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[PSYCHO_CHiiNADOLL]

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[PSYCHO_CHiiNADOLL]

Little Mr.Alec Sylas Ambrosio

xoxoxoxox

I don't mind where you come from,
As long as you come to me...
But I don't like illusions I can't see,
Them clearly...

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I don't care, no I wouldn't dare
To fix the twist in you...
You've shown me eventually what you'll do.
I don't mind. I don't care.
as long as you're here...

xoxoxoxox

[PSYCHO_CHiiNADOLL]

Little Mr.Alec Sylas Ambrosio

xoxoxoxox

I don't mind where you come from,
As long as you come to me...
But I don't like illusions I can't see,
Them clearly...

Shifting in the bed, the second occupant too heard the buzzing of the doorbell and proceeded to burry himself further under the covers. The smaller male heard the raspy voice and he grunted in response, telling the other to go and do it himself. After all, he wasn’t related to the she-demon outside their apartment. Nope, he just worked for her. But he, unlike his boyfriend trying to sleep next to him, could fall back to sleep easily. He was a fairly hard sleeper, and the only reason he’d heard the bell in the first place was because of the light streaming into their room from the window had disturbed his sleep. He buried his head under his pillow, successfully dulling out the sound and blocking the light. The male curled up on his side and let out a soft sigh once the annoying buzzer/door bell finally stopped.

He felt the bed shift behind him and then lift as his boyfriend got up out of bed. No matter what, no matter how late he got in the night before, he was always the one to get up first. Alec was too much of a grump in the morning to get up when Indigo did. Especially when He was waiting up for the other to come home. He either fell asleep before his boyfriend got in, or he’d go out as well. He’d waited last night and was up when Indigo had finally dragged himself back home. They’d both gone to bed about an hour and a half later, as for what had happened in that hour and a half…he had no Idea. He sadly couldn’t remember what had happened at all. He turned in the bed rolling over onto his other side and curling up once more, reaching out with his eyes closed to grip Indigo’s pillow and hugged it to him. He had a tendency to cuddle things in his sleep, be it Indigo himself or his pillow when he got up before him.

Once he heard the shower start he sighed softly and reached up and rubbed his eyes. He wasn’t sure if he should be angry or happy. Indigo had come back late again last night. And while it wasn’t some new occurrence, It was starting to bother him. But…shouldn’t he be happy? Happy that Indigo had come back at all? He could have stayed over wherever he’d been and not come home at all (then again that would have probably violated the rules they had in place). But…even while he thought that, he couldn’t help but be at least a little angry. How hypocritical…He thought as he practically clung to his boyfriends pillow. It was…well, hypocritical of him to get angry over the arrangement that both him and Indigo had agreed on. They had both agreed that he would be able to sleep with other people, so long as their were rules. He himself had the same amount of freedom, to sleep with other men. But he’d never taken that much freedom. The most he’d done is given a light peck on the cheek of friends, and every once in a while a customer when he found them cute or something. He had thought about it, sleeping with another guy, just to get back at Indigo. But anytime he thought of doing something like that, it made him feel guilty. He’d never be able to sleep with another guy while he was with Indigo.

The shower turned off and he let his eyes slip closed as Indigo walked out. He was highly tempted to take a peak at his boyfriend but didn’t, he let the other get dressed in peace, without the normal perverted comments that he shot at his boyfriend whenever he got out of the shower. He bit back a laugh as he heard the loud thump, covering up the small snigger by moving around under the covers. He never missed a chance to tease the other about his clumsiness. It was cute really. You wouldn’t expect it from someone who looked like Indigo. Tall, graceful and gorgeous. It was endearing! He waited till he’d left the room, before pushing himself up fully and letting the covers pool in his lap. He pushed the covers away from his bare legs and he whined, shivering as goose bumps ran up and down his arms. He, unlike his boyfriend only wore an overly large T-shirt over his boxer/briefs. He hated sleeping with pants on. It made him feel constricted.

So slipping out of the bed quickly, he too showered (quickly I might add, as Indigo had only just taken a shower before him) and brushed his teeth. He got dressed for work, pulling on some tight dark washed blue-jeans over his normal cotton boxer/briefs. After that came one of his favorites shirts, a black form fitting long sleeved shirt with a neon blue grand piano printed across the chest. Lines of notes wrapped around the torso in bright red and the words “Play a song just for me baby” was printed across the back. After that he slipped out of their bedroom and into the kitchen where he found Indigo making pancakes. He smiled and crept up behind him and peaked around him. “Mmm…pancakes…You know, Maybe we should get a dog too, that way he might be able scare of the she-demon in the mornings.” He stated, slipping his arms around the older males waist from behind. “As much as I love your sister, she’s a bit of a sleep wrecker! I was having a really good dream too...” He whined and had to stand on his tip toes just to rest his chin on Indigo’s shoulder. He pouted up at him.“Can’t you like…shrink or something? Like my shirts do in the wash? Have a shower and then come out a little shorter?”

I don't care, no I wouldn't dare
To fix the twist in you...
You've shown me eventually what you'll do.
I don't mind. I don't care.
as long as you're here...

xoxoxoxox

[PSYCHO_CHiiNADOLL]

I can read your darkest secrets and innermost fears like an open book,
And I don't need my upper body strength to throw you across the room.
Hiya! I’m Mr. Telepathic/Telekinetic man-boy.
And I’m all sunshine and smiles.
Little Tyson is currently feeling }:Bored:{ yet rather }:Happy:{

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[PSYCHO_CHiiNADOLL]

It's my life.
& And I'll live it how I choose

[PSYCHO_CHiiNADOLL]

[PSYCHO_CHiiNADOLL]

I can read your darkest secrets and innermost fears like an open book,
And I don't need my upper body strength to throw you across the room.
Hiya! I’m Mr. Telepathic/Telekinetic man-boy.
And I’m all sunshine and smiles.
Little Tyson is currently feeling }:Bored:{ yet rather }:Happy:{

“Honey, we’re so sorry, but we won’t be able to come and visit again. Your brothers gone and gotten himself into trouble again, and your father and I don’t want to leave him at the house alone. And yes, he still refuses to come and see you. For that we are also sorry. You have to know that we did want to see you. But right now we don’t trust your brother enough to let him be alone in the house for a few hours while we’re with you. Who knows what he’ll get up too while we’re gone. I promise that we’ll see you next time. Promise. We’ll talk to you soon sweet heart, we promise. Alec say’s hi and that he loves you. Be good.
Love, mom and dad.”

