mah heels?’ He giggled at his message and headed back down the stairs. He once again sat on his sofa for a while. After running a hand through his hands a few times he decided he needed to fix it. For the umpteenth time he got back up, this time heading into the bathroom. He ran the brush through his hair, frowning at his boyish face. In drag you would have never guessed he was a boy, but in his regular clothes his short hair, his father wouldn't let him grow it out, and boyish face gave it away. He had been working on his figure though, trying to tin himself out. His mother frowned upon that, she already didn't like the fact that he was a vegetarian.
When his hair was good and fixed Jamie skipped into the living room, looked at the couch, and headed outside. He sat down on the porch swing, seeing a neighborhood playing in the street. "Hey Jamie! Uh, why are you wearing heels?" The young girl asked, heading over to the older male's porch. "I'm going out today and I wanted to look pretty." He said with a smile. The girl shrugged and sat down on the step. She knew Jamie liked guys, she had seen him holding hands with one, and it didn't bother her. She didn't really understand why he dressed like a girl though. "Well, you do look pretty." She said, giving a smile. Jamie giggled and thanked her. He looked at the basketball in the girls hand and smiled. "Want to play until my friend answers?" The male asked standing up. The girl, Abigail, jumped up happily. She waited until Jamie took off his heels before running down the steps. She stood in the middle of the street, watching Jamie hop down the steps. No cars passed through this area often, one reason his mother chose here, so it was pretty safe to play in the street. Jamie and Abba played a few games before Jamie decided he didn't want to get all sweaty. The two went back to the porch where Jamie put his shoes back on. The male cheeked his phone to see if he had any messages from either his boyfriend or Daniel.
Jamie had ran down stairs and got his phone, then ran back up. He clicked the picture option and posed in front of the mirror. He was about to take the picture but stopped, going over to his closet and grabbing the sunglasses he had laid out. He put them on and skipped over to his mirror, posing once again. He did that pose a lot of girls do, which is this except he had one hand on his knee and the other holding his pink cell phone. He took several photos, until he was pleased, and then sent it to Daniel. The caption was 'Aren't I pretty? Like mah heels?’ He giggled at his message and headed back down the stairs. He once again sat on his sofa for a while. After running a hand through his hands a few times he decided he needed to fix it. For the umpteenth time he got back up, this time heading into the bathroom. He ran the brush through his hair, frowning at his boyish face. In drag you would have never guessed he was a boy, but in his regular clothes his short hair, his father wouldn't let him grow it out, and boyish face gave it away. He had been working on his figure though, trying to tin himself out. His mother frowned upon that, she already didn't like the fact that he was a vegetarian.
When his hair was good and fixed Jamie skipped into the living room, looked at the couch, and headed outside. He sat down on the porch swing, seeing a neighborhood playing in the street. "Hey Jamie! Uh, why are you wearing heels?" The young girl asked, heading over to the older male's porch. "I'm going out today and I wanted to look pretty." He said with a smile. The girl shrugged and sat down on the step. She knew Jamie liked guys, she had seen him holding hands with one, and it didn't bother her. She didn't really understand why he dressed like a girl though. "Well, you do look pretty." She said, giving a smile. Jamie giggled and thanked her. He looked at the basketball in the girls hand and smiled. "Want to play until my friend answers?" The male asked standing up. The girl, Abigail, jumped up happily. She waited until Jamie took off his heels before running down the steps. She stood in the middle of the street, watching Jamie hop down the steps. No cars passed through this area often, one reason his mother chose here, so it was pretty safe to play in the street. Jamie and Abba played a few games before Jamie decided he didn't want to get all sweaty. The two went back to the porch where Jamie put his shoes back on. The male cheeked his phone to see if he had any messages from either his boyfriend or Daniel.
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James Nikkolas Harrison ••• Mr Gay
I Go By ••• Jamie
I Feel ••• Worried but Happy.
I Go By ••• Jamie
I Feel ••• Worried but Happy.
Jamie was reading his messages form Daniel when the male pulled up. Jamie giggled and put his phone away, looking at Abba. "Bye! Stay out of trouble!" He told the young girl. Abigail smiled and rolled her eyes. "Same goes to you! Have fun with your boyfriend." She said, watching as Jamie climbed into the car. "Daniel isn't my boyfriend." Jamie replied, shutting the door. He looked away from the girl to the male in the driver's seat. "Sorry about Abba." He said, referring to the girl calling Daniel Jamie's boyfriend. He smiled and sat back in the seat, looking out the window. He was having second thoughts about the carnival as he sat there. What if he was spotted spying? What if his boyfriend got mad at him? Oh no! What if they broke up!? Jamie would not be happy if he was dumped, especially for a girl! Just the thought of it pissed him off. To take his mind off of it Jamie glanced at Daniel and smiled. "You look cute today." He said happily. He tried to stay bubbly even though he was afraid he was going to get dumped. Whatever happens, happens and he can't change it.
"How are you and Kenzie doing?" Jamie asked, wanting to start a conversation. He had been talking more and more to Daniel and he knew about the other male's relationship. Kenzie was also on a date, and with Mr. Flirt himself Kurstobel. He wondered how Daniel felt about that. Probably as bad as he did. Good, Jamie was angry again. He was about to start a little rant when his cell phone buzzed. He fished it out of his pocket and checked the message, a little sad when it was just his brother Blakely. Jamie had two brothers, Blakely and Alexander. Both of them were straighter than rulers, but they accepted their brother. They hoped one of these days they could make his brother 'normal' but for now they just had to deal. 'Hey Jamesy! Me and Alex are gonna go celebrate! Our team won! See ya in a few hours!' Jamie didn't bother to reply. He slipped his phone away again and looked at Daniel. He started bouncing in his seat, something he did when he was bored. He stopped and reached down, taking off his heels not wanting his feet to hurt before he even got to the carnival. "So where were you headed?" The small male asked.
As he waited for an answer Jamie pulled the visor thing down to look in the mirror. He fixed his hair, taking off his sunglasses for a moment. When his hair was fixing he slid his sunglasses on his face. He slipped out his phone and took a picture, sending it to his boyfriend. Jamie put the visor back up and took his glasses off, putting them on the top of his head. He bent down and slipped his shoes back on, sitting up and putting his phone away when he was done. He hummed to himself as he waited for Dani to speak, picking at his nails. He had only painted his nails a color a few times, but he painted them clear often. He picked the paint off absentmindedly, still humming. Jamie didn't have the best singing voice ever, but it was tolerable. Jamie loved music and was often humming to himself. Maybe that was another reason he wanted to get close to Daniel. At first he was just trying to make his current boyfriend jealous, but now he found himself liking Daniel a lot more than he had first thought he would.
"How are you and Kenzie doing?" Jamie asked, wanting to start a conversation. He had been talking more and more to Daniel and he knew about the other male's relationship. Kenzie was also on a date, and with Mr. Flirt himself Kurstobel. He wondered how Daniel felt about that. Probably as bad as he did. Good, Jamie was angry again. He was about to start a little rant when his cell phone buzzed. He fished it out of his pocket and checked the message, a little sad when it was just his brother Blakely. Jamie had two brothers, Blakely and Alexander. Both of them were straighter than rulers, but they accepted their brother. They hoped one of these days they could make his brother 'normal' but for now they just had to deal. 'Hey Jamesy! Me and Alex are gonna go celebrate! Our team won! See ya in a few hours!' Jamie didn't bother to reply. He slipped his phone away again and looked at Daniel. He started bouncing in his seat, something he did when he was bored. He stopped and reached down, taking off his heels not wanting his feet to hurt before he even got to the carnival. "So where were you headed?" The small male asked.
As he waited for an answer Jamie pulled the visor thing down to look in the mirror. He fixed his hair, taking off his sunglasses for a moment. When his hair was fixing he slid his sunglasses on his face. He slipped out his phone and took a picture, sending it to his boyfriend. Jamie put the visor back up and took his glasses off, putting them on the top of his head. He bent down and slipped his shoes back on, sitting up and putting his phone away when he was done. He hummed to himself as he waited for Dani to speak, picking at his nails. He had only painted his nails a color a few times, but he painted them clear often. He picked the paint off absentmindedly, still humming. Jamie didn't have the best singing voice ever, but it was tolerable. Jamie loved music and was often humming to himself. Maybe that was another reason he wanted to get close to Daniel. At first he was just trying to make his current boyfriend jealous, but now he found himself liking Daniel a lot more than he had first thought he would.
((Not a very good post! Yikes sorry!))
Sweet Sounding Silence
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"Hi I'm James. How may I he-- Oh my gosh a butterfly!"
Rexford James Sinclaire
James was sleeping peacefully, sprawled on his bed when he heard an all too familiar voice calling to him. "Rexford time to get up!" It was his father. Oh how much James hated the name Rexford. He had told his parents time and time again not to call him that, but no. They never listened to him. Well, at least they didn't when it came to his name. They thought it sounded more sophisticated then James. With a sigh James forced himself out of bed. He stumbled into the bathroom and brushed his teeth and his longish brown hair. He went back into his room and looked around. It wasn't small, but it wasn't huge. Good enough for the easily distracted male. It was pretty early, but he had to wake up early. He usually took a long time to get ready because he usually ended up distracting himself somehow. James got dressed, putting on a baggy white shirt, his white jacket, baggy blue jeans, his white tennis shoes, and a studded belt. Before he left the room he grabbed his hat, putting it on then putting his hood over it. He left his room and headed to the kitchen where his mother should have been, making breakfast.
When James got down stairs he noticed it was his father and older brother cooking, not his mother. That couldn't be good. "Uh dad. Those are vegetarian eggs right?" James asked, walking over to them. He heard his father sigh and look over at him. Yeah, James was a vegetarian, he had been since he was in fourth grade. His friends had told him he'd never be able to do it so he took it as a dare. Six years later he was still doing it and his friends ended up paying forty bucks. "I'm sorry Rexford, I forgot. You can make your own eggs right?" His father said apologetically. "Well, I could try if you don't like the house standing too much." James said playfully, opening the fridge. "Just go take you medication." Was his father's reply. James went over to the medicine cabinet and grabbed his ADHD pills. He took one and put them back, sitting at the table. "Seth will you make your brother his eggs?" Ben asked his oldest son, still working on the eggs he had in the pan. James had an amused look as he watched his father, wondering if it was actually as hard as he made it seem. Somehow that thought led him to skiing and he was soon daydreaming.
James sat staring into space for a minute before looking back at Seth and his father. "Naw Seth, I'll just eat an orange." He said, standing up. He went into the fridge and grabbed himself the fruit. He sat back down and peeled the orange, tearing it in half before eating the slices. He wondered where everyone else was. By everyone else he meant his other six siblings were. He chewed on his orange, bouncing his leg quickly. He could never sit still for too long, he got nervous if he did. "So where's mom?" James asked suddenly, not noticing if his father and brother had been talking. He interrupted conversations a lot, another thing caused by his ADHD. "She isn't feeling well." Ben said, saying the same thing to James as he had Seth. "Oh." Was James' reply. He didn't seem all too interested in that fact. It's not he didn't care, he was just staring at a small bug on the wall. His pills would kick in soon though and he would calm down. For now though he sat, eating his orange and getting distracted by random things. James waited for Eva to get up. Out of all the kids he got along with her the most. But that wasn't really saying much seeing that they still argued all the time. He just found her the most tolerable.
When James got down stairs he noticed it was his father and older brother cooking, not his mother. That couldn't be good. "Uh dad. Those are vegetarian eggs right?" James asked, walking over to them. He heard his father sigh and look over at him. Yeah, James was a vegetarian, he had been since he was in fourth grade. His friends had told him he'd never be able to do it so he took it as a dare. Six years later he was still doing it and his friends ended up paying forty bucks. "I'm sorry Rexford, I forgot. You can make your own eggs right?" His father said apologetically. "Well, I could try if you don't like the house standing too much." James said playfully, opening the fridge. "Just go take you medication." Was his father's reply. James went over to the medicine cabinet and grabbed his ADHD pills. He took one and put them back, sitting at the table. "Seth will you make your brother his eggs?" Ben asked his oldest son, still working on the eggs he had in the pan. James had an amused look as he watched his father, wondering if it was actually as hard as he made it seem. Somehow that thought led him to skiing and he was soon daydreaming.
James sat staring into space for a minute before looking back at Seth and his father. "Naw Seth, I'll just eat an orange." He said, standing up. He went into the fridge and grabbed himself the fruit. He sat back down and peeled the orange, tearing it in half before eating the slices. He wondered where everyone else was. By everyone else he meant his other six siblings were. He chewed on his orange, bouncing his leg quickly. He could never sit still for too long, he got nervous if he did. "So where's mom?" James asked suddenly, not noticing if his father and brother had been talking. He interrupted conversations a lot, another thing caused by his ADHD. "She isn't feeling well." Ben said, saying the same thing to James as he had Seth. "Oh." Was James' reply. He didn't seem all too interested in that fact. It's not he didn't care, he was just staring at a small bug on the wall. His pills would kick in soon though and he would calm down. For now though he sat, eating his orange and getting distracted by random things. James waited for Eva to get up. Out of all the kids he got along with her the most. But that wasn't really saying much seeing that they still argued all the time. He just found her the most tolerable.
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"Hi I'm James. How may I he-- Oh my gosh a butterfly!"
Rexford James Sinclaire
James was half way through his orange when his sister, Evan, came down stairs. He got a hug before he continued eating his orange. He looked over at Evan when she asked him if he needed a ride. He had a day dreamy look in his eyes, and it took him a while to answer. "Oh! Yeah." He said when he realized whet his sister asked him. He finished his orange and jumped up, hurrying over to the trash to throw away the peels. He ran up the stairs to get his backpack before running back down. Before he got into the kitchen he was, not surprisingly, distracted. Well, it wasn't his fault he could see a hot chick laying on a hammock. After a minute he got bored and went back into the kitchen. "I'm going to go outside!" James announced loudly. He walked out of the kitchen again, hearing his father sigh. Ben turned to his daughter with a slightly tired look. "Will you make sure he doesn't get distracted as he's crossing the street again?" He asked. Now ADHD wasn't the only thing James had. Well it was the only diagnosed thing, but that's not the point. He would be easily distracted even if he didn't have ADHD, which added to how... Well, distracted he got. Jen and Ben had to keep a constant eye on their son, making sure he finished his homework without skipping to something else or making sure he didn't get distracted by a bug in the road.
James was out the door and looking around in no time. The hot next door neighbor, James believed her name was Shelby, was coming over. James looked into the yard, laughing when he saw Seth. No you have to remember hardly any of the sibling got along, that's why they moved, so that sight was the most hilarious thing of the day to James. Before he could get yelled at he headed off down the road. He was going to just stroll to the end of the street and back. Of course he was if he didn't see anyone. James was very outgoing, he loved making new friends. Not exactly safe asking almost everyone he saw to be his friend, but that was just the way he was. That was probably why he was so popular in his old school. James noticed he was at the end of the street, so he turned around and walked back. He was bored and wanted to something, thinking that maybe Evan would play with him. No! He had a better idea! He wanted to go get coffee! He wondered if there was a coffee shop close, like at their old house.
When James got back he noticed Seth and the girl were gone. Since he forgot what he was going to ask Evan, the small male laid down in the yard, staring at the sky. He wondered what his first day of school was going to be like, if he was going to meet anyone that he could be best friends with. What if they didn't like him at this school? Of course they will, what was he thinking? Everyone always liked James. Well, not everyone but you get what I'm saying. Besides being annoying he wasn't that bad of a kid. James looked over to his side and saw a butterfly. He stared at it for a moment before he began daydreaming, still laying in the yard. It was kind of cloudy out and a little chilly but that didn't bother the boy in the least. He had a jacket on anyway. The butterfly fluttered away and James broke from his daydream. He yawned and shut his eyes, ready to take a nap. It didn't matter to him that he just woke up. He was still sleepy and decided a nap would be fine.
