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Feel free to add what your character did the night before and add it into your intros.
This is going to be the 'Day After' rp anyway ;]

[rajio_obake]

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xxxxxxxxxxxxxxFalling upwards again
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxTurning to you, my friend

Whenever the sky gets heavy

Just know that I'll be readyxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
To go where you want me to goxxxxxxxxxx

Yesterday Kevin had felt so spaced the entire party, his whole clique had gone off and changed during the two years ago. He’d fallen out. Out of touch. Out of sync. He felt so out of it the entire party, given he had made a fool of himself in public before. But he just didn’t understand it. He chose to live his life the way he wanted to and that meant losing the friendships he once held dear. At this point Kevin felt more like a loner than Qwerty could ever begin to understand. As the music blasted in his ear and he stood there. He felt just like it. Just, ‘There’. He was ‘that guy’. ‘That skater kid’. The oddest feeling one so odd he couldn’t even begin how to place it. Back in high school he didn’t mind being ‘that kid’. He didn’t mind sitting around with people gawking at him as if he was a rare breed going extinct. No. He enjoyed it. He welcomed it. But suddenly he wondered if all the chances he took were for naught. It was odd the sudden depression that came over the skater. Up until now he hadn’t had time to stop and think about it. Odd how the time he took to stop and think about his life and the direction it was heading was at a party. But that just seemed to be one of his quirks. Sure he took so many risks in his life. Dropping out of college, crashing a wedding, winning a gold. But none of those risks seemed to matter at that moment. The only one he could think about was the fact even if he’d risked it all before. The risk he took only benefited one person and that was himself. Sure Sami took some risk with him…. But it was Kevin who during these risks didn’t ever take the time to stop and smell the flowers. No. He just kept skating by without as much of a notice the flowers his skateboard ran over.

It was because he ran over the flower that he fell out of touch with the Scene as a friend sometimes, but that had been falling apart since high school so he didn’t know why he took the time to bring that up now… As for Basil? Well he’d always been closer with the girls than Kev, and hey maybe that was a gay stereotype or something…? Kevin didn’t know, for all he was thinking at the time it was because he’d been so focused on benefiting himself, he didn’t see the benefits he could get from friendship… And who knew, maybe he was only dating Sami because it ‘benefited’ him in some odd way or another? Kevin would like to think it would be because he genuinely loves and cares for her… But who knew? Maybe Shaant was right.. Maybe he’d been steady with Sami so long he forgot the feeling of enjoying life?.. He knew this was a lie but the thoughts in the back of his head were still circling.. So would that mean that the only reason he wanted to marry her was to prove something to himself or to Shaant, or to anyone who was watching for that matter that he could be happy with one girl for the rest of his life and he didn’t need anyone else to make him happy? … So then that should make him happy right? But if that was so why was he feeling like the loneliest person on the earth without even trying..? It would make sense if Shaant felt something like that because he was a hollow rockstar. But Kevin wasn’t like that… Was he?

He dismissed himself from Basil and some others that night… Heck he didn’t even know where Sami was at that point but it didn’t cross his mind to look for her. He just headed for the bar and spent the rest of his night drinking his cares and thoughts away. The skater must’ve downed at least three and a half beers, seven shots, and two fru-fru drinks before the party ended. How he’d know this? Kevin had stayed till the end when they started kicking people out… Just drinking. Mumbling to himself. Thinking some more before drinking to forget thinking. He couldn’t stand it. Thinking. During that moment in time he wanted nothing to do with it he wanted to forget what he talked about. No one would understand him anyway. Not Basil, not Cory, not Shaant, not even Sami... Okay maybe she would but the drinks made him think otherwise.. To him they wouldn’t understand him because they had friends close ones. People they could let in and trust. Even the geeks, jocks, preps, populars, and a whole mess of other cliques that just seemed to be the similar of thing with the same name; they had people, friends. Kevin? He didn’t truly have a best friend. And the closest one he had almost married his girlfriend and was plotting to break them up. How much of a friend is that? ‘Can anyone meet me here?..’ The blonde didn’t know, but he certainly gave up trying to find out…

When the bar kicked him out he headed home alone. Sami must’ve left him a billion or so text on his cell phone asking where he was last night. But his phone was off and the drunken mess formerly known as the Skater didn’t even make it back to his apartment. No. He did the classy thing in New York and slept on a park bench during winter. Sure it was cold as the Antarctic outside but the buzz left over by the alcohol was keeping him warm. It was horrible the state of affairs the Skater had gotten himself into but as he slept passed out on the wooden bench they hardly crossed his mind. He didn’t even dream. He was just asleep almost a coma of a sleep… All the thoughts in his head that were buzzing around and bumping around like a pinball machine had slowed down almost to a game of four card spider solitaire for people who could never quite figure it out; nothing was going on in his head but he was alive and kicking (more like snoring) nonetheless. Nothing not even the piercing sunlight could wake up the Skater. What did wake him up was the poking at his side. It wasn’t a soft poking, it was more like a sharp stabbing with the tip of someone’s hand. “Uhn… What momm-ey…?” He droned out with a slur to his words. His head was throbbing and he had a hint of a knowledge why but tried his best to focus his bloodshot eyes on the unkempt male before him, “Tha’s muh bench.” the male said without so much as even a hesitation.

Kevin sat himself up on the bench shielding his eyes and looking at the other with the best try at a confused face he could muster in his hung-over state, “Say Whuuuh…?” Kev’s eyes blinked about rapidly as they slowly adjusted to the light of the sun. “Tha’s… muh… bench.” more assertion than the last time he spoke. Kevin looked the filth covered male up and down before deciding it wasn’t worth it and just standing up from the bench. “Fine. Wan’ it take it. And trus’ me it wasn’ yours last night.” His left hand pointed at the male and randomly waved about in no specific manner as he spoke. His thoughts were like jell-o a constant changing form of fluff… if that made as much sense as it did to Kev. He continued to walk through the park making his way out, knowing his well dressed outfit the night before looked almost as raggedy as the male he just saw. The skater felt his jean pockets… He still had his keys, his wallet, his phone, his life… Something a few people could never keep during a night on the streets. Kevin walked past Sami’s store noting it wasn’t open and wouldn’t be open for another hour and a half or so. A yawn mixed with a sigh escaped his lips as he leaned against the building pulling out his cell phone to check his messages. ‘'Nine New Messages’ the screen said. And by assumption Kevin immediately thought both messages would be from Sami… Which yes she had sent him a few along Shaant and Basil… Either way he read of Shaant’s text first before sending one half-heartedly back.

No doubt you’re amusing yourself right now…
Don’t come over to my place I aint in the
Mood for your s**t and I aint even there,
Right now… So just.. no. If you want to go
Somewhere why don’t you hang out with
Your band for a change? That just seems
Like it be for the best in everyone’s eyes.
@!n’tInTheM00d//Kev

After that message to Shaant was sent he opened the first text from Basil nothing really stood out to him just mentioning on checking up on the Scene and Saturdays… ‘Yeh I know how those can be..’ an eye roll to himself. He was thinking of replying back ‘Sure what is it?’ at the mention of the question, though kept in check he had another message to check before he did so. The skater looked both ways on the street remembering that he didn’t look his… Best. But also just to see if he’d recognize anyone. And that happened to be a big N.O. So off to read the text he went. At first he planned to dismiss the texts importance from the start, it wasn’t till he read it did his eyes pop out at the question that summed up his big feeling from the night before. But he didn’t want to make himself look bad in front of Basil and admit to ‘Hey yeh I felt that way, in fact that was running through my mind when I was at the club, have a few beers it’ll be alright.’ NO! He couldn’t do that it be social suicide and if not directly, there was a chance Basil would tell Sami how Kevin felt, and she’d confront him and then he really wouldn’t know what to do. He face palmed himself as he fell back onto the wall gently controlling himself. “I need a drink…” he muttered to himself as he thought out his text to Basil before he replied.

Eh it’s alright. But yeh I have to agree on
last night.. It wasn’t like the usual party..
That’s understandable about Cory, plus
she’s prolly handling it in her own way,
I think Sami's at her place too..

Um.. Maybe a few times, not often though,
I think the last time I felt it was when Sami
left me.. I dunno what to say, it’s not really
like you can blame anyone your just trying
to catch up with the ever changing world &
there isn’t much you can do about it.. but you
know it might not be just you for all you know
Shay could be feeling the same way.. I’d just
talk it out with him. But I’m not you so.. yeh,
wh@cked0ut//Kev

So maybe it wasn’t the best of messages he could’ve sent at the time, but he sent it noneless.. And who knew maybe he’d take up Kevin’s advice. For what Kev knew he wasn’t going to. At that point as he stood outside in the cold, the only thing he could think of was running away from it all. Leaving Sami, Basil, and Cory. And taking Shaant up on his offer of going to L.A. and leaving it all behind him.. But now the only thing on his mind was getting another drink. Though the problem was he didn’t know a liquor store open at this hour of the day? But he wasn't going to do it. Kevin had been so sore from practicing his skate tricks the days before getting ready for the national try-outs that he would rather be home with Sami and forget about his little drunken moment.. Thought there was one moment he couldn't... When he crashed the wedding. See the day before the wedding happened he ended up getting a call explaining why Sami had broken up with him. At first Kevin thought it was because she didn’t like him anymore. And when Basil called telling him she was getting married, well that just reassured him so he took a swig of whiskey to try and ignore the conversation on the phone. But as Basil went on to say she still liked Kevin. Well he didn’t pay much attention to listening to who she was going to marry as he hung up the phone to pack for the trip to the church. He ran about his house getting the bare necessities which were a few skateboards, beers, and his keys. He made sure he was dressed when he ran out of the house because after he was dumped he had become a wreck and he already had gone out and about with only boxers on before. Causing the neighborhood mom’s to cover their children’s eyes.

When he was on the road he didn’t have a clue what to do. What was he going to do? How would he crash the wedding? What was he going to say? ‘Sorry you dumped me, take me back.’? He didn’t have a clue. But when he got to the chapel he left the car running and unlocked, (his mistake). And just before the vows were said he ran through the doors. It was obvious Sami's parents weren’t happy. Kevin didn’t have a job. How’d he support them? But he didn’t know what to do, so he ended up asking the question that had been bothering him since she dumped him. “Do you remember when we fell in love? If you do… can you just tell me you still want me like that?..” He didn’t know if she’d take him back or if she wanted anything to do with him at that point. But she must’ve because she ran up to him and immediately took Kevin back then and there. Of course by the time he got in his car that he learned getting Sami back came with a price… For once they were on the highway it wasn’t until then that he noticed the rocker had been in his car the whole time. “Crap I cocked up!” When the Rocker asked for the Skater to drop him off at a night club, he looked at Shaant as if he was crazy, “I’m zonked out and arseholed.” Of course even though it looked as though he was going to say ‘No’ he ended up yelling “Fine!” So he drove to the Nine-Thirty Club and dropped Shaant off, yet instead of just leaving Shaant and driving off into the road with Sami he took up the Rocker’s offer and stayed for the party where him and Sami had a well sought reunion…

It wasn’t until later that he found out what he got himself into when the Rocker walked into their new apartment for a week straight that Kevin couldn’t stand it. In truth he wondered if the celebrity’s life was so boring that he felt the need to come bug him… And you know what. It was funny for the first few days. But then, it just bugged him! But you know what? Kevin had a repair for that! He got a good locksmith and no more Shaant.. Kevin had thought of asking Sami to marry him. She already had a wedding dress. All Kevin needed was a Tuxedo and a ring… But he didn’t know if he should. Maybe he should wait? What if she didn’t want to marry anyone right now? And about the Rocker, did she like him? And yeh many questions so little time… Gosh he was just so tired all the time recently… Kevin wondered why… but knew the answer.. When he made it back to the apartment building he made his way up to their place with ease it. Unlocking the door he threw his blazer top off but kept the shirt and jeans on.. His shoes were kicked off on his walk over to his bed.. A nice.. soft mattress.. was what he needed right then and there.. And Sami... Yes, Sami.. He had to apologize for going missing hopefully she'd forgive him... And hopefully he didn't smell too much like alcohol and more like New York bum... He didn't even take a quick trip to the shower before he got to the room and saw blue hair a yawn mixed with a sigh escaped his lips as he went into the bed and moved to lay against the girl. He didn't say anything to disturb her.. But his cold New York winter body was sure too.. Especially when his hands wrapped around her... “The evil wizard kidnapped me...” he whispered into what seemed the pillow if she was awake.