Yawning slightly in his room, Tyson stared at the note he’d been reading over and over again in his hands and couldn’t help but feel slightly bitter and a tiny twinge of anger towards his twin brother, Alec. He’d once again managed to steal his parents attention away by getting himself into trouble and forcing his parents to stay with him and not come to the visitation day. This time the boy had egged one of his teachers house, and then slit the poor mans tires. He had to wonder if his parents didn’t notice the pattern his brother had taken up. He’d done this three times before now and he wondered if his parents even realized that their oldest child was doing this on purpose to keep them from coming to see him. Probably not. They probably think he’s going through a rough patch…again…He snorted and lightly tossed it over to the little plastic trashcan across the room next to the desk. When he saw it was going to end up short, his bright turquoise eyes narrowed and seemed to glow some as the little ball of paper halted it’s descent, before floating over to the trash can. He relaxed and the paper dropped and he grinned, punching the air while his Italian accented voice floated through the air “Score! And the crowd goes wild!” The seventeen year old giggled and pushed himself up off his bed and stood.

The note had left a sour taste in his mouth, and he really wished he could call his father up and tell him “Oh yeah? Well you promised me that the last time this happened, and look! You aren’t here!” But he’d never do that. He knew how much of a handful Alec could be. And the line his mother had tried to feed him about Alec saying he loved him. How stupid. He knew full well that Alec would never say anything like that, let alone say hi. If anything he’d draw a little hand with it flipping him off, then tell him to go die in a ditch or something. His brother still hated him for screwing up the family and causing his father and mother to separate. In reality, Tyson blamed himself for that to.

He walked over and multi-colored striped socked feet into his white converse that he’d gotten just before he’d come here. He grinned. By the time he left, he was going to have every single person sign them. He quickly laced them up and hopped out of his room, nearly crashing into a nurse. She shot a disapproving look at him. He shot her the puppy eyes and she was soon smiling at him. “Watch out Tyson, you’re going to run people over if you aren’t careful.” “Sorry Emma!” He hopped around her and proceeded down the hallway. There were very few nurses who he couldn’t charm, or at least get them to stop glaring at him like he’d killed their cat. The only nurses that didn’t fall for it were the male ones and they terrified him. Most were a good foot and a half taller than him and always seemed to make him feel smaller than his five foot six inch height. Then again…He could always pull the ‘stick the tongue out and run away’ trick. Most of the male nurses found it amusing to see him sprint off away from them. He’d been highly tempted to toss one man from one end of the hall to another when he’d rammed into him and sent him toppling over onto the floor. But that urge had been short lived when some other person mentioned a grilled cheese and had distracted him completely from his violent thoughts.

He searched the pockets of his dark washed jeans and found his black I-pod in the right pocket. He grinned and slipped the ear buds into his ears and turned to some Keith anderson. Most wouldn’t know that he liked country from his attire, but Tyson happened to like all sorts of music, minus rap. He could only handle so much of that. He even had a few Japanese bands in the little music device. It was always funny to see the looks on peoples faces when they realized he was singing in Japanese. But if you wanted to guess on his favorite genre of music based on his clothes, most would think Rock or Alternative, or even Techno. But he was all over the board when it came to music. He was currently addicted to Keith Anderson, a awesome country singer in his opinion. He flipped through the songs on to ‘Every time I hear your name’ and softly sang along. Yes, the little brunette sang, well too.. He played the piano as well, but most people didn’t know that. When had he last played the piano, it had been a while. He was suddenly tempted to go back and pull out the keyboard and practice some, but stayed off the urge and pushed forward. He’d do that later. Besides, every time he tried to practice, he always couldn’t help but compare the keyboard to the baby grand piano in their house back home, and how notice how different it was.

He walked down the hall, still singing along to the oh so sexy Keith Anderson as the song switched to ‘XXL’. He giggled lightly. This song was so contradictory to him, it really was, which was why he loved it so much! He paused as he came to visitors area, seeing very few parents and just a few kids in there talking amongst themselves. He grimaced and shook his head once the thoughts hit all at once and he whined softly, rubbing his head. “Owie…” He muttered, trying to keep the thoughts to a very, very dull roar in his head, like a loud whisper in the back of his mind. Once he was sure he had managed to keep the thoughts at bay for a while, he looked around and grinned when he spotted Star and…Gary! Yeah, that was his name. He had trouble remembering some peoples names for some reason. He practically bounced over to them and plopped down on the small coffee table in front of them, grinning like mad. “Ciao Star, Gary. How goes it? Get visited by the rents?” He asked with a smile. He always liked to pop up unexpectedly. He had a small habit of switching into Italian every once in a while by accident, and he never really notice till someone told him.

It's my life.
& And I'll live it how I choose

[PSYCHO_CHiiNADOLL]

I can read your darkest secrets and innermost fears like an open book,
And I don't need my upper body strength to throw you across the room.
Hiya! I’m Mr. Telepathic/Telekinetic man-boy.
And I’m all sunshine and smiles.
Little Tyson is currently feeling }:Bored:{ yet rather }:Happy:{

“Honey, we’re so sorry, but we won’t be able to come and visit again. Your brothers gone and gotten himself into trouble again, and your father and I don’t want to leave him at the house alone. And yes, he still refuses to come and see you. For that we are also sorry. You have to know that we did want to see you. But right now we don’t trust your brother enough to let him be alone in the house for a few hours while we’re with you. Who knows what he’ll get up too while we’re gone. I promise that we’ll see you next time. Promise. We’ll talk to you soon sweet heart, we promise. Alec say’s hi and that he loves you. Be good.
Love, mom and dad.”

