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Mischa laughed and shook her head. Her sunglasses nearly flew off but she caught them before they clattered to the floor. "Far from a 'nancy-boy' Emlen. You seem unlike the pampered people I have seen in my time. That is good. I don't get along well with spoiled people." She grinned and winked, folding her sunglasses and sliding one of the temples into the front of her shirt, letting the pair of aviator shades hang there like they often did. Mischa didn't have any case for them, so she either hung them on her shirt or wore them on her head. Stretching her arms above her head, she opened her mouth to speak again. "I pride myself in being 'not prissy' as you so aptly worded it. I find prissiness is a giveaway for.. things." She had almost then spouted what the two had just silently agreed not to parade about. But she caught herself, and had added a vague hand gesture to make it seem like she hadn't just about ruined everything.


Feel the r a i n on your skin
No one else can f e e l it for you
Only y o u can let it in
No one e l s e, no one else
Can speak the w o r d s on your lips
Drench yourself in words u n s p o k e n
Live your life with a r m s wide open
Today is where you book b e g i n s
The r e s t is still unwritten

[tangle buddies]

>>BL0ND3 W0ND3R<<[[L0V3S HiiM T0 D3ATH <3]] says:

Ian wondered for a moment why they had come in so early. Roxxie had been talking as though they were leaving at that precise moment, yet now they were still in the parking lot of the park. He felt as though they had been rushed in for nothing. And if not for the fact he didn't want to smell like grass again, he would have asked Samson to go back outside with him. He was content inside as well. After all, he had Sam next to him and that was all he really needed at the moment.

He glanced Sam's shirt. A Single Digit Sex shirt. The blond contemplated how that could be taken. It would either scream Sam the band guy or something really perverted, depending on how drunk the person was and how well they could read. He shrugged the thoughts off. It didn't matter what people thought about his shirt, and the perverts could just back off. Sam was his, and his only. Suddenly, Ian felt very protective of his boyfriend and smiled about it. "You know, Sam, I'm going to have to fight off perverts tonight. You should try not being so gorgeous. I'm kidding, of course, but still. Girls are going to want you, boys too. Sucks for them though." He pulled his arms around Sam, hugging the boy for a moment, "You're mine."

”Baby, don’t be gentle.
I can handle anything.
Baby, take me on a journey.
I’ve been thinking lately I could use
A little time alone with you.
Crazy? Let’s do something. Maybe?
Please don't take your time.
You’ve got me right where
You want me.

[m o o s i e p o p s]

{{Today's the big day~
Happy Graduation, Boww. :]
Hope your mom doesn't cry too much, and you too. :]
o3o; I'm on after school, so no, I'm not ungrounded yet.
I'll post for you to have a little fun though. :]
As soon as I start working on my English Homework though.
And I have to do a post in the other RP. -____-
Shiz.}}

[m o o s i e p o p s]

• Я о ҳ α ŋ ŋ ε •

Саŧсн а ғаłłіŋġ δŧаяя … ŋзνзя ιзŧ іŧ ғаđз аŵау

Roxanne smiled half heartedly as the boy spoke his small statement about gratitude. She patted his knee, and picked herself up and slid into her seat again. "Like I said, no problem. That's what friends are for, right?" She felt her grin grow to something more genuine, and merely shrugged. Starting up the bus, the redhead realized exactly what she was doing. She was switching the subject, and trying to remove Tommy's thoughts from the pits of despair he seemed to have been thrown into after speaking of his accident. The girl wanted him to be happy, to feel joy as pure as she felt everyday, and had no patience for people wallowing in self pity. She wasn't very patient to begin with, and people moaning like cows with stomachs didn't help. Roxxie stuck her head out of the window and watched for cars as she pulled out.

As she got onto the road, she chirped, "So, TomTom, which way, duckie?" The girl poked the Starr child without so much as a glance away from the road as she said this. She had a better track record than Ian and the others for driving, but she wasn't the greatest either. The Lavoie needed to have her complete attention on the road, however nothing in this world would probably keep Roxanne from talking, it was just so natural. She spoke a lot, sang some, and listened when needed. These things were never going to change, no matter what activity she was doing.

[tangle buddies]

K i K i K0LADA

{{Today's the big day~
Happy Graduation, Boww. :]
Hope your mom doesn't cry too much, and you too. :]
o3o; I'm on after school, so no, I'm not ungrounded yet.
I'll post for you to have a little fun though. :]
As soon as I start working on my English Homework though.
And I have to do a post in the other RP. -____-
Shiz.}}

[[First of all, I misses you, Moosie! GET UNGROUNDED DAMNIT. Ian agrees with me. He misses his Sammy!

