L3T'S AV0iiD TH3 C0NFUSii0N =3=[[N0TACC3PTiiNGK4Y?]]

[the o a k i e f a c t o r]

Now everybody in this b***h gettin tipsy,
Everybody in the b***h gettin tipsy.
1, here comes the 2 to the 3 to the 4,

Aeron frowned. This was stupid. Coming down from her high, and feeling alone, she just deepened her frown. Doesn't matter, she could be high and flying, and be ignored. Or she could be down and frumpy and be ignored. Shrugging, she walked up the steps into the bus. Casually passing the couple of Ian and Sam, and heading towards the back. The very back. If she remembered right, there was a small corner she tended to favorite. However, Aeron was claustrophobic. But this corner, it just calmed her.

It was like, time out for your brain.

She was trembling-- as always when coming down from a high. Aeron was just kind of depressed all around now. Just an effect. However everything did manage to hit home when she thought of it, and it was hitting home pretty hard. She'd never left her family-- or what could potentially be considered a family-- and she didn't know most of these people. That was all starting to sink it. Anxiety built up inside, and it made her tremble even more. This could, potentially, suck very hard balls.

Aeron wrapped very thin arms around her legs, so much pressure had been on her before coming to the bus. Especially weight issues. Modelling like Aeron had done, was a trick business. Modelling in the scene industry, especially. These days, all girls were pin thin. Aeron, competitively, had to be even thinner. So now, she preferred, unlike Nessa, not to be barely clothed. She was very self-conscious about it. Especially like the fact her bone were very--well--visible. Don't think though, that Aeron has an eating disorder-- she eats very healthily actually. Half meals, usually, but she has this addiction to working out. A lot.

Aeron pulled on a rainbow-tie-dye hoodie she'd had packed into the carry on backpack she had and pulled it over her little body. Thinking about the modelling and her body wasn't exactly the most comforting thing to think about. Closing her eyes, she leaned her head back against the wall. Hopefully, there would be no nudity for Aeron while on this trip.

Although thats not a promise.

Everybody drunk out on the dance floor!
AERON

[--_--LiiK-A-STiiK--_--]

/»/¿Sonnet•Shae•Broussard?/«/

drink up baby doll Are you in or are you out? Leave your things behindCause it's all going off without you

Sonnet had noticed the way Eli had looked at the scene unfolding. Did he not like someone, touching him? Twisting her mouth to the side, she dropped his hand. Fine. Then she wouldn't put her hands on him anymore. That's all he had to say in the first place. Frowning a bit, she stared at him intently for a moment. What was up with him this morning? Scratching the back of her neck, she watched as he pointed to the three piercings he'd gotten. Definently not enough. in Sonnet's mind anyways. Maybe he was the type who didn't like pain, at all. Trying to deal with as little of it as they could. Yeah probably. she hadn't been surprised when his disinterest in her piercings she had was shown. It wasn't that obvious, but Sonnet was good at noticing what people were feeling. Sonnet couldn't lie, talking about piercings was a bit boring when you didn't have a piercing junkie to talk to about it. Her eyes glazed over as she thought of a previous boyfriend. He'd ad piercings.. everywhere. Even on his 'friend.' Sonnet would never go as far as to pierce her 'friend' but it had crossed her mind a couple of times.

Looking back up at Eli as he spoke about his age, she smirked. What did he mean, that she was old? Maybe she over-analyzing things.. But whatever because that was how Sonnet was, she could find the biggest insult in the smallest thing. It created drama every now and then, but she was unable to help it. Insecurity could at times, make her find the smallest things wrong with her appearance, or twist people's words so that it made it seem as if they were insulting her appearance. "So you're saying I'm old?"
Sonnet's eyebrows raised with curiosity, a small smile playing across her lips. Luckily she was kidding because any other tie she would've blown up, screaming and yelling at the poor boy. But she hadn't got all worked up over it, this deserved pat on the back, but the request went unanswered. Smiling as he accepted her request to take a pictue, she pulled it open, revealing the hidden camera. Standing a bit closer to him, and turning her head a bit. She puckered up her lips, twisting them to the side. It looked as if she was on the verge of kissing him. Of course she wasn't but it made a cute picture. A bright flash blinded her for a moment, the she looked at the phone quickly. Smiling she held it up so he could see it.
"Aw, that's cute. Like it?"