James was out the door and looking around in no time. The hot next door neighbor, James believed her name was Shelby, was coming over. James looked into the yard, laughing when he saw Seth. No you have to remember hardly any of the sibling got along, that's why they moved, so that sight was the most hilarious thing of the day to James. Before he could get yelled at he headed off down the road. He was going to just stroll to the end of the street and back. Of course he was if he didn't see anyone. James was very outgoing, he loved making new friends. Not exactly safe asking almost everyone he saw to be his friend, but that was just the way he was. That was probably why he was so popular in his old school. James noticed he was at the end of the street, so he turned around and walked back. He was bored and wanted to something, thinking that maybe Evan would play with him. No! He had a better idea! He wanted to go get coffee! He wondered if there was a coffee shop close, like at their old house.
When James got back he noticed Seth and the girl were gone. Since he forgot what he was going to ask Evan, the small male laid down in the yard, staring at the sky. He wondered what his first day of school was going to be like, if he was going to meet anyone that he could be best friends with. What if they didn't like him at this school? Of course they will, what was he thinking? Everyone always liked James. Well, not everyone but you get what I'm saying. Besides being annoying he wasn't that bad of a kid. James looked over to his side and saw a butterfly. He stared at it for a moment before he began daydreaming, still laying in the yard. It was kind of cloudy out and a little chilly but that didn't bother the boy in the least. He had a jacket on anyway. The butterfly fluttered away and James broke from his daydream. He yawned and shut his eyes, ready to take a nap. It didn't matter to him that he just woke up. He was still sleepy and decided a nap would be fine.
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Nikolas xx Dummer
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Mindless wonder
"Hey, save a drum..."
Absolute silence. Nothing made a sound as the sun rose gracefully. No birds sung to one another, no dogs bark in the distance. No babies cried out for their mother's milk, even the trees seemed hushed as the wind wound through their branches. A small pale green house stood on the silent street, casting a shadow onto the barely light road. Inside the house, down the hall, and in the first door on the left laid a small male. He laid out awkardly on the bed, eye closed, mouth slightly open. Messy black hair hid parts of his face, but the shimmer of two lip peircings could have been seen. The man was awake yes, but barely. He had been drifting in and out of his dreamland for a while now. Too comfortable to move. That would have been his excuse if you would have asked. The clock on his nightstand showed the numbers 6:30 in an eery green color. Truth be told the thin male should have been up thirty minutes ago, but he was too tired to get up that early. The male was about to go back to sleep until a tall, tan, slightly plump lady walked in. The male opened on eye grogily, but closed it again. It was just his mother coming to wake him up.
Nikolas was the complete opposite of his mother, Carry. He was small, and thin, with almost unaturally pale skin. Carry was sure he got his looks from her side of the family, but his father begged to differ. She guessed it really didn't matter as she looked down at her sleeping son. A small smile crept onto her small lips, and she reached out a hand. She pushed her son's hair out of his face, frowning when she say the peircngs. She had disapproved of them from the start, but his father took him to get them done anyway. And that tattoo that rested on Nik's shoulder! Ugh, she thought it was an ugly thing, but he loved it. He had explained to her that it made him unique. Pfft, unique? Whatever, she felt it just made him look more like a juvinial delinquent. The frown that had graced her lips faded away as she heard her son sigh softly and turn in his sleep. She hated to wake him from his peaceful slumber, especially since he was probably going to have a slightly stressful day. He had to go to a new school since his old one had brunt to the ground. If Carry had known the reason it had burned, she probably wouldn't have made him go to his new school. Nikolas had only infromed his father about the little fued that had been taking place for a while.
"Nikolas. Sweety it's time to get up." Carry's soft voice cooed as she shook her son's shoulder. Nikolas let out a soft groan and opened his eyes. His mother smiled at him and kissed his forhead before leaving the room. Nik forced himself to sit up, the blankets that had covered him slipped down his bare chest. With a sigh Nikolas kicked his bare legs over the side of his bed. He stood up and stumbled out of his room. He went down that hall into the small bathroom. Nik pushed back the green and orange shower curtains, rolling his eyes when he looked at them. They were bright green with ornage dinisaur plushies on them. His mother had thought it was adorable and it was great to brighten up the room. Nik had asked why she just didn't paint the room, getting a sigh as a reply. He ignored the the curtains and started the water, letting it get hot. As he waited for the water to warm up he went over to the sink and brushed his teeth. He flashed himself a smile before walking over to the tub. He checked the water and stripped of the only articule of clothing he had been wairing. He pulled the little tab thing ontop of the foset so the bath would turn into a shower. He got into the tub and closed the cutains, getting the shampoo to wash his hair.
Dressed in a bright green shirt, skinny jeans, black sneakers and still half asleep, Nikolas sat in the kitchen with an uneaten bowl of cearal in front of him. He moved the cearal around slowly before taking his first bite. He hated Frosted Flakes, his mother should have known that by now. Well, no one's perfect so he ate the cearal with out a word. His mother had scurried off a few minutes earlier, leaving him in the small house by himself. Nik finished the breakfast and rinsed off his bowl, leaving it in the sink. His mother hated it when he did that, but it was too early for him to remember that. School started soon and he had a long walk. The male went into the living room, grabbing a plain black jacket and his backpack. He slipped both on and walked out of the house. He locked the door behind him, slipping the key into his pocket. As he started his walk he took out a cigarette and placed it in his mouth. He lit it before inhaling deeply, exhaling through his nose. Nikolas walked silently, debating weather or not to just skip. He didn't notice that he was already at the school as he still debated with himself. The male finally realised where he was when he spotted a familiar girl. Nik immediatly recognized her as the drummer from Violent Impulse. He flicked away his cigarette and approached the school, wondering if the girl would say anything.
Nikolas was the complete opposite of his mother, Carry. He was small, and thin, with almost unaturally pale skin. Carry was sure he got his looks from her side of the family, but his father begged to differ. She guessed it really didn't matter as she looked down at her sleeping son. A small smile crept onto her small lips, and she reached out a hand. She pushed her son's hair out of his face, frowning when she say the peircngs. She had disapproved of them from the start, but his father took him to get them done anyway. And that tattoo that rested on Nik's shoulder! Ugh, she thought it was an ugly thing, but he loved it. He had explained to her that it made him unique. Pfft, unique? Whatever, she felt it just made him look more like a juvinial delinquent. The frown that had graced her lips faded away as she heard her son sigh softly and turn in his sleep. She hated to wake him from his peaceful slumber, especially since he was probably going to have a slightly stressful day. He had to go to a new school since his old one had brunt to the ground. If Carry had known the reason it had burned, she probably wouldn't have made him go to his new school. Nikolas had only infromed his father about the little fued that had been taking place for a while.
"Nikolas. Sweety it's time to get up." Carry's soft voice cooed as she shook her son's shoulder. Nikolas let out a soft groan and opened his eyes. His mother smiled at him and kissed his forhead before leaving the room. Nik forced himself to sit up, the blankets that had covered him slipped down his bare chest. With a sigh Nikolas kicked his bare legs over the side of his bed. He stood up and stumbled out of his room. He went down that hall into the small bathroom. Nik pushed back the green and orange shower curtains, rolling his eyes when he looked at them. They were bright green with ornage dinisaur plushies on them. His mother had thought it was adorable and it was great to brighten up the room. Nik had asked why she just didn't paint the room, getting a sigh as a reply. He ignored the the curtains and started the water, letting it get hot. As he waited for the water to warm up he went over to the sink and brushed his teeth. He flashed himself a smile before walking over to the tub. He checked the water and stripped of the only articule of clothing he had been wairing. He pulled the little tab thing ontop of the foset so the bath would turn into a shower. He got into the tub and closed the cutains, getting the shampoo to wash his hair.
Dressed in a bright green shirt, skinny jeans, black sneakers and still half asleep, Nikolas sat in the kitchen with an uneaten bowl of cearal in front of him. He moved the cearal around slowly before taking his first bite. He hated Frosted Flakes, his mother should have known that by now. Well, no one's perfect so he ate the cearal with out a word. His mother had scurried off a few minutes earlier, leaving him in the small house by himself. Nik finished the breakfast and rinsed off his bowl, leaving it in the sink. His mother hated it when he did that, but it was too early for him to remember that. School started soon and he had a long walk. The male went into the living room, grabbing a plain black jacket and his backpack. He slipped both on and walked out of the house. He locked the door behind him, slipping the key into his pocket. As he started his walk he took out a cigarette and placed it in his mouth. He lit it before inhaling deeply, exhaling through his nose. Nikolas walked silently, debating weather or not to just skip. He didn't notice that he was already at the school as he still debated with himself. The male finally realised where he was when he spotted a familiar girl. Nik immediatly recognized her as the drummer from Violent Impulse. He flicked away his cigarette and approached the school, wondering if the girl would say anything.
"Bang a Drummer."
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Nikolas xx Dummer
Mindless wonder
Mindless wonder
"Hey, save a drum..."
Nikolas silently watched Bee talk to a nerdy looking freshman. How kind. Well, until the girl scurried off quickly. Hmmm, maybe the female wasn't too nice after all. Or maybe it was the cigarette that had intimadated the younger female. Well, whatever the reason was Nik didn't care. He was suprised he hadn't been seen yet though. Not that bothered him at all. The less he was seen the better. Nik walked forward again, eyes not leaving the rival female. She was very pretty truth be told. Too bad she was the enemy. If she wasn't Nik would have deffinatly wanted to get to know her. She seemed to have a cool personality too. Well, at least from what Nik could tell. He was never the extremely observant type, or good at guessing for that matter. That's why he never passed his tests. Besides the fact that he doesn't study. Drumming, sleeping, and parting were more of his thing. Besides, you know normal teenage boy stuff. Like staring at girls. And not so normal teenage boy stuff. Like staring at guys. No one knew the male spent half of the time staring at the guys instead of the girls, and that's the way he wanted to keep it. He'd have to kill himsef if his secret got out!
Oh, he was finally spotted! Nik stopped walking as Bee flicked her cigarette at his feet. She walked closer and Nik exaimined her face. She was even prettier up close. Focus Nikolas! She is the bad guy... Er, girl. No oogling people from Violent Impulse! Nik dragged himself from his thoughts as Bee got close enough to step out her cigarette. Nik glared, trying to move his hair out of his face in vain. Their school? Not for long princess! Mindless wonder was going to take this school over in no time.... Hopefully. "It's your fault I'm here. If you wouldn't have burned my ******** school down I wouldn't be here!" Nik growled back. Great start Nikki. Way to show that maybe one day the childish fighting could stop. Well, Nik hadn't expected it to stop in his life time anyway. Maybe in his children's? If he had children mind you. He didn't expect to though. He was never one for children. Too loud and needy. Well, in his opinion. Oh, got a little off topic, huh?
Nik was once again brought from his thoughts, though this time it was by the school bell. Nik stopped glaring at Bee, walking around the female and into the school. Where to go? He had no idea where anything was. Nik pulled out his schedule, reading it carefully. First period English. No problem, now he just had to find it. It couldn't be too hard to find right? What if one of Violent Impulse had class with him? Ugh, that would be terrible. They would probably make class hell. Or worse than that. Hmmm.... What was worse than hell? Nik, stop letting your mind wander! Easiy distracted was the little pale male. Everyone in the band knew he had a hard time focusing, well except when he was drumming. That was really the only time he could sit for hours without having to get up. Wait, what was Nik looking for? Class, that's right! Nik continued to read the numbers next to the doors, none matching the one on his paper. He would find it eventually, as soon as he pushed his way through the crowded halls. Curse his small stature!
((Sorry for the shortness!))
Oh, he was finally spotted! Nik stopped walking as Bee flicked her cigarette at his feet. She walked closer and Nik exaimined her face. She was even prettier up close. Focus Nikolas! She is the bad guy... Er, girl. No oogling people from Violent Impulse! Nik dragged himself from his thoughts as Bee got close enough to step out her cigarette. Nik glared, trying to move his hair out of his face in vain. Their school? Not for long princess! Mindless wonder was going to take this school over in no time.... Hopefully. "It's your fault I'm here. If you wouldn't have burned my ******** school down I wouldn't be here!" Nik growled back. Great start Nikki. Way to show that maybe one day the childish fighting could stop. Well, Nik hadn't expected it to stop in his life time anyway. Maybe in his children's? If he had children mind you. He didn't expect to though. He was never one for children. Too loud and needy. Well, in his opinion. Oh, got a little off topic, huh?
Nik was once again brought from his thoughts, though this time it was by the school bell. Nik stopped glaring at Bee, walking around the female and into the school. Where to go? He had no idea where anything was. Nik pulled out his schedule, reading it carefully. First period English. No problem, now he just had to find it. It couldn't be too hard to find right? What if one of Violent Impulse had class with him? Ugh, that would be terrible. They would probably make class hell. Or worse than that. Hmmm.... What was worse than hell? Nik, stop letting your mind wander! Easiy distracted was the little pale male. Everyone in the band knew he had a hard time focusing, well except when he was drumming. That was really the only time he could sit for hours without having to get up. Wait, what was Nik looking for? Class, that's right! Nik continued to read the numbers next to the doors, none matching the one on his paper. He would find it eventually, as soon as he pushed his way through the crowded halls. Curse his small stature!
((Sorry for the shortness!))
"Bang a Drummer."
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A man stood silently, a prim and proper military uniform clinging nicely to his thin frame. He was young and very handsome with dirty blonde hair, blue eyes, and a mature looking face. He had a stern air around him that made you not want to question his ideas. A red band was wrapped around his left arm. It donned a white circle with an all too familiar sign. The swastika was a symbol showing all around him where his loyalties lie. The young man, only about twenty, stood with his hands clasped behind his back, examining everything around him. Someone walked up beside him and the man glanced over.
"Guten tag herr." The young man said softly. He would have turned and saluted, but he couldn't turn his attention away from the other side of the fence. The man seemed to understand for he did not get angry.
"Guten tag. Lovely day, yes?" The older man asked, his accent thick when he switched to English.
"Yes sir." The young man answered. His accent wasn't as thick as the man's next to him but it not mistakable.
The older male was about five eight with short black hair. He was not a handsome man and about twenty years older than the other male. Out of all of the older man's features it was his small mustache that got the most attention. The blonde knew the man since he was a small child and knew that, despite what was happening, the man was a good person. He had done greet things for Germany, well great things in Erich's opinion. Everyone behind the fence deserved it.
"So... Enjoying the view Erich?" The older male called the blonde by his rank or last name; he said they knew each other too long for such formalities.
"Yes sir." Erich answered, his bright blue eyes flickering back and forth between the slowly moving people just beyond the fence.
"Now, now! Tear your eyes away for a moment! They are not going anywhere!" The older said, patting the younger man the back. Erich looked over and gave a small smile.
"Of course Hitler." He said softly.
"Right! Now how long have you been up and working?" Hitler asked his disposition sunny despite the scene just to the left of them.
"I lost count sir." Erich admitted.
"Excellent! Working hard. That's what I like about you Erich, but everyone needs rest. Go home and sleep."
"Thank you sir." Erich smiled and saluted before turning his back. He didn't head home though. The woods were his destination. It was quiet, empty, and relaxing there. Just what the young man needed.
"Guten tag herr." The young man said softly. He would have turned and saluted, but he couldn't turn his attention away from the other side of the fence. The man seemed to understand for he did not get angry.
"Guten tag. Lovely day, yes?" The older man asked, his accent thick when he switched to English.
"Yes sir." The young man answered. His accent wasn't as thick as the man's next to him but it not mistakable.
The older male was about five eight with short black hair. He was not a handsome man and about twenty years older than the other male. Out of all of the older man's features it was his small mustache that got the most attention. The blonde knew the man since he was a small child and knew that, despite what was happening, the man was a good person. He had done greet things for Germany, well great things in Erich's opinion. Everyone behind the fence deserved it.
"So... Enjoying the view Erich?" The older male called the blonde by his rank or last name; he said they knew each other too long for such formalities.
"Yes sir." Erich answered, his bright blue eyes flickering back and forth between the slowly moving people just beyond the fence.
"Now, now! Tear your eyes away for a moment! They are not going anywhere!" The older said, patting the younger man the back. Erich looked over and gave a small smile.