Ian: D: SAMMEH, I LOVE YOU! <3 COME BACK TO ME!

She cried a lot. So did I. XD Anyway, I had a lot of fun at graduation. GET UNGROUNDED I SAYS. T-T

[m o o s i e p o p s]

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"Forever and ever, you'll stay in my heart and I will love you" Aretha Franklin

The quiet hum of the bus's engine had returned into the brunet's ear drums and calmed him a bit. Although, he wasn't anything but content to begin with, the sound of the bus was familiar, home-like. Sam realized it was a bit odd to think so, but such things occur when you tour around the country in a tour bus and grow up in a heavily public transportation reliant area. The Searle tightened the embrace momentarily and rasped in response, "Of course, I'll always be just yours. But, I'm not that good looking, Ian. You look more-" Sam stopped, trying to think of another word than the one that he was going to say. 'Adorable.' Ian often was considered to be feminine, but the boy didn't really notice that his boyfriend seemed more like a girlfriend to those who didn't know them. However, he knew that this descriptive word might not be the smartest choice for what he was going for. 'Cutsey? Fragile-looking? Approachable? Breathtaking?' These were all things that Samson wouldn't object to calling Ian, but still, it wasn't what he was looking for.

Releasing the blond from his embrace, he took a small step back, and studied the male before him. He pursed his lips in frustration, and retorted, "I can't come up with a good enough word to describe you, but people often approach you sooner than me. Perhaps it's because I'm...color-changing." He grinned his signature smile, referring to the boy's tendency to change color when thrust into a pool of strangers. His thin fingers intertwined with Ian's as he went on, "But really, you won't need to beat off any perverts. It wouldn't be necessary, because that kind attention could only be held by you." Sammy shrugged sheepishly. 'Does love make everyone so sappy?' He wondered curiously. It wasn't a problem with the boy, he didn't mind the side-affects, but the question did make him want to know the answer.

In all of creations all things great and small
You are the one that surpasses them all
More precious than any diamond or pearl
They broke the mold when you came in this world

[PiiNK - l o l l i P0P]

[{ Since I am uninspired Tommy-wise, you shall all instead get a glorious Sekkie post :B }]

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matousek
✖ LY3NK4 !! ✖ »ѕ є к к ї э їs тнэ qυεзη σf тнє яаvә« [[+ && s e c r e t l y ilovehim -]]

Sekkie sat on her bed, one knee tucked up to her chest so she'd have access to her boots. The laces on them were rainbow striped, and she pulled them tight and tied them in a neat bow. Sitting up, she slid her foot off the bed and stood. Then she realized something. "Oh no! Where's my glowsticks?" Sekkie immediately started digging through her bag. It took her a few moments, but she soon found her stash of unused glowsticks. She selected a pink one and a green one, and laced them onto a necklace string. She'd activate them later. Grabbing two ponytail holders, she yanked her dreads into two gigantic ponytails, putting a gel spike band around the base of each one. Then she flounced down to the bathroom again, and looked herself up and down in the mirror. Nodding her approval at her hurriedly-thrown-together outfit, she left the bathroom and smoothed her tutu, making her way down the stairs. She spotted Emlen, and someone else. Her eyes almost narrowed before she caught herself. What the heck was wrong with her? Was she feeling jealous? Probably. She walked happily up to Emlen. "Emmi, you don't look ready to go party!" She punched him playfully in the arm.


I get so b r e a t h l e s s, when you call my name,
I've often wondered, do y o u feel the same?
There's a c h e m i s t r y, energy, a synchronicity
When we're all alone,
So don't tell me
You can't see
What I'm t h i n k i n g of.

[tangle buddies]

>>BL0ND3 W0ND3R<<[[L0V3S HiiM T0 D3ATH <3]] says:

[[Ian uses an expression my mommy used once o3o.]]

Ian slipped his fingers out of Sam's grip and wrapped his arms around the other male, hugging him tightly. As he pulled away, he looked up at his boyfriend. "You, love, don't give yourself enough credit. You're ******** gorgeous, you know? Don't you notice the way people look at you? I mean, damn, first example excluding myself. Cree. She practically creamed her shorts the minute she saw you. You're one of the best looking guys out there."

The blond pulled himself completely away from his boyfriend, only to fall into the bed. He folded his arms behind his head and stared up at the ceiling for a moment. However, his attention soon fell back onto Sam. 'I'll always be yours.' Sammy's words made a grin tug on Ian's lips. This summer was going to go perfect.