[LukeReplica]

Essery Shiloh Jakobs [[The party's about to begin]]

Essery refrained from talking to Chance and Niko. They only seemed interested in eachother at the moment. Essery was not the type to butt into a conversation. He watched the two boys converse, and found that it was better off he kept his mouth shut or his hormones would start talking. He sat down and pulled his bag in his lap. His hands scrambled for his beads. His hand gripped the multicolored spheres, and he placed them on his wrist. They had had his name on them, and would glow at night. They were his keepsake from his first rave. The real reason why he would he would go raving, was not just for the atmosphere or dancing. It was in remembrance of a good friend that died in an accident the year before. Charlie the friend that died, was the one that had convinced him to go to raves since Essery really never did anything for himself. Essery let out a sigh. He tried not thinking of Charlie, and hoped he could become friends with Niko or Chance.

Push me
And then just touch me
Till I can get my satisfaction
Satisfaction, satisfaction, satisfaction, satisfaction

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

♥♥♥{M33T T3H BUBBL3 KiiNG, NAiiRii.}♥♥♥

Nairi was a bit alarmed with her sudden embrace. It wasn't as if he was troubled or annoyed by it, it just wasn't something he had expected. His face twisted into a confused expression, as he looked at her through a few bothersome bang strands. 'What is with this girl? I don't get her, at all.' He questioned silently. And to be perfectly honest, he didn't understand her. She seemed so flirtatious, so independent and sure of who she was exactly, and after one simple action, she seemed to contradict herself so much. Nessa almost seemed as if had exposed herself, made herself vulnerable for a moment. But what made the boy so confused was her abrupt return to the confident persona.

The twenty-one year old marked these thoughts merely as over-analyzing and commanded himself to forget such silly worries. Raising his eyebrows, the Dadian child's expression now cool and collected, he cleared his throat, and told her solemnly, "I know, they're pretty comfy, eh? And not if I can do anything about it. I sleep in those." He knew he was avoiding talking about the hug but he didn't feel the need. After all, he was used to people liking his appearance.

Eyes fight with my brain to believe my eyes
And it's harder than you think
To b e l i e v e this sadness
That creeps up my spine
And haunts me through the night
And life is good and the girls are g o r g e o u s
Suddenly the air smells much greener now

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

H3LL0, TH4NK Y0U F0R C4LLiiNG; THii5 ii5 S4444444M:

He looked fondly at the boy's head in his lap. Absentmindedly bringing his hand to trace Ian's jawline once, just thinking about what they were going to do this summer. They had so many places to see, so many adventures to have. Sam agreed in a hushed voice, "Yeah, everything'll work out fine. We'll have a good time." Raising his eyes momentarily he caught sight of Aeron passing them. He wondered what was she doing, but figured his friend merely wanted her privacy.

He leaned down, bringing his lips to barely brush the blond's and checked his watch. It was about the time to leave soon, he hoped everyone was there.

Because oh because
I've f a l l e n quite hard over, over you
If I didn’t know you, I'd rather not know
If I couldn’t have you, I'd rather be alone
I never knew just what it was about this old coffee shop
I love so much
A l l of the while I never knew
I never knew just what it was about this old coffee shop
I love so much
All of the while, I never knew

[ambivalently shota]

N4ughty N3ss4 [[MiiSS CONFiiD3NC3]] says:

Nessa wiggled slightly in the shorts, grinning widely at the boy, "You wouldn't give them up for a girl as cute as me?" She tried putting back on her confident facade, only that was just what it was. A facade, a mask. Suddenly she felt vulnerable, felt as though he could see straight through her. Biting down on the inside of her cheek, she tried to think of a way to seem like her normal self.

"Unless, of course, you want to take them off of me?" The same playful smirk came across her face, almost forcedly. How had he made her feel the way she was at the moment? All he had done was put a pair of shorts on her. It was absurd, she thought, leaning against the outside of the bus once more.

“It’s s I m p l e, c o n f u s I n g.
The truth is I’m w I n n I n g,
But I’m l o s I n g .
I’m p u l l I n g and p u s h I n g.
Won’t do it me any g o o d .
It could, it s h o u l d.
I’m h o n e s t to myself that
The t r u t h is I lied .”

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

♥♥♥{M4SQU3RAD3, Y0U CAN F00L ANY FRii3ND WH0 3V3R KN3W Y0U! }♥♥♥

a Nairi Dadian posting production

The boy's eyes slightly squinted, as he lifted up her chin with an index finger. She reminded himself all too much of himself, pretending and acting. He ran his grey-blue eyes over her face. She was beautiful, but that was something most people could identify. Only people like himself knew how it was to act. Perhaps he was wrong though, and jumping to conclusions, and trying too hard to relate himself to her. Slightly lowering his face as he studied it momentarily, he parted his lips and began to speak, "No, those are my shorts. I don't think I'd give them up for someone I only just met." The boy stuck out his chin slightly with a ghost of a smirk and pulled away from Nessa, to not have any physical contact.