"Of course Hitler." He said softly.
"Right! Now how long have you been up and working?" Hitler asked his disposition sunny despite the scene just to the left of them.
"I lost count sir." Erich admitted.
"Excellent! Working hard. That's what I like about you Erich, but everyone needs rest. Go home and sleep."
"Thank you sir." Erich smiled and saluted before turning his back. He didn't head home though. The woods were his destination. It was quiet, empty, and relaxing there. Just what the young man needed.
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There was complete silence. Nothing made a sound as the sun rose gracefully. No birds sung to one another, no dogs bark in the distance. No babies cried out for their mother's milk in the early morning light, even the trees seemed hushed as the wind wound through their branches. A small pale green house stood on the silent street, casting a shadow onto the barely light road. Inside the house, down the hall, and in the first door on the left laid a male. He laid out awkwardly on the bed, eye closed, and mouth slightly open. Messy dirty blonde hair hid parts of his face, but the muscular male could still be seen. The man was awake yes, but barely. He had been drifting in and out of his dreamland for a while now. Too comfortable to move, that would have been his excuse if you would have asked. The clock on his nightstand showed the numbers 7:30 in an eerie green color. Truth be told the male should have been up thirty minutes ago, but he was too tired. The male was about to go back to sleep until a small, tan, slightly plump lady walked in. The male opened on eye groggily, but closed it again. It was just his mother coming to wake him up.
James was almost the complete opposite of his mother, Carry. He was tall, and thin, with very light skin, and a well toned body. Carry was sure he got his looks from her side of the family, but his father begged to differ. She guessed it really didn't matter as she looked down at her sleeping son. A small smile crept onto her small lips, and she reached out a hand. She pushed her son's hair out of his face, frowning when she noticed he went to bed with his headphones in again. She was glad that he didn't listen to his music really loud. She didn't want him bursting his eardrums out. She glanced around his room, looking at the things he had. There were band poster all over the blue walls. His room was clean and organized, with lifting weights in one corner and a place to read in the other. His mother was always afraid with those weights in the room. She didn't want him to get up in the middle on the night and accidently crush his toe with one. The frown that had graced her lips faded away as she heard her son sigh softly and turn in his sleep. She hated to wake him from his peaceful slumber, but she knew he was going to have a fun time. Today was the day he got to go to band camp.
"James, sweetie it's time to get up." Carry's soft voice cooed as she shook her son's shoulder. James let out a soft groan and opened his eyes. His mother smiled at him and kissed his forehead before leaving the room. James forced himself to sit up, the blankets that had covered him slipped down his bare chest. With a sigh he kicked his bare legs over the side of his bed. He stood up and stumbled out of his room. He went down that hall into the small bathroom. He pushed back the green and orange shower curtains, smiling a little when he looked at them. They were bright green with orange baby dinosaur on them. His mother had thought it was adorable and it was great to brighten up the room. James had always wondered about his mom's sense of style. He stopped looking at the curtains and turned on the water. As he waited for the water to warm up he went over to the sink and brushed his teeth. He flashed himself a smile before walking over to the tub. He checked the water and stripped of the only article of clothing he had been wearing, which were his boxers. He pulled the little tab thing on top of the facet so the bath would turn into a shower. He got into the tub and closed the curtains, getting the shampoo to wash his hair.
James went back into his room when his shower was done and went over to his dresser. The male pulled on a pair of boxer then went over to his closet. He scanned the articles, and wondered what to wear. Whoa James! Getting a little girly here! James sighed and pulled out baggy jeans, a white polo and his Hollister jacket. He went down stairs and sat in the kitchen with an uneaten bowl of cereal in front of him. He moved the cereal around slowly before taking his first bite. He hated Frosted Flakes; his mother should have known that by now. Well, no one's perfect so he ate the cereal without a word. His mother had scurried off a few minutes earlier, leaving him in the small house by himself. That didn't bother the male at all. He had to leave soon anyway. He finished the breakfast and rinsed off his bowl, leaving it in the sink. His mother hated it when he did that, but it was too early for him to remember that. He went into the living room and flopped down on the couch, grabbing his cell phone off the small table next to the couch. He flipped it open and turned it on before checking all his new messages.
Once those were read he stood up and stretched. He put on his white shoes and walked outside. His car, the love of his life was sitting in the drive way. He got into his car and drove to the hotel, immediately spotting people he knew and that included Jacoby. Jacoby was the male that James had a crush on. Of course James would never admit it out loud. The male got out of the car and walked over to the people. He smiled at all the people and looked at Tailor. "Wow Tay! You look so different! It's cute!" He said, noticing the braces and glasses were gone. Him calling girls cute was no surprise to anyone. He did that to all the girls. He liked being nice, but hey he was still pretty manly! I mean, just look at those abs you could see through the well fitting shirt! It was enough to make a lot of girls, and even some guys, stare! He was pretty proud of that too. He had been working out every day for a while now and he thought it had paid off nicely.
James was almost the complete opposite of his mother, Carry. He was tall, and thin, with very light skin, and a well toned body. Carry was sure he got his looks from her side of the family, but his father begged to differ. She guessed it really didn't matter as she looked down at her sleeping son. A small smile crept onto her small lips, and she reached out a hand. She pushed her son's hair out of his face, frowning when she noticed he went to bed with his headphones in again. She was glad that he didn't listen to his music really loud. She didn't want him bursting his eardrums out. She glanced around his room, looking at the things he had. There were band poster all over the blue walls. His room was clean and organized, with lifting weights in one corner and a place to read in the other. His mother was always afraid with those weights in the room. She didn't want him to get up in the middle on the night and accidently crush his toe with one. The frown that had graced her lips faded away as she heard her son sigh softly and turn in his sleep. She hated to wake him from his peaceful slumber, but she knew he was going to have a fun time. Today was the day he got to go to band camp.
"James, sweetie it's time to get up." Carry's soft voice cooed as she shook her son's shoulder. James let out a soft groan and opened his eyes. His mother smiled at him and kissed his forehead before leaving the room. James forced himself to sit up, the blankets that had covered him slipped down his bare chest. With a sigh he kicked his bare legs over the side of his bed. He stood up and stumbled out of his room. He went down that hall into the small bathroom. He pushed back the green and orange shower curtains, smiling a little when he looked at them. They were bright green with orange baby dinosaur on them. His mother had thought it was adorable and it was great to brighten up the room. James had always wondered about his mom's sense of style. He stopped looking at the curtains and turned on the water. As he waited for the water to warm up he went over to the sink and brushed his teeth. He flashed himself a smile before walking over to the tub. He checked the water and stripped of the only article of clothing he had been wearing, which were his boxers. He pulled the little tab thing on top of the facet so the bath would turn into a shower. He got into the tub and closed the curtains, getting the shampoo to wash his hair.
James went back into his room when his shower was done and went over to his dresser. The male pulled on a pair of boxer then went over to his closet. He scanned the articles, and wondered what to wear. Whoa James! Getting a little girly here! James sighed and pulled out baggy jeans, a white polo and his Hollister jacket. He went down stairs and sat in the kitchen with an uneaten bowl of cereal in front of him. He moved the cereal around slowly before taking his first bite. He hated Frosted Flakes; his mother should have known that by now. Well, no one's perfect so he ate the cereal without a word. His mother had scurried off a few minutes earlier, leaving him in the small house by himself. That didn't bother the male at all. He had to leave soon anyway. He finished the breakfast and rinsed off his bowl, leaving it in the sink. His mother hated it when he did that, but it was too early for him to remember that. He went into the living room and flopped down on the couch, grabbing his cell phone off the small table next to the couch. He flipped it open and turned it on before checking all his new messages.
Once those were read he stood up and stretched. He put on his white shoes and walked outside. His car, the love of his life was sitting in the drive way. He got into his car and drove to the hotel, immediately spotting people he knew and that included Jacoby. Jacoby was the male that James had a crush on. Of course James would never admit it out loud. The male got out of the car and walked over to the people. He smiled at all the people and looked at Tailor. "Wow Tay! You look so different! It's cute!" He said, noticing the braces and glasses were gone. Him calling girls cute was no surprise to anyone. He did that to all the girls. He liked being nice, but hey he was still pretty manly! I mean, just look at those abs you could see through the well fitting shirt! It was enough to make a lot of girls, and even some guys, stare! He was pretty proud of that too. He had been working out every day for a while now and he thought it had paid off nicely.
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Mitchell Alexander Harrison
"Okay, now everyone type Meezy in all capitals! M-E-E-Z-YYY♪"
- Mitchell Davis
In a little house down the quiet street people use for a short cut to get to work a room full of books resides. In that room full of book in that little house on that quiet street is a boy. The boy was lying on a rather large bed on his back, staring up at the book in his hand. The clock read Five thirty am, a little early to be up and reading huh? Well the boy on the rather large bed in the room full of books in the little house on the quiet street had a hard time sleeping. He'd go to sleep at seven and wake up at nine, then he'd go back to sleep at ten and wake up at twelve. So to pass the time the boy would read. He had approximately ninety books in his room and he had read almost all of them. Call him a nerd if you wish, he finds it quite entertaining. The boy had medium length brown hair and brown eyes. He wore large black glasses when he read, but when he wasn't reading he preferred not to wear them. The boy yawned and took off said glasses, putting them on his nightstand. He closed the book and shut his eyes, turning on his side. The male was about to go back to sleep until a tall, tan, slightly plump lady walked in. He opened on eye groggily, but closed it again. It was just his mother coming to wake him up.
Mitchell was almost the complete opposite of his mother, Carry. He was small, and thin, with very light skin. Carry was sure he got his looks from her side of the family, but his father begged to differ. She guessed it really didn't matter as she looked down at her sleeping son. A small smile crept onto her small lips, and she reached out a hand. She pushed her son's hair out of his face, frowning when she noticed he went to bed with his book again. She was glad that he stopped going to bed with his glasses on. She didn't want to have to buy him a new pair again. She glanced around his room, looking at the things he had. There were band posters all over the blue walls. His room was cluttered and small, with book lying all over the floor. His mother had been trying to get him to put some book in storage, but Mitchell refused. He told her that one day he was going to be looking for a book a really needed for a project or something and he would be able to find it and he would fail. The frown that had graced her lips faded away as she heard her son sigh softly and turn in his sleep. She hated to wake him from his peaceful slumber, but she knew he had to get to school.
"Mitchell, sweetie it's time to get up." Carry's soft voice cooed as she shook her son's shoulder. Mitch let out a soft groan and opened his eyes. His mother smiled at him and kissed his forehead before leaving the room. Mitchell forced himself to sit up, the blankets that had covered him slipped down his bare chest. With a sigh he kicked his bare legs over the side of his bed. He stood up and stumbled out of his room. He went down that hall into the small bathroom. He pushed back the green and orange shower curtains, smiling a little when he looked at them. They were bright green with orange baby dinosaur on them. His mother had thought it was adorable and it was great to brighten up the room. Mitchell had always wondered about his mom's sense of style. He stopped looking at the curtains and turned on the water. As he waited for the water to warm up he went over to the sink and brushed his teeth. He flashed himself a smile before walking over to the tub. He checked the water and stripped of the only article of clothing he had been wearing, which were his boxers. He pulled the little tab thing on top of the facet so the bath would turn into a shower. He got into the tub and closed the curtains, getting the shampoo to wash his hair.
Mitch went back into his room when his shower was done and went over to his dresser. The male pulled on a pair of boxer then went over to his closet. He scanned the articles, and wondered what to wear. Whoa Mitchy! Getting a little girly here! Mitch sighed and pulled out baggy jeans, a blue V-neck and his black jacket. He went down stairs and sat in the kitchen with an uneaten bowl of cereal in front of him. He moved the cereal around slowly before taking his first bite. He hated Frosted Flakes; his mother should have known that by now. Well, no one's perfect so he ate the cereal without a word. His mother had scurried off a few minutes earlier, leaving him in the small house by himself. That didn't bother the male at all. He had to leave soon anyway. He finished the breakfast and rinsed off his bowl, leaving it in the sink. His mother hated it when he did that, but it was too early for him to remember that. He went into the living room and flopped down on the couch, grabbing his cell phone off the small table next to the couch. He flipped it open and turned it on before checking all his new messages, which was none. Mitchell really didn't expect any but he had to check to make sure.
Once his cell phone was checked he stood up and stretched. He put on his white shoes and walked outside into the fresh morning air. His car, the love of his life was sitting in the drive way. He got into his car and drove to the school. He was there kind of early so he sat in his warm car for a little. He read a few chapters in his book before getting out and shivering. Mitchell kept his eyes on the ground as he walked across the parking lot. He hated attention, so even people just glancing at him freaked him out. Mitch went inside the school and went straight into the library. There was a corner all the way in the back that he sat at and read every day. It was partially shielded by a bookshelf and it was quiet. He sometimes even found himself dozing off the in the corner, like today. He closed his eyes and yawned softly, leaning his head against the wall. He fell asleep in no time, his book sliding to the floor.
Mitchell was almost the complete opposite of his mother, Carry. He was small, and thin, with very light skin. Carry was sure he got his looks from her side of the family, but his father begged to differ. She guessed it really didn't matter as she looked down at her sleeping son. A small smile crept onto her small lips, and she reached out a hand. She pushed her son's hair out of his face, frowning when she noticed he went to bed with his book again. She was glad that he stopped going to bed with his glasses on. She didn't want to have to buy him a new pair again. She glanced around his room, looking at the things he had. There were band posters all over the blue walls. His room was cluttered and small, with book lying all over the floor. His mother had been trying to get him to put some book in storage, but Mitchell refused. He told her that one day he was going to be looking for a book a really needed for a project or something and he would be able to find it and he would fail. The frown that had graced her lips faded away as she heard her son sigh softly and turn in his sleep. She hated to wake him from his peaceful slumber, but she knew he had to get to school.
"Mitchell, sweetie it's time to get up." Carry's soft voice cooed as she shook her son's shoulder. Mitch let out a soft groan and opened his eyes. His mother smiled at him and kissed his forehead before leaving the room. Mitchell forced himself to sit up, the blankets that had covered him slipped down his bare chest. With a sigh he kicked his bare legs over the side of his bed. He stood up and stumbled out of his room. He went down that hall into the small bathroom. He pushed back the green and orange shower curtains, smiling a little when he looked at them. They were bright green with orange baby dinosaur on them. His mother had thought it was adorable and it was great to brighten up the room. Mitchell had always wondered about his mom's sense of style. He stopped looking at the curtains and turned on the water. As he waited for the water to warm up he went over to the sink and brushed his teeth. He flashed himself a smile before walking over to the tub. He checked the water and stripped of the only article of clothing he had been wearing, which were his boxers. He pulled the little tab thing on top of the facet so the bath would turn into a shower. He got into the tub and closed the curtains, getting the shampoo to wash his hair.
Mitch went back into his room when his shower was done and went over to his dresser. The male pulled on a pair of boxer then went over to his closet. He scanned the articles, and wondered what to wear. Whoa Mitchy! Getting a little girly here! Mitch sighed and pulled out baggy jeans, a blue V-neck and his black jacket. He went down stairs and sat in the kitchen with an uneaten bowl of cereal in front of him. He moved the cereal around slowly before taking his first bite. He hated Frosted Flakes; his mother should have known that by now. Well, no one's perfect so he ate the cereal without a word. His mother had scurried off a few minutes earlier, leaving him in the small house by himself. That didn't bother the male at all. He had to leave soon anyway. He finished the breakfast and rinsed off his bowl, leaving it in the sink. His mother hated it when he did that, but it was too early for him to remember that. He went into the living room and flopped down on the couch, grabbing his cell phone off the small table next to the couch. He flipped it open and turned it on before checking all his new messages, which was none. Mitchell really didn't expect any but he had to check to make sure.
