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Vanessa Amerie Sanchez

It’s not always rainbows & butterflies.

"Peppermint," Vanessa replied sleepily, placing her tea cup on a nearby table. A small yawn made its way from her lips, and she leaned back on the couch. The night was taking its toll on her body, and she found herself growing more and more exhausted. She yawned and brought her legs up, crossing them Indian-style and rested her head on her hands which were placed in her lap.

It didn't take long for her to fall asleep. In her slumber, she fell sideways gently, resting her head on Nairi's shoulder. Her arms made their way around his waist lightly, hugging him almost as though he was a teddy bear.

It’s compromise. It moves us along.

[Caffeinated Cree]

Cr€€ :.~Wynt€r~.: Faustiko (> ﾟ ヮﾟ)>



Cree watched the on-going conversations in the bus, and was anxious just to get out. She really hadn't done anything while she was on this trip. She wanted to get acquainted with more people, but something told her she'd mess up again. Instead, she'd been sitting on the bus, minding her own buisness. Soon that would cahnge though. She got herself up and went to the back of the bus to find Sam or Ian, but instead she found another couple; Nairi and Nessa. They were like children, laying all snuggled like that. Cree looked to the side and noticed the tea, she had also had sudden thirst, so she took a drink. After her small cup of tea, she patted Nessa's shoulder lightly. "Hey, wake up." She giggled lightly. "Are you two lovers like Sam and Ian? You two are cute together."

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Ian Mitchell Tailee

I lean close and whisper

Ian's eyes opened slowly, and he found himself staring at the back of Sam's head. One of his own arms was under his head, and the other rested across Sam's waist. He yawned and propped himself up on one arm. It didn't take long for him to realize what day it was. It was Samson's birthday. It was the day that Sam had been dreading, but Ian had been waiting for what felt like forever. He knew everything he had planned would happen today, and he hoped it went how he had planned it.

But those plans would still have to wait. There were a few hours before the party even started. Ian grinned and leaned over Sam. He planted a small kiss on Sam's cheek, and whispered, "Good morning, love. Happy birthday." The day had only just begun, and already Ian was active. Yet he had never felt so worried in his entire life. This party hadn't been easy to plan, and he was still praying to every higher being that everything went as he had planned.

Can we stay here forever?

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N4iiRii;; ii'LL B3 B3TT3R WH3N ii'M 0LD3R. ii PR0MiiS3

1. Upon the girl’s giggling voice hitting Nairi’s ears, his lids fluttered open. They were heavy still; he still was a bit shaken up from the previous events of late last night. They opened far enough for him to see the pink haired girl, and he grimaced. He blinked, trying to process what she had just said. ‘Couple?’ He wondered, ‘Who in the world is she referring to?’ But suddenly, the slight pressure around his waist and shoulder caught his attention. His eyes snapped alert and he braced himself before he slowly looked down at his waist, followed the pale arms that were snaked around it and ended up on the sleeping face of the familiar Portuguese mix. The Dadian sucked in a breath of air, and said with clenched teeth, “Nessa.” It was all he could manage out, he felt his cheeks heat up with a blush of mortification.

The boy took his hands, and with two fingers only per each of her arms he removed them from him as if they were something gross. He wiped his hands on his tank immediately after and shuddered. How long had they been like that? Of course they looked like a, no he couldn’t even think the word. It was impossible. She was much too good for the likes of him, and Nairi didn’t feel even the sliver of hope thinking about that. It was a ridiculous thing as well, as he didn’t need anyone. In response to Cree, he replied icily, “No. She made tea, we fell asleep accidentally. As if I’d go out with anyone here.” He hoped this small hint was enough to provide Cree with the idea that she couldn’t be any more wrong if she tried. Nairi couldn’t manage it to be civil with her at this point. He didn’t have it in him.

I've dropped out
Burned up
Fought my way back from the dead
Tuned in
Turned on
Remembered the things you said

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Vanessa Amerie Sanchez

It’s not always rainbows & butterflies.

Vanessa woke up when she felt herself being moved. It didn't take long for her to realize what had happened. She was far closer to Nairi than she had been when she had fallen asleep. Her sleepy mind caught onto the very last portion of his statement. 'As if I'd date anyone here.' It was a depressing way to start a morning. Sighing, she propped herself up and grabbed for her blanket. She pulled it close to her body. A part of the blanket smelt like Nairi. Realizing this, the girl pushed the blanket into her lap and away from her face and chest.