Yawning slightly in his room, Tyson stared at the note he’d been reading over and over again in his hands and couldn’t help but feel slightly bitter and a tiny twinge of anger towards his twin brother, Alec. He’d once again managed to steal his parents attention away by getting himself into trouble and forcing his parents to stay with him and not come to the visitation day. This time the boy had egged one of his teachers house, and then slit the poor mans tires. He had to wonder if his parents didn’t notice the pattern his brother had taken up. He’d done this three times before now and he wondered if his parents even realized that their oldest child was doing this on purpose to keep them from coming to see him. Probably not. They probably think he’s going through a rough patch…again…He snorted and lightly tossed it over to the little plastic trashcan across the room next to the desk. When he saw it was going to end up short, his bright turquoise eyes narrowed and seemed to glow some as the little ball of paper halted it’s descent, before floating over to the trash can. He relaxed and the paper dropped and he grinned, punching the air while his Italian accented voice floated through the air “Score! And the crowd goes wild!” The seventeen year old giggled and pushed himself up off his bed and stood.

The note had left a sour taste in his mouth, and he really wished he could call his father up and tell him “Oh yeah? Well you promised me that the last time this happened, and look! You aren’t here!” But he’d never do that. He knew how much of a handful Alec could be. And the line his mother had tried to feed him about Alec saying he loved him. How stupid. He knew full well that Alec would never say anything like that, let alone say hi. If anything he’d draw a little hand with it flipping him off, then tell him to go die in a ditch or something. His brother still hated him for screwing up the family and causing his father and mother to separate. In reality, Tyson blamed himself for that to.

He walked over and multi-colored striped socked feet into his white converse that he’d gotten just before he’d come here. He grinned. By the time he left, he was going to have every single person sign them. He quickly laced them up and hopped out of his room, nearly crashing into a nurse. She shot a disapproving look at him. He shot her the puppy eyes and she was soon smiling at him. “Watch out Tyson, you’re going to run people over if you aren’t careful.” “Sorry Emma!” He hopped around her and proceeded down the hallway. There were very few nurses who he couldn’t charm, or at least get them to stop glaring at him like he’d killed their cat. The only nurses that didn’t fall for it were the male ones and they terrified him. Most were a good foot and a half taller than him and always seemed to make him feel smaller than his five foot six inch height. Then again…He could always pull the ‘stick the tongue out and run away’ trick. Most of the male nurses found it amusing to see him sprint off away from them. He’d been highly tempted to toss one man from one end of the hall to another when he’d rammed into him and sent him toppling over onto the floor. But that urge had been short lived when some other person mentioned a grilled cheese and had distracted him completely from his violent thoughts.

He searched the pockets of his dark washed jeans and found his black I-pod in the right pocket. He grinned and slipped the ear buds into his ears and turned to some Keith anderson. Most wouldn’t know that he liked country from his attire, but Tyson happened to like all sorts of music, minus rap. He could only handle so much of that. He even had a few Japanese bands in the little music device. It was always funny to see the looks on peoples faces when they realized he was singing in Japanese. But if you wanted to guess on his favorite genre of music based on his clothes, most would think Rock or Alternative, or even Techno. But he was all over the board when it came to music. He was currently addicted to Keith Anderson, a awesome country singer in his opinion. He flipped through the songs on to ‘Every time I hear your name’ and softly sang along. Yes, the little brunette sang, well too.. He played the piano as well, but most people didn’t know that. When had he last played the piano, it had been a while. He was suddenly tempted to go back and pull out the keyboard and practice some, but stayed off the urge and pushed forward. He’d do that later. Besides, every time he tried to practice, he always couldn’t help but compare the keyboard to the baby grand piano in their house back home, and how notice how different it was.

He walked down the hall, still singing along to the oh so sexy Keith Anderson as the song switched to ‘XXL’. He giggled lightly. This song was so contradictory to him, it really was, which was why he loved it so much! He paused as he came to visitors area, seeing very few parents and just a few kids in there talking amongst themselves. He grimaced and shook his head once the thoughts hit all at once and he whined softly, rubbing his head. “Owie…” He muttered, trying to keep the thoughts to a very, very dull roar in his head, like a loud whisper in the back of his mind. Once he was sure he had managed to keep the thoughts at bay for a while, he looked around and grinned when he spotted Star and…Gary! Yeah, that was his name. He had trouble remembering some peoples names for some reason. He practically bounced over to them and plopped down on the small coffee table in front of them, grinning like mad. “Ciao Star, Gary. How goes it? Get visited by the rents?” He asked with a smile. He always liked to pop up unexpectedly. He had a small habit of switching into Italian every once in a while by accident, and he never really notice till someone told him.

It's my life.
& And I'll live it how I choose

[PSYCHO_CHiiNADOLL]

I can read your darkest secrets and innermost fears like an open book,
And I don't need my upper body strength to throw you across the room.
Hiya! I’m Mr. Telepathic/Telekinetic man-boy.
And I’m all sunshine and smiles.
Little Tyson is currently feeling }:Bored:{ yet rather }:Happy:{

“Honey, we’re so sorry, but we won’t be able to come and visit again. Your brothers gone and gotten himself into trouble again, and your father and I don’t want to leave him at the house alone. And yes, he still refuses to come and see you. For that we are also sorry. You have to know that we did want to see you. But right now we don’t trust your brother enough to let him be alone in the house for a few hours while we’re with you. Who knows what he’ll get up too while we’re gone. I promise that we’ll see you next time. Promise. We’ll talk to you soon sweet heart, we promise. Alec say’s hi and that he loves you. Be good.
Love, mom and dad.”