Once his cell phone was checked he stood up and stretched. He put on his white shoes and walked outside into the fresh morning air. His car, the love of his life was sitting in the drive way. He got into his car and drove to the school. He was there kind of early so he sat in his warm car for a little. He read a few chapters in his book before getting out and shivering. Mitchell kept his eyes on the ground as he walked across the parking lot. He hated attention, so even people just glancing at him freaked him out. Mitch went inside the school and went straight into the library. There was a corner all the way in the back that he sat at and read every day. It was partially shielded by a bookshelf and it was quiet. He sometimes even found himself dozing off the in the corner, like today. He closed his eyes and yawned softly, leaning his head against the wall. He fell asleep in no time, his book sliding to the floor.
"There's Jeezy, Weezy, Yeezy and now there's MEEZY!"
- Mitchell Davis
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Mitchell Alexander Harrison
"Okay, now everyone type Meezy in all capitals! M-E-E-Z-YYY♪"
- Mitchell Davis
Mitchell was resting peacefully. His eyes were closed as he leaned against the library wall. He was so close to sleep but of course nothing ever went his way. He was just about to slip off into 'Lala Land' when a loud male woke him up. He sat up straight and noticed half the soccer team messing around in the library. Mitch should have expected this; they were usually there in the mornings. The silent male grabbed his book and backpack and walked out of the library, glancing up once but quickly looked down when he locked gazes with Michael. Michael was a Jock, and a hot one at that. Mitch had never talked to him but he did think he was cute. Not that he would ever tell him that. No, Mitchell was not open about his sexuality in fact he wasn't that open about anything. He just sat and did his work and read, he wasn't a social type. He didn't have many friends and it was actually pretty rare to see him talking with someone. It wasn't that he was so nerdy no one wanted to talk to him, he was just so shy he was afraid to say anything in case he embarrassed himself.
Mitch walked out of the library and into an empty classroom. He really didn't care if he should be there or not, it was just quiet and that's what he wanted. The book Mitch had been reading was re-opened and the pages were once again scanned. The words were taken in quickly as pretty dark brown eyes read them one at a time. Mitch was so lost in the book he didn't hear the teacher walk into the room. "Mitchell? Mitchell? Earth to Mitchell!" The teacher called as she snapped her long fingers in front of his face. Mitch tore his eyes away from the pages and looked up. A beautiful young blonde woman stood in front of him, a red dress clinging to every gorgeous curve on her body. Almost every man in the school found her to die for, except Mitchell of course. Yes he thought she was pretty but he didn't find her attractive. No he found someone attractive... Mitch! He's on the soccer team and you're just a nerd! Be real! With that thought Mitch mumbled a soft apology to his math teacher and hurried out of the room. It was almost time for his English class to start, his favorite class of the day.
Mitchell was just outside the classroom when the bell rang. He hurried inside and sat in his seat. It was in the back of the class away from most of the desks. He pulled out his work and set it on his desk, keeping his head down. He heard kids come in laughing and talking with friends and he heard himself sigh. He wanted to find that one person he could just hang out with. He wanted a best friend he could tell everything to, but he choose to stay quiet. He didn't speak up until the teacher started calling role. Usually he just glanced over the class and called people he didn't see, but today he felt like going down the line. He finally reached Mitchell's name, who looked up and said here quietly. He didn't usually speak in class and his hear was the only word some had heard. He had a very soft voice but it was one most would describe as friendly. The teacher checked him off and continued, finally reaching the end of the list. "Alright class! I have a surprise assignment for all of you!" He paused for a minute to let his students groan then continued, "I will be choosing your partners for this project!" He smiled as they groaned again and glanced around the room. The only one who looked truly upset was Mitchell. What if he got someone who hated him? "Branden and Daniel are partners. Josh and Sarah, Mitchell and Michael, Theo and Gabe..." He continued listing people until everyone had a partner. "Now, for this project I want you and your partner to get together and make an essay about your similarities and differences. I want this to be good not obvious! You will be presenting this in two weeks! Now get together and start talking!" The teacher ordered before going to his desk and sitting down.
Mitch walked out of the library and into an empty classroom. He really didn't care if he should be there or not, it was just quiet and that's what he wanted. The book Mitch had been reading was re-opened and the pages were once again scanned. The words were taken in quickly as pretty dark brown eyes read them one at a time. Mitch was so lost in the book he didn't hear the teacher walk into the room. "Mitchell? Mitchell? Earth to Mitchell!" The teacher called as she snapped her long fingers in front of his face. Mitch tore his eyes away from the pages and looked up. A beautiful young blonde woman stood in front of him, a red dress clinging to every gorgeous curve on her body. Almost every man in the school found her to die for, except Mitchell of course. Yes he thought she was pretty but he didn't find her attractive. No he found someone attractive... Mitch! He's on the soccer team and you're just a nerd! Be real! With that thought Mitch mumbled a soft apology to his math teacher and hurried out of the room. It was almost time for his English class to start, his favorite class of the day.
Mitchell was just outside the classroom when the bell rang. He hurried inside and sat in his seat. It was in the back of the class away from most of the desks. He pulled out his work and set it on his desk, keeping his head down. He heard kids come in laughing and talking with friends and he heard himself sigh. He wanted to find that one person he could just hang out with. He wanted a best friend he could tell everything to, but he choose to stay quiet. He didn't speak up until the teacher started calling role. Usually he just glanced over the class and called people he didn't see, but today he felt like going down the line. He finally reached Mitchell's name, who looked up and said here quietly. He didn't usually speak in class and his hear was the only word some had heard. He had a very soft voice but it was one most would describe as friendly. The teacher checked him off and continued, finally reaching the end of the list. "Alright class! I have a surprise assignment for all of you!" He paused for a minute to let his students groan then continued, "I will be choosing your partners for this project!" He smiled as they groaned again and glanced around the room. The only one who looked truly upset was Mitchell. What if he got someone who hated him? "Branden and Daniel are partners. Josh and Sarah, Mitchell and Michael, Theo and Gabe..." He continued listing people until everyone had a partner. "Now, for this project I want you and your partner to get together and make an essay about your similarities and differences. I want this to be good not obvious! You will be presenting this in two weeks! Now get together and start talking!" The teacher ordered before going to his desk and sitting down.
"There's Jeezy, Weezy, Yeezy and now there's MEEZY!"
- Mitchell Davis
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Mitchell Alexander Harrison
"Okay, now everyone type Meezy in all capitals! M-E-E-Z-YYY♪"
- Mitchell Davis
Why did the teacher hate him so much? Was it something he said? Did he look at him wrong? Mitchell had no idea what the answer was but he was sure he was hated. First having to have partners, and then partnering him up with the hottest guy in class? Mitch had no luck in life. Absolutely no luck. Maybe he could pretend to have a heart attack and get out of it, though that didn't seem like the right thing to do. Come on Mitch you can do this! Michael seemed like a nice guy, maybe he'd want to be friends. Maybe you can get to know someone for once! You can't live your life hiding you know. Mitch sighed and nodded, looking up when Michael walked over. Man he was hot. Mitchell felt himself blush and quickly looked away from the other male. How embarrassing! Stop acting like this, Michael going to find out your not straight! Mitchell took a deep breath and looked up, hoping his blush was gone. Michael said hola and Mitch opened his mouth to speak but no words came out. He shut his mouth and took a deep breath then tried again. "Hello." He said softly, holding out his hand for Michael to shake.
Before Michael could take it a paper airplane flew and hit Mitchell in the face. It didn't hurt of course, but it did cause him to blush brightly. The guys laughed and went and picked it up, not bothering to apologize. Mitch looked over at them then down at his paper. What were they in elementary school? Mitch sighed and looked back up at Michael. "I'm Mitchell. Oh, you know that. I'm sorry..." He mumbled as he rubbed the back of his head. He fixed his long hair and reached for his back pack. He grabbed out a pencil and wrote 'Similarities and Differences' in neat cursive on the top of the page. On the right hand side he wrote 'Mitchell Harrison' and 'Michael.' He didn't know Michael's last name so he just left it as Michael. He was sure the guy didn't mind. "So do you want to start our list?" Mitch asked writing Similarities and drawing a one. Mitch didn't think they would have a lot in common, maybe they liked some music but that was probably it.
((Sorry it's really short. I'm sick and my medication is making me go brain dead.))
Before Michael could take it a paper airplane flew and hit Mitchell in the face. It didn't hurt of course, but it did cause him to blush brightly. The guys laughed and went and picked it up, not bothering to apologize. Mitch looked over at them then down at his paper. What were they in elementary school? Mitch sighed and looked back up at Michael. "I'm Mitchell. Oh, you know that. I'm sorry..." He mumbled as he rubbed the back of his head. He fixed his long hair and reached for his back pack. He grabbed out a pencil and wrote 'Similarities and Differences' in neat cursive on the top of the page. On the right hand side he wrote 'Mitchell Harrison' and 'Michael.' He didn't know Michael's last name so he just left it as Michael. He was sure the guy didn't mind. "So do you want to start our list?" Mitch asked writing Similarities and drawing a one. Mitch didn't think they would have a lot in common, maybe they liked some music but that was probably it.
((Sorry it's really short. I'm sick and my medication is making me go brain dead.))
"There's Jeezy, Weezy, Yeezy and now there's MEEZY!"
- Mitchell Davis
Sweet Sounding Silence
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♫ Mitchell ♫ and ♫ Mason ♫
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Absolute silence. Nothing made a sound as the sun rose gracefully. No birds sung to one another, no dogs bark in the distance. No babies cried out for their mother's milk, even the trees seemed hushed as the wind wound through their branches. A small pale green house stood on the silent street, casting a shadow onto the barely light road. Inside the house, down the hall, and in the first door on the left laid a small male. He laid out awkwardly on the bed, eye closed, and his mouth slightly open. Messy medium brown hair hid parts of his face, but the shimmer from the rims on a pair of sunglasses. The man was awake yes, but barely. He had been drifting in and out of his dreamland for a while now. Too comfortable to move. That would have been his excuse if you would have asked. The clock on his nightstand showed the numbers 7:30 in an eerie green color. Truth be told the thin male should have been up thirty minutes ago, but he was too tired to get up that early. The male was about to go back to sleep when the blaring of his alarm clock made him jump.
Mitchell forced himself to sit up, the blankets that had covered him slipped down his bare chest. With a sigh he kicked his bare legs over the side of his bed. He stood up and stumbled out of his room. He went down that hall into the small bathroom. He pushed back the green and orange shower curtains, smiling a little when he looked at them. They were bright green with orange baby dinosaur on them. His mother had thought it was adorable and it was great to brighten up the room. Mitch had always wondered about his mom's sense of style. He stopped looking at the curtains and turned on the water. As he waited for the water to warm up he went over to the sink and brushed his teeth. He flashed himself a smile before walking over to the tub. He checked the water and stripped of the only article of clothing he had been wearing, which were his boxers. He pulled the little tab thing on top of the facet so the bath would turn into a shower. He got into the tub and closed the curtains, getting the shampoo to wash his hair.
Once he was done he went back into his room when his shower was done and went over to his dresser. The male pulled on a pair of boxer then went over to his closet. He scanned the articles, and wondered what to wear. Whoa Mitch! Getting a little girly here! Mitchell sighed and pulled out baggy jeans, a white polo and his Hollister jacket. Mitch went into his son's room, opening the door quietly and slipping in. The baby lay in his crib, staring up at his father with his mother's sea green eyes. Mitchell smiled softly and gently lifted his son, bringing him down stairs into the living room. He set his son down in one of those baby seats that rock gently and went into the kitchen. He made a bottle for Mason and went back to his son, picking him up and sitting on the couch. He feed the baby and set him back in the chair for a minute. After strapping a baby holder thing to his chest he picked Mason up once again and rested him in the holder. Once Mason was comfortable Mitchell left the house, ready to go for a morning walk. He was just going to stroll around the neighborhood, or maybe walk to the nearby mall. He hadn't decided yet.
((I have to go. I'll post tomorrow. Night!))
Mitchell forced himself to sit up, the blankets that had covered him slipped down his bare chest. With a sigh he kicked his bare legs over the side of his bed. He stood up and stumbled out of his room. He went down that hall into the small bathroom. He pushed back the green and orange shower curtains, smiling a little when he looked at them. They were bright green with orange baby dinosaur on them. His mother had thought it was adorable and it was great to brighten up the room. Mitch had always wondered about his mom's sense of style. He stopped looking at the curtains and turned on the water. As he waited for the water to warm up he went over to the sink and brushed his teeth. He flashed himself a smile before walking over to the tub. He checked the water and stripped of the only article of clothing he had been wearing, which were his boxers. He pulled the little tab thing on top of the facet so the bath would turn into a shower. He got into the tub and closed the curtains, getting the shampoo to wash his hair.
Once he was done he went back into his room when his shower was done and went over to his dresser. The male pulled on a pair of boxer then went over to his closet. He scanned the articles, and wondered what to wear. Whoa Mitch! Getting a little girly here! Mitchell sighed and pulled out baggy jeans, a white polo and his Hollister jacket. Mitch went into his son's room, opening the door quietly and slipping in. The baby lay in his crib, staring up at his father with his mother's sea green eyes. Mitchell smiled softly and gently lifted his son, bringing him down stairs into the living room. He set his son down in one of those baby seats that rock gently and went into the kitchen. He made a bottle for Mason and went back to his son, picking him up and sitting on the couch. He feed the baby and set him back in the chair for a minute. After strapping a baby holder thing to his chest he picked Mason up once again and rested him in the holder. Once Mason was comfortable Mitchell left the house, ready to go for a morning walk. He was just going to stroll around the neighborhood, or maybe walk to the nearby mall. He hadn't decided yet.
((I have to go. I'll post tomorrow. Night!))
♫
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♫ Mitchell ♫ and ♫ Mason ♫
♫
Mitchell wasn't far down the street when the cell phone in his pocket buzzed. He dug it out and read the text, gently taking the phone out of Mason's grip when the baby tried to grab it. He smiled at the text and was going to reply when Mason took it so he could play with it. A smile crossed his face as he watched his son mess with the phone. When he almost dropped the phone Mitchell took it back and put it away. He took a pacifier out a small pouch on the carrier and held it out to Mason. The baby took it happily, laying his head on Mitchell's chest. He rubbed the male's head gently, looking down the street absentmindedly. He mind wandered to Cal, which caused a smile to appear on his face again. Cal was the only friend he had made since he had moved here. The male even accepted that Mitch had a son! This wasn't the first time Cal had seen Mason, and Mitch wondered if Cal would be okay that he had brought him. He couldn't just leave his son at home though; his mother was a work so she couldn't watch him today. He heard Mason sigh softly as he fell asleep. These were the times Mitchell was thrilled he had a son, he never regretted it but when little moments came he just loved it more. As he watched the baby speak he realized he hadn't replied to the text. He gently took out the phone and hit reply.
Mitch hit send and put his phone away. Cal shouldn't be surprised that he had called him baby. Mitch called all his friend that. Mason wiggled in the carrier and Mitch looked down. He smiled and continued walking. The mall wasn't far from his house, but it was still a pretty good walk. That was fine with Mitch, he was always up for losing weight. He was convinced he was fat though he was far from it. He usually jogged in the morning but since his mother wasn't home to watch Mason so he decided against it. Mason woke up and looked at Mitch, whining a little. Mitch took out his cell phone, put the keys on lock, and let Mason have the phone. The baby giggled happily and pressed the buttons. Mitchell smiled again and kissed the baby. He was close to the mall now so he wasn't going to be as late as he had thought.
((Sorry it's kind of short.))
♫Cal.
I'll meet you there bby!
I might be a little late.
I'm walking. Oh! Is it
Okay that I brought
Mason?
<3 Mitch
I'll meet you there bby!
I might be a little late.
I'm walking. Oh! Is it
Okay that I brought
Mason?
<3 Mitch
Mitch hit send and put his phone away. Cal shouldn't be surprised that he had called him baby. Mitch called all his friend that. Mason wiggled in the carrier and Mitch looked down. He smiled and continued walking. The mall wasn't far from his house, but it was still a pretty good walk. That was fine with Mitch, he was always up for losing weight. He was convinced he was fat though he was far from it. He usually jogged in the morning but since his mother wasn't home to watch Mason so he decided against it. Mason woke up and looked at Mitch, whining a little. Mitch took out his cell phone, put the keys on lock, and let Mason have the phone. The baby giggled happily and pressed the buttons. Mitchell smiled again and kissed the baby. He was close to the mall now so he wasn't going to be as late as he had thought.