"And another thing, you don't have to worry about me tonight either. It's not like I'm going to go far. Think about it. You really think I'll want to dance with anybody else? No thanks, love. I've got the only person I'll ever need."

As he finished his statement, Ian's smile grew. This was turning into the perfect summer already. He briefly wondered if this was what heaven felt like, minus the impatience of the birthday that was drawing near. He felt completely content at the moment, and nothing could change that.

[[-pats Ian- poor thing doesn't has a clue. XD]]

”Baby, don’t be gentle.
I can handle anything.
Baby, take me on a journey.
I’ve been thinking lately I could use
A little time alone with you.
Crazy? Let’s do something. Maybe?
Please don't take your time.
You’ve got me right where
You want me.

[m o o s i e p o p s]

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"Forever and ever, you'll stay in my heart and I will love you" Aretha Franklin

Sam frowned slightly, remembering Cree's arrival. She was a peculiar girl, to say the least. Cree had shown up for this trip and yet, she usually remained invisible, figuratively speaking, of course, but she only popped in at random times. He reminded Ian, "She's been like that since high school. I think she's just a hyper girl." He paused, then continued, "Or something. But thanks. Same to you, Ai." The brunet felt special as the blond said this, he personally didn't think he was something extraordinary, but the boy could be described as humble, so perhaps that was why. But in reality, the Tailee child was the only person he found attractive, and he couldn't think himself it because he simply was not Ian. Sure, he'd realize that someone was good-looking but was never attracted.

And as he reassured Samson, the tall boy felt instantly relieved. Even after a year of dating, he always wondered if Ian noticed his affect on others, especially females. He didn't feel much like dealing with them lately, and was looking forward to merely dancing with his boyfriend.

In all of creations all things great and small
You are the one that surpasses them all
More precious than any diamond or pearl
They broke the mold when you came in this world

[tangle buddies]

>>BL0ND3 W0ND3R<<[[L0V3S HiiM T0 D3ATH <3]] says:

Ian looked over at Sam. The boy seemed even taller when he was laying down. Ian didn't like the feeling. He didn't mind usually being shorter than Sam. He was almost a foot shorter than his boyfriend normally, but when laying down it felt like he was even shorter. Shaking his head lightly, the blond sat up and grabbed at Sam's arm. "You make me feel really short like this, you know?" He attempted to pull the brunet down towards his level and onto the bed. "Sit with me, silly."

[[short but meehh my wrist hurts.]]

”Baby, don’t be gentle.
I can handle anything.
Baby, take me on a journey.
I’ve been thinking lately I could use
A little time alone with you.
Crazy? Let’s do something. Maybe?
Please don't take your time.
You’ve got me right where
You want me.

[m o o s i e p o p s]

◦▪◦لαммγ◦▪◦

"Forever and ever, you'll stay in my heart and I will love you" Aretha Franklin

The brunet smiled. It seemed they had the same problem- they didn't like feeling short. Of course, Sam's was reasonable, he supposed, because he was so tall to begin with, but as long as Ian was with him, there wasn't much he could do about that. The boy sat down next to Ian, slinging an arm around his waist. As long as the blond was there, he'd be content. Today was going to be a good day, probably tomorrow, and the days following that. However, the itching feeling of being supposed to remember something tomorrow was badgering Samson softly in the back of his mind. He didn't know what it was, but somehow, he knew something was important. Deciding to let it rest, Sam replied, "I am, I am. Better?"

In all of creations all things great and small
You are the one that surpasses them all
More precious than any diamond or pearl
They broke the mold when you came in this world

[m o o s i e p o p s]

{{o o c;; time skip to after club one? o3o; }}

[tangle buddies]

[[Yes inviso-moose XD]]

[m o o s i e p o p s]

N4iiRii D4Dii4N;; D3THR0N3D && DiiSLiiK3D.
♥Lessons Learned: You never know when your world's going to fall apart..♥

{{o o c;; WARNING. MONSTER POST AHEAD. MOOSE OUT DID HERSELF. YOU WERE WARNED.}}

A wet haired Nairi sat in the seat normally occupied by a small redhead in what she called Roxxieland. His blue eyes were unusually alert, much more than usual. He had a good time at the club, yes, but hadn't completely let go. Every so often he'd have to get out, let his skin rest from the crawling sensations that badgered him from even the slightest brush against someone. And at a dance club, not touching someone proved to be a challenge. The boy was fairly accustomed to the ways of being at a club though, as he went to them as often as his budget would allow. He had the routine down pat, dance a few songs, sit out a few, drink a few shots or some kind of drink and go back into the germ-infested, sweaty mob that although with hesitance, he had to admit he loved. Of course, he never drank enough to get wasted, not even a bit buzzed. He had strict rules about that, as if you were drunk, you could end up someone home. Which, essentially did include touching unless you wanted to entertain them with a glorious night of Jenga.