Yawning slightly in his room, Tyson stared at the note he’d been reading over and over again in his hands and couldn’t help but feel slightly bitter and a tiny twinge of anger towards his twin brother, Alec. He’d once again managed to steal his parents attention away by getting himself into trouble and forcing his parents to stay with him and not come to the visitation day. This time the boy had egged one of his teachers house, and then slit the poor mans tires. He had to wonder if his parents didn’t notice the pattern his brother had taken up. He’d done this three times before now and he wondered if his parents even realized that their oldest child was doing this on purpose to keep them from coming to see him. Probably not. They probably think he’s going through a rough patch…again…He snorted and lightly tossed it over to the little plastic trashcan across the room next to the desk. When he saw it was going to end up short, his bright turquoise eyes narrowed and seemed to glow some as the little ball of paper halted it’s descent, before floating over to the trash can. He relaxed and the paper dropped and he grinned, punching the air while his Italian accented voice floated through the air “Score! And the crowd goes wild!” The seventeen year old giggled and pushed himself up off his bed and stood.

The note had left a sour taste in his mouth, and he really wished he could call his father up and tell him “Oh yeah? Well you promised me that the last time this happened, and look! You aren’t here!” But he’d never do that. He knew how much of a handful Alec could be. And the line his mother had tried to feed him about Alec saying he loved him. How stupid. He knew full well that Alec would never say anything like that, let alone say hi. If anything he’d draw a little hand with it flipping him off, then tell him to go die in a ditch or something. His brother still hated him for screwing up the family and causing his father and mother to separate. In reality, Tyson blamed himself for that to.

He walked over and multi-colored striped socked feet into his white converse that he’d gotten just before he’d come here. He grinned. By the time he left, he was going to have every single person sign them. He quickly laced them up and hopped out of his room, nearly crashing into a nurse. She shot a disapproving look at him. He shot her the puppy eyes and she was soon smiling at him. “Watch out Tyson, you’re going to run people over if you aren’t careful.” “Sorry Emma!” He hopped around her and proceeded down the hallway. There were very few nurses who he couldn’t charm, or at least get them to stop glaring at him like he’d killed their cat. The only nurses that didn’t fall for it were the male ones and they terrified him. Most were a good foot and a half taller than him and always seemed to make him feel smaller than his five foot six inch height. Then again…He could always pull the ‘stick the tongue out and run away’ trick. Most of the male nurses found it amusing to see him sprint off away from them. He’d been highly tempted to toss one man from one end of the hall to another when he’d rammed into him and sent him toppling over onto the floor. But that urge had been short lived when some other person mentioned a grilled cheese and had distracted him completely from his violent thoughts.

He searched the pockets of his dark washed jeans and found his black I-pod in the right pocket. He grinned and slipped the ear buds into his ears and turned to some Keith anderson. Most wouldn’t know that he liked country from his attire, but Tyson happened to like all sorts of music, minus rap. He could only handle so much of that. He even had a few Japanese bands in the little music device. It was always funny to see the looks on peoples faces when they realized he was singing in Japanese. But if you wanted to guess on his favorite genre of music based on his clothes, most would think Rock or Alternative, or even Techno. But he was all over the board when it came to music. He was currently addicted to Keith Anderson, a awesome country singer in his opinion. He flipped through the songs on to ‘Every time I hear your name’ and softly sang along. Yes, the little brunette sang, well too.. He played the piano as well, but most people didn’t know that. When had he last played the piano, it had been a while. He was suddenly tempted to go back and pull out the keyboard and practice some, but stayed off the urge and pushed forward. He’d do that later. Besides, every time he tried to practice, he always couldn’t help but compare the keyboard to the baby grand piano in their house back home, and how notice how different it was.

He walked down the hall, still singing along to the oh so sexy Keith Anderson as the song switched to ‘XXL’. He giggled lightly. This song was so contradictory to him, it really was, which was why he loved it so much! He paused as he came to visitors area, seeing very few parents and just a few kids in there talking amongst themselves. He grimaced and shook his head once the thoughts hit all at once and he whined softly, rubbing his head. “Owie…” He muttered, trying to keep the thoughts to a very, very dull roar in his head, like a loud whisper in the back of his mind. Once he was sure he had managed to keep the thoughts at bay for a while, he looked around and grinned when he spotted Star and…Gary! Yeah, that was his name. He had trouble remembering some peoples names for some reason. He practically bounced over to them and plopped down on the small coffee table in front of them, grinning like mad. “Ciao Star, Gary. How goes it? Get visited by the rents?” He asked with a smile. He always liked to pop up unexpectedly. He had a small habit of switching into Italian every once in a while by accident, and he never really notice till someone told him.

It's my life.
& And I'll live it how I choose

[PSYCHO_CHiiNADOLL]

I can read your darkest secrets and innermost fears like an open book,
And I don't need my upper body strength to throw you across the room.
Hiya! I’m Mr. Telepathic/Telekinetic man-boy.
And I’m all sunshine and smiles.
Little Tyson is currently feeling }:Bored:{ yet rather }:Happy:{

“Honey, we’re so sorry, but we won’t be able to come and visit again. Your brothers gone and gotten himself into trouble again, and your father and I don’t want to leave him at the house alone. And yes, he still refuses to come and see you. For that we are also sorry. You have to know that we did want to see you. But right now we don’t trust your brother enough to let him be alone in the house for a few hours while we’re with you. Who knows what he’ll get up too while we’re gone. I promise that we’ll see you next time. Promise. We’ll talk to you soon sweet heart, we promise. Alec say’s hi and that he loves you. Be good.
Love, mom and dad.”

Yawning slightly in his room, Tyson stared at the note he’d been reading over and over again in his hands and couldn’t help but feel slightly bitter and a tiny twinge of anger towards his twin brother, Alec. He’d once again managed to steal his parents attention away by getting himself into trouble and forcing his parents to stay with him and not come to the visitation day. This time the boy had egged one of his teachers house, and then slit the poor mans tires. He had to wonder if his parents didn’t notice the pattern his brother had taken up. He’d done this three times before now and he wondered if his parents even realized that their oldest child was doing this on purpose to keep them from coming to see him. Probably not. They probably think he’s going through a rough patch…again…He snorted and lightly tossed it over to the little plastic trashcan across the room next to the desk. When he saw it was going to end up short, his bright turquoise eyes narrowed and seemed to glow some as the little ball of paper halted it’s descent, before floating over to the trash can. He relaxed and the paper dropped and he grinned, punching the air while his Italian accented voice floated through the air “Score! And the crowd goes wild!” The seventeen year old giggled and pushed himself up off his bed and stood.