((Sorry it's kind of short.))
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♫ Mitchell ♫ and ♫ Mason ♫
♫
Mitchell looked at his phone when it buzzed. One new text from Cal. Not too suprising. Mitch opened the phone and read the text. He looked at Mason then at the text and smiled happily. He was so glad Cal liked Mason. His son was the best thing in his life and if his friends didn't accept him then were they really his friends? He didn't think so. Mitchell hit reply and began texting. He had to erase a couple of times because Mason would move and Mitchell would hit wrong buttons. Finally he got his text typed out and sent. It had read:
He put his phone away again and slipped the no longer sleeping Mason out of the closer he got to the mall the more cars there were and the more stares he got. People in their cars glanced out their windows and would give him weird looks. He didn't care of course, it's not any of their judgment mattered to him anyway. A smile placed its self on his face as Mason giggled. Mitch would never change his life even if everyone around him judged him at first glance and left him. He was perfectly happy with Mason, of course he'd be a little upset if Cal left him. He was growing fond of that kid. Mitch walked into the mall and snuck up behind Cal when carrier. He held the squirming baby gently, trying to get him to calm down. He bounced the baby softly, finally getting him to stop squirming. Mitch noticed that he saw him. "Hey baby!" He whispered into Cal's ear. He back away and started laughing, which caused Mason to start giggling.
((Pretty lame post. Sorry I'm sick again and my medican is making my brain go dead. Lol. Did I give you enough to work with?))
♫ Alright bby!
I'll be there
in a few!
<3 Mitch
I'll be there
in a few!
<3 Mitch
He put his phone away again and slipped the no longer sleeping Mason out of the closer he got to the mall the more cars there were and the more stares he got. People in their cars glanced out their windows and would give him weird looks. He didn't care of course, it's not any of their judgment mattered to him anyway. A smile placed its self on his face as Mason giggled. Mitch would never change his life even if everyone around him judged him at first glance and left him. He was perfectly happy with Mason, of course he'd be a little upset if Cal left him. He was growing fond of that kid. Mitch walked into the mall and snuck up behind Cal when carrier. He held the squirming baby gently, trying to get him to calm down. He bounced the baby softly, finally getting him to stop squirming. Mitch noticed that he saw him. "Hey baby!" He whispered into Cal's ear. He back away and started laughing, which caused Mason to start giggling.
((Pretty lame post. Sorry I'm sick again and my medican is making my brain go dead. Lol. Did I give you enough to work with?))
Sweet Sounding Silence
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Jordan Russel Harrison
There was complete and udder silence. Nothing made a sound as the sun rose gracefully. No birds sung to one another, no dogs bark in the distance. No babies cried out for their mother's milk in the early morning light, even the trees seemed hushed as the wind wound through their branches. A small pale green house stood on the silent street, casting a shadow onto the barely light road. Inside the house, down the hall, and in the first door on the left laid a male. He laid out awkwardly on the bed, eye closed, and mouth slightly open. Messy dirty blonde hair hid parts of his face, but the muscular male could still be seen. The man was awake yes, but barely. He had been drifting in and out of his dreamland for a while now. Too comfortable to move, that would have been his excuse if you would have asked. The clock on his nightstand showed the numbers 7:30 in an eerie green color. Truth be told the male should have been up thirty minutes ago, but he was too tired. The male was about to go back to sleep until a small, tan, slightly plump lady walked in. The male opened on eye groggily, but closed it again. It was just his mother coming to wake him up.
Jordan was almost the complete opposite of his mother, Carry. He was tall, and thin, with very light skin, and a well toned body. Carry was sure he got his looks from her side of the family, but his father begged to differ. She guessed it really didn't matter as she looked down at her sleeping son. A small smile crept onto her small lips, and she reached out a hand. She pushed her son's hair out of his face, frowning when she noticed he went to bed with his headphones in again. She was glad that he didn't listen to his music really loud. She didn't want him bursting his eardrums out. She glanced around his room, looking at the things he had. There were band poster all over the blue walls. His room was clean and organized, with lifting weights in one corner and a place to read in the other. His mother was always afraid with those weights in the room. She didn't want him to get up in the middle on the night and accidently crush his toe with one. The frown that had graced her lips faded away as she heard her son sigh softly and turn in his sleep. She hated to wake him from his peaceful slumber, but she knew he had to get out of bed to get to school.
"Jordan, sweetie it's time to get up." Carry's soft voice cooed as she shook her son's shoulder. Jordan let out a soft groan and opened his eyes. His mother smiled at him and kissed his forehead before leaving the room. Jay forced himself to sit up, the blankets that had covered him slipped down his bare chest. With a sigh he kicked his bare legs over the side of his bed. He stood up and stumbled out of his room. He went down that hall into the small bathroom. He pushed back the green and orange shower curtains, smiling a little when he looked at them. They were bright green with orange baby dinosaur on them. His mother had thought it was adorable and it was great to brighten up the room. Jordan had always wondered about his mom's sense of style. He stopped looking at the curtains and turned on the water. As he waited for the water to warm up he went over to the sink and brushed his teeth. He flashed himself a smile before walking over to the tub. He checked the water and stripped of the only article of clothing he had been wearing, which were his boxers. He pulled the little tab thing on top of the facet so the bath would turn into a shower. He got into the tub and closed the curtains, getting the shampoo to wash his hair.
Jay went back into his room when his shower was done and went over to his dresser. The male pulled on a pair of boxer then went over to his closet. He scanned the articles, and wondered what to wear. Whoa James! Getting a little girly here! Jordan sighed and pulled out baggy jeans, a white polo and his Hollister jacket. He went down stairs and sat in the kitchen with an uneaten bowl of cereal in front of him. He moved the cereal around slowly before taking his first bite. He hated Frosted Flakes; his mother should have known that by now. Well, no one's perfect so he ate the cereal without a word. His mother had scurried off a few minutes earlier, leaving him in the small house by himself. That didn't bother the male at all. He had to leave soon anyway. He finished the breakfast and rinsed off his bowl, leaving it in the sink. His mother hated it when he did that, but it was too early for him to remember that. He went into the living room and flopped down on the couch, grabbing his cell phone off the small table next to the couch. He flipped it open and turned it on before checking all his new messages.
Once those were read he stood up and stretched. He put on his white shoes and walked outside. His car, the love of his life was sitting in the drive way. He got into his car and started the long drive to school. Well, it wasn't that long but when you add the word long it just makes it seem better. When he got to school he pulled his car into a parking space and got out of the car. He walked by some girls and smiled. They waved, happy that they were actually getting attention from the school jock. Hey, what could he say? He was a nice guy. He liked being nice, but hey he was still pretty manly! I mean, just look at those abs you could see through the well fitting shirt! It was enough to make a lot of girls, and even some guys, stare! He was pretty proud of that too. He had been working out every day for a while now and he thought it had paid off nicely. He walked to the front of the school and took out his cell phone.
He read the message over and smiled. He nodded at it and hit send. The male went into the Commons, or cafeteria, and sat down at a table. People were eating school served breakfast or just sitting around chatting. The 'Jock' was talked to by a few people, who he happily chatted with, but he was really looking for his party-loving best friend. He's had a small crush on him for a while but there was no way he could break up with Olivia. That would smash her heart into pieces! He could never hurt her, she was such a nice person once you get to know her. She might have let popularity get to her head but she was very smart and beautiful. Besides Aaron didn't even like him anyway. They were just friends and that's all they would ever be. Besides Jay shouldn't even be looking at guys anyway! The head jock of the school shouldn't be checking out dudes instead of chicks!
Jordan was almost the complete opposite of his mother, Carry. He was tall, and thin, with very light skin, and a well toned body. Carry was sure he got his looks from her side of the family, but his father begged to differ. She guessed it really didn't matter as she looked down at her sleeping son. A small smile crept onto her small lips, and she reached out a hand. She pushed her son's hair out of his face, frowning when she noticed he went to bed with his headphones in again. She was glad that he didn't listen to his music really loud. She didn't want him bursting his eardrums out. She glanced around his room, looking at the things he had. There were band poster all over the blue walls. His room was clean and organized, with lifting weights in one corner and a place to read in the other. His mother was always afraid with those weights in the room. She didn't want him to get up in the middle on the night and accidently crush his toe with one. The frown that had graced her lips faded away as she heard her son sigh softly and turn in his sleep. She hated to wake him from his peaceful slumber, but she knew he had to get out of bed to get to school.
"Jordan, sweetie it's time to get up." Carry's soft voice cooed as she shook her son's shoulder. Jordan let out a soft groan and opened his eyes. His mother smiled at him and kissed his forehead before leaving the room. Jay forced himself to sit up, the blankets that had covered him slipped down his bare chest. With a sigh he kicked his bare legs over the side of his bed. He stood up and stumbled out of his room. He went down that hall into the small bathroom. He pushed back the green and orange shower curtains, smiling a little when he looked at them. They were bright green with orange baby dinosaur on them. His mother had thought it was adorable and it was great to brighten up the room. Jordan had always wondered about his mom's sense of style. He stopped looking at the curtains and turned on the water. As he waited for the water to warm up he went over to the sink and brushed his teeth. He flashed himself a smile before walking over to the tub. He checked the water and stripped of the only article of clothing he had been wearing, which were his boxers. He pulled the little tab thing on top of the facet so the bath would turn into a shower. He got into the tub and closed the curtains, getting the shampoo to wash his hair.
Jay went back into his room when his shower was done and went over to his dresser. The male pulled on a pair of boxer then went over to his closet. He scanned the articles, and wondered what to wear. Whoa James! Getting a little girly here! Jordan sighed and pulled out baggy jeans, a white polo and his Hollister jacket. He went down stairs and sat in the kitchen with an uneaten bowl of cereal in front of him. He moved the cereal around slowly before taking his first bite. He hated Frosted Flakes; his mother should have known that by now. Well, no one's perfect so he ate the cereal without a word. His mother had scurried off a few minutes earlier, leaving him in the small house by himself. That didn't bother the male at all. He had to leave soon anyway. He finished the breakfast and rinsed off his bowl, leaving it in the sink. His mother hated it when he did that, but it was too early for him to remember that. He went into the living room and flopped down on the couch, grabbing his cell phone off the small table next to the couch. He flipped it open and turned it on before checking all his new messages.
Once those were read he stood up and stretched. He put on his white shoes and walked outside. His car, the love of his life was sitting in the drive way. He got into his car and started the long drive to school. Well, it wasn't that long but when you add the word long it just makes it seem better. When he got to school he pulled his car into a parking space and got out of the car. He walked by some girls and smiled. They waved, happy that they were actually getting attention from the school jock. Hey, what could he say? He was a nice guy. He liked being nice, but hey he was still pretty manly! I mean, just look at those abs you could see through the well fitting shirt! It was enough to make a lot of girls, and even some guys, stare! He was pretty proud of that too. He had been working out every day for a while now and he thought it had paid off nicely. He walked to the front of the school and took out his cell phone.
To Liv♥
Love Jay♥
Olivia dear are you up yet?
I'll meet you in the Commons.
I love you baby.
Love Jay♥
Olivia dear are you up yet?
I'll meet you in the Commons.
I love you baby.
He read the message over and smiled. He nodded at it and hit send. The male went into the Commons, or cafeteria, and sat down at a table. People were eating school served breakfast or just sitting around chatting. The 'Jock' was talked to by a few people, who he happily chatted with, but he was really looking for his party-loving best friend. He's had a small crush on him for a while but there was no way he could break up with Olivia. That would smash her heart into pieces! He could never hurt her, she was such a nice person once you get to know her. She might have let popularity get to her head but she was very smart and beautiful. Besides Aaron didn't even like him anyway. They were just friends and that's all they would ever be. Besides Jay shouldn't even be looking at guys anyway! The head jock of the school shouldn't be checking out dudes instead of chicks!
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"Its Pronounced Cal-i-way. Not Call-a-way. Cal! It Rhymes with Pal!"
Alexander James Callaway
"Mr. Callway's Rebellious Son"
Mr. Romeo
There was complete and udder silence. Nothing made a sound as the sun rose gracefully. No birds sung to one another, no dogs bark in the distance. No babies cried out for their mother's milk in the early morning light, even the trees seemed hushed as the wind wound through their branches. A large elegant green house stood on the silent street, casting a shadow onto the barely light road. Inside the house, down the hall, and in the first door on the left laid a male. The house belonged to the Callaway's, a name everyone in the city knew and the male on the large four poster bed and none other than the heir to the families business. He laid out awkwardly on the bed, eye closed, and mouth slightly open. Messy dirty blonde hair hid parts of his face, but the shimmering from his nose and lip piercing could still be seen. The man was awake yes, but barely. He had been drifting in and out of his dreamland for a while now. Too comfortable to move, that would have been his excuse if you would have asked why he wasn't up. The clock on his nightstand showed the numbers 5:30 in an eerie green color. Truth be told the male should have been up thirty minutes ago, but he was too tired. The male was about to go back to sleep until a small, tan, slightly plump lady walked in. The male opened on eye groggily, but closed it again. It was just his house keeper coming to wake him up.
Alexander liked his housekeeper, Carry. She was a short, tan, plump, sweet, blacked haired woman while he was tall, and thin, with very light skin, and a well toned body. Carry was sure he got his looks from his mother's side of the family, but his father begged to differ. She guessed it really didn't matter as she looked down at the sleeping heir. A small smile crept onto her small lips, and she reached out a hand. She pushed her Alexander's hair out of his face, frowning when she noticed he went to bed with his headphones in again. She was glad that he didn't listen to his music really loud. She didn't want him bursting his eardrums out; his parents would surely blame it on her. She glanced around his room, looking at the things he had. There were band poster all over the blue walls. His room was clean and organized, with lifting weights in one corner and a place to read in the other. His mother was always afraid with those weights in the room. She didn't want him to get up in the middle on the night and accidently crush his toe with one, but he refused to let Carrie put them somewhere safer. The frown that had graced her lips faded away as she heard the boy sigh softly and turn in his sleep. She hated to wake him from his peaceful slumber but she knew he had to get out of bed; he had an important meeting to go to with his father.
"James it's time to get up." Carry's soft voice cooed as she shook the sleeping boy's shoulder. Alexander let out a soft groan and opened his eyes. His housekeeper smiled at him and told him he needed to hurry before she left the room. Zander forced himself to sit up, the blankets that had covered him slipped down his bare chest. With a sigh he kicked his bare legs over the side of his bed, and stumbled out of his room. He went down that hall into the small bathroom. He pushed back the green and orange shower curtains, smiling a little when he looked at them. They were bright green with orange baby dinosaur on them. His mother had thought it was adorable and it was great to brighten up the room, she said he didn't need to be so serious all the time. Zander had always wondered about his mom's sense of style. He stopped looking at the curtains and turned on the water. As he waited for the water to warm up he went over to the sink and brushed his teeth. He flashed himself a smile before walking over to the tub. He checked the water and stripped of the only article of clothing he had been wearing, which were his boxers. He pulled the little tab thing on top of the facet so the bath would turn into a shower and got into the tub and closed the curtains, getting the shampoo to wash his hair.
Alexander went back into his room when his shower was done and went over to his dresser. The male pulled on a pair of boxer then went over to his closet. He scanned the articles, and wondered what to wear. He needed something formal, but not overly formal. Alexander sighed and pulled out a button down white shirt, black dress pants, and a business suit jacket. He went down stairs and sat in the kitchen where he found Carrie happily making him breakfast. She served him eggs with toast and hash browns before pouring him a glass of milk. His mother had scurried off a few minutes earlier, leaving to go do whatever she pleased. That didn't bother the male at all though. He had to leave soon anyway. He finished the breakfast and handed Carrie the plate, thanking her and telling her how delicious it was. He went into the living room and flopped down on the couch, grabbing his cell phone off the small table next to the couch. He flipped it open and turned it on before checking all his new messages. Most of them were from Ben and Mark, which he replied too quickly.