Wiping her eyes groggily, she looked over at Nairi and Cree. "What are you guys doing up so early?" Vanessa was sitting sideways on the couch and rested her head on the back of it. She wondered why she had been so close to Nairi in her sleep, but wondered even more how they had stayed like that all night. However, it was too early to deal with these thoughts, and the girl yawned once more, pushing them out of her conscience for the time being.

It’s compromise. It moves us along.

[Caffeinated Cree]

Cr€€ :.~Wynt€r~.: Faustiko (> ﾟ ヮﾟ)>



Cree shook her head. She stared at Nairi. "Yes, just tea. I should have known. Well, I think you made your point." She could see that he wasn't very amused at the other girl's actions. Cree flicked a smile to Nessa. "I've been up for a while now. I was looking for conversation, then I found you both. I haven't done much of anything since I've been here, much less sleep." She pushed her cotton-candy colored hair behind her ears. "After all, I can't sleep, it's Sam's birthday! I have to wish him a happy birthday." She added.

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Nicolao Seung Sanchez

The Star Commonly Known As Niko

Niko pulled himself away from Kyo and sat up. He ran a hand sleepily through his own hair, yawning as he did so. He was too tired to listen to everything Kyo was saying, although he could tell Kyo was talking at him. The other male seemed to be quite hung over. Niko didn't feel too bad. This was probably due to the fact he didn't drink much at the party. After all, he didn't want to be hung over for Sam's birthday. It would probably make Ian mad at him, and that was one thing he didn't want to have to deal with this summer. A fight with your best friend was a sure fire way to mess up a summer. Especially if you two were crammed on a bus together.

"I'm not a bear, you know?" the Korean mix stated, feeling irritable from lack of sleep.

This is screaming photo-op.

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{{ o o c;; We aren't moving, Cree. So we're not going to be at the club soon. Please edit your first post.}}

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mitsui

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Kyo sat up all the way and scratched his head. His headache was fading, he wasn't quite as hungover as he thought. Glancing down, he realized the main cause of his headache- He hadn't had a pillow. "Right.." Yawning, Kyo layed back again, his fngers locked behind his head. He closed his eyes, and almost smiled. "Hey, today's Sam's birthday, isn't it?" He turned his head to look at Niko. The boy looked really tired. Kyo anticipated that Niko was not a morning person.

sometimes i wonder why
we have no limits
everything we do is timed,
just find out who we are
we wont stop playing,
the special game of love
and when we get together the time is running
i'll be your dream that you'll remember
over and over

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

His closed eyes were shut harder as Samson shifted. He couldn't find the energy to open them actually, as he wasn't the most bright morning person, the boy wondered what in the world was Ian talking about. The syllables were having troubles being strung together in Sam's mind, but slowly he figured out what Ian was saying. 'Happy Birthday?' He thought sleepily. 'Nonsense, my birthday is on the twenty-third of June. Today's only-' The twenty-three year old frowned in thought. He struggled to remember the proper date. '-the twenty-third.' The boy realized. This fact sent his eyes snapping wide open, and upon Ian, his panic was ended for only a brief second before continuing. "Suhh-it." He murmured, his Jersey accent almost incomprehensible in the mornings. "Mah-nin Iaeen. Nah a gad one tha." Sammy greeted the blond sleepily.

He laid where he had since he fell asleep earlier, with his blue eyes alert as they could be without caffeine and at this hour in the morning. It was rare, for him to be even this awake. But that wasn't what was on his mind at the moment, it was Samson's increasing age. Now, instead of double digits being the same, he had stepped it up to twenty-three. His golden birthday. This thought didn't make the number any better, and caused him to frown.

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

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N4iiRii;; ii N3V3R S4iiD ii W4S TH3 B3ST THiiNG F0R Y0U.