** Edited Names to Recent Rp

Cocked Up – Made a Mistake
Zonked – Tired
Arseholed - drunk

and I still believe
that you're my everything,
and I wanna be somebody's anything.
and I used to be your something,
but I want to be
my somebody's anything,
say anything at all

[rajio_obake]

Roirdan James Livingston
xxxxxxxxxThe Teacher's Pet

Keep your eyes open don't look up at the stars
Cause that's not me shining down on you I'm way too smart
So go build your own coffin and dig your own hole
You got one chance left you better give it a go
But I can't help wishing
It was you I was missing

At the party after being stood up by Blair, Roirdan felt so different... It was like he had been hit by a deathcar like the one sung by Fightstar. He wasn’t really a fan of rock music like Justin, but he did have his moments where YouTube clicking could lead to a potential new iPod download. And it was just one of those days… Roirdan hadn’t listened to his iPod since about a week ago, but he still remembered the song and what it was about. It was about killing the person who cheated on the relationship… Okay so Roir hadn’t thought of killing Blair, nor did he suspect her of cheating… But that thought wasn’t far from his mind. After all why would she leave him standing outside her door for more than an hour? And why didn’t she at least try and make an effort to get in contact him… It made no sense! Then again nothing did at this point his mind was rushing with ideas of what could be and what could’ve been. A sigh escaped his lips, maybe he just wasn’t cut out for love. Sure Justin tried to shove it off as something that could simply be overlooked… But it didn’t feel like that… It felt like it was something that needed to be dwelled upon. It needed to be focused on until Roiry could come up with a logical reason to why he was stood up. “She at least calls me before usually…” he mumbled… Though getting drinks sounded like a good idea. He hadn’t had a drink since maybe a year ago, but he hadn’t excessively drank since Melody’s party a few years back. Though today was just one of those days where he felt like he needed to drink he needed to get wasted just so he could forget everything that happened today to lead up to this moment. Sure he had a fun time with Yulia at the mall… Yet he still felt like he should forget it. He didn’t want to but just right now he didn’t feel like he should be happy. It was a stereotypical emo thought for the Teacher’s pet to have, but it was a thought going through his mind nonetheless. However on a positive note killing himself wasn’t on his mind… Or it had yet to come up depending on how you look at it.

When the future doctor to be friend of theirs left for the bar he was debating on staying put or following the other… Of course Yulia was there but she was also a girl, something back in highschool he never seemed to grasp till now. “It’s okay…” He stated as if there was no real point. It was a loss cause worrying about something he never had right? Though the overachiever continued on even after what he said. Then before he could even start his reply he felt her arms wrap around him as they embraced. Roiry didn’t know what to do, he didn’t want her to feel sorry for him but he didn’t want to seem rude so he simply hugged back before scooting away a bit. “I think I love her... But why should I sell myself the dream that love is all I need? Romance causes ignorance… Maybe it just wasn’t meant to be you know?” Someone walked passed with a tray of drinks it was clear and looked like water, but so did vodka, taking the drink he swigged it down without much of a care. “It’s okay… I promise!” 'But how good were promises these days when to some they don’t mean a thing?['i/] He thought to himself as he finished off the beverage which did not taste like water but he switched it off for another drink when a different guy came around. He felt a vibration in his pocket and pulled his phone off to quickly reply to the Tomboy:


‘I feel like I did… Or should have…
Yeah she is, but she’s never just left
me hanging before… Last times I at
least got some form of memo… Well
I’m here now… With Yules… I dunno
Maybe I should just go home… Or I
Can just have fun like you and Jus’ say
But that sounds harder than it is right now,
…Roir’


With that sent he stuffed it in his pocket and looked back over to Yulia, “Hey you wanna dance… As friends?” The invitation didn’t seem threatening in the least. Though this was where everything really changed, whether for the worse or the best had yet to be determined. It started after the party was all said and done. Roiry would’ve slept longer yet he had a throbbing pain in the back of his head. He didn’t know where it came from or how it got there. Last night he didn’t get in contact with Blair… Yet he thought he was back at his place…? He would have tried to go back to sleep that was if it wasn't for the fact that he wasn't in bed alone. He hadn't opened her eyes just yet, but he could feel the heat from another body close to his.. And that he was only wearing his boxers. Usually when he went to sleep he made an effort to put on an XXL shirt. Not to mention he could feel the pounding in her head that was already mentioned, but needed to be restated for effect... Roirdan was dreading opening his eyes to see what was going on. Probably nothing too bad right? He'd just fallen asleep on his roommate’s bed and his roommate was too lazy to kick him out right? Though at that point a few select memories came rushing to his head, he couldn't have slept in his dorm because he was stumbling all over the place last night. If he tried to drive back to his dorm in his state he'd be waking up in the limbo world between heaven and hell by now. So he knew he ordered a hotel room.. But everything else beyond that was a blur. He just kept his eyes closed as he started to feel the air conditioning hit his exposed skin.

To be honest, he was scared of looking to see who was next to him. What if Roiry had had been raped by a domineering woman… Or worse by another dude? It didn't take long for his eyes to shoot open in worry. Though he was looking at the ceiling… He didn’t know who laid to the right of him on the bed. But just by looking at the ceiling he could tell this wasn’t his room. It wasn’t a popcorn ceiling. So glancing to his left at the big window he could infer he was in a hotel room proving one memory of last night correct. Flickers of images started going through his mind. None of which that seemed to make sense… He vaguely remembered consuming a few alcoholic beverages but nothing more than that right? ‘Sex..?’ That word returned as he thought about it… Could he have had "sex" in a drunken state? Yes he could. But wouldn’t he have remembered something like that? He wouldn’t be a virgin anymore… A thought he couldn’t comprehend. Sure there was the possibility he could still be a virgin but nowadays, realistically thinking, if you wake up hammered drunk partially clothed with another person in the same bed as you… You could probably assume you did the dirty. And that was just what Roir was doing. Even if he didn't know the full truth of the matter he was just going to assume that his logic was correct no matter how wrong it was at the moment.

As he slowly built up the courage to look to his right the person on the other side of the bed was one he wouldn’t have even thought of… “Yulia...?” He murmured. Roiry didn’t even know what to think… She had morals… And a ton more than anyone at their old school, so why would she be in a hotel room with him? Wait! Maybe this was all a dream! Yeah! That was it, none of this was real! If he just closed her eyes for a moment, he would open them and none of this would be real! And so he did it. Roirdan took a deep breath and closed his eyes, counted to three in his head and….. The brunette was still there “Aa-uh...” he silently yelled in frustration as he pushed himself out of the bed so he could walk over to where Yulia was. To be honest he had no clue what to do because he’d never been in this situation before. What was he supposed to do wake her up? She looked too peaceful to wake up. Yet she would sooner or later right? And he didn’t want to be like the guys she had complained about back in highschool.. The ones who left the day after… But still… This was Yules… And it just didn’t make sense! “What am I going to do!” he mouthed.. He didn't want to stay and risk the consequences, but then he didn't want to be a 'bad guy' he just wouldn't feel right...

Roiry took a moment to stretch and as he did so he decided it be best if he at least put some clothes on… Whether Yulia was covered or not was a different story since she had blankets covering most of her body. He found his jeans first and put them on.. He would’ve tried to find his shirt though it seemed like a minor inconvenience. He looked behind the television, under the bed, and near the dresser of the hotel but couldn't find the normal white oxford shirt.. When he gave up on finding the extra apparel he wasn't sure what he was going to say to Yulia about the situation... Or at least what he thought went down. Yes Roiry didn’t know that he in fact DID NOT have sex with Yulia, yet he instead simply passed out in the same bed as her… And he could go on to blame all his problems on the copious amounts of alcohol his newly legal self indulged in last night, but that would make the situation sound worse than it really was. Just how bad was it? Roirdan couldn’t tell. He didn’t even want to know but he knew what he had to do... Just not how to say it.. So as he placed his hands on Yulia’s shoulders as amicable as he could before he gently shook her to and fro before stoping to say, “Yulia... Yules… You need to get up… We have to.. uh.. discuss something?..” This morning seemed like it was going to be sooo long… This was worse than the time the two friends had kissed each other at Melody’s party that was beyond obvious to him...

The brunette wasn’t sure if how he felt was clear or not but he felt like he had shot himself in the foot. That was the only way to describe it. He blew it. He had slept with his closest girl –space– friend [least he thought he did] and his other girl(nospace)friend didn’t know and Roiry didn’t know where she was… NOTHING WAS MAKING SENSE! It was like a bad, bad, good, bad dream. And there was no way he could think of telling anyone without coming out as an idiot which the Teacher’s Pet certainly did not like. So as he tried to coax Yulia into waking up, as many scenarios played through his head on how he was going to react. The first word she said made him already regret trying to wake her up. She looked so peaceful asleep maybe he should’ve left her that way.. But he didn’t want to and he couldn’t he wouldn’t be able to forgive himself. Hell he didn’t forgive himself now even if it was all the alcohol in his system that made him do such a thing. ‘I am so dead, I am so dead.’ Ran through his head. He’d seen this played out so many times in movies and never thought the role would be reversed it felt like someone was behind his back watching him wondering what he would do next when the truth was he didn’t even know himself.

I don't dream the way that I used to dream,xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
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Just like the bullet out the barrel of a loaded gun

[rajio_obake]

Thσмαs Gαbє Mєrcєr

xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxIt shimmers in the dark, yet this one's not a trophy,
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxIt's worth so much more, there's no glorious flaw,
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxIt's the best that I've ever seen.
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxA moving spectacle and in the beauty of it all,
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxIt's so much to pull that they made no law,
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxIt's just what the world has been waiting for.

Growing older... It was different, back in highschool the jock group had consisted of Bradley, the Hunk, the Quarterback, and Thomas… But ever since the Hunk and Quarterback went off to separate college, it just left Brad and Tom from the original group. And to be honest the weightlifter didn’t care all that much. The only bothersome thing, or person, was René suddenly thinking he was part of the group. It honestly made no sense. It was like someone had hit the other over the head with a frying pan and he suddenly had a change of mind. It was the only way to describe it. The German had done everything back in high school to stick up for the quote, unquote ‘little guy’ even if the ‘little guy’ brought it to himself for talking his big mouth off at them back in high school. And the moment they were graduates and he started joining every sports team he could, he suddenly thought he was part of the ‘group’ even if he was far from it. Not to mention foreigners just had that air about them that made them come off like fags. For example the Skater kid. Tom always figured the only reason he stuck up for his queer friend back then was because he may’ve had a thing for him. Though this has been yet to be confirmed or denied. Tom just figured it was the truth from the lame phrase the Skater had long ago back at Melody's party when they were still in highschool.. ‘Can’t we all just get along.’? ‘Can’t get more homo then that...’ To add on to the oddities of the night the Loser asked to borrow his car. Of course he immediately denied letting the Loser from borrowing his car. There were many factors in that it was HIS car, HIS ride back, and that what was to say the other wasn’t going to drive off and never come back. Maybe getting in a wreck and total his car.. Plus he didn’t know/remember the other [Qwerty] so it was just an overall ‘No’. Though Tom was seriously hoping Logan was just asking a question out of concern and not thinking of actually letting the V-neck wearer to borrow it. But he didn’t outwardly express his concern since despite the years away he doubted Daiz was just going to up and let someone borrow her car. But then there was the kiss and René coming over.