Once those were read and replied to he stood up and stretched. He put on his black dress shoes and looked around for his father. The stern looking man walked into the room wearing a suit. "Now listen to me Alexander. You are to keep quiet unless spoken to and do not bother anyone there. You understand me?" The man asked his son, who nodded as a response. The man walked out the door and got in his own car, waiting for James to get into his. His car, the love of his life was sitting in the drive way. He got into his car and started it up, waiting for his dad to lead the way to the place they were headed. He sat through the long car ride in silence, not bothering with the radio or anything. Well, it wasn't that long but when you add the word long it just makes it seem better. When he got to the building he pulled his car into a parking space and got out of the car. The place was so much bigger than he had expected. He stared in awe as they entered the building, noticing the name on the walls. They were in 'McAllister's' territory, their rival business men. Alexander smirked and pulled out his cell phone, quickly texting his cousin Ben and his friend Mark.
You see, Alexander isn't a quiet boy who listens to his father. No, he only got the little talk to from daddy dearest because he is a stubborn trouble making kid with nothing better to do than bug people. Now that he was in McAllister territory, it was time to do something beyond awesome. He had enough time before the meeting, if Ben and Mark go there quickly, to do something fun. That thought was diminished as they entered the elevator and headed toward the meeting room though. He guessed he'd have to wait until after the boring get together to stir things up. Alexander wasn't even really sure why he was going, it wasn't his business yet and to tell you the truth he didn't want the business. It was just a bunch of boring old people talk to him. As Alexander pulled out his cell phone when it vibrated his father looked over. "You better not be telling Ben and that trouble making friend of yours to come over here." The male whispered sternly, getting a small smile from James. "Of course not father. I wouldn't dream of it." He replied, batting his eyelashes. Before his father could say anything else the door opened and he stepped out, waiting for a second for his son. Alexander looked down at his phone again as they walked down the hallway and smirked when he read the reply.
Alexander told them to wait until the meeting was over before he slipped the phone in his pocket. His father opened one of the doors and they entered a large room with a round table in it. Without shaking hands they sat down immediately, Alexander taking a seat across from a male about the same age as him. He was pretty cute and Alexander found himself smirking but before he could say anything his father spoke up. "Mr. McAllister, this is my son Alexander." His father said in his boring business like tone. James reached out his hand and briefly shook the older McAllister's hand before his father started to go on about the deal offer or something like that.
Alexander liked his housekeeper, Carry. She was a short, tan, plump, sweet, blacked haired woman while he was tall, and thin, with very light skin, and a well toned body. Carry was sure he got his looks from his mother's side of the family, but his father begged to differ. She guessed it really didn't matter as she looked down at the sleeping heir. A small smile crept onto her small lips, and she reached out a hand. She pushed her Alexander's hair out of his face, frowning when she noticed he went to bed with his headphones in again. She was glad that he didn't listen to his music really loud. She didn't want him bursting his eardrums out; his parents would surely blame it on her. She glanced around his room, looking at the things he had. There were band poster all over the blue walls. His room was clean and organized, with lifting weights in one corner and a place to read in the other. His mother was always afraid with those weights in the room. She didn't want him to get up in the middle on the night and accidently crush his toe with one, but he refused to let Carrie put them somewhere safer. The frown that had graced her lips faded away as she heard the boy sigh softly and turn in his sleep. She hated to wake him from his peaceful slumber but she knew he had to get out of bed; he had an important meeting to go to with his father.
"James it's time to get up." Carry's soft voice cooed as she shook the sleeping boy's shoulder. Alexander let out a soft groan and opened his eyes. His housekeeper smiled at him and told him he needed to hurry before she left the room. Zander forced himself to sit up, the blankets that had covered him slipped down his bare chest. With a sigh he kicked his bare legs over the side of his bed, and stumbled out of his room. He went down that hall into the small bathroom. He pushed back the green and orange shower curtains, smiling a little when he looked at them. They were bright green with orange baby dinosaur on them. His mother had thought it was adorable and it was great to brighten up the room, she said he didn't need to be so serious all the time. Zander had always wondered about his mom's sense of style. He stopped looking at the curtains and turned on the water. As he waited for the water to warm up he went over to the sink and brushed his teeth. He flashed himself a smile before walking over to the tub. He checked the water and stripped of the only article of clothing he had been wearing, which were his boxers. He pulled the little tab thing on top of the facet so the bath would turn into a shower and got into the tub and closed the curtains, getting the shampoo to wash his hair.
Alexander went back into his room when his shower was done and went over to his dresser. The male pulled on a pair of boxer then went over to his closet. He scanned the articles, and wondered what to wear. He needed something formal, but not overly formal. Alexander sighed and pulled out a button down white shirt, black dress pants, and a business suit jacket. He went down stairs and sat in the kitchen where he found Carrie happily making him breakfast. She served him eggs with toast and hash browns before pouring him a glass of milk. His mother had scurried off a few minutes earlier, leaving to go do whatever she pleased. That didn't bother the male at all though. He had to leave soon anyway. He finished the breakfast and handed Carrie the plate, thanking her and telling her how delicious it was. He went into the living room and flopped down on the couch, grabbing his cell phone off the small table next to the couch. He flipped it open and turned it on before checking all his new messages. Most of them were from Ben and Mark, which he replied too quickly.
Once those were read and replied to he stood up and stretched. He put on his black dress shoes and looked around for his father. The stern looking man walked into the room wearing a suit. "Now listen to me Alexander. You are to keep quiet unless spoken to and do not bother anyone there. You understand me?" The man asked his son, who nodded as a response. The man walked out the door and got in his own car, waiting for James to get into his. His car, the love of his life was sitting in the drive way. He got into his car and started it up, waiting for his dad to lead the way to the place they were headed. He sat through the long car ride in silence, not bothering with the radio or anything. Well, it wasn't that long but when you add the word long it just makes it seem better. When he got to the building he pulled his car into a parking space and got out of the car. The place was so much bigger than he had expected. He stared in awe as they entered the building, noticing the name on the walls. They were in 'McAllister's' territory, their rival business men. Alexander smirked and pulled out his cell phone, quickly texting his cousin Ben and his friend Mark.
What's up boys?
Come down to the McAllister's main building.
Let's stir things up!
Come down to the McAllister's main building.
Let's stir things up!
You see, Alexander isn't a quiet boy who listens to his father. No, he only got the little talk to from daddy dearest because he is a stubborn trouble making kid with nothing better to do than bug people. Now that he was in McAllister territory, it was time to do something beyond awesome. He had enough time before the meeting, if Ben and Mark go there quickly, to do something fun. That thought was diminished as they entered the elevator and headed toward the meeting room though. He guessed he'd have to wait until after the boring get together to stir things up. Alexander wasn't even really sure why he was going, it wasn't his business yet and to tell you the truth he didn't want the business. It was just a bunch of boring old people talk to him. As Alexander pulled out his cell phone when it vibrated his father looked over. "You better not be telling Ben and that trouble making friend of yours to come over here." The male whispered sternly, getting a small smile from James. "Of course not father. I wouldn't dream of it." He replied, batting his eyelashes. Before his father could say anything else the door opened and he stepped out, waiting for a second for his son. Alexander looked down at his phone again as they walked down the hallway and smirked when he read the reply.
From: Ben
To: Callaway III
Sounds good man.
I'll get Mark and we'll be soon.
To: Callaway III
Sounds good man.
I'll get Mark and we'll be soon.
Alexander told them to wait until the meeting was over before he slipped the phone in his pocket. His father opened one of the doors and they entered a large room with a round table in it. Without shaking hands they sat down immediately, Alexander taking a seat across from a male about the same age as him. He was pretty cute and Alexander found himself smirking but before he could say anything his father spoke up. "Mr. McAllister, this is my son Alexander." His father said in his boring business like tone. James reached out his hand and briefly shook the older McAllister's hand before his father started to go on about the deal offer or something like that.
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"But soft! What light through yonder window breaks? It is the east and Juliet is the sun."
Alexander James Callaway III
Mr. Romeo
Alexander sat back and pretended to listen, glancing at the other son every once and a while with a smirk. He sure was cute and Alexander liked cute. The male listened to his father drone on and on, slipping out his cell phone and texting Ben. His father was saying something about how the McAllister's needed to stop trying to steal their territory or something like that and Alexander rolled his eyes. That's all he ever heard out his father. 'The McAllister's did this' and 'The McAllister's did that', sometimes he felt like he was listening to a little kid whine about how someone stole their ball. It annoyed him to no end, but he knew if he said something now his father would be very displeased. That's why he had kept quiet the whole time; he didn't want to hear a speech from his father. Right as he sent a text his father looked over at him and sighed angrily, taking the cell phone from his son and putting it in his pocket. "Alexander! Have you heard a word we were saying?" His father whispered harshly to him and James nodded at him. "You were talking about how to better distinguish the territories." Alexander muttered in a bored tone. His father seemed pleased that his son was actually listening and asked him what he thought should be done.
"Knock off the stupid feud." Alexander simply said with a shrug. Alexander senior looked over at his son with a glare and told him to be quiet before speaking to the older McAllister again. "Well, you asked for my opinion." James mumbled, leaning back in the chair and staring at the ceiling. "I swear boy, sometimes I don't even know why I bring you." His father said into his hand as he rubbed his temples. "I don't know why either." Alex answered, glancing over to see his father's reaction. It wasn't a good one; his face flushed angrily and looked over at his only child. "Boy, don't say another word!" The father snapped to his son before apologizing for his son's rude behavior. Alexander rolled his eyes once again and let out a sigh, sitting right in his chair and taking out a piece of paper. While the two older males were arguing he scribbled a note down and folded it into a triangle. He flicked it at the younger McAllister and smiled. On the paper held the note:
He smirked and leaned back in his chair once again, listening unwillingly. The meeting seemed to take forever and Alexander hated being bored. He needed to find something to entertain himself. His father had his cell phone so he couldn't play games or text or anything. What else to do in this boring office? Well he could say something so his father would kick him out, then he could go explore the place. If he did that though he would have to tear his eyes away from the handsome young man sitting across from him. He wasn't quite sure why he felt so strongly for the boy, he hadn't spoken to him and it was there first time meeting. 'It must be how Romeo felt for Juliet when he fell in love as soon as he saw her at the ball.' Alexander thought with a smirk. Cliché thinking but maybe he was right. Hopefully it didn't end like the wonderful tragedy. Alexander founding himself smirking again and winked at the young McAllister, wondering if he was going to read the note.
"Knock off the stupid feud." Alexander simply said with a shrug. Alexander senior looked over at his son with a glare and told him to be quiet before speaking to the older McAllister again. "Well, you asked for my opinion." James mumbled, leaning back in the chair and staring at the ceiling. "I swear boy, sometimes I don't even know why I bring you." His father said into his hand as he rubbed his temples. "I don't know why either." Alex answered, glancing over to see his father's reaction. It wasn't a good one; his face flushed angrily and looked over at his only child. "Boy, don't say another word!" The father snapped to his son before apologizing for his son's rude behavior. Alexander rolled his eyes once again and let out a sigh, sitting right in his chair and taking out a piece of paper. While the two older males were arguing he scribbled a note down and folded it into a triangle. He flicked it at the younger McAllister and smiled. On the paper held the note:
'Did my heart love 'til now? Forswear its sight. For I never saw true beauty 'til this night.'
- Romeo.
- Romeo.
He smirked and leaned back in his chair once again, listening unwillingly. The meeting seemed to take forever and Alexander hated being bored. He needed to find something to entertain himself. His father had his cell phone so he couldn't play games or text or anything. What else to do in this boring office? Well he could say something so his father would kick him out, then he could go explore the place. If he did that though he would have to tear his eyes away from the handsome young man sitting across from him. He wasn't quite sure why he felt so strongly for the boy, he hadn't spoken to him and it was there first time meeting. 'It must be how Romeo felt for Juliet when he fell in love as soon as he saw her at the ball.' Alexander thought with a smirk. Cliché thinking but maybe he was right. Hopefully it didn't end like the wonderful tragedy. Alexander founding himself smirking again and winked at the young McAllister, wondering if he was going to read the note.
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Gray
"Easily Distracted? I don't know w- Ooh shiny!"
Light poured through the small open window of a young boy's room. He was curled up in a ball under the blankets, wide wake but not wanting to move. He stretched out suddenly and accidently banged his head against the wall that connected to his older sister's room. The male let out a yelp and rubbed is head before literally rolling out of bed. He caused another thud as he hit the floor. He picked up the blankets that fell with him and wadded them up and threw them on the bed. The boy bounced to the bathroom and quickly stripped of all his clothes. He turned on the water and jumped in before it warmed up, letting out a loud girly shriek when the ice water poured on him. He got his shower over quickly and jumped out, grabbing a towel and throwing it around him. He bounced back to his room and searched through his closet. He bit his lip as he looked at everything before throwing an outfit on his bed. He doubted his father would approve of it but he quickly threw it on. He examined himself in the mirror before giving wide smile. He thought he looked cute.
Gray walked out of his room and started down the stairs, not surprisingly tripping and tumbling down. He landed on his back at the bottom of the stairs where he stayed for a moment. He pushed himself up and walked into the kitchen, where he saw his father who was drinking coffee. Gray pouted and crossed his arms before saying in a whiney tone, "Daddy I fell down the stairs." Gray's mornings were probably the loudest in the house, but he couldn't help it. He was a very clumsy kid with ADHD. Gray eyed the coffee for a second before turning away and walking over to the fridge. He pulled it open and stared into for a moment before shutting it and sitting at the table. He opened his mouth to say something to his father, but his eyes wondered to a fly on the wall and he shut his mouth and watched the fly for a moment. He turned away from the fly and back to his father, looking at him as though he was waiting for the man to say something. His eyes flickered over the kitchen and back to his father once again, before he stood up and walked back to the fridge. He grabbed a yogurt and a spoon and sat down at the table once again. The boy didn't seem to remember the party at all.
--- Sorry it's so short hon---
Gray walked out of his room and started down the stairs, not surprisingly tripping and tumbling down. He landed on his back at the bottom of the stairs where he stayed for a moment. He pushed himself up and walked into the kitchen, where he saw his father who was drinking coffee. Gray pouted and crossed his arms before saying in a whiney tone, "Daddy I fell down the stairs." Gray's mornings were probably the loudest in the house, but he couldn't help it. He was a very clumsy kid with ADHD. Gray eyed the coffee for a second before turning away and walking over to the fridge. He pulled it open and stared into for a moment before shutting it and sitting at the table. He opened his mouth to say something to his father, but his eyes wondered to a fly on the wall and he shut his mouth and watched the fly for a moment. He turned away from the fly and back to his father, looking at him as though he was waiting for the man to say something. His eyes flickered over the kitchen and back to his father once again, before he stood up and walked back to the fridge. He grabbed a yogurt and a spoon and sat down at the table once again. The boy didn't seem to remember the party at all.
--- Sorry it's so short hon---
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Gray
"Easily Distracted? I don't know w- Ooh shiny!"
Gray was a little disappointed when he didn't get much of an answer from his father but he just ate his yogurt. His sister came into the kitchen and Gray gave her a happy smile. Mellow was such a quiet girl, always tucked up in her room or working out. He wondered why she didn't hang out with him but he never said anything about it. He didn't want to bother the girl with anything. Gray's concentration was broken when he heard the fly that he had been watching now buzz around his head. He swatted at the fly for a moment until he heard his father speaking to him. His head looked up and he stared at his father for a moment. Go get the mail? Man that really sucked. He was too lazy to get up from his comfy chair to go outside to get the silly mail, but his father did ask nicely. "Fine." He said with a sigh. He got up and threw away his yogurt cup. He stood in the middle of the kitchen for a moment as though trying to remember what to do, before he snapped his fingers and skipped to the front door. He ignored Syn, whom he didn't even hear because he was focused on something else, and continued to the door.