The note had left a sour taste in his mouth, and he really wished he could call his father up and tell him “Oh yeah? Well you promised me that the last time this happened, and look! You aren’t here!” But he’d never do that. He knew how much of a handful Alec could be. And the line his mother had tried to feed him about Alec saying he loved him. How stupid. He knew full well that Alec would never say anything like that, let alone say hi. If anything he’d draw a little hand with it flipping him off, then tell him to go die in a ditch or something. His brother still hated him for screwing up the family and causing his father and mother to separate. In reality, Tyson blamed himself for that to.

He walked over and multi-colored striped socked feet into his white converse that he’d gotten just before he’d come here. He grinned. By the time he left, he was going to have every single person sign them. He quickly laced them up and hopped out of his room, nearly crashing into a nurse. She shot a disapproving look at him. He shot her the puppy eyes and she was soon smiling at him. “Watch out Tyson, you’re going to run people over if you aren’t careful.” “Sorry Emma!” He hopped around her and proceeded down the hallway. There were very few nurses who he couldn’t charm, or at least get them to stop glaring at him like he’d killed their cat. The only nurses that didn’t fall for it were the male ones and they terrified him. Most were a good foot and a half taller than him and always seemed to make him feel smaller than his five foot six inch height. Then again…He could always pull the ‘stick the tongue out and run away’ trick. Most of the male nurses found it amusing to see him sprint off away from them. He’d been highly tempted to toss one man from one end of the hall to another when he’d rammed into him and sent him toppling over onto the floor. But that urge had been short lived when some other person mentioned a grilled cheese and had distracted him completely from his violent thoughts.

He searched the pockets of his dark washed jeans and found his black I-pod in the right pocket. He grinned and slipped the ear buds into his ears and turned to some Keith anderson. Most wouldn’t know that he liked country from his attire, but Tyson happened to like all sorts of music, minus rap. He could only handle so much of that. He even had a few Japanese bands in the little music device. It was always funny to see the looks on peoples faces when they realized he was singing in Japanese. But if you wanted to guess on his favorite genre of music based on his clothes, most would think Rock or Alternative, or even Techno. But he was all over the board when it came to music. He was currently addicted to Keith Anderson, a awesome country singer in his opinion. He flipped through the songs on to ‘Every time I hear your name’ and softly sang along. Yes, the little brunette sang, well too.. He played the piano as well, but most people didn’t know that. When had he last played the piano, it had been a while. He was suddenly tempted to go back and pull out the keyboard and practice some, but stayed off the urge and pushed forward. He’d do that later. Besides, every time he tried to practice, he always couldn’t help but compare the keyboard to the baby grand piano in their house back home, and how notice how different it was.

He walked down the hall, still singing along to the oh so sexy Keith Anderson as the song switched to ‘XXL’. He giggled lightly. This song was so contradictory to him, it really was, which was why he loved it so much! He paused as he came to visitors area, seeing very few parents and just a few kids in there talking amongst themselves. He grimaced and shook his head once the thoughts hit all at once and he whined softly, rubbing his head. “Owie…” He muttered, trying to keep the thoughts to a very, very dull roar in his head, like a loud whisper in the back of his mind. Once he was sure he had managed to keep the thoughts at bay for a while, he looked around and grinned when he spotted Star and…Gary! Yeah, that was his name. He had trouble remembering some peoples names for some reason. He practically bounced over to them and plopped down on the small coffee table in front of them, grinning like mad. “Ciao Star, Gary. How goes it? Get visited by the rents?” He asked with a smile. He always liked to pop up unexpectedly. He had a small habit of switching into Italian every once in a while by accident, and he never really notice till someone told him.

It's my life.
& And I'll live it how I choose

[PSYCHO_CHiiNADOLL]

TYSON ALEC BARKER

»»xoxoxoxoxoxoBack to Basics

Ty, Ty-Ty, Alec

EIGHTEEN

JUNE FIRST

GENTLEMAN

BISEXUAL

PURPLE

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Alright, well I was brought into this world first, twenty-one seconds before my twin sister Daisy. Yup! I’m part of a duo, one out of two peas in a pod. You get the drift. Even if my sisters only twenty-one seconds younger than I am, I still hold it over her head that I’m her big brother. We’re a lot alike in some aspects with a few differences that establish our individuality, and we get along better than most siblings. But then again I suppose that’s because of the twin thing. I’ve got a theory that one soul is split in half, and put into two separate bodies and that’s how you get twins. But that of course is just a theory.

Lake Wanaka is practically a second home for me. When we were young, me and my sister used to go there every summer with our parents and just spend the summer there. We both made friends there that were like best friends, and we’d always see them every summer. We would play and it was like our little paradise on earth. Money wasn’t a problem with us, we were an upper-middle class family, so money was never really an issue for us. But I’m not spoiled, and neither is my sister. Far from it. But our parents have fought over it a few times and it was times like those that brought me and my sister closer. Wherever one of us was, the other wasn’t to far away, we were always there for each other. But as we grew older, The trips became few and far between, and around the last year of junior-high and the start of high-school, we stopped going all together because if we ever told anyone, it was considered un-cool. How Lake Wanaka could ever be considered un-cool I will never know, but whatever.

I think it was around the beginning of high school that my sister and I started to grow apart. Not emotionally or anything like that, we were still close friends and siblings. But our interests differed and it just kinda pushed us apart. We were both considered ‘popular’ and all that, but I was pretty much obsessed with my soccer and all of that, while Daisy wanted to go to focus on her art and portfolio for college. That’s the major difference between us. I don’t really have an artistic bone in my body. But now I’ve got a soccer scholarship and the importance of soccer in my life has just been knocked up a level. I envy my sister a little bit though. She’s got one best friend that she does everything with. Sure, I’ve got friends but not someone that’s that close. I’d love to have a friend like that.