It may’ve not been in his best interest to call him ‘Hitler’s Pride’ openly but.. Eh. He pissed Tom off and it was one of the things that he let slip his lips in his frustration. He could’ve continued on but decided against it, and instead made fun of the male’s comparison about the song reminding him of some unbelievable story… From the few lyrics he caught the song sounded like it was more about sleeping with an ‘easy target’ rather than saving someone from a train.. ‘Maybe he has a mild form of retardation in his family, or it came from the ‘roids.’ Deduced the lifter. Tom knew it was evident he was pissed just being around the other male. Not to mention he was beating about the bush when it came to telling Tom what he wanted to talk about privately. And when he got to it Tom just stared at the other in disbelief. The team believing he was gay for Brad of vice versa..? ‘He’s got to be kidding..’ He thought as he tried to contain the eye roll that he so wanted to do then and there. For one he doubted the team was saying something about them because, well for starters they weren’t as metrosexual as the male standing in front of him. René modeled. Tom didn’t know much about modeling except that when it came to modeling most of the male population leaned towards liking their own sex more so. And one episode of The Soup on 'E' he’d watched two “straight” guys model from a Project Runway episode… Or some other show really Tom wasn’t paying attention to the show title since he wasn’t going to watch it ever in his life. But the clip had showed two males who claimed to be “just friends”; the poses they did said otherwise. And it was another one of the many reasons he knew he wasn’t going to model in his life along with more reasons to suspect the German of being a poof.

He couldn’t exactly refuse the shot glass now could he? But he didn’t shoot it back the moment he got it. No, he held it in his hand and listened to the German wondering if he was going to fall asleep in the midst of the tanned male’s monologue. Tom didn’t care if he took offense to the Hilter comment or not, the more he thought about it the funnier it was to him in his opinion, though he couldn’t help but say “Good luck with that…” before the German went into hysterics laughing over something that wasn’t funny in any way, shape, or form in Thomas’s opinion. Talk of the Band Geek and saying that ‘we would’ caused a scoff to come out. There would be no ‘we’ if only he was the one doing it. Brad and Tom didn’t say they were going to help him the German beat up the Band Geek through any of the previous conversations of the day. That was so if the German went through with it the only person who’d end up in trouble would be the exchange student. The more Thomas thought about it the more it sounded like Kaiser was chickening out, he wasn’t going to do it now like it was all planned from the start so Tom didn’t see why he couldn’t come out and say he wasn’t going to do it yet besides the fact he just wanted to here himself talk more. And talk more he did much to the weightlifter's annoyance. “What ever floats your u-boat…” Tom said as he finally down gulped the shot and set it on another waiter’s tray and it was just around then Mercedes came by. Someone to come over and potentially stop Tom from being drove to the brink before he did in Kaiser..

The brunette remembered the cheerleader back in high school and even know. She was just as peppy as she had been then. Not that it bothered Tom he just wasn’t into her type. “Hey,” He said before answering her question with, “Maybe,” he wasn’t going to say anything that would make Kaiser think he could potentially use against the weightlifter... But at the same time Tom wasn’t lying to the cheerleader about his answer of if he'd danced with some cute girls previously. Tom had a quick dance with Daiz and yes, in his opinion she was 'cute'.. more 'attractive' but cute would suffice. A brief pause and it was then that Mercedes asked something that Tom couldn’t smell just because he was so used to it by now. It was a split second later that Tom found himself laughing, Kaiser copied Brad's cologne.. If that wasn't funny what was? After the weightlifter's bout of laughter he tried to look the other male in the eyes without laughing and sarcasm leaked in his statement “Awh man you really got me there.. See I may have believed your charade, but I think you got the story wrong.. They aren’t talking about me and Brad, they're talking about you and Brad.. Bro if you’re so desperate to ********.. You should give up now while you’re still slightly hetero..” With that said he walked back over to Brad, Logan, and was that the singer of what’s its face talking to gameboy? Oh well, Thomas basically went to just say, “The German wears your cologne..” To the whole group trying to keep a staright face yet still finding it hilarious in a stalker sort of way.. A few more bits and pieces of the conversation and it wasn’t long till the night ended and he said his goodbyes before heading back to the frat house late in the night.

After the party was pretty much a blur, he’d gone back to the frat house, and went to bed. Not the most exciting of evenings. He did talk to Brad a while after. Ignored Rene’s presence. Danced with Logan. And went separate ways. His alarm clock had gone off and Thomas had rolled over on his bed to turn it off but it was too late for it already did what it was meant to do.. Make him wake up.. Standing up, Thomas brushed himself off. He was only wearing a pair of boxer briefs, he was sort of relieved to see he wasn't still wearing the clothes he went to the party with... No sense in having the after party smell.. He had taken a quick shower and returned to get dressed jeans, a t-shirt, and a red sweatshirt that left his arms visible.. He'd put a jacket on if the New York weather got too cold but till then he was just fine with his appearance. He went into the kitchen of the hectic place after his shoes were on and. He grabbed out a box of 'Wheaties', 'the breakfast of Champions', and two-percent milk. He then went into the cub-barbs and pulled out a bowl. He poured in the cereal first, then the milk. He put the milk back into the fridge. Then he went to the shelf and grabbed a spoon. The usual recipe for breakfast. He twirled the spoon around on his finger before picking up his bowl of cereal he leaned against the counter and finished it off there.. There was no point in going to sit down or anywhere else for that matter simply because this was cereal.. He could finish it in three minutes if he wanted to... Not that he did that would've been sloppy and surely have ended horribly.. But he did finish it in what seemed like a short time simply because he hadn't had time to think much on anything.. He put the bowl and spoon in the frat sink... Someone would do the dishes and it wasn't going to be him.. This was his last year.. So more likely than not it was going to be a freshie.. Going over to free couch he sat himself down and claimed the seat before anyone else could. Some of his frat mates were gawking at the television or asleep on the floor Tom just snickered and texted a message to Daiz just because.

Goodmornin
I have practice some of the day
and’ll be busy with that. I think
you were goin’ to hang with your
friends if not I can always squeeze
in sometime.. anyway just textin
to say it was nice bein around you
in 'public'.. the reaction of most
was humor-some to say the least..

So please hand me my cover and my soul,
I'll throw away every piece I own.
'Cause I believe if you need me to,
I'll risk my neck, I'll go down with you.
There's no line to what I would do,
Can I be your life 'cause I need you.

[mokiepuppymaster]

xxx

•••
Is it possible Mr. Loveable || Is already in my life?
Right in front of me || Or maybe you're in disguise
Who doesn't long for someone to hold || Who knows how to love you without being told
Somebody tell me why I'm on my own || If there's a soulmate for everyone ||
•••

Romance causes ignorances...those words seemed to echo in her mind. But it was so true. It was just as they said, fools fall in love. Love made people do crazy things and also rids you of your better judgement. Therefore Yulia didn't think she wanted to fall in love. Falling...after all, when you fall you wind up only feeling pain right? Why would anyone want to fall into anything? Sure she'd understand if people were saying things like 'Striving for love or climbing for it'. Instead they said you had to fall...it made her feel as though it were a terrible thing that would engulf you. Yulia never wanted to fall in love. This feeling that burned within her as she danced with Roirdan, she wanted to blame on the bits of alcohol that was in her system from the drink she had swiftly downed when she was near Holly. Perhaps the fluttering she had experienced earlier when she shopped with Roiry. It was only because she liked being around him. He was her friend, and when he verbally reminded her, she mentally repeated it. 'As friends.'

She didn't know why she let Justin talk her into getting a drink. Honestly she only wanted to drink a few. Maybe one or so. She just didn't realize that the one she had drank would have effected her as much as it had. Yulia knew she didn't need to get drunk. Everytime she drank she did stupid things, and said them as well. She couldn't remember exactly the things she said, but there was a flirtacious side of herself she didn't like revealing. The drunken, flirtaciously stupid side that babbled out senseless things. God, at that point a cheerleader most likely sounded like a rocket scientist in comparison to her. The drinks made it so that she knew she couldn't drive, she wasn't even sure how she got home. Well, technically she didn't go home, instead she went back to Roiry's dorm. It was only supposed to last for a few minutes or at least an hour. The entire time that's what she kept saying out loud, most likely to remind herself that she wouldn't sleep over. But the more they kissed, the more she wanted to stay. The more she couldn't control herself. And yet it all happened...almost like a near death experience. At least she didn't feel as though she were in her own body. Someone else was. Someone else was kissing Roiry and playing with his hair. Someone else drunkeningly sputtered out how badly they wanted to experiment with new things. How badly she wanted to escape her uptight standards. At one point of time she might've said, "I just want to be one with you." At least that was the translated terms. The way Yulia said things in her state, things could have been interpretated differently.

Everything...was cold. At least she felt the chill the next morning. Her legs twitched beneath the covers as she felt her bare thighs rub against each other. Her hands tugged tighter onto the covers and a yawn pressed itself from her partially painted lips. The majority of the lipstick had smeered away and her hair was severly messed up in comparison to how neatly she had it done for the party. Trying to get comfortable she turned over more so she was on her back, her head nuzzling more into the pillow behind her. Softly she inhaled in the smell, though her nose twitched at the aroma of alcohol. She was never a fan of it, and didn't see how people could get a high from the smell. Personally Yulia was very picky about the smells she smelt. She was always subconscious about her own odor. Which is why she always bathed twice a day. Figuring that you should always wash away all that happened to you during the day; just as you should always wash in the morning to symbolize starting a new. This was different. Before hand she felt another source of warmth in the bed, but now...surprisingly she was colder. And just as soon as she turned to have her back more on the bed, she turned over once more to tug the covers more onto her body. Her body told her that she was better off sleeping, if she woke up, something bad would happen.

Then that's when she felt hands upon her, shaking or more so nudging her. The first time he spoke, she only partially registered what he was saying. But the more conscious she became, the more she felt the headache beginning to develop. "What?" she sleepily replied, though squinted her eyes open only a little when he mentioned that they needed to discuss something. Then that's when her brain turned on. The female's eyes widened greatly when she saw him, then looked down at where she was. Beneath covers, why on earth was she beneathe covers?! Yulia tugged the covers more towards herself in hopes of shielding her body. At the moment all she was dressed in...sadly, was her underwear (bra included). Which mind you was not a thong, since Yulia never had issues about the panty line and saw nothing wrong with wearing panties. It wasn't necessarily grannypanties or anything, but nothing that she wouldn't be embarrassed about buying. Still, what on earth? Her mind was racing, faster than it should, and it didn't help about the headache she was experiencing. She tried searching through her thoughts for what had happened the night before, but she was coming up with blanks.

"Uh, um," was all she could get out at first. Her thoughts weren't peacing together complete sentences until finally she managed to say, "Please...tell me we didn't..." though cut herself short when she spotted her black dress on the floor. The very dress that she thought was elegantly cute and yet modest enough to show that she had class in comparison to a number of the people at the party. The way it was tossed on the floor brought her fear to definitely settle. She was jumping to conclusions, not even considering the chance that probably hadn't had sex. Which they had not. Instead she was thinking of all those terrible "whatif" questions. What if something terrible became of this? What if they wound up spontaneously developing an STD? What if she gets pregnant? Then everything would be screwed up, her future, her goals! Or worse, what about Blair? What if Roiry blantly tells her that she was a mistake and she winds up being labeled as a whore? 'Don't be stupid Yulia, chances are Roiry doesn't have a disease...and you might not be pregnant...' It didn't change the fact that she wanted something more special for her first time. Not something with...