Gray opened the door and walked past the male in the yard without a glance. He was staring at the ground, listening to the sound his heels made on the pavement. The boy got the the mail box and sighed when he realized someone else had gotten it. He folded his arms angrily and headed back to the house, determined to give someone a talking to. As he passed the yard again he glanced over, giving a loud scream when he saw a man laying in the yard. He calmed down and apologized, before scurrying over to the guy. He recognized him as Emmy, the neighbor that jogged all the time. Gray smiled at him as he walked up, placing a hand on his hip when he stopped. "What are you doing in the yard?" He asked cutely as he tilted his head. He glanced over the man and noticed he seemed to by holding his knee. "Are you hurt? I'll get a band aid." He knew he must have sounded childish, but in truth he was. His father knew that for a fact.
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Gray opened the door and walked past the male in the yard without a glance. He was staring at the ground, listening to the sound his heels made on the pavement. The boy got the the mail box and sighed when he realized someone else had gotten it. He folded his arms angrily and headed back to the house, determined to give someone a talking to. As he passed the yard again he glanced over, giving a loud scream when he saw a man laying in the yard. He calmed down and apologized, before scurrying over to the guy. He recognized him as Emmy, the neighbor that jogged all the time. Gray smiled at him as he walked up, placing a hand on his hip when he stopped. "What are you doing in the yard?" He asked cutely as he tilted his head. He glanced over the man and noticed he seemed to by holding his knee. "Are you hurt? I'll get a band aid." He knew he must have sounded childish, but in truth he was. His father knew that for a fact.
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Gray
"Easily Distracted? I don't know w- Ooh shiny!"
Gray looked over at Charlotte and gave her a small smile. He forgot why he was standing in the yard for a moment before he looked at the ground and saw Emmy. He opened his mouth to say something to him, but a bird flew over head and he quickly looked up to watch it. Yume began to talk to Charlotte, and he pouted a little. He come he didn't get invited to the store? Gray never really went anywhere during his summer. He mostly stayed home and ran around the house, giving his father a hard time. Of course if his father was too stressed Gray would use his power to help him, which his father frowned upon. Syn came outside and hopped into the car also and Gray pouted again. Well fine then! He didn't want to go anyway! Emmy began speaking to him and Gray looked back over. He smiled and flopped on the ground next to the male. He pulled his knees to his chest and stared at a bird across the street before kicking out his legs and lying down. The sky seemed bright today, and he didn't see many clouds. He hoped the cleared up, because no clouds were a good luck sign. Everyone in his family knew Gray was always on the search for good luck signs, and he usually wouldn't start his day until he read his horoscope. He was a very strange boy that was sure.
The male looked behind him and saw his father on the porch reading the paper, and the boy gave a wide smile. "Hi daddy! Look who I found!" The boy said excitedly as he pointed at Emmy. Gray rolled over in the grass so he was now on his stomach, kicking his feet back and forth in the air. He heard someone walking behind him on the side walk but he didn't turn around. It took a lot to not get distracted and keep one train of thought. He wasn't going to start off this day too different from the rest. Gray had to keep some sort of schedule that was the same everyday or he would forget what to do more easily and he would find himself wandering around the house getting distracted by everything. "Daddy, what does my horoscope say?" Gray asked, wondering if he had grabbed that section of the paper. Gray was born October twenty-Seventh so he was a Scorpio. Before his dad had time to answer though, Gray looked behind him to see who was walking. It was Chase, another guy who lived not far down the street. He was cute, but a little too old for Gray's taste. Emmy though, was not. Oh that's right! He had forgotten all about Emmy. The male looked beside him and smiled at the older man, wondering if he was going to go to the pool party. Gray mentally slapped himself in the face when he remembered the party. "Dad, why didn't you remind me about the party today?" The boy asked as he looked up at his father.
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The male looked behind him and saw his father on the porch reading the paper, and the boy gave a wide smile. "Hi daddy! Look who I found!" The boy said excitedly as he pointed at Emmy. Gray rolled over in the grass so he was now on his stomach, kicking his feet back and forth in the air. He heard someone walking behind him on the side walk but he didn't turn around. It took a lot to not get distracted and keep one train of thought. He wasn't going to start off this day too different from the rest. Gray had to keep some sort of schedule that was the same everyday or he would forget what to do more easily and he would find himself wandering around the house getting distracted by everything. "Daddy, what does my horoscope say?" Gray asked, wondering if he had grabbed that section of the paper. Gray was born October twenty-Seventh so he was a Scorpio. Before his dad had time to answer though, Gray looked behind him to see who was walking. It was Chase, another guy who lived not far down the street. He was cute, but a little too old for Gray's taste. Emmy though, was not. Oh that's right! He had forgotten all about Emmy. The male looked beside him and smiled at the older man, wondering if he was going to go to the pool party. Gray mentally slapped himself in the face when he remembered the party. "Dad, why didn't you remind me about the party today?" The boy asked as he looked up at his father.
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Sweet Sounding Silence
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Hi I'm Oliver Matthew Coles
The Basics
My eyes Brown
I didnt dye it! Brown
Yes Their real! My lip is peirced and I have way too tattoos to even list!
I can see to 5'5"
The scale says One hundred Pounds
Dont tease me I'm Hilarious! Hahaha just kidding! I'm hyper and almost always happy. I love making people laugh and I usually go out of my way to do so. I do have attention-deficit hyperactivity disorder, or ADHD, which I do take pills for. If I don't have my pills I get, well it would be easier for you to read the symptoms rather than me just listing them. If I'm not bouncing around and cracking jokes than I'm sleeping or entertained by a movie. When I was little my mother used to just put in a movie to calm me down, I can sit for hours just watching horror or comedy movies. I just need to bounce my leg or have a stress ball or something.
I do like to hear Oli or Oliver
Lets Get Personal
I'll keep you my dirty little secret I am actually self-cautious and I am always terrified that I will make a joke and no one will laugh. Also I can't swim and I throw up every time I go somewhere really high.
The name makes me smile Ian and Alexander
This name is evil -And I dont hear it often
I want to scream it to the world Tom Petty and the Heartbreaker- I Won't back down
My Biggest Secrets
As the story goes
Two young lovers decided to make their relationship just a bit more serious, so they headed out to a nice serene place and crawled into the back of the car. Nine months later the couple had a baby boy that was the light of their life. They finalized their love by marriage and worked hard to care for the baby they named Oliver Matthew. Almost a year to the day later Lillian gave birth again to another boy they named Mercutio Romeo and they were thrilled with him too. Oliver's parents realized he was ADHD when he started kindergarten and they go him pills for it. His parents slowly began drifting apart, but they played the happy couple well. When Lillian got pregnant once again Oliver's father began wondering if he was the only man in her life. The male hired someone to follow her around for a while and he caught her with a buddy of his he had shown Lillian at a club one night. The divorce was finalized not long after and their father had won both of his children in court. Oliver grew up in a happy household with his father and brother, who he was very close to. They were very happy in their small town despite Lillian constant annoying phone calls. Oliver's father had moved on and had started dating a male, which caused Oliver and Mercutio to ask questions. When Oli's father started talking about loving someone for love and not for gender Oliver slowly started to realize how cute boys were.
Life had never been a problem for Oliver. His father told him he just joked his way through school, and the male could never figure out if he meant it in a good or a bad way. He passed Junior high with all C's and he was quite proud of that. He always had a hard time concentrating but he did his best and he usually passed. The only class he excelled in was Drama, where he got an A in all the comedy roles. Don't get me wrong he can get into just about any character but he can just get into a funny role more casually. I loved acting and always had a dream to become the best comedy actor ever.
But my mind says that
Highschool is just for learning, but I'll make it fun!
((Not my skeleton. Credit to xXxN3oN_CraYoNzxXx))
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♥♥♥→Cameron Gray Harris←
He was in a cold room, standing with bare feet on a cement floor. Why was it so cold? He didn't know why, he didn't even know where he was. Gray looked around, seeing he was in a pure white room with no windows and only one door. He was dressed in a black tee shirt, a checkered green and white jacket and baggy blue jeans. The barefooted male padded towards the door, pulling on it to find it, to his surprise, unlocked. He pocked his head at the door to see a long, equally bright white, hallway with a door open at one end. Since Gray didn't see anyone coming he walked toward the open door, wondering if it would lead him out of where ever he was. A chill went down his spine as he got closer to the door and considered going back, but it was almost like the room was pulling it toward him. He got to the door and looked inside, meeting the site of a dimly lit room. It wasn't as white as the other room and it had silver drawers on one of the walls. One table was in the middle of the room with something on it that was covered in a white sheet. Gray saw one of the drawers was partially open, and it had a name on it. Gray walked past the object on the table and up to the drawer. He bent down to read the name and gasped, backing up quickly. On the drawer was 'Matthew S. Kohler. Beaten with a Blunt Force Object.' Cameron shook his head and backed away from the drawer. Was he in a mortuary? Than who was under the sheet? He was terrified to check, but his curiosity got the best of him. He cautiously walked over to the table and pulled up the sheet by the feet, where he knew a tag would be. They’re hooked onto a toe was a tag with a name and information on it. On it said 'Cameron G. Harris. Suicide.' How could this be happening? He wasn't dead, was he? No, last thing he remember his boyfriend had convinced him to stay the night. Gray had gotten angry about something and had hit Matt before going to bed in a bad mood. Gray Shook his head and closed his eyes before taking a deep breath. He was just dreaming.
Gray woke up and looked around, seeing his boyfriend lying next to him. A small red mark had formed on the other's ace where Gray had hit him last night. The male let out a soft sigh and brushed the hair out of Matt's face before slipping out of bed. He got changed and left the room without waking his boyfriend. Despite what everyone thought, Gray did love the boy he just didn't know how to control his anger. He had gone to anger management before but it just pissed him off and he ended up hitting his love harder. He often felt bad for it but it was rare for him to apologize. He wasn't that kind of person. Gray didn't say a word or leave a note as he slipped on his shoes and left the apartment. He walked out of the building and sat on the front steps, taking out a cigarette. He watched the smoke swirl around and disappear as he exhaled it. Smoking was Gray relaxing method and it usually worked nicely. He smoked around a pack a day, depending on what mood he was in.
About an hour later he stood up and walked back into the apartment. It was still early, but Gray could hear the shower running. He grabbed his keys, walking out of the apartment once again. He locked the door behind him and ran down the stairs of the building. He went to his car and sat in the driver seat of a light blue Mercedes. As he took off he began chewing on his bottom lip and running his right hand through his hair. The window was down all the way and the music was turned up to a tolerable level. 'Silver and Cold' by A.F.I was playing and the male stopped biting his lip to sing along. He was drumming the steering wheel in a bored manner as though he really couldn't care about to get to where he was headed. When he stopped at a red light he grabbed a cigarette out of the box in one of the cup holders and grabbed his lighter. He lit up and took a long drag, exhaling through his nose. Where exactly was he going that would make him so bored? He was heading to go get some groceries; unfortunately the local store was about an hour away depending on traffic. Well, that must be hard huh? Having to drive an hour to two everyday to get the groceries. Well, it just fine with the small male. He didn't mind the traffic or anything. It took his mind off things. As he pulled up to another red he dug his phone out of his back pocket and quickly started typing. Who was he texting? Why Kayleb of course. Kayleb was his best friend, and one of the people who set up the party that had the opposite result of what was wanted.
As the male was pressing send the car behind him honked. Oh, hell no! The male wasn't going to take that! He leaned out the window and glared at the car behind him. "Hey! Start moving f*****t!" The bulky bald man yelled. Okay, that was it! He was about to get out of the car and go over there but he took a long look at that guy and just sighed. He turned back to the road and gunned it through the yellow light. He was pissed now but he tried to calm back down. He just sighed again and stuck the cigarette back in his mouth and inhaled deeply. He should have started driving earlier, but he hadn't expected the traffic to be so bad today. It wasn't a Friday or anything. He should have known though, with his luck he was surprised it wasn't two hours away or something. He wondered why he had chosen a store so far away from the place he lived in, even though he hated driving. He didn't know why he hated it but he did, he didn't mind sitting in traffic but driving drove him crazy. Maybe it was because of people like the guy behind him. Or maybe it was because of all the stupid red lights! Gray sighed for the third time and stopped, drumming on steering wheel again. This time Alex started driving as soon as the light was green instead of getting distracted, well until Kay replied.
Cameron bit his lip gently, like he usually did when he was thinking. Was he going out today or was he just going to spend time with Matt? He hadn't thought about that yet. Well he had time to think, since he pulled into traffic. He smiled and changed the song to 'What's my Age Again?' by Blink 182. He sang along while hitting reply on his phone. He knew what he was doing wasn't safe, or legal, but he really didn't care at the moment. All he had to do was send a simple reply to his best friend and that was it. It wasn't like he was sending an E-Mail on his laptop or changing pants or something else ridiculous. He re-read the message before looking up to take a left. He believed he was pretty close but he wasn't exactly sure at the moment since he decided to take a different way to the store today. He would just say he was so he could stop texting and pay attention to the road. He didn't want to get into an accident or anything. Cameron Gray hit send and once again began typing.
The send button was hit and the phone was put back in his pocket. He flipped through songs on his mixed CD until he found 'Abracadabra' by Sugar Ray. He put his cigarette in his ash tray and rolled up his window. He fixed his hair and took a right, smiling softly when he finally managed to get to the store. Now the store that he went to wasn't very big. It was just a small plain grocery store, like the one you and I go to. It looked like a smaller version of Winco. Gray turned into the parking lot and pulled into a spot. He turned off his car and got out, managing to trip as soon as he got out. He didn't understand how he always managed to do that. After straightening up his shirt he walked into the building, immediately met by one of the workers. They knew him by name since he dropped by every day. "There you are! I was wondering if you were coming today!" The worker exclaimed, smiling at the slightly annoyed male. "I started a little late." Gray mumbled as he grabbed a cart. "Well no worries! Have a good day Cameron!" The worker told him as they turned to go back to work. He nodded as he began to walk down the first aisle, trying to remember what Matt needed.
Gray wandered around the grocery store, examining the food on the shelves. Let's see, He didn't like onions on his pizza so he threw a plain cheese on into the cart. Cameron was a vegetarian so he had to get vegetarian eggs. He went down the list of what him and his love needed, throwing all the necessary stuff in the cart. When he hit the candy aisle his eyes scanned the shelves before he picked up one pack of his favorite candy, then did the same for Matt. Hopefully the other male would realize that was his apology for hitting him last night. As he started walking down the aisle he bit his lip and throwing more candy into the cart. When all the candy was in the cart he took it up to a register and started loading it onto a belt. "Hello sir! Find everything alright?" The perky blonde cashier asked. "Yes ma'am I did. Thank you." Gray answered with no real emotion in his voice. The young girl, probably in her early twenties, giggled and began to bag his food. When she, her name tag said 'Evelyn', got to the candy she glanced at him. "Having a party?" Eva asked with a smile. "No just wanted candy." Cameron told her, putting the bags in his cart. "Oh, so just going on a binge?" The blonde asked. Wow, nosy little thing. "Yes ma'am." Gray just answered politely. Eva nodded and continued her job. She got to all the vegetarian food and crinkled her nose. "You're a vegetarian?" She asked. "Yeah I am." He informed her, taking the bag out of her hand. She smiled and gave him the total, watching him scan his card. "Have a great day!" The blonde said happily as she handed Gray the receipt. He thanked her and told her to have a good day too.
Cameron had loaded the groceries in the back of his Mercedes and had started off towards his and his boyfriend's apartment. Rock music played through the speakers and he tapped his fingers to the beat. He slowed down at a red light and changed the station, finding a song he knew. When he light was green he drove forward, a few minutes later pulling into his parking spot. He got out of the car and got the groceries. When he walked into the apartment he saw Matt making breakfast. Gray set the bags of groceries on the table before empting the bags and putting the contents away. He did this silently, throwing the bags away when he was done. He walked over to Matt, who was making bacon. Gray was a vegetarian, so he didn't eat bacon but he did eat vegetarian eggs which he always kept in the house. He wrapped his arms around the other's waste and kissed his cheek, one of his small signs of affection that he actually showed. He let Matt go and sat at the table, examining him up and down. "You need to stop eating bacon." Gray told him seriously as he looked at his lover's stomach.