The Dadian had been in one of his rare good, relaxed moods after the club, but only briefly. The twenty one year old's mood had been pulled to a complete stop at the sudden text from none other than his mother. The blue eyed boy hadn't heard from either of his parents since before the trip, when he had sent them enough money to get them by until the end of summer. But, she had demanded that they talked, and so, being surprisingly faithful to his parents’ wishes, Nairi had planned to do just that. And thus led the spontaneous trip to New York, only a bit away from New Jersey, he supposed Roxxie would be delighted in the morning, as she wouldn’t have to drive much more than over the bridge and she’d be at wherever they were going to celebrate Samson’s birthday. Everyone was sound asleep, and the male was enjoying the silence of being by himself. Nairi was odd, to say the least. Apart from the no-touching thing, he liked to be by himself. Most people didn’t understand his ways, as he made no effort to let them in to understand, it was fine with him. So the quiet hum of the bus was comforting in such a stressful time such as this. ‘What’s wrong? Why does she want to talk to me? What happened? Is Dad in trouble? Did she get laid off? Is Grandma dead?’ He worried silently.

His lips were pressed into a thin line of worry as he pulled up to the apartment complex that he was now familiar with. Over the years they had moved from a home and eventually ended up in this three-room apartment, leaving no room for him except on the couch when he lived there for brief amounts of time. The Armenian just hoped that no one woke up, he’d be mortified if they saw where he lived. Although he was worried out of his mind, he still had the scrap of pride he clung to. It was a rickety old building, paint peeling off of the thick bricks, gate practically rusted over, and the little grass that they had looked like it needed a good hosing. With a glance back to the empty room around him, the male stole out of the bus without a sound. He hit a button labeled, “Dadian” and spoke softly into the intercom, “Mom, it’s me. Nairi.” There was no response for a while, the slender boy stood patiently waiting for his absent parent to return his greeting, shivering slightly from his newly washed hair and lack of proper clothing. It was surprisingly cold for a summer night, complete with a cool breeze. The speaker crackled and out came a tired voice, “I’ll be down in a second. Stay.”

His mother was true to her word. She was tall and slim, looking almost model like, except she was in her early forties, and much too tired looking to complete such a task. It was obvious that she was one of the reasons her only son was so attractive. Nairi’s face lit up from his worried scowl at the sight of his mother, but she remained distant to him. The boy approached her as she pushed open the gate, and tried to embrace her, but instead of accepting the rare affectionate gesture from the Armenian boy, she held out a hand and shook her head. His arms immediately dropped, and a flicker of hurt flashed in his eyes but was immediately replaced with that cold look. ‘I don’t need anyone. Remember that, Nai. You’re fine. She doesn’t matter.’ He comforted himself silently. But inside, that hurt. It was like scraping your bare knees when you were a kid, accidentally electrocuting yourself, or turning up the water too hot and stepping in unexpectantingly. No matter how much he felt betrayed or hurt though, the boy willed himself not to let it show.

The mother took a look at him, then at the bus and asked lazily, “What, when did you get rich? Holding out on us, Nairi?” With a sigh, the dark haired boy replied, “No. This is my friend’s bus.” His words weren’t heard by the woman though, she took a step towards him, dark eyes narrowed, lips curled into a scowl that oddly resembled the younger male’s very own and spat, “Way to go. Get rich and leave your family in the dust. We’re the only thing you have, remember that.” The nineteen year old barely batted an eye, but his jaw jutted out slightly in defiance. “I told you, I’m not any richer than I was two months ago. What did you want, Mom?” His slight emphasis on the word, ‘mom’ was his hint to move along. He prayed that she got it. With a sigh of her own, she shifted her weight to her left foot and placed her palm on her hip. Mrs. Dadian looked at her sole son and said wearily, “I’m leaving your father.”

That hit Nairi like a bomb. Never, never had he thought that his parents would do such a thing. Sure, they had their problems, with the female of the home working two jobs, and his father laid off, but like a child, he always assumed that everything’d work out. And in this case, it was obviously only wishful thinking. Nairi blinked in shock a few times and ran his hand over the bottom portion of his face. Looking up, he croaked, his voice slightly muffled from his hand covering his mouth, “Are you sure? I mean, you could work it out, right? It’ll be okay, right? Mom, Dad’ll get a job, everything’ll be okay again.” The college student’s tone was now pleading, despite his attempt to keep everything under a calm, cool, collected exposure. He went forward and tried to put his hand on his mother’s shoulder, but once again, his touch was denied. She this time blocked it with her own hand, and glared at him. “Never touch me. You’re filthy.” She commanded. “And I need more money now. Your father will too, I expect, as we’re living in separate quarters soon.”