Was alcohol involved? Of course it was.

"Yeah, we do need to talk," she finally brought herself to agree. She fought against the sickening feeling that was burning within her, pushing it off as her being a tad on the over-dramatic side. Then that's when her face heated up, she was still in the same room with him in what she considered indecent. Tightly she tugged the covers more upon herself and didn't dare to make eye contact with him as she fought pass the embarrassment. "How long have you been awake--- I mean, no one else knows about this, do they? No one else was in here, were they?" She looked panicked, of course Yulia would be over-reacting about this. She after all, used to hyper-venalate back in highschool whenever she would make a B+. Her hands took a tigher hold on the covers as her eyes locked onto her knees that were drawn up in front of her. Maybe she hoped that she would suddenly wake up and this would all be a bad dream?

This was Yulia, that nerdy girl, who often pushed herself more than she needed to. She constantly strived for perfection, and considered herself rather outspoken. That's right, one time she actually had marched up to the "In-crowd" and told them that their habits would most likely land them in jail or kill them before the age of 25. She was that girl who ultimately thought of all the preps as sluts and Melody as a tyrant. Back in highschool, Roirdan was her rival...but maybe it was after that party in highschool, the one Melody threw at Cristal's house, maybe it was after that drunken kiss she shared with him...that she became confused. Of course she never told anyone. She'd take that knowledge to the grave with her. So why is it now that she's a grown woman, in a hotel room with the very guy that she had went shopping with the day before...that she felt ashamed? Because Yulia believed that cheating was wrong, no matter how much you would want it. It was wrong, and now she was considered a slut...wasn't she? She could practically hear Blair yelling vile things, at least they were playing out in her mind. She would've asked for a shirt...but figured there wouldn't be any here.

What if he thought she liked him? So without giving it much thought,the words suddenly spewed out of her. "Just so you know, I was completely not in right mind and would have never slept with you if I was!" It was a mistake, the moment the words were out of her mouth she regretted it. Why? It was the truth, but was it? Why was she so unsure of herself? He had a girlfriend, a girl who could sing...who was striving to be famous. Chances were she sang to him, wrote songs for him. What could Yulia do? Sure she could dance, but nothing impressive. Crappit, now her thoughts were roaming. It was too late to take back what she had said. Even though it had only been a few seconds, for her it felt like an eternity; plus, this was Yulia we were talking about. Apologizing always was difficult for her. She wasn't even sure why...

So she lightly bit down on her bottom lip and slid out of the bed to grab her dress, her face burning the entire time. If he had something to say, she'd listen to it. Instead she slipped the dress back on, and started struggling with the zipper. She didn't even know where her shoes were.


xoxoYulia Evelyn Littlexoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxox
xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxox•••{{The Over-Achiever}}•••

[mokiepuppymaster]

✖✖✖
Full moon in the city and the night was young,
I was hungry for love, I was hungry for fun
✖✖✖

René Kaiser Schröder
The Once Foreign Exchange Student

The anger that burned within Kaiser could have not been exactly described. He felt the corner of his lip twitch slightly as he tried to maintain a smile towards Tom's statement. Though he brought himself to laugh, laugh greatly and outloud. Practically so proud that it was obnoxious. He wouldn't give the male the satisfaction of knowing that he was able to upset him. "Zhat's a good one, Tom," he brought himself to say. A good one...no. Kaiser would make sure he was the one with the last laugh. Did he return to the group, no. He hadn't. Just as he didn't bother to find Shay, since he figured he would be able to deal with him later. No, what continued to irk him was that comment. Him wanting Bradley?? That was disgusting, that was more than disgusting. That was as disgusting as him sleeping with an animal, mind you, he'd never do. The fact that Tom would even think of such a thing makes him gay. He and Bradley must be gay, since only someone who would accuse someone else of being gay must be a homosexual. Well, except for Kaiser, since he's of the exception to the rule. Still, the thought that he would even say something so vile! If there was ever to be anything between him and Bradley, then it would have to be Bradley staked down into the mud and Kaiser with a toilet plunger handle. If it's not along the lines of that, then THAT IS NASTY!

The next morning he woke up with his glare fixed on the ceiling. Tom and Bradley were bestfriends, unseparable; which would make it more difficult for him to wedge his way in between the two. He wanted to take everything that Bradley had and turn it against him. He'd take Melody, Bradley's former 'queen', as well as Tom, his faithful sidekick. And now he had that kid with the glasses and V-neck shirt; what was he? His step-stool? With all of these things that Bradley had, Kaiser wanted them. Not because he was envious, but because he didn't want Bradley to have anything. He wanted the boy to be lonely, hopeless, helpless and more of all vulnerable. He wanted him to lose his status, his titles, his money, his friends, his wannabe-friends. If the football player had a dog, well by god Kaiser wanted it to be burnt in a box and left on his doorstop. But how? Where were his weakness? Well, of course he had weaknesses. Kaiser wasn't going to bring himself to admit that he didn't know what they were. He'd like to believe that practically everything was Bradley Anderson's weakness. Even his so-called-buddy Tom. Oh how the two seemed so gay with each other. They've seemed that way since highschool, even back before he wanted to hang out with them. No, back then he just wanted to fight, he wanted to fight whoever was acting as though they were the toughest around, and what better to stand up for the friend of his host sister. Blair...he wondered how she was, if she even knew that he was in town yet.

So he pulled himself up and climbed out of bed. After all, Kaiser was the type to sleep in the nude. He felt free, and wasn't ashamed of his body in any form of way. Why would he be? He had muscles, he believed everything was toned, and not neglected in the slightest. He figured that people who weren't comfortable about walking in the nude had something to hide. Yes, he loved every inch of himself, even his piercings; and mind you, he didn't only have them on his nipples, but rather somewhere else inappropriate. They were painful at the time, but now he believed they added something unique for the experience of being with him. Free to the elements of his room he moved over to the nightstand of that was positioned right beside the great bed that came with the hotel room. He didn't care about the chill, but found it more stimulating as he soon moved to stretch his arms before drawing up the cellphone and suddenly scrolled through his contacts. Hopefully she hadn't changed her number. But why would she? Especially when she was the host of him? He almost felt bad for not getting in touch with her earlier. But he couldn't even fully remember the good times they shared. He was sure there were some. Then again, the two of them were so different, he just sort of pitied her for having Bradley stain her lips back in highschool. HOW NASTY! He figured that kissing Bradley must've been as nasty as kissing a homeless person! When he located Blair's number, he texted:

How are you?
It has been a long time, hasn't it?
What have you done to keep
yourself busy over the years?
We should really catch up, shouldn't we?

-Kaiser


Sent. Perhaps that was the first step? He would build up his female-fan base, give himself allies, appear as a saint once again, and therefore look Bradley appear as a monster in comparison. An evil grin crept onto his lips. "I vill have all zhat is mine, I vill have Bradley Anderson down on his knees crying and sobbing like an infant. Und I vill drink of his tears. I vill drink of them like I vould the sweet taste of taste of vine. I vill ---," Before he could finish his thought or more so monologue, there was a knock at the door. You see, Kaiser was the type who loved room service more than anything. The thought of people serving him gave him a high or rush that was more pleasurable than hitting his peak during sex. When he opened the door, there standing before him was one of the male hotel staff, looking as though he was forcing a smile. Kaiser greeted him with a hearty one of his own. The smile only made the room-service gentleman look more uncomfortable. On the cart the man had Kaiser's breakfast, after all, it was something that the exchange student had set up when he had checked in, that he would pay extra to have his breakfast delivered to his room every morning by a certain hour. Kaiser took a step to the side and gestured for the man to wheel the cart inside. Maybe it was the fact that Kaiser was naked that made him feel uncomfortable, but the staff didn't say anything, he just did as he was told and waited for Kaiser to go get his tip, though was uneasy about taking it not knowing where the German's hands had been. Even though Kaiser felt the man's eyes trail every now and then, he didn't think of him as gay. Instead he thought of him as envious.

That timidness was just what Kaiser needed. It fueled him! To the point where he suddenly sent a text message to none other than Tom. That's right, Tom:

Hey, Tom. What is up?
That joke you told yesterday
was so funny. It's still practically
tickling my insides. Anyways,
I was wondering if there is a practice
that I should know about?
Maybe later? And I figured afterwards;
you, me, [daredevil] should get a few
drinks.

Kaiser


He purposely left Bradley's name out, since he didn't care for the male and wouldn't want to drink with him. Unless...unless he was able to get Bradley drunk, then he could embarrass him. Yes, that would work, now wouldn't it? He swiftly got to work on his breakfast, and then moved off to the bathroom so he could shower, and get dressed, this included wearing the same brand cologne that Bradley always wore; because he believed he could wear it better. His attire was completely abercrombie & fitch, logos and everything. He wore an olive colored, 3/4 sleeved shirt with a white under shirt, as well as a black jean looking jacket, that cost him roughly $300, without a sell, his pants were standard, but at the same time very expensive. He liked everything to be expensive, though he figured that it didn't matter what he went in wearing to the photoshoot, they were going to wind up dressing him in something completely different. If he were lucky, he and Melody would get paired together to take a few shots. And if he was even more lucky, then it'd be on the provocative side. Ah Melody, Melody...the very girl that he believed Bradley was more than stupid to be without. After all, she was beautiful, she was wild. If only he could get his hands on her as well as her 'court': Trin, Cristal and Mercedes. The very idea practically excited him, but for now he would just look forward to the modeling session. Which is why he texted to Melody:


Hopefully we'll get to work
with each other again today.

Kaiser

Since the last photoshoot they had, the two of them were in the picture together. But there were a number of other guys as well. This time Kaiser was hoping for a little one on one time. Time, that's all he was really needing right now, wasn't he? He'd have time to ruin Bradley...he'd have him ruined by Valentine's day, he just knew it. And if not, Valentine's day, then the next major holiday. He'd have him crying like a little girl, and wanting to jump states, change his name and start over a new. If he could get Melody to help him, no, not help him, but merely watch. After all, Kaiser was capable of destroying Bradley on his own. He just remembered how Melody had tried once on taking down the football star's status...but failed. No, that's why he'd have her observe, and in the process fall madly in love with him. Was he in love with her? Well, no. He loved himself, but there was nothing wrong with wanting admirers. Now was there? He left his hotel room, and headed over the elevator.

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Translation
1.

✖✖✖
I was hunting you down, and I was the bait,
when I saw you there, I didn't need to hesitate
✖✖✖

[midgetminion]

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S0 D33P 7HA7 !7 D!DN'7 3V3N BL33D & CA7CH M3||

Basil Leone
reporting for the
New York Times
The Writer

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! S7!LL AM 3MP7Y|| S0 D33P 7HA7 !7 D!DN'7 3V3N BL33D & CA7CH M3||

The party had definitely not gone as Basil would have expected. Sure, it had been a while since he actually had time to go to a club, but he hadn't got to hang out with all of his friends as he would have liked to. Yes, they were there, however disaster had a way of following them. First it was the incident with Corey and her break up and break down at the club. He figured that they were all thankful that Sami came to the rescue to help clean the girl up, but after that, it was as if the two females stuck together. Yes, it's understandable that they're partying mood was probably dampened, but words couldn't describe how excited Basil had been about having a night of fun. You would think he could rejoice about the fact that his boyfriend eventually showed up, right? Well, you're only half right there. Yes, Basil was glad to see him, but there was still this strange feeling that the writer got on the inside. This feeling that the spark that they once had just wasn't there anymore. It wasn't fully gone, it was just burning out. There were a number of times where the teen wanted to mention it, but he didn't want to come off as rude or anything. He wanted to know if this was how Corey felt when she would dump her boyfriends, but figured it was definitely not the time to ask such a question. Especially due to the undeniable fact that female had been dumped that night. The last thing he wanted to do was depress her again. He couldn't ask Sami...since she was with Core. And then there was Kevin.