Gray woke up and looked around, seeing his boyfriend lying next to him. A small red mark had formed on the other's ace where Gray had hit him last night. The male let out a soft sigh and brushed the hair out of Matt's face before slipping out of bed. He got changed and left the room without waking his boyfriend. Despite what everyone thought, Gray did love the boy he just didn't know how to control his anger. He had gone to anger management before but it just pissed him off and he ended up hitting his love harder. He often felt bad for it but it was rare for him to apologize. He wasn't that kind of person. Gray didn't say a word or leave a note as he slipped on his shoes and left the apartment. He walked out of the building and sat on the front steps, taking out a cigarette. He watched the smoke swirl around and disappear as he exhaled it. Smoking was Gray relaxing method and it usually worked nicely. He smoked around a pack a day, depending on what mood he was in.
About an hour later he stood up and walked back into the apartment. It was still early, but Gray could hear the shower running. He grabbed his keys, walking out of the apartment once again. He locked the door behind him and ran down the stairs of the building. He went to his car and sat in the driver seat of a light blue Mercedes. As he took off he began chewing on his bottom lip and running his right hand through his hair. The window was down all the way and the music was turned up to a tolerable level. 'Silver and Cold' by A.F.I was playing and the male stopped biting his lip to sing along. He was drumming the steering wheel in a bored manner as though he really couldn't care about to get to where he was headed. When he stopped at a red light he grabbed a cigarette out of the box in one of the cup holders and grabbed his lighter. He lit up and took a long drag, exhaling through his nose. Where exactly was he going that would make him so bored? He was heading to go get some groceries; unfortunately the local store was about an hour away depending on traffic. Well, that must be hard huh? Having to drive an hour to two everyday to get the groceries. Well, it just fine with the small male. He didn't mind the traffic or anything. It took his mind off things. As he pulled up to another red he dug his phone out of his back pocket and quickly started typing. Who was he texting? Why Kayleb of course. Kayleb was his best friend, and one of the people who set up the party that had the opposite result of what was wanted.
To; Kayleb
Hay Kay. I'm so
bored. What's
up?
Hay Kay. I'm so
bored. What's
up?
As the male was pressing send the car behind him honked. Oh, hell no! The male wasn't going to take that! He leaned out the window and glared at the car behind him. "Hey! Start moving f*****t!" The bulky bald man yelled. Okay, that was it! He was about to get out of the car and go over there but he took a long look at that guy and just sighed. He turned back to the road and gunned it through the yellow light. He was pissed now but he tried to calm back down. He just sighed again and stuck the cigarette back in his mouth and inhaled deeply. He should have started driving earlier, but he hadn't expected the traffic to be so bad today. It wasn't a Friday or anything. He should have known though, with his luck he was surprised it wasn't two hours away or something. He wondered why he had chosen a store so far away from the place he lived in, even though he hated driving. He didn't know why he hated it but he did, he didn't mind sitting in traffic but driving drove him crazy. Maybe it was because of people like the guy behind him. Or maybe it was because of all the stupid red lights! Gray sighed for the third time and stopped, drumming on steering wheel again. This time Alex started driving as soon as the light was green instead of getting distracted, well until Kay replied.
To; Gray
I'm not doing
much. Are you
going go party
with me today?
I'm not doing
much. Are you
going go party
with me today?
Cameron bit his lip gently, like he usually did when he was thinking. Was he going out today or was he just going to spend time with Matt? He hadn't thought about that yet. Well he had time to think, since he pulled into traffic. He smiled and changed the song to 'What's my Age Again?' by Blink 182. He sang along while hitting reply on his phone. He knew what he was doing wasn't safe, or legal, but he really didn't care at the moment. All he had to do was send a simple reply to his best friend and that was it. It wasn't like he was sending an E-Mail on his laptop or changing pants or something else ridiculous. He re-read the message before looking up to take a left. He believed he was pretty close but he wasn't exactly sure at the moment since he decided to take a different way to the store today. He would just say he was so he could stop texting and pay attention to the road. He didn't want to get into an accident or anything. Cameron Gray hit send and once again began typing.
To; Kayleb
I'm not going
out tonight. I'm
Going to hang out
with Matt. Driving
now, bye.
I'm not going
out tonight. I'm
Going to hang out
with Matt. Driving
now, bye.
The send button was hit and the phone was put back in his pocket. He flipped through songs on his mixed CD until he found 'Abracadabra' by Sugar Ray. He put his cigarette in his ash tray and rolled up his window. He fixed his hair and took a right, smiling softly when he finally managed to get to the store. Now the store that he went to wasn't very big. It was just a small plain grocery store, like the one you and I go to. It looked like a smaller version of Winco. Gray turned into the parking lot and pulled into a spot. He turned off his car and got out, managing to trip as soon as he got out. He didn't understand how he always managed to do that. After straightening up his shirt he walked into the building, immediately met by one of the workers. They knew him by name since he dropped by every day. "There you are! I was wondering if you were coming today!" The worker exclaimed, smiling at the slightly annoyed male. "I started a little late." Gray mumbled as he grabbed a cart. "Well no worries! Have a good day Cameron!" The worker told him as they turned to go back to work. He nodded as he began to walk down the first aisle, trying to remember what Matt needed.
Gray wandered around the grocery store, examining the food on the shelves. Let's see, He didn't like onions on his pizza so he threw a plain cheese on into the cart. Cameron was a vegetarian so he had to get vegetarian eggs. He went down the list of what him and his love needed, throwing all the necessary stuff in the cart. When he hit the candy aisle his eyes scanned the shelves before he picked up one pack of his favorite candy, then did the same for Matt. Hopefully the other male would realize that was his apology for hitting him last night. As he started walking down the aisle he bit his lip and throwing more candy into the cart. When all the candy was in the cart he took it up to a register and started loading it onto a belt. "Hello sir! Find everything alright?" The perky blonde cashier asked. "Yes ma'am I did. Thank you." Gray answered with no real emotion in his voice. The young girl, probably in her early twenties, giggled and began to bag his food. When she, her name tag said 'Evelyn', got to the candy she glanced at him. "Having a party?" Eva asked with a smile. "No just wanted candy." Cameron told her, putting the bags in his cart. "Oh, so just going on a binge?" The blonde asked. Wow, nosy little thing. "Yes ma'am." Gray just answered politely. Eva nodded and continued her job. She got to all the vegetarian food and crinkled her nose. "You're a vegetarian?" She asked. "Yeah I am." He informed her, taking the bag out of her hand. She smiled and gave him the total, watching him scan his card. "Have a great day!" The blonde said happily as she handed Gray the receipt. He thanked her and told her to have a good day too.
Cameron had loaded the groceries in the back of his Mercedes and had started off towards his and his boyfriend's apartment. Rock music played through the speakers and he tapped his fingers to the beat. He slowed down at a red light and changed the station, finding a song he knew. When he light was green he drove forward, a few minutes later pulling into his parking spot. He got out of the car and got the groceries. When he walked into the apartment he saw Matt making breakfast. Gray set the bags of groceries on the table before empting the bags and putting the contents away. He did this silently, throwing the bags away when he was done. He walked over to Matt, who was making bacon. Gray was a vegetarian, so he didn't eat bacon but he did eat vegetarian eggs which he always kept in the house. He wrapped his arms around the other's waste and kissed his cheek, one of his small signs of affection that he actually showed. He let Matt go and sat at the table, examining him up and down. "You need to stop eating bacon." Gray told him seriously as he looked at his lover's stomach.
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Gray watched as Matt spun around to face him, the smile fading when he saw Gray checking him up and down. When Gray mentioned the bacon the boy answered and giggled, turning his attention back to the coking eggs. "Your guilty pleasure his making you fat." Gray told him with a small sigh. Matt was in a good mood today, like usual, and he was probably going to be all bouncy and giggly. Gray hated that, but he dealt with it, it's how Matt was. Gray gave a small sigh and ran a hand through his hair, watching Matt closely. Ugh he was in one of those talking moods today. Gray listened to him babble on about if Gray went to the store. The male had walked in with a bunch of groceries, put them away, and there was a large pile of candy on the counter, don't you think it's pretty obvious that he went to the store? Gray bit his lip to keep him from yelling that. Instead he gave a small nod and took a deep breath. "Yeah I got more eggs. Your candy is right there." Gray said, pointing to the candy on the counter. He stopped talking and continued to eat his breakfast, listening as Matt went on about his cleaning. Gray really could care less but he nodded, shoving a fork full of egg in his mouth. He stood up and brought his empty plate to the sink, throwing it in and rinsing water over it. He walked passed Matt and gave him a not-too-gentle pat on the head before inspecting the male's cleaning. "It looks nice Matt." Was all Gray said before he went into the living room and sat down.
Gray had forgot the 'don't smoke in here' rule and he pulled out his pack of cigarettes. He lit one and took a long drag before exhaling the smoke. Thoughts about what they were going to do today ran through his head. He believed Matt needed to exercise but that sounded boring and Gray didn't feel like making him do anything boring today. Maybe he should ask Kay if he could bring Matt to the party, or maybe they could go to the local theme park and ride some roller coasters. Gray just wanted to do something that could get his adrenalin pumping. He sighed once again and smoke flew from his mouth, maybe he should just ask Matt what he wanted to do. "What do you want to do today Matthew?" Gray called from his pot on the couch. He remained quiet as he waited for Matt's answer. He slipped out his cell phone and opened the games file. He played pool for a little before hitting the new text section. He wanted someone to talk to besides Matt, so why not text Kay? The boy wasn't nearly as hyper as Matt. Gray looked up before starting to type and looked at Matt. He was very good looking, and he was a good kid. Gray wondered how he ever got to be with him, and he knew he should be grateful and sorry too. He knew he should apologize for all the times he hit the boy, but he knew that it was just going to happen all over again no matter how many times he said he was sorry. Gray tore his eyes away from his boyfriend and back to his phone.
He sent the simple text and tucked the phone in his pocket. He stood up and stretched, before remembering the cigarette he had in his hand. He took one more drag before walking over to a window. He opened it and threw the cigarette to the ground below. He shut the window again and walked over to Matt, standing in front of him. He looked at the boy up and down before raising his hand. He stop himself and lowered it again, taking a deep breath. He glanced at Matt's stomach once again before looking at Matt's face. Gray reached up and gently placed his hand where he had struck Matt yesterday before letting his hand drop. "I'm staying the night again, is that okay?" He asked softly, not a naturally loud person. Well unless he was mad of course. He wanted to stay the night again because he really didn't feel like driving home. He didn't live too far away, but it was still a drive and as he stated in the last post, he didn't like to drive. Gray walked past Matt to the counter in the kitchen. He grabbed the lemon heads he bought himself and opened the bag, popping one in his mouth. He loved the sour goodness of Lemon Heads, in fact he loved lemons in general. He used to peel lemons and eat them like oranges, but he stopped a while ago. People thought it was really weird. Gray was happily eating the Lemon Head when his cell vibrated. He took it out and opened it, reading Kay's reply.
Gray read it and rolled his eyes. Talk to him perhaps? That might help a little. Gray hit reply and started typing, speaking to Matt at the same time. "Let's go somewhere." He told him in a 'now' kind of tone. He still wanted to go the theme park so that's what they were going to do. Before he said anything else he hit send on his phone and placed it back into his pocket. "We're going to the amusement park." He told Matt, walking towards the door. He stopped and turned around, staring at Matt as though he was waiting for Matt to say no. His hand involuntarily made a fist at his side as he stared at his boyfriend. "Come on." He said calmly. He walked out the door without another word and headed to the parking lot, where Matt's car was. He was going to have him drive, since he didn't want to. He tapped his foot impatiently as he waited. He really wanted to get on a roller coaster or the Ferris Wheel or something, and Matt was going to do it with him.
Gray had forgot the 'don't smoke in here' rule and he pulled out his pack of cigarettes. He lit one and took a long drag before exhaling the smoke. Thoughts about what they were going to do today ran through his head. He believed Matt needed to exercise but that sounded boring and Gray didn't feel like making him do anything boring today. Maybe he should ask Kay if he could bring Matt to the party, or maybe they could go to the local theme park and ride some roller coasters. Gray just wanted to do something that could get his adrenalin pumping. He sighed once again and smoke flew from his mouth, maybe he should just ask Matt what he wanted to do. "What do you want to do today Matthew?" Gray called from his pot on the couch. He remained quiet as he waited for Matt's answer. He slipped out his cell phone and opened the games file. He played pool for a little before hitting the new text section. He wanted someone to talk to besides Matt, so why not text Kay? The boy wasn't nearly as hyper as Matt. Gray looked up before starting to type and looked at Matt. He was very good looking, and he was a good kid. Gray wondered how he ever got to be with him, and he knew he should be grateful and sorry too. He knew he should apologize for all the times he hit the boy, but he knew that it was just going to happen all over again no matter how many times he said he was sorry. Gray tore his eyes away from his boyfriend and back to his phone.
To; Kayleb
Bored.
Bored.
He sent the simple text and tucked the phone in his pocket. He stood up and stretched, before remembering the cigarette he had in his hand. He took one more drag before walking over to a window. He opened it and threw the cigarette to the ground below. He shut the window again and walked over to Matt, standing in front of him. He looked at the boy up and down before raising his hand. He stop himself and lowered it again, taking a deep breath. He glanced at Matt's stomach once again before looking at Matt's face. Gray reached up and gently placed his hand where he had struck Matt yesterday before letting his hand drop. "I'm staying the night again, is that okay?" He asked softly, not a naturally loud person. Well unless he was mad of course. He wanted to stay the night again because he really didn't feel like driving home. He didn't live too far away, but it was still a drive and as he stated in the last post, he didn't like to drive. Gray walked past Matt to the counter in the kitchen. He grabbed the lemon heads he bought himself and opened the bag, popping one in his mouth. He loved the sour goodness of Lemon Heads, in fact he loved lemons in general. He used to peel lemons and eat them like oranges, but he stopped a while ago. People thought it was really weird. Gray was happily eating the Lemon Head when his cell vibrated. He took it out and opened it, reading Kay's reply.
To; Gray
What am I
Supposed to
do about that?
What am I
Supposed to
do about that?
Gray read it and rolled his eyes. Talk to him perhaps? That might help a little. Gray hit reply and started typing, speaking to Matt at the same time. "Let's go somewhere." He told him in a 'now' kind of tone. He still wanted to go the theme park so that's what they were going to do. Before he said anything else he hit send on his phone and placed it back into his pocket. "We're going to the amusement park." He told Matt, walking towards the door. He stopped and turned around, staring at Matt as though he was waiting for Matt to say no. His hand involuntarily made a fist at his side as he stared at his boyfriend. "Come on." He said calmly. He walked out the door without another word and headed to the parking lot, where Matt's car was. He was going to have him drive, since he didn't want to. He tapped his foot impatiently as he waited. He really wanted to get on a roller coaster or the Ferris Wheel or something, and Matt was going to do it with him.
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Shaun Ray Cove
Silver and Cold - A.F.I
• Nickname(s): Shauny - This is what his mother calls him.
Corey - No one can remember where he got this nickname from but a lot of people call him it.
Ray-Ray- Only his close friends are allowed to even mention this name.
D.A.C- It stands for drugs and chaos. It's what the people who supply his drugs call him.
Corey - No one can remember where he got this nickname from but a lot of people call him it.
Ray-Ray- Only his close friends are allowed to even mention this name.
D.A.C- It stands for drugs and chaos. It's what the people who supply his drugs call him.
• Age: Eighteen
• Personality Blurb(s): Shaun is a little on the quiet side. He often stands in the back of the group, rather than the front. He doesn't like a lot of people or loud noises. Drugs are a big part of his life. You name it he's probably done it. He usually sticks to weed or his cigarettes, which he has with him all the time. He has tried Acid one and he hasn't done it since. He is bisexual but he prefers to flirt with guys. He has a tattoo on his palm that says 'want a kiss?' and he has this on his side. When his out of drugs he does get a little desperate. He has done plenty of things he isn't proud of for the stuff. Shaun gets angry quickly and will not get out of bed unless he is handed a cup of coffee first.