He didn't voice, however, why he wouldn't. It wasn't because he was selfish, but because of his upbringing, and the lack of money in his house, he simply couldn't afford giving away clothes on a whim. Perhaps if he was blessed with an enormous sum of money, but even then, most money would probably be shipped to his parents to help with their money troubles. Nairi kicked his bag a little to straighten it on the ground, and bent down to zip it up, before putting over his shoulder once more.

Eyes fight with my brain to believe my eyes
And it's harder than you think
To b e l i e v e this sadness
That creeps up my spine
And haunts me through the night
And life is good and the girls are g o r g e o u s
Suddenly the air smells much greener now

[ambivalently shota]

x3_Bl0nd3 w0nd3r->[[l0v3s S4ms0n.]] says:

Ian had heard Aeron pass but hadn't made much effort to move. He stared up at Sam for a moment, slightly surprised Sam had a watch. Ian had never bothered to wear one. Sam having one was probably a good thing. At least one of them had to be able to keep up with the time. He knew they'd be leaving soon. To where, he wasn't quite sure. There was a book of maps lying in the front seat. Whoever decided they felt like driving had dibs to go wherever they felt like going.

"What if we break down in like the middle of Montana or something?" questioned the blond, thinking out loud, "I mean, have you ever been to Montana? There's nothing there! Nothing!"

”I‘m f a l l I n g even more
In l o v e with you.
Letting go of all I‘ve h e l d onto.
I‘m standing here until you make me m o v e.
I‘m h a n g I n g by a moment here with you.”

[ambivalently shota]

N4UGHTY N3SS4 [[MiiSS ii C4N B3 M0R3]] says:

Nessa found maintaining eye contact had suddenly become difficult so she directed her attention elsewhere. Her eyes fell upon the other people, who seemed so nature, so real. She felt much like an actress. Of course, it was nothing new to her. Everyday was an act for her. It had been for years. Now was no different. She found herself trying to keep up appearances. She had to be Miss Confident and Miss Perfect. Everybody seemed to view her as thus, and now it felt as though somebody was seeing through her act. This wouldn't work. He wasn't supposed to know how she felt.

"I must say you have great taste," mumbled the girl, staring down at the pair of shorts that were loosely attached to her figure.

“It’s s I m p l e, c o n f u s I n g.
The truth is I’m w I n n I n g,
But I’m l o s I n g .
I’m p u l l I n g and p u s h I n g.
Won’t do it me any g o o d .
It could, it s h o u l d.
I’m h o n e s t to myself that
The t r u t h is I lied .”

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

R0XANN3, Y0U D0N'T HAV3 T0 PUT 0N T3H R3D LiiGHT!

A petite redhead flipped through the pages of maps, just scanning not really taking in the images. Tossing the book on the passenger's seat, she stood up scooping the front chuck of her locks behind her ear. The girl pulled down her tee shirt, and adjusted her skirt. As a primarily sweet Lolita, as well as a few other fashion groups of choice, she had to dress herself so that not too much skin showed. Or at least, that's what her philosophy was. The female looked upon the dashboard, and saw what she was looking for.

Snatching up the intercom's handset, she clicked the button and chirped, "Hey babes. This is your lovely driver, Roxxie speaking. Now, unless you wanna be left behind, get your bums into the bus." Roxanne Lavoie giggled happily before continuing on the loud speaker. Twirling around and galloping around driver's area, the redhead opened the door. Peeking her cheerful face out of the door frame, she said into the handset to her fellow guests, "I mean it too, duckies. So c'mon!"

Do what you want,
But you're never gonna break me.
Sticks and stones are never gonna shake me.
No.

[ambivalently shota]

N4UGHTY N3SS4 [[MiiSS M4SQU3R4D3-F4C3]] says:

Nessa heard her friend, Roxanne, booming on the intercom to the bus. The red-head was calling for everybody to get on the bus. Nessa was suddenly unsure of whether or not this trip was a good idea. It was too late to back down now. Sighing, the girl stared up at the clouds for a moment. A butterfly was fluttering in the breeze. She watched it fly towards the sun and looked away. Her glance seemed to fall upon Nairi who seemed to suddenly look brighter in the morning sun. A small smile came across her lips, and she pulled on his arm.

"Come on, cutie," she beamed with a sly smirk, "It's time to get this show on the road."

The girl tugged at the boy's arm and tried to pull him towards the inside of the bus. She glanced over at Niko, rolling her eyes. The boy would follow eventually. She wasn't her brother's keeper, although at times it felt like he was her keeper. However, this summer, she was on her own, even if he was there.