Basil was actually glad that the other had stuck around. It gave him someone to talk to at least. Perhaps he could tell him of these recent feeling? The only thing that stopped the gay was that he didn't want to freak Kevin out. It wasn't like he was afraid of the skater suddenly turning homophobic on him, but he didn't know if the other would be comfortable with talking about gay relationships. In the end, the writer simply kept it bottled up the best he could, and forced himself to put on a smile for the rest of the night, even though there were a few times when he would zone out. That was probably why he didn't even notice that when he left, Kevin was still at the bar getting wasted.


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The next morning came quicker than Basil would have anticipated. He wasn't even sure what time it was, but whatever the hour, he still didn't feel fully rested. "Ugh," he murmured as he rolled over, noticing that the bed he was in didn't hold anyone other than himself. He hadn't went home with his partner, but that was probably for the best anyways. "What's wrong with me?" he mumbled to himself as he pushed his chestnut colored hair from covering his face. He didn’t know why he had been feeling so confused with his relationship. Back in highschool, he would’ve killed to be able to be openly with someone. After all, it wasn’t as if he didn’t know he was gay back then. He knew he was gay even back in middle school. It was simply because he knew how horrible gays were treated at his school that lead him to stay inside the closet for so long, especially because back then he had a crush on the quarterback for the school’s team. He never acted on it since that would be practically asking for a death threat back then. The jocks were the main ones striking fear, and even though the quarterback was nicer, the other jocks were, and Basil actually did want to graduate in one piece. It seemed like not acting on that was a good idea since he found himself crushing on the band geek as well. After all, it was he who was bold enough to actually be know as a homosexual back in school. Sure, he was targeted for bullying more than once because of that, but he never went back into denial. Basil had always admired that fact. Then there was that fateful occurrence at Crystal’s house party. Where he was forced to kiss Shay.

After that, he couldn’t help but think more and more about coming out, which he wound up doing to his friends and mother. The fact that they were supportive of it made it easier for the male to be more open with himself. Yes, Basil knew that he would never be able to fully escape the taunts or ridicules, but being honest with himself felt right. Perhaps he should have tried letting that one guy, Kaiser train him like he did his Shay, however the writer never had time for that. Consequently, he wound up enduring harsh fagbashing, yet when he ran into Shay on the streets and started dating him, it all didn’t matter. In the beginning, everything was great. However as time went on, and Basil found himself getting his job with the New York Times, relationship time was becoming more and more scarce. Basil hated the fact that he couldn’t be the awesome, always-there boyfriend that he wanted to be, and couldn’t help but wonder if this meant he needed to stop trying all together. Even last night, he knew that he was severely out of it. What with worrying about his friends, he didn’t get to spend the quality time with Shay like he wanted to.

Deeply sighing to himself, the brunette forced himself to sit up, he realized that he was in the same clothes as last night. Then again, he was probably too tired to actually change into more comfortable clothing. Looking down at his hands, his eyes trailed to his wrists noticing that he had a fewer number of his colorful jelly bracelets than he did hours ago. 'Lucky they were cheep,' ran through his mind as he started patting his pockets in hopes of locating his cell phone and wallet. Bingo. The wallet was in place as well as the cellular device, which was tucked away in his pants pocket. However, the male was pretty sure that he would have some mark on his thigh from sleeping on the phone all night long. Just as he noticed that he had a faint imprint all around his waist from his belt that he had on. It wasn't anything to get worked up over, since it would most likely fade away in a few hours.

His roommate was nowhere to be found...as usually, but that didn't bother him. His roommie was pretty much antisocial anyways. Walking to the bathroom, a yawn slipped past the male's lips. He had a slight headache, but it wasn't anything too serious. He recalled drinking the night before, although it wasn't like he woke up in a hospital bed or an alley way, so apparently he didn't have too much. The writer just got a little buzzed. Looking in the mirror over the sink, the twenty-two year-old rubbed his eyes with the base of the palms of his hands. "I look-a-like crap," he said with a bit of an accent before wrinkling his nose. His hair was messy and his face had curved lines on the right side of his face. At first he wondered where they all came from, but quickly realized he must have been sleeping on the arm that held the majority of his remaining jelly bracelets. They'd fade away in due time, but in the mean while, the brunette brushed his teeth prior to figuring a shower would be the best option for coming to life faster. It wasn't that he was smelly or anything, aside from the club scent that clung to his clothing. 'I'll just wash my face and shower if I need to go anywhere...' It was a lazy thought but he was having a very lazy Saturday morning. "Maybe the other's are up to something," he mused to himself as he grabbed his phone from the bathroom counter top. He was tempted to send an apology message to his boyfriend for not being completely into the whole party thing last night, but Basil wasn't sure what to write. Instead, he found himself texting to Kevin:


Funny how last night was
refreshing & tiring at the
same time. I was tempted
to head over to Holly's but
I wouldn't want to wake her
in case she's still sleeping.
You know who Sats can be.
So...uh, can I ask you something?

Live::Learn::Laugh::Basil

After pressing 'send', Basil wasn't so sure if that was the message he wanted to send or not. Biting at the side of his lip, he wondered if he should have just came out and asked him for advice. Then again, maybe Skye would be better for this sort of thing. 'But I allllways go to Skye for this kinda stuff...Kevin deserves a chance...he's a guy after all.' Despite the fact he was gay, Basil was well aware of the fact that both he and his boyfriend were guys, so perhaps a guy would know where he was coming from. So a second message was sent to the Skater:


Sorry for sending 2 messages but
I just had to ask. have you ever
felt as though you weren't as
satisfied as you once were with
your life? Like the spark of content
was flickering? That's how I feel
about Shay. It was nice once
upon a time, but that highschool
crush is fading. I don't know whether
to blame work or myself....
Agh, what am I saying, sorry for
bothering you with this. It's a
ridiculous question/scenario type-thing
So I'll just stop.

Live::Learn::Laugh::Basil


Basil didn't even sign at the bottom because he noticed how long his text had became. He couldn't help it. The fact that he had a full keyboard on his phone made it easier to rant over text message, and the fact that he was a writer only made matter worse. Now he was really starting to think that maybe he shouldn't have sent the messages. “Oh, why can't they're be some magical return button for text messages?” the gay groaned aloud dramatically. Hanging his head, he knew that it was only a matter of time till he probably received a 'WTF' sort of reply from the skater, but there was no avoiding it. Instead, the writing simply started washing his face, awaiting the impending text. As he figured, it didn't take too long for Kevin to send something back to him. Flinching, he clicked into the text to read it, and thankfully, it wasn't what he had expected it to be. What the other was saying was making plenty of sense, but still...Basil wasn't sure if he was ready to come clean to his boyfriend about this. Regardless, he worked his thumbs to type up a reply to Kevin:


I'll probably check on Core later
but wow, I didn't expect you to
be so profound. Perhaps I should
ask you for advice more often. I
mean, I know I need to talk to him
but I don't know what to say. . .I
don't want to hurt him- but thanks.

Live::Learn::Laugh::Basil

With that out of the way, the writer couldn't help but still think about it as he rinsed away his face cleanser, replaying the texts in his head. 'You can't blame anyone for trying to catch up with the ever changing world...' It was true. Basil knew that he couldn't expect everything to forever stay perfect, but still...“I'll talk to him...just...not right now,” the brunette decided as he toweled off his face. That would make things so much easier, to just put it off...however a quote soon came to mind. “How soon 'not now' becomes 'never'.” He didn't want to become one of those people who became ultimate procrastinators, so Basil decided to be a little more vague with his text to Shay:

Good morning~ Anyways, I just
wanted to apologize for being out
of it last night. I had a lot going on
with my friends & crazy hecticness.
Maybe I can make it you to you?

Live::Learn::Laugh::Basil

Satisfied with the text, Basil actually was feeling a lot better with himself. It was like a weight had been uplifted from him. Some of the laziness was even leaving, which made him fine with taking that shower now instead of pushing it off any longer. Besides, if Shay did take him up on his offer, then he would be leaving his dorm sooner than he thought.


......

[xAscoldrainfalls]

You know that in the end,xxxx
→ You're my favorite... xxxxxxxxxxx
I'll relapse again. xxxx
→ You're my favorite... xxxxxxxxxxx
I'm down to my own tricks, xxxx
You're my favorite fix ❤

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The night of the party was a little… well it was different than what Sami thought it would have been. She imagined that she would have met up with Kevin there and then spent most of the time with him and her friends. Well, seeing as that didn’t happen, it was one or the other. She ended up staying most of the time with Corey and some of that time with Basil. Sure, she was bummed that she didn’t get to spend a good portion of her night with Kevin, but he was off doing his own thing and her friend needed her. Her and her boyfriend conveniently broke up on the night of the party. Fantastic. Sami was there though. Of course, after Basil had found her that is. From that moment on, Sami stuck to Corey’s side. She wanted to make sure that the female was okay. She seemed really messed up about it and what friend would want that? She tried many things to get the girl’s mind off the break up. Not much partying went on, but that was okay. Sami wasn’t THAT into the party scene to be completely honest. She went to hang out with her friends of course, but she didn’t do much of anything while she was there (i.e. drinking or drugs). When she DID attend these parties though, it was mainly because she REALLY felt that she hadn’t been as close with her friends or boyfriend as she once was. She hated that about her work.

Over the course of the night, she had sent a few text messages to Kevin to make sure that he was okay, but none were responded to. Yes, she was worried about him, she wanted to simply know that he was okay, but she didn’t want to bring her boyfriend up in front of Corey for the simple fact that she didn’t want her friend to get upset about what just happened. It was slightly stressful, but when she wasn’t sending a text message to the blond/brunette, her attention was solely on Corey. She was doing everything in her power to make the other female feel better, at least good enough to go out and have SOME fun. Sami stayed away from the alcoholic beverages of course, but she didn’t need them to have a good time. When the party seemed to die down and Basil had gone off to do something with Shay or something, it was just Corey and Sami. The female went back to the pink and blond haired female’s living space and then took care of her until she fell asleep. She wanted to make sure that all was good. Of course, Sami told her that she was leaving and that if she needed anything she could just call her. It was late, very late. Sami worked so much that she wasn’t used to staying up this late. She was exhausted, mentally and physically. She just wanted to go home and cuddle up to Kevin then pass out.

Sure enough, when she got home, things didn’t go as planned. The apartment was bare. The walking around at night in a skirt (of course one that she had designed) and a top with a jacket, well it was pretty cold. Walking into the warm apartment room, well she was more than ready to just lie down and pass out. She just dropped all her stuff on the dining room table and then kicked her shoes off in the middle of the living room. She walked to the room that she shared with her boyfriend, but that room was empty. A small frown appeared on her face, but she would get over it. She was a big girl. She could go to sleep by herself. She sat down at the edge of the bed and then took the panty hose off and just fell back onto the bed. Her body sprawled across the blanket that covered the bed. She closed her eyes and then thought about what she had to do the next day. Luckily to what she remembered, she didn’t have to work tomorrow. She had taken the day off for a very special reason. She hadn’t spent a lot of time with Kevin in a while, and she really owed him some time, so she was going to give him the whole day. She thought it was a start to making up the time that she had missed with him. On any average day she would come home really late and then get something to eat, spend some time with Kevin and then be in bed by eleven thirty, twelve o clock. That’s not a lot of time when you only leave the office at ten thirty or so.