Nairi grimaced at both females, he was getting sick of people. He wanted his peace, he didn't want anymore disappointment, he had his fair share to last him a while. Standing up, the Dadian adjusted his athletic shorts and raised his chin looking down at the pink haired girl. 'God, she's annoying. Popping in whenever and thinking she knows what she's talking about.' He thought disgustedly. "Glad you think so. I fully agree with you, though. You haven't done anything except take up space and hide whatever it is you sleep." He snapped. The boy didn't have patience with her for some reason, she always seemed to only show up and quickly disappear. He at least chipped in for gas and food when he could. But she, she only showed up to reap the benefits of Sam's cooking, and in this situation, catch him in a mortifying situation. It annoyed Nairi to no end.

Perhaps it was only because he was angry that he had fallen asleep, or that he opened himself up slightly to Nessa, or perhaps it was because he was angry at his parents. Either way, today was starting out to be a foul day for the Dadian child. The twenty-one year old quickly side stepped Cree, and while pulling up the center of his tank to sniff it he replied to Nessa, "She woke me up, you were too close for comfort. I moved you. End of story." The Armenian wrinkled his nose as he realized what his shirt smelled like- Nessa. He removed the shirt from his back, not even caring enough to be modest about exposing his body. Yanking off his athletic shorts as well, only clad in boxers the boy grumbled about how his clothes smelled of the New York air and a certain someone who found his waist in his sleep. Nairi then trudged up the stairs, and made his way past his bag, exchanged his bundle of clothes for a fresh set complete with a new pair of boxers and a towel, and entered the bathroom. With a spin of the lock and water knob, Nairi was ready to shower.

But before he did so, the boy set his clothes on the floor, far enough from the shower to avoid them getting wet. Peeling off his last article of clothing, he wondered if he was really as upset with one female as he pretended to be, or was he merely mad at himself. 'Too much thinking.' He noted stepping into the shower. The twenty-one year old couldn't handle these thoughts lately, there were far too many.

Singing myself to sleep
And you're still my favorite melody
It's been three weeks
How long can this go on?
Singing myself to sleep
You're haunting every memory

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{{o o c;; dreadfully short and crappy. </3 }}

The duke stirred from sleep, fully rubbing his eyes before blinking them open. Once his warm brown eyes were opened, it took a few seconds to focus them. Laying about a meter away was a pink dread locked girl on her own bed. She was curled up, sleeping peacefully. Emlen couldn't help but smile, but upon the sight of her not having a blanket upon her slightly troubled him. He wouldn't like her to be cold or anything of the sort, so up he went. The Brit picked up the blanket from the floor, and gently set it on her. Emlen sat back on his bed, studying the room, checking his other friend, Hei, but she seemed content sleeping. He checked his watch, and after a few seconds made it out to be nine-thirty in the morning.

Here we are again, circles never end
How do I find the perfect fit
There's enough for everyone
But I'm still waiting in line

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matousek
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Sekkie blearily opened one eye when a blanket landed on her. She smiled and hugged it closer around her, curling tighter into a ball momentarily. Then both her eyes opened, blinked, and looked around. One curled fist found its way to Sekkie's face, rubbing sleepily at her eyes. She rolled over, trying to fall back to sleep. She fidgeted a few times, then gave up with a sigh and she opened her eyes for good this time. Looking around, her hand rubbed at her eyes again a few times. She spotted an Emlen-shaped blur and opened her mouth to talk to it. "Wuh dim ishh eht, eh?" Her speech was rather slurred and unintelligible from her lack of sleep. She dragged her hand down from her eye and blinked blearily at Emlen, waiting tiredly for a response.


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.

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Ian Mitchell Tailee

I lean close and whisper

Ian couldn't help but smile at his boyfriend as the other male lay sleepily dreading the day ahead of him. The blond ran his fingers through Sam's hair, smiling down at the boy. He wondered what he should do for the morning. He wanted to cook Sam a birthday breakfast. However, there was one thing wrong with this thought. Ian couldn't cook. Sam usually cooked. Only it seemed wrong on every level to have Sam cook his own birthday breakfast. Perhaps there were some Eggos in the freezer. It wouldn't be too difficult to make Eggos. A toaster did most the cooking, didn't it? Sighing, he leaned down and kissed Sam quickly on the lips.

"Hey love, what do you want for breakfast?" questioned the blond, resting a hand on Sam's chest, "I'm cooking." He paused for a moment considering what he had just said and quickly corrected himself. "Let me rephrase that. I'm attempting to cook." Ian grinned widely. He wanted to make Sam's birthday special, even if Sam hated the day in the first place.

Can we stay here forever?