Um, what else is there to talk about….Oh! How about what led up to me learning that I liked guys as well as girls? That’s always a fun story. Okay, you know how I’m the star of the high school soccer team, you know that my fan base was pretty big, filled with both girls AND boys right? Okay, now while It didn’t really bother me that I was being pursued by both guys and girls, the guys were the most forward about asking me out, and after a while it was getting annoying. Who knew that our High-school had such a large number of bisexual and gay guys? Of course back then when they first started asking me out, I was straight so I had to reject them. But when they saw that I wasn’t dating a girl, they started to demand reasons why I wouldn’t go out with them, saying that I was probably just in the closet and didn’t want to come out. I knew that wasn’t the truth, but I would just tell them that I was to busy with soccer to be with anyone, and that was why I wasn’t with a girl or a guy. Well, after that I started to question myself and I found that I was staring and ogling the guys just as much as I was the girls. So that was confusing. Anyway, It was the middle of my junior year, and I ran into a guy named Ray after one of my games and he apparently had been some fan for a while now. We hung out for a while, before he took me back to his house for movies and to talk. Weeeeeell let just say that we didn’t get a whole lot of either of those done. He came on to me and since I’d been questioning myself about my sexuality, I went with it and one thing lead to another and by the end of the night I wasn’t a virgin anymore! It also confirmed my suspicions that I was bisexual. Ta-da! So there you have it.

I can remember, back when I was still a kid. There had been these two guys that would take their vacations at Lake Wanaka as well. The younger brother from the Orson family, and then the only child from the Conner family. Sadly enough I can’t remember either of their names. Anyway they were my best friends when I was little. We would go out and play flashlight tag in the middle of the night when we were supposed to be asleep and throw water balloons at one another. It was great! I wish we had grown up together, and I sometimes wonder if we still would have been friends if we had grown up around each other.

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Hyperactive

This mostly comes from my athletic-ness and the fact that I’ve probably got ADD or something. My mind is constantly running a hundred miles a second with thought and a whole bunch of random things that don’t really matter, but are there anyway. My attention span isn’t all that long, more like the size of a peanut, so you’ve got to be pretty interesting to hold my attention. It’s why soccer is such a perfect sport for me, so many things are going on around me that I don’t have to focus solely on one thing for to long before my attention needs to be somewhere else. But I’m just a bouncy bubbly person -even though you wouldn’t know that based on my appearance- who’s just an all around sweetie. I get on giggle highs and don’t come down for hours and I’m going to shout out random things, and I don’t expect you to understand, but just go with it.

Protective

My sister has said that I’ve got a big brother complex sometimes, and it’s true. I’m protective of my little sister, even if she’s only twenty one seconds younger than I am. I saw what that jerk off Eric did to her when he cheated on her, and I don’t want to ever see that sort of hurt on my little sisters face ever again. Since then I’ve taken up the big bad older brother figure around any potential boyfriends -even if I’m my sisters height- and I’ll give them the ‘talk’ when she isn’t paying attention. Which is basically ‘You hurt her, you die in whatever sick and twisted way I come up with,’ and leave it at that. I’m protective of anyone I care about, be it a boyfriend/girlfriend or just friends and family. I don’t like seeing people hurt physically or emotionally and I try to do whatever it takes to keep it from happening. Most people brush it off because of my height -5’6”- and it pisses me off. I’m not the star of the soccer team for no reason you know. I know don’t look it but I’m strong and I can break things with my kicks.

Stubborn

You want me to wake up really early when I don’t have or want to, it ain’t gonna happen. You want me to wear something that’s totally opposite of what I am, it ain’t gonna happen. If you want to try and drag me someplace that I really hate, it ain’t gonna happen. Are you sensing a pattern here? I’m very stubborn. I’m not going to do anything I don’t want to do, unless there is an important reason to do it, or you bribe me to do it, and even then theirs only a slight chance that I‘ll do it. I‘m very set in my ways and I‘m not going to change, or conform to someone else‘s views of what I should be. If I believe in something, you aren’t going to make me change my mind unless you’ve got hard cold proof that whatever I believe in is wrong.

Naïve/Oblivious

Even if I’m eighteen years old, that doesn’t mean I’m completely aware of things around me. I don’t really have a lot of life experience and I tend to make naïve comments based solely on what I believe, whether their right or wrong or just really weird and not the real reality. Just because I’ve had sex -only once mind you- doesn’t mean that I’m some knowledgeable person in bed. Hah! Far from it really. If I ever get with someone and we decide to the deed, then their probably going to have to hold my hand and walk me through it. If you’ve got feelings for me, I’m not going to know unless you hit me over the head and yell at me about them. I’m that oblivious to things like that. So if your shy, and expect me to pick on those ‘signals’ you better be wearing a sign that says ‘I’m trying to flirt with you’ and then list down the ways your flirting with me. Other than that, your going to have to come out and just tell me. Sorry!

Athletic

I’m the opposite to my sister in this sense. I’m a soccer nut, I’ve been playing it since I was little and it’s probably the most important part of my life right now. My sisters more artistic than I am, and I can’t draw or paint worth beans…unless you mean finger painting! But I’m more sports oriented. A Jock if you want to get all technical. But not the stereo typical Jock of course, I’m not stupid. I’ve got high grades in all of my classes -minus math but shh, no one needs to know that- and I don’t really mind doing the work. But I just like sports, except basketball and baseball. Other than that all sports are awesome. I like to snow board -though I’m just a beginner and I spend most my time face planted in the snow- and swimming is awesome as well. I’ve always wanted to try polo, or some other sport that isn’t as famous.