Nairi stared at his hands, trying to understand her statements. She seemed so far away to him, her voice only a whisper in the distance. ‘Money.’ He realized what she was talking about. His steel blue eyes narrowed, as he thought angrily, ‘Money. I should have known that that was what this whole thing was about.’ The Armenian’s hands shook as he dug his hand in his athletic shorts’ pockets and clutched his wallet. He ripped it open, and chucked the two crisp Benjamin Franklins towards her, and with that, the last of his savings for the summer. Now, whether it be gas or food, he had to rely on Sam’s cooking skills and hope to God that he wouldn’t have to chip in anymore. “Here. I don’t have anymore.” He choked out with force. His throat didn’t want to speak, it was closing up, a huge knot in it forming. But the nineteen year old willed it to obey as he looked up at the woman. “Where are you living?” She blinked, and murmured, “What?” He repeated himself, aching, “Where are you living?” Nairi wanted nothing more than to sit down, think this out, perhaps sing himself to sleep, forget this ever happened. But that wasn’t an option to Nairi. It was no more an option of offering his dad a job at a five star restaurant. Luck simply seemed to have run out for him. His mother, on the other hand had seized the money and greedily tucked it away in her undergarment. While she did so, she replied, not looking her son in the eye, “Around.”

The boy’s eyes narrowed, and he found it very hard to keep his voice even and restrained. “Where. Are you living. Mother?” He breathed, shaking. He was so angry, so distraught, too hurt to cry, too disappointed to offer up sympathy for the failed marriage, that he couldn’t bear to even look at the woman who gave him life. Nairi deliberately grabbed her, his grip tightening on her shoulders, as he shook her slightly and shouted, “Where are you living, Mother?! I need to know! You want your damn checks, don’t you? Don’t you?! Tell me where the ******** you’re living.” The woman looked coldly at her offspring. “It’s none of your business. Just send two checks here, one for your father one for me. He’ll get it to me.” She said without any tenderness for him. She then shoved his arms off of her shoulders and hissed, “You’re dirty and not worthy of anything, Nairi. Don’t touch me, I told you that. Things would have been so easy without you. Instead, I had to get married to that damn foreigner and have you. What a waste of time, money and energy.” The Dadian child stood there, in utter shock as she returned into the building. He couldn’t move, his limbs were too heavy, and oddly enough, he didn’t feel the need to. Nairi didn’t feel much like doing anything.

But I'm a special lover sometimes
But you only touch a ghost
I'm a sycophantic courtier with an elegant repose
And needless to say you're the one that I need the most
'Cause the only one I come undone for is you

[tangle buddies]

N3SS4 [[JUST BR3ATH3]] says:

Vanessa awakened at an unknown hour. A few glimpses around the upper portion of the bus showed that it must be pretty late or too early for nobody else seemed to be awake yet. She climbed out of her sleeping area, quickly wrapping the lime green and pink blanket around her shoulders, and made her way down to the bottom level of the bus. She couldn't explain why she had woken up but guessed it was because she was thirsty. However, the bottom level of the bus felt emptier. She noticed Ian and Sam were sleeping comfortably, curled up next to one another. What was it that was missing? Making her way towards the refrigerator, her tired eyes fell upon the driver seat. It was empty. It was at that moment she realized the bus was no longer moving.

So that was what was missing. Nairi had been driving the bus, and now the bus seat was empty. The bathroom door was still open, revealing that he wasn't inside. Curiosity overtook the girl. Where had he disappeared to? Vanessa made her way towards the bus door and cracked it open slightly. There was Nairi, standing alone in front of what appeared to be a row of dumpy apartments. Was this where he lived? She couldn't think of any other reason that he would be outside them.

"Nairi?" she asked, her voice raising just loud enough for him to hear so she didn't waken anybody inside the bus, "What are you doing out here? Do you realize how late it is?" Something felt wrong. Nessa wasn't sure what it was yet, but something was wrong. Carefully, she made her way over to the male, watching her steps and making sure not to step on anything. "Nairi?" she called out again, standing in front of the male.

Here in town, you can tell
He’s been down for a while.
But my god, it’s so beautiful
When the boys smiles.
Wanna hold him.
Maybe I’ll just sing about it.