She had fallen asleep right there on the edge of the bed and then something made her wake up to a bright light that was on in their room. She took a deep breath and then got up, took her jacket off, turned the light off and then crawled into the bed. She fell asleep in the middle of the bed not caring that she wasn’t on her side. She pulled some of the pillows on her side over to the middle and then buried her face deep into the pillows and pulled the blanket up and around her shoulders. In almost no time flat, she was out like a light.

✯ ❤ ✯ ❤ ✯ ❤ ✯ ❤ ✯

Sami’s life hadn’t been all that great to be completely honest. Sure, she could have had it a lot worse off… A LOT worse. She could have married a rockstar >.> She knew that she screwed up when she originally broke up with Kevin, but it was just something that she had to do. Their relationship was very odd. It wasn’t like most relationships that people had. They don’t normally break up, end up winning a contest to marry a rockstar, their ex crashes the wedding and then the two ex’s run off together to live happily ever after… well… maybe not happily ever after, but you get the gist. Sami, personally, was dreading that contest. She only did it so she could get the money to start her own business, plus, with the way that Shaant lived his life, how likely was it to last? Not long at all. Whatever the reasons be, they didn’t go through and thank god. Sure, when Kevin crashed the wedding, she was embarrassed seeing that he was doing this on a drunken stupor, but it had been a long time since she had seen him and just seeing him bust through the doors, well damn, any feeling she had ever had for him rushed back all at once. When Kevin said what he did, about when they first fell in love, the whole time he was talking, she couldn’t stop her feet from moving her closer to him. The desire to close that distance between them was too over powering and it just happened.

She had absolutely no problem telling him that she still wanted him that way. All of it seemed so surreal. She couldn’t help it. She shouldn’t have wanted all this to happen the way that it did, but it was just inevitable. She wasn’t going to stop anything. When they decided to ditch out on the wedding, everything was going amazingly, but then that’s when reality kicked in. Shaant was in their backseat. Why he was there, Sami knew. She knew that he was as glad as she was that Kevin crashed the wedding. How he snuck out though, that was beyond her. He was so annoying. She could never imagine having to deal with that guy on a daily basis. She didn’t want to deal with that guy on a daily basis. He was such an a*****e and she didn’t want to put up with his overly cocky attitude. He wasn’t even that good of a rock star. He was just a pompous a*****e. His persistence for going to a club was so annoying, but when Kevin snapped and then took them all there, she just simply said nothing. They all went into the club, wedding dress and all, and the way that Sami and Kevin reconnected, it was like no other. It seemed as though nothing had even really changed between the two of them, which was an amazing thing seeing as Sami had screwed up royally. Sami had found a few things out that she didn’t particularly like, but she also hadn’t lived a life of glam while the two were apart.

Sami finally owned her own shop. She had spent a lot of time saving up money, but she finally was able to find an affordable one. She was the one calling all the shots. She was in charge of everything and honestly, she loved that. The shop basically was a clothing store with all her designs in it. The people that worked in the small shop sometimes helped her come up with designs or if they wanted to become a designer like her, she let them come up with designs. Of course before they were made into the legit clothing line, Sami had to approve it. If it was good, she would have the person who came up with the design make the clothes. If she didn’t like it, she would make a few suggestions that the person could do to make the design better. To Sami, there was never a bad design; there was a design that needed some tweaking. The shop was a very friendly staff and everyone seemed to get along and work well. That was a huge relief on Sami’s part. The only thing that wasn’t good about the shop was that it was really closed for one day. She closed it on Mondays. It was supposed to be closed Mondays and Tuesdays, but on Tuesdays she went in and did stuff like inventory and whatnot, so she never really got a break, simply because one day wasn’t enough.

The staff had been telling her for the longest time to take a break, but she was too afraid to. Its not that she didn’t trust her staff, but she just got nervous that the one day something went wrong, she wouldn’t be working. Well she had taken a bold move and took Sunday off of work. This was Kevin’s day. Hopefully he had nothing planned because when she took the day off; it was kind of a spur of the moment idea. She decided it right before they closed the store out on Saturday. She knew that Kevin was working hard on his skating because of the X-Games (which she had full intention of attending if he made it) so if he had that to do, she would probably just sleep her whole day away… the amazing part is she probably could do it very easily. She made sure to turn her alarms off the day before. She was going to wake up when Kevin woke her up or when she woke herself up. Seeing as Kevin wasn’t even there, it of course would be the second option. Sami was sleeping peacefully, a dreamless sleep, facing his side of the bed… then out of no where, she felt something cold wrap around her and her eyes shot open, only to hear Kevin talk about the evil wizard kidnapping him. She let go of a deep breath that she didn’t even know she was holding and then pulled her skirt back down under the blanket so that his cold body wouldn’t be touching her upper thighs.

It registered in her mind that she had yet to say anything and then put an arm around him, moving a little closer to him for three purposes. One, she was glad that he was back and hopefully safe. Two, body heat. Three, so when she spoke, she didn’t have to speak THAT loud ”Did he put you in the ice box baby?” She found him to be very cold. She pulled the blanket around the both of them some more and then buried her face into his cold chest. She didn’t particularly like the cold, but soon enough he’d be nice and warm. When she got comfortable, she finally closed her eyes again, wanting to fall back into sleep. The stench of the alcohol in his clothes though, was slightly disruptive of that ”… baby… you wreak of alcohol” She said, just stating an obvious point. As much as she disliked the smell of alcohol and all that went with the nasty drink, she wasn’t going to let Kevin get up. He hadn’t responded to any of her texts or calls the night before and she was worried about him, but now she had him and any uneasy nerve that she had was gone. Sure, she didn’t know what the hell he was doing all night, but part of her also knew that she didn’t really want to know, therefore she didn’t ask. She had a good feeling that she wasn’t going back to sleep any time soon. She opened her eyes slightly and then looked up at Kevin and smiled ” I hope you have nothing planned today. I took off of work to hang out with you all day”

[xAscoldrainfalls]

When the power of love
Exceeds the love for power
The world will finally, finally know peace

тнє вαи∂ ɢєєк

Shay really didn't go to parties. He wanted to, but it just wasn't where he belonged. He was too much of a geek to be invited. Well, its not that he waited for an invitation sometimes, but it just... he didn't know how to describe it. After that whole scenario back at the high school party, he really had no desire to go to them either. If his friends went, then he had a reason to go. If he heard about a party and then he didn't have any friends going, then he wouldn't even consider it. This party though, some of his friends were going and Basil was going. What more of a reason did he need other than his boyfriend was going? Shay had gotten back to his dorm from some band stuff and then he was quick about getting ready to go, seeing as he was already late. He was quick about getting a shower and then getting dressed. He was able to keep his somewhat classy look while he was in such a rush. He let his hair air dry, that way it was curly. Naturally he had really curly hair. He rarely ever straightened it. Back to the party. This was said to be a really big party and he would admit that he was a bit nervous. With all the bullying he's had to deal with his whole life, the fact of dealing with people sometimes just intimidated him and would make him NOT want to be social in any way shape or form.

When he went to the party he was a little bit self conscious, but when he met up with Basil, things were better. For a while now, something seemed a bit wrong with Basil, but Shay didn’t dwell on it. If something really was wrong, the other male would talk to him… right? OF COURSE HE WOULD TELL HIM! Basil was his boyfriend, why wouldn’t he tell him. When he would tell himself things like that, it would make him feel better and not worry. He felt stupid if he ever DID think of that. There was no reason for it. As the party went on, if Shay wasn’t with Basil, he was with someone that he either knew from the school or a friend. He didn’t really care to talk to anyone new. The party to him though, well it sucked. The longer he was there, the more tired he got and he just wanted to go home. When he could no longer find Basil or was just too tired to, he just left the party and went back to his dorm. He felt bad for just rolling out of there and not even looking for any of his friends or his boyfriend, but with the band stuff that he had done earlier in the day, he just wanted some sleep. That was the only thing that he could really do at this point, right? He got back to his dorm and it seemed like almost no time flat that he changed, laid down and passed out on the mattress.


╰☆╮


After the party that Melody had thrown for their graduating year, Shay had been even more skeptical about going to parties. He wouldn't necessarily say what happened traumatized him or anything, but things didn't particularly go the way that he thought they would. Sure, he was forced to kiss Basil, but at the time, he wasn't all for that. He thought that because of that particular event, the male would hate him. Its not like he had anything with him relationship wise anyways, but still. He didn't want someone hating him because the p***k of the school had to go and make a fool of him. He of course at the time, didn't think things would turn out the way that they did. He was glad that they turned out the way that they did, but it never once occured to him before. Shay really liked Basil and when they bumped into one another on campus, well when he saw the male he couldn't help but to apologize for what happened at that party. He didn't know if the brunette hated him or what, but what happened after that was like a calling or something. The two ended up spending some more time with one another and then they were dating. If anyone in high school would have ever asked Shay if he thought he'd ever be able to date Basil, he would have said no... hell! If anyone had asked him if he ever thought he would date, he would have said no. Lo and behold, now he WAS dating Basil and things were the way that they should be.

Shay had woken up on his own. He never really got that much sleep, he always felt that he had something that he needed to do. Even today. It was Sunday! The only thing that he actually had to do was homework, and seeing as he was pretty on top of that throughout the week, he didn't even have much to do. At most, he'd be busy for about two hours of his day. Why he felt so busy? He was never sure. He pushed himself a lot so whenever he didn't have anything to do, he felt as though he was just wasting time. Sure, he made time for Basil and any other friends occasionally, but when he wasn't with anyone, he was either in class, band practice or working on something. Today, he had no clue what he would do with himself. When he woke up, he immediately sat up and took in the room that was around him. His roommate was there, but he said nothing seeing the male sleeping. He didn't really talk to his roommate. They were just two very different people. Shay quickly picked up his phone off the floor and then checked to see if he had missed anything. He wasn’t surprised, but he missed absolutely nothing. No new text messages, no missed calls. Sometimes it was a bummer, but at the same time, it was just normal for him. Shay laid the phone on the bed and then laid back, resting the back of his head against the headboard.

Where as it felt later in the day, it was only nine a.m. err… not quite, but close enough. Up at nine a.m. on a Sunday, which was slightly depressing. Figuring that he would just go ahead and start his day, he got up from the bed and then went about getting his shower. He grabbed his underwear and some jeans and a top to match and then he went about going to go and wash himself. While he was in the shower, he thought about what all he had to do during the day. He really wanted to see Basil, but he didn’t know what the other was planning to do. He could always just text him and find out. That’s what he would do when he got out of the shower. About ten minutes later, he turned the water off and hopped out of the shower. He dried himself off and dressed himself in what he had grabbed. He hung his towel up on the rack and then went back out into the room. He saw that his roommate was still sleeping. He checked his phone (not having any intention to text Basil just yet) and he saw that he had a text. He stopped whatever he was planning on doing and then slid the screen up and then read the text over. It was from Basil. He couldn’t help but to smile a little seeing that he sent him a text already. He loved it when got texts from the other, especially this early in the morning. Reading over, the text, he debated for a second on whether or not he should let Basil make it up. Duh he was going to let him.

Heyy, I hope everything’s okay now.
I understand, stuff happens. I would
really like that (: did you have anything
in mind?

He sent the text off and then tossed the phone on his bed. He didn’t know what Basil was planning when he said that he could make it up to him. Thinking about the night before, something HAD seemed a little off with Basil… but Shay didn’t really think that it was his place to bother him to see what it was. Apparently he didn’t want to talk about it seeing as well… seeing as he didn’t talk about it. That was okay. Everyone had their personal issues and Shay wasn’t one to pry. He went back to the bathroom to run the towel through his damp curly hair. He went back to the room and grabbed his phone from the bed and then sat at his desk. He started his laptop up. He didn’t know if he was going to try and get his homework stuff done now or later. Once Basil replied to his text and they decided on something would decide when he would do what he had to do.


Post subject to change because this was the crappiest intro ever*

[midgetminion]

Whoa I never meant to brag ...

...but I got him where I want him now
Daisy
Logan
Shellenberger




The engine is the heart of the jet...
...but the pilot is the soul

After being away from New York for so long, Daisy Logan Shellenburger was up for seeing her old group once again. Sure, there was noting wrong with the group of enthused airforce students that she had met while away, they all had intellect and strength in common. They were fun to train and argue with, but it wasn't the same as the friends that she had back home. Nobody from the air force academy could replace the so called “nerds” that she grew to love being around all throughout high school. She had been trying to find a time to see all of them together, however that proved to be rather difficult over the course of the day. At least she got to reconnect with Tom again. However, she was glad to find out that there was going to be a party that she could possibly drag the three too. Yeah, a club wasn't exactly the ideal rendezvous location, but if she could kill two birds with one stone- meeting with her friends and hang with her boyfriend some more- then she would. It was hard grouping them all up, but after a while, she was pretty sure that they would all show up. Yet, before she actually met up with them, the tomboy found herself running into Bradley- who was still as arrogant as ever. It was probably expected that even after the years she had been gone, the two of them would get in their typical insult-based conversation. But other than that, she was glad to run into Tom early on as well. The fact that the boasting exchange student, a nervous gamer and sex-driven rockstar found their way into the little conversation circle wasn't planned, but was comical in a weird kind of way.

Over those few minutes, she found herself, even though she felt bad for him, not letting “Bob” use her rental after all. Though also saw that Kaiser was a lot more strange than she remembered him. Or perhaps delusional was the word she was looking for by the crazy story he told about saving a boy back in his hometown, and getting a street named after him. Yeah...right. On the subject of unbelievable things, Logan was shocked to find out how Shaant was always sexual. How could Justin be so obsessed with him? Honestly, she didn't get what was so alluring about being a whore. Sure, it was usually expected out of guys, but that didn't mean that they all had to live up to that stereotype. 'At least Tom's not that pig-headed,' crossed the female wasn't going to complain. Besides, as the saying goes; if it ain't broke, don't fix it. Things were good, so she wasn't about to mess with it. Well, at least she figured things were good. Some would think that you couldn't fully judge until a week, since people were usually nicer when it came to seeing people they hadn't been around in a while. So Logan knew that it was definitely going to be one of those 'wait and see' situations.

Before the night was up, she learned that the highschool slut was now a porn star, which didn't surprise her too much. Although the fact that Shaant and Stellena- erm Trinity had practiced earlier with each other was way too much information for the tomboy. ''I wonder would just go as far to watch Shaant's video when it comes out. . .' silently wondered the female, yet didn't ever ask the doctor throughout the night. She saw him, but hadn't brought it up. Just like how she had seen Roiry and Yulia that night, noticing that they had more than just one drink. Logan drank, but wasn't one to try and get trashed at a party, though she didn't mind raiding the food. The only sad part was that they didn't have the basic food she was craving. The girl with the purple and dark brown hair even found herself asking one of the waiters, “Who the hell do I have to kill ta get a burger 'round here?" The fact that she got to actually dance with Tom made her forgot about the fastfood thoughts.


----Next Day----

The Tomboy had wound up cashing at one of the rooms at the hotel that they were already at. Besides, it was past one when she decided to leave, but she didn't exactly feel like driving around in the snow at night. The logical thing to do would be to just pay a few more bucks for a hotel room. Of course, before she had left, she had made sure to check in on her friends. She couldn't locate Justin, but figured that he was probably gone with Hyori, yet did see Yuila and Roir, and strangely enough, they seemed on the tipsy side. "You two should probably call a cab," she advised, just to be on the safe side. Besides, she didn't want them to get themselves hurt or anything. Though, it had actually surprised her that Yulia was intoxicated as well. Perhaps things changed over the time she was gone? Who knows, but Roirden, she just supposed that it was the fact that his girlfriend had stood him up that made him turn to drinking. It was just for a night though, no way this would become a habit, or at least she hoped not. Logan had remembered saying a quick goodnight to Tom, however didn't want to make too much out of it since she had noticed that Bradley seemed to be talking to him about something, but didn't even care to ask.

As the air force pilot sat up in the comfortable bed that the hotel offered, she couldn't help but wonder if she should've kept a closer eye on Tom. Part of her didn't want him to feel like she was becoming clingy or anything. And even though she hung out with him over the night, there were a number of times where she would go off to catch up with her friends. "If they even remember," she smirked to herself as she reached over to the nightstand were her cell sat. Grabbing, the girl was about to send a text to Yulia, however noticed that she had a message from Roiry. Checking the time, she saw that it was sent to her last night, but she completely forgot about checking her phone after a while back then. Oh well, she could read it now at least. Opening it up, she mouthed the words while climbing out of bed and walking over to the bathroom. Logan was glad that the other hadn't decided to just go home last night. Though part of her wondered if he was still feeling upset about the Blair thing. It wouldn't hurt to text and find out, so the tomboy thumbed in a message to the former's teacher's pet.


How're you feeling? I know
you seemed wasted at the
end of the party. Hopefully
your hangover's not enough
to keep us from hanging out

She didn't bother with putting her name at the bottom since her fingers were feeling a bit on the lazy side at the moment. Besides, Roirden had her labeled. Next, she decided to message Yulia, just to make sure she was alright as well.


You looked like you had a
real good time last night.
Did you get home ok? I'll
see you sometime today.
-L

Okay, so she got a little closer with tagging her name in there. The text was a couple lines shorter than the one to her male friend, but that was because she figured that there wasn't anything huge going on with the bookworm. She was just glad that her friend didn't seem to absorbed with studying that Friday night, or else she would've have showed up at all probably. Lastly, a text was sent to Justin


Did you know your “idol”'s going
to be in a porno w/ “Trinity”? I'm
guessing you'll wanna watch it, lol.
So do Roir and Yules always drink
as much as they do last night, or
just a heartbreak/drinkbuddy thing?
-Logan

The tomboy finally tagged her whole name at the end, and gave a half glance to the text as she pushed unzipped her suitcase with her freehand. She was glad that she had brought it up with her last night, since there was no way she would feel like going all of the way back downstairs just to get a change of clothes. Sending the text, she wondered if Justin knew the slut by Trinity as well. Honestly, she wasn't sure when the name Stellena fully died. Perhaps it was after that STD thing rumor- even though Logan figured that girl was crawling with something years before she was exposed for sleeping around with Brad. After all, it was no secret that the female got around back in highschool. Logan simply figured that Trinity was the type to jump on any hot guy as long as they had a functioning d**k. It really disgusted the female, but it wasn't like she had to be around the girl, so it didn't matter too much now. The tomboy only brought her up in the first place since she was being involved with one of her best friend's favorite singers, and she could easily imagine him trying to watch all-things-Shaant. Snickering at the thought, the girl moved into the bathroom so she could take a shower. Thankfully the hotel provided soap, since she surely hadn't planned on packing any. And though it had a very average smell, Logan wasn't the type to obsess over fruity body wash, shower gel, perfumes or body sprays like other girls.

Once the shower was over, she brushed her teeth and then quickly dressed herself in a black, short-sleeved shirt with the blue and silver U.S. Air Force symbol across the chest. It was one of the random shirts the academy gave out, which she was perfectly cool with. On her lower half were baggy purple cargo pants that were held up by a black studded belt. She knew that it would probably be still snowy out, so her boots would at least keep her feet warm and dry. Though the girl couldn't help but wonder how some chicks could actually bring themselves to wear heels and sandles in the middle of winter. It's like they have a “frostbite welcome” sign on them of something. As she was sticking in her various piercings, starting from her bellybutton, then her three lip studs along with the septum and nose piercing, she heard her phone vibrating from over on the nightstand. Walking over to it, she lighly bit at the back of her far left lip stud, then grabbed the cell, seeing that it was Tom texting her. The corner of her lips raised as she clicked to read over the message. So it was one of those 'just thinking of you' 'just because' texts. The tomboy wasn't big on sentiments, but a warm smile did surface as she replied to the weightlifter.


Surprised you're up so early.
I'm s'ppose to be hanging w/
them today, but I wanna see
your next game. I'd be nice
to see you outrun/bulldoze
some guys on the field again
-Daiz




Pull up your pants just like em'...
.::The Tomboy::.
...Take out the trash just like em'



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[midgetminion]

Listen, now I'm only gonna break your heart and shatter and spatter it all into little, itty, bitty pieces

Bradley Anderson
★ ★ ★I know you want me baby★ ★★
The Football Star

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Whether or not you get it all together then its finders keepers and losers weepers

How could it be that no matter what Bradley Anderson would do, Rene always had some stupid story in attempt to show him up. Frankly, the jock didn't see why the transfer still was trying. Did he actually think that anyone ever believed him? Did the German think that he, in any way, could compare to his reputation? Even if Melody tried messing him over towards the end of his senior year of highschool, Brad figured he bounced back rather well. Here he was, finishing up his last year of college and he considered himself more handsome and popular than ever. And what did Kaiser have? A crazy imagination and an accent. Over all, Brad didn't think that he had any real competition, but the other's persistence was still agitating at times. Especially at the club since he was trying to talk with his buddy in private. About what? The beat-down he was suppose to deliver to his little gay friends maybe? The jock was curious, but wasn't going to do something as unnecessary as trying to hang on the German one's words. Instead, he found himself around the V-neck guy again. He was weird- jittery even- but the football player found it flattering that the freshman came to him for help on changing his awkwardness. However, the situation at hand was the fact that this Shaant guy knew Trinity.

There was no doubt that the blonde guy was looking for the same girl that he had multiple "flings" with in highschool. Then again, it wasn't like he had dated the girl, but ******** her a number of times. And now the jock was hearing that the wild girl was in porno's now. "You could say I've known her on a personal level- we went to the same highschool," he couldn't help but comment as a grin pulled at his lips. He knew that she always could do things with her body that he had never seen before, back in highschool, but if she's graduating for self-leaked videos, to professional ones, then who knows what new tricks she has picked up. But wait, wasn't it said that the girl had some sort of STD? He remembered a rumor starting up, and even though he wouldn't put it passed Melody to start it, he still was on the fence about believing it or not. "But I'm guessing if she's in a porno now, there's no way she has anything 'contagious', right?" he questioned, lowering his voice a bit as he was seriously debating getting back in touch with the girl that caused Harmony so much stress a couple years ago.

The conversation moved on and it didn't surprise him that Logan had seemed weirded out about Shaant's want for a gloryhole. Honestly, the jock didn't know how Tom could still be into her. At least Brad couldn't imagine the female being able to satisfy any guy's needs. The thought of Logan even having sex sent an uncomfortable feeling down his spine. It was best to not even touch that subject. Luckily- or unluckily- for him, Qwerty had started seeming like he was into Shaant. He wasn't about to pretend that he wouldn't kick the living s**t out of him if he was, but the younger male assured that he wasn't. Shaant on the other hand was seeming like one of those bi guys. Bradley never thought you could trust those, since they could blend easier with straight guys, which in turn, still made him think twice about their intentions. But the rocker voiced his open invitation, and then was off. After that, it didn't take long for Tom long to return, however, when he had, the news that he brought with him was disturbing.

“The German wears your cologne..”

"What the ********, man?!?" instantly shot from his lips as he cringed. His eyes darted back towards where Tom had came from, yet the disgust remained on his face. "I know I'm sexy, but damn." Part of him was thinking that this had to mean that the other secretly was just wanting to smell like him so he could feel close to him. "I knew he was a f**," he said more under his breath as he tried knocking the chill away. But now the other seeming like he was watching him in the locker room when they were change made a lot more sense. He could help that after that info was disclosed, Brad was a little on edge, however after breaking from the group, and enjoying more of the party, Rene and his weirdness left his mind. He wasn't exactly sure if the V-neck guy was going to actually leave and change or not, but either way he found himself talking to a number of girls, one of them happened to be Mercedes. Oh yes, one-by-one he planned on sexing up all of the preps, and so far, he believed he was making progress. He thought that he was surely going to score with the cheerleader, yet had to settle for a make-out session since the blonde seemed content on checking in on her “girlfriends”. But hey, that didn't mean that he didn't get another hot blonde he randomly found on the dance floor.

The Next Day...

Bradley woke up at the frat house feeling pretty good about himself. However as he went to take a shower, he couldn't help but keep thinking about how queer Kaiser was. Not only did the guy, not beat the s**t out of the band geek, but now he knew that the guy like to smell exactly like him. He figured that this just meant that he was going to have to not only find another way to make the band-f** and his writer boyfriend not so open with their disgusting displays of gayness, but he was also going to have to take care of Kaiser as well. He just needed to think of the perfect way on how to do this. So as he went back to room and sprayed his signature scent onto himself before pulling his clothes on. All the while, scheming gears were turning in his mind. “What could crack that thick shell of his?” Bradley said to himself as he pulled on a dark geen T-shirt with a white, button down shirt over top of it- though all buttons were left undone. Lastly, his blue jeans were pulled on and he stepped into socks and shoes. Brad knew that it didn't need to be anything football related, since they had a game today, and he couldn't risk someone thinking that he had anything to do with any team-on-team injuries. Nevertheless, the football star was well aware of the fact that as soon as Kaiser took care of their dirty-work to the Shay and Basil, the exchange student would be in a world of trouble with those people who were all for equality. Bradley rolled his blue eyes at the mere thought as he left the room to head down stairs. He knew that the place typically didn't come fully alive until after ten or so. In fact, if it wasn't for the fact that Brad was used to waking up before nine, then he would've still been fast asleep. He saw some of his frats here and there, either passed out or still out of it, but one that stuck out in particular was Tom.

"Hey, man," he said moving around the couch so he could plop down on it beside his buddy, yet noticed someone was still sleeping in the seat he was trying to claim. Sighing, Brad forcefully pushed them off the sofa, which instantly woke the second year student up. As the younger male confusedly staggered up and away from the couch, the jock took a seat, leaning back into the cushion. "I can't believe you're serious about tying yourself down again," he said as his he was pitying the lifter. A single glance was spared to his best friend prior to him continuing, "Seriously, that place was crawling with perfect tens last night." The football star simply didn't understand. At least his friend could have been getting some action if he had taken his advice while his girlfriend was away. It wasn't like she would ever find out. Nudging the other with his elbow, he continued, "I don't even know how you pretend like you haven't noticed." Tom definitely had more self control than Bradley did, but that was mainly because he didn't see the reason why he should contain himself. After all, he was one of those guys who believed that it would be wrong to deny women access to someone as talented as he. Even taken girls wanted him. At least he knew for a fact that he could probably get the dong bird in the backseat of his car again if he wanted to. After all, it was so easy to do yesterday, but it wasn't like her boyfriend was anywhere near comparable to him. Egotistical? Yes, but that was Bradley Anderson for you.

If you fall for me I'm not easy to please. I might tear you apart. Told you from the start, I'm only gonna break, break ya, break, break ya heart.

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Now I may not be the worst but the best and you gotta respect my honesty. And I may break your heart, but I don't really think there's anybody's as bomb as me.

[rAinbow-FRO]

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christopher ℓ σ и ∂ σ и henderiks
mister • smoker
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• oh, kiss me, l i c k your c i g a r e t t e, then k i s s me •

Chris never knew that so much drama could be packed in one day. So much has happened, he didn't know where to begin. It just seemed like that his life was going down one huge s**t hole. The only good thing that came out of all this was him being more freer. Let's start with a small summary. Chris was supposedly what you'd call 'in love' with a certain girl named Corey. Things were going smoothly, finally!, for them. Up until she told him she was pregnant. Of course he couldn't live with that, so as brave as he thought he was, he ran off, unable to face her. He knew he had to break up with her, and that's exactly what he did. Then there was the whole hospital episode. Cristal had to rush him to the hospital. He seemed to be turning out to be some sort of chicken with the way things were going. Then the party. Man, he thought he was going to finally be able to go loose. He met a man, and they were interested in equal things. Weed, and girls. Then somehow Justin came into the picture, and was having a fit of rage, and decided to blow it all up on Chris. So they fought. Got a couple hits here and there. Cristal and Serena had a drama scene as well, as he was caught in the middle of it. He couldn't have said much since he liked both girls. The evening wasn't so bad since he left the party with Cristal, and they had quite a night of their own. But nonetheless, that was most likely the most horrible day Christopher Hendriks had experienced. Here's hoping he has a better day tomorrow.



You've got, I'd say, about five years to live. I'm sorry, but if you just quit when I told you to.. Your options wouldn't have changed so drastically. Christopher woke up in a cold sweat. What was with him, and already nightmares of the hospital? His doctor was freaky enough, he didn't need nightmares to remind him of anything. "[********]" he muttered to himself, pushing the thick blankets off of him. It was way too hot. He looked beside him, seeing Cristal's bare shoulder peeking out from the covers. She always needed blankets, and a lot of them. Always complaining about the cold, but wore such short dresses anyways. Chris wiped off a bead of sweat on his forehead, and swung his legs over to the side of the bed. Glancing at the time, he sighed. It was about time to get ready for work. He almost forgot about it since the last few days have been so hectic. First it was about his ex-girlfriend, the girl he thought he was in love with. Apparently not. One little info about her made everything different forever. He could remember everything perfectly. His reaction, the look on her face when he left. God, he felt so bad. Chris couldn't bare it though. He just simply could not be a father. And he couldn't stay with a girl that has been keeping this big of a secret from him. He missed her from time to time. He'd be lying if he said he didn't. They've been together for who knows how long, how could he not miss her? Sure Corey had him on a super short leash, but he didn't see that back then. He thought he was in love.

Love? Was he kidding himself? Chris got over her in a flash. Or so he thought. Just the thought of a baby just sent him haywire. He was just so incredibly confused. It was hard to find him now with a clear head. He just needed a smoke, something to calm his nerves, and start thinking of things that made sense in his life. Like sex. It was simple, and it certainly made him forget about a ton of things that bothered him. And if that wasn't enough, things just had to go crazy at the party. He thought things were going pretty great, by meeting another guy that was as interested as him in weed, but no. A certain somebody had to ruin it. Justin. That ******** f*****t, Chris thought briefly, wondering what set off the guy. He remembered Justin calling him somebody's b***h. It was so unlike the guy, he was surprised Justin was even raising his voice at him. He seemed pretty chill, but looks were always deceiving. Maybe he does have some mental issues... He never did like my group anyways. He remembered at time in high school though, that he thought they were pretty mutual towards each other. I guess not anymore. Ruffling his hair a little bit, he finally stood up and surveyed the scene.

With a lazy hand on his bare stomach, Chris looked around for his clothes. It wasn't too hard to find, since he managed to toss most of his clothing in the same area. After a few minutes, he managed to get all of his clothes, and left the room to take a shower. He knew his way around Cristal's place already as if he'd been there since she's moved in. He wasn't sure if this was a permanent thing; him sleeping over constantly. Just until Cristal confronted him about it, or Serena took him in. She said she would, so why not? They were best friends anyways, and it'd be interesting to see how it'd turn out, them being roommates. He smiled at the thought of it, as he jumped into the shower. Half an hour later, Chris was ready for work, wearing a casual outfit. He usually just worked in the back, or at the cashier anyways. It didn't matter much what he wore. Plus it wasn't like he could run to his apartment and get a new set of clothes. Corey was most likely still sleeping, and he wouldn't want to wake her up just for fresh clothes. Though he entertained the thought of seeing her today. Perhaps he would.

After he was sure he wasn't missing anything, Chris grabbed his wallet and cellphone off of bed, gave Cristal a kiss on the cheek, and left abruptly. He'd probably send her a text later on in the day, or if she really wanted to see him, she'd just drop by the cafe. First and foremost, he was going to text his best friend; Serena. He couldn't start the day without a conversation with her first.

Mooooornin' sunshine. Got a good nights sleep? Well I'm heading to work, wanna meet me there once you wake up? Get some fresh, free coffee? How does that sound? I know it's too tempting to resist so I'll see you there;) »»Chris.

Chris wasn't really the type of guy to use smiley little faces unless he was texting to a girl. He'd feel like a fruit if he sent smiley faces and frowney faces to guys. It just didn't fit. So after sending Serena that one text, he sent a text to the two remaining friends he had, Oliver and Alex.

Once you wake up, or if you're already awake, wanna head out to my work? I know business will be slow, and our 'gang' hasn't hung out in a while. Get your lazy a** up, and come entertain your best friend! Let your man feed you breakfast, it'll be on me. »»Chris.

With the texts sent and out of the way, Chris grabbed a final coat to put on, and rushed out the door. If he didn't hurry, he'd be late. The old man was lenient on him on time, but still. He felt bad because he knew how easy it'd be to take advantage on the owner of the shop. The cold air took him by surprise. He forgot how cold it actually was outside. He looked around the streets of the city, and wondered how he got himself in such deep s**t. Getting there by the cab, he managed to get there just in time, and clocked in. Chris put on the mandatory apron loosely, not wanting to look too f**-ish with it on. He saw a couple of co-workers wearing their aprons as tight as condom and well, the look just didn't work out so well. So now, he'd wait. He'd wait for customers, or for his friends to show up and entertain him. Leaning against the counter, he made himself a cup of black coffee. He had a feeling it was going to be a long morning.

• don’t you wanna f e e l my b o n e s on your b o n e s? it's only n a t u r a l •

[mokiepuppymaster]

"Justin Elliott Knight"
The DREAMER aka the Med Student
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.::ITSABEAUTIFULLIE::.


It was supposed to be the ultimate evening. At least that's what Justin had originally thought of it. Sure he was upset that his girlfriend, Hyori wouldn't be able to go to the party with him...but he was more than thrilled that she said he could go in her place and meet his idol Shaant. At first he would've been satisfied with her going and him just hearing all about it later and knowing that he'd be kissing the person who was able to talk to someone as amazing as the singer. But in the end it was better than that. He went to the party, and wouldn't admit it, but thought that Jane looked rather nice. More than he had originally thought. Even meeting Shaant was great, sure he had to resist going to nervous fan-mode, which had happened a bit; but he figured he left a good impression. At least he hoped. See, his plan was:

1. Meet Shaant
2. Become bestfriends
3. Become neighbors or possibly roommates
4. Shaant has a party where he honors Justin
5. Justin dies happily

That sort of thing. At least it was along the lines of that. Justin was pretty reserved in his opinion when it came to a number of things. But his admiration for Shaant might have not been a healthy one. He was relieved that he could control emotions and didn't scream whenever he saw the other. No, Justin wasn't a chick and never would want to be one. He just thought that there weren't enough words to describe the lead singer of Tell All Tuesday. But something went wrong. It was while he was talking to Shaant that Chris had came over...and then one thing led to another and the next thing he knew Shaant had left, Justin couldn't let it go that he absolutely hated Chris. Well, he used to like him (as a friend) before he found out that Oliver, who was Chris's bestfriend was messing with his girlfriend, and Chris openly lied to him about it. Yeah, of course Justin can't stand him, and he let it show when he saw him. One thing led to another and the fight broke out. Justin even called him the dealer's b***