»»xoxoxoxoxoxoForever in my Heart
memory

- By Sugarcult

“We find no real satisfaction or happiness in life without obstacles to conquer and goals to achieve.” Maxwell Maltz

Half the fun in having goals is overcoming the obstacles that life puts forth to chalenge us. If your just handed your dream, it‘s not nearly as satisfying as if would be if you work for it.

Ice cream floats

Oh that is like my favorite treat ever! Vanilla ice cream with whatever soda I like is probably my ultimate weakness

Being blindfolded

It‘s disorienting! I don’t like having to trust some other person not to let me fall in a manhole or get run over by a car.

Failing

I‘m terrified that I‘ll fail at whatever I do. If I can‘t get on a soccer team, then I‘ll go to a different profession, but what if I fail at that too? I always try my hardest at anything I do, and I always take precautions‘, just in case.

I‘ve only gone out with two people in my whole life

Most would think because of my popularity that I‘ve gone out with tons of people. Not so. I‘ve only gone out with two people in my entire life. One was a girl named Ashley in my first year of highschool. And she was great…for a while. I found out she was only going out with me because of my popularity and it ended pretty quickly once she‘d gained her status. The other was a guy named Zack, shortly after I lost my virginity to Ray. It lasted for a bout three months, but he didn‘t like the fact that I was taking so long at practices. He felt he wasn‘t getting the attention he deserved and got really clingy I dropped him like a hot rock. Other than that I‘ve never dated anyone else. Flirted yes, but no dating. I‘ve been too preoccupied with soccer I just haven’t had time.

»»xoxoxoxoxoxoIt's Not Over

PSYCHO_CHiiNADOLL

[PSYCHO_CHiiNADOLL]

Tyson Alec Reeves

But please! Call me Ty...or Ty-Ty...or Evee or whatever floats your boat!

"Life is like photography. You develop from the negatives."

Now normally, when one thinks of getting woken up in the morning for school, one automatically thinks of blaring alarm clocks, right? Well, Not one Tyler Reeves. When he thought of waking up in the morning for school, he automatically pictures two little blond princesses coming and jumping on his bed and poking him with random toys till he got up. And today was just like every other day. Around six forty, the door to the blond teenagers room creaked open. Of course poor Tyson was never aware of this. He was too hard of a sleeper to prepare himself for the ‘vicious’ attacks from his little sisters. Soft pitter-patters of little feet against plush carpet and badly muffled giggles from the girls echoed around the room as the two four year olds neared the bed. Of course, their mother merely peeked in to watch the little wake up call, amusement written all over her pretty face. One of the girls, Kirsten, held a soft ugly doll’s plushy clutched to her chest and the other blond, Zoë was pulling Tyson’s computer chair up to his bed and clambering up and standing.

The mother almost felt bad for her son, as she knew what was about to happen. But Tyson was always such a hard sleeper, and this was the best way to get him up. Said blond boy was sprawled half-hazardly across his bed, one arm flopped over his face and the other laying half off the bed, his back flat against the bed while his hips and legs were twisted towards the wall his bed was pressed up against. His mother cocked her head. Surely that had to be uncomfortable. Ah, the wonders of her son. The twins started to giggle, while Zoe stood in the chair, giggling uncontrollably. Suddenly, Zoe launched herself ontop of the slumbering blond, landing hard on his stomach, causing him to jerk roughly and gasp for the breath that left his lungs in a ‘whoosh’ . Kirsten meanwhile started poking him in the side of the head with one of the long ears on the doll, giggling madly along with her sister. Tyson, now being able to properly breathe, sighed loudly and reached down and started to poke Zoe in the side while his mother left the doorway and back downstairs.

Zoe squealed and rolled over onto his legs, allowing Tyson to sit up, pushing his messy blond hair out of his face, sighing. “Chibi’s…do you have to wake me up like that?” He asked, smiling all the while. “YEP! YEP! YEP!” Screeched Zoe while Kirsten nodded and giggled “Papa says you sleep like a…a rock!” Tyson made a face which caused both girls to giggle. “I do not!” He said, suddenly throwing his covers over Zoe and yanking his legs out from under her. She squealed again and squirmed under the covers, trying to find the way out. Kirsten was hopping up and down, holding one of her arms up so he could pick her up and set her on the bed. He did so, trading spots with her and standing, rubbing his stomach under his shirt while the two girls bounced on his bed. “Can I leave you two here alone while I take my shower? You know where the crayons and paper is right?” since the two were in his room a lot, he’d made a little box specifically for them with crayons and paper and a few coloring books. He’d taken away the stickers after coming out of a shower and finding half his room plastered with pink, purple and lime green butterflies. Both called out a “Okay Ty-Ty!” before running over to the box pushed under his desk. He smiled and grabbed a pair of clean boxers from his dresser and went to the bathroom for his shower.

He came back out fifteen minutes later with clean hair, body, boxers and teeth. And he found both his sisters in the middle of his floor, dancing around, crayons everywhere. They had also managed to turn on his stereo which was currently blasting out some Goo Goo Dolls music. He blinked and shook his head. He would never understand how his sisters were able to make such a huge mess in only fifteen minutes. Both girls looked up and giggled at his lack of clothing, calling out that he had cooties. He grinned and tugged on a ‘The Spill Canvas’ T-shirt with paint splatters of different colors all over it -a result from a finger painting war between him an Kirsten- before crouching down and giving Kirsten a ‘shwerbert’ on the cheek, quickly catching Zoe by the back of her lime green dress and giving her one too. “Now! Just for the ‘cooties’ comment, I now banish you from my room! I’ll have you know that I am cooties negative. Now, clean up the mess, and be gone with ye!” He’d been so over dramatic about it, that both girls were giggling but did as they were told and cleaned up, taking a couple pictures with them that were probably meant for the refrigerator. When they hesitated at the door, he made to lunge at them and they shrieked and ran down the hall and down the stairs. He listened and made sure he didn’t hear any screaming because one of them had fallen down or on the stairs, before shutting his door so he could change.