“It’s s I m p l e, c o n f u s I n g.
The truth is I’m w I n n I n g,
But I’m l o s I n g .
I’m p u l l I n g and p u s h I n g.
Won’t do it me any g o o d .
It could, it s h o u l d.
I’m h o n e s t to myself that
The t r u t h is I lied .”

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

H3LL0, TH4NK Y0U F0R C4LLiiNG; THii5 ii5 S4444444M:

Sam frowned, giving Ian's comment serious thought. What if they did end up lost in Montana? How awful that would be, as Montana had a reputation to be not the most amusing place in the world. And just as this was happening, a female's voice rang out over the intercoms telling the others to get in soon. The boy was relieved, he didn't really want to be stuck in the parking lot of their school for too much longer. The double decker Ian had gotten for this trip seemed to attract the attention of fellow college attendants, and although he was progressing in the external area attention was never something that he wanted.

Answering Ian, he said, "Well, let's tell whoever is driving not to go through Montana then. Who's driving, anyways?" The thought suddenly dawned on him, as they had no Bob for this trip. If worst came to worst, the Searle boy didn't mind driving. Just as long as he had a radio to sing along with, and an occasional dose of Ian he'd be perfectly content.

Because oh because
I've f a l l e n quite hard over, over you
If I didn’t know you, I'd rather not know
If I couldn’t have you, I'd rather be alone
I never knew just what it was about this old coffee shop
I love so much
A l l of the while I never knew
I never knew just what it was about this old coffee shop
I love so much
All of the while, I never knew

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

♥♥♥{M4SQU3RAD3, Y0U CAN F00L ANY FRii3ND WH0 3V3R KN3W Y0U!}♥♥♥

a Nairi Dadian posting production

Allowing himself to be pulled inside the automobile, he responded, "About time. And thanks, Ness. Back at 'cha. " The boy studied the girl that announced their departure. Smaller, cheery face, she seemed like a little kid. Deciding he was best off with talking with Nessa for a while, the male stepped up the stairs, avoiding the girl called 'Roxxie' and entered the bus.

He stared around in wonder, as he was barely used to any of the accommodations that even the dorms provided. Nairi couldn't believe how much space there was in one simple bus. He flopped down in a chair and continued surveying the area in amazement.

Eyes fight with my brain to believe my eyes
And it's harder than you think
To b e l i e v e this sadness
That creeps up my spine
And haunts me through the night
And life is good and the girls are g o r g e o u s
Suddenly the air smells much greener now

[the o a k i e f a c t o r]

Now everybody in this b***h gettin tipsy,
Everybody in the b***h gettin tipsy.
1, here comes the 2 to the 3 to the 4,

Sitting in the back, Aeron kind of just slumped over. Asleep, unconscious. One of the two. The combination of drugs and no food in her stomach-- despite her request for pretzels-- made it most likely an unconscious black out state. Didn't really matter, she was getting rest at least.

It must have looked awkward though. This tiny tiny girl, skin and bones basically, just sitting in a corner, in an awkward pretzel style, completely slumped forward onto the floor. Her upper body flexibly over her legs. She had her head resting on one arm and looked quite. . . not lively.

[oomf. sorry. working on a project, but figured i'd throw a post in there.
even if no ones talking to her O.o]

Everybody drunk out on the dance floor!
AERON

[ambivalently shota]

N4UGHTY N3SS4 [[MiiSS M4SQU3R4D3-F4C3]] says:

Nessa ran up to the driver seat and hugged her friend. She had known Roxanne for a while, and the two were pretty close. Yet, somehow, she wasn't close to Roxanne at all. She wasn't close to anybody. The only person that seemed to know her was her brother, and he didn't count. They lived together. He always knew things. Of course, Roxanne knew her second best.

"So, you're driving the bus? Crazy!" exclaimed the half Korean, giggling and walking back towards Nairi. She fell into the couch near the chair and stretched out her thin frame, folding her arms behind her head. Her dark eyes focused on the ceiling above for a moment and began to think. There were plenty of boys on the bus, plenty of girls. With the exception of the love-birds and her brother, everybody seemed so open. Why was she focusing on this boy who didn't seem to love anybody but himself? Perhaps, she thought to herself, he's more like me than I want to admit. Maybe he understands me, although I highly doubt it. She glanced over at Nairi.

"You seem so surprised!" A giggle escaped her mouth, "You're friends with Ian. Weren't you expecting this?"

“It’s s I m p l e, c o n f u s I n g.
The truth is I’m w I n n I n g,
But I’m l o s I n g .
I’m p u l l I n g and p u s h I n g.
Won’t do it me any g o o d .
It could, it s h o u l d.
I’m h o n e s t to myself that
The t r u t h is I lied .”