He tugged on a pair of dark washed blue jeans and yanked on a random pair of socks. He gathered up his things -books, I-pod, cell phone, wallet, keys- and shoved them in his black back pack. He actually didn’t use messenger bags, unless he was going to some ones house or something. Otherwise he didn’t use them really, they hurt his shoulders. He looked through his camera bag, making sure he had what he needed -spare lenses, film, memory cards, charger, both digital and film camera- before heading downstairs. He nearly tripped over Kirsten as the girl shot past him, trying to get to the bathroom, landing awkwardly on his left ankle. He winced and set his stuff down by the door, rotating the appendage to make sure it was alright, before walking into the kitchen. He went over and rummaged around in the fridge, pulling out a bottle of red mountain dew, trying to ignore his mothers disapproving look. See, Tyson never ate much of anything in the mornings, as it ended up making him sick to his stomach for some strange odd reason. He smiled charmingly at her, blinking as she pointed to the clock. He blinked, his eyes widening slightly. “Holy Shi-” He cut himself off as his mother gave him a look. “Shi…take mushrooms.” He was always forgetting to edit himself around the babies. His mom wasn’t really strict when it came to cursing, so long as he wasn’t cursing out teachers or authority figures. But that didn’t mean that she particularly liked it.

He quickly kissed his mom on the cheek, then Zoe on the top of her pig-tailed head. He once again almost tripped over Kirsten, but manage to safely avoid a collision. He kissed her on the head, shouting out to them “I’ll see you later! I’ll call if something comes up!” before gathering up his things and shooting out to his car, a used navy and silver Subaru Baja. He climbed in and put the keys in the ignition, starting the car and pulling out of the driveway. He cranked up the volume for his radio, letting ‘The summer obsession’ serenade him on the way to school. He smiled as he neared the building. He actually didn’t mind being at school, no not because he liked doing homework, but because of his boyfriend, Aiden. He grinned at the thought of the model boy. His model boy. Now they were both seniors and their anniversary was coming up. Wow…It’s been one full year…It doesn’t seem that long at all. He thought as he pulled into the parking space at the school. I wonder what I should get him…He pouted slightly. He’d never been good at buying gifts for people, unless they told him flat out what they wanted, or they were just simple to buy for, like his sisters. He climbed out of the car, grabbing his things and locking the door. He pulled out the cell and quickly sent a text to said male before walking into the building. The other was almost always there before him, unless they decided that they would go to school together.

Dani!
I just got here
>.<
Evil sisters jumped on me today!
I’m probably gonna have a bruise!
Kiss it better for me?
Pwease?
See you in a bit!
Love Ty

OOC: For those who don't know what a 'shwerbert' it's basically just when you kiss someones cheek and blow air out of your mouth at the same time. It kinda sounds like a raspberry.
And I'm sorry about how long it is! >.< I had too much fun with it and I couldn't stop!

xoxoxoxoxoxo

[PSYCHO_CHiiNADOLL]

[PSYCHO_CHiiNADOLL]

Tyson Alec Barker

I am Twin #2 and you can call me Ty!
"You have to shoot, otherwise you can't score".
Soccer is my anti drug.

Practically bouncing excitedly in his seat while they came closer and closer to where they would be staying for the duration of their vacation, Tyson grinned brightly. The trip had been pretty un-eventful, the three in the car making jokes and just talking the whole time. Tyson had squawked indignantly when Daisy kicked his seat not once, but twice. He’d shot her a playful glare and rolled his eyes and stated that he knew they were there. He’d let the car slow and roll to a stop a little ways away from their cabin and he’d let out a giggle at this sight of it. God he was so freaking giddy! It was insane, but hey, if you were coming back to your favorite childhood vacation spot, you would be giddy too! He turned the car off and picked up his over shirt that he’d tossed onto the passenger side seat and pulled it on over the white tank-top, before getting out of the.

Letting the car door swing open, he quivered at the sudden difference in temperature and smiled, arching his back and stretching himself out. He’d always loved the heat, but he was glad that he‘d chosen to wear the right clothes. A light white tank-top, covered by a light blue black and white striped button up shirt that was left unbuttoned, over some loose and holy jeans with scuffs all over them and holes in the knees and back pockets. He spaced out a little, staring out at the lake he could see between the cabins and had to fight the urge to just sprint out and jump in. Glancing around, he spotted a few people walking around, some heading to the water, while others were just walking around or hanging out on their porches. Speaking of some of the people on the porches, two were standing out particularly well and he blinked, cocking his head to the side slightly. They were… “Holy s**t…” He muttered in shock, watching as the older Orson brother walked over to them, or rather to his sister. He grinned brightly at both Kynan and Edwyn, bouncing excitedly. How long had it been since he’d last seen the brothers? Well, too long, at any rate. He almost didn’t know who to run over and talk to first. He grinned at his sisters blurted out greeting “How have you been Kyn? Long time no see!” He stated, grinning at the bespectacled boy.

He looked over to Edwin, who was currently still standing on the porch and he pouted “Eddie! I’m hurt! I can’t believe you wouldn’t come and say hello to your long lost friend Ty!” He crossed his arms over his chest and tried not to grin. Hey, if the Orson brothers were here, then maybe the Connors were here! He beamed at the thought. It would be great to have the friends all back together again. He glanced back at the small crash and blinked, looking down to see Rain trying to pick up the rest of the bags. He blinked stupidly for a moment, before suddenly walking over and helping her gather up the rest of the things, grinning at her “Just so excited that your falling over Rain?” He asked, grabbing his suitcase and standing it up “Not hurt are you? No scratches and or booboos?” He asked, smiling at his sisters best friend.

xoxoxoxoxoxo

[PSYCHO_CHiiNADOLL]

Tyson Reeve Banner
Mr. Keyboard man is in the building
Magical things happen when ivory and ebony collide

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So let go (let go) Jump in
Oh well whatcha waiting for
It's all right, 'cause there's beauty in the breakdown
So let go (so let go) Just get in
Oh it's so amazing here
It's all right, 'cause there's beauty in the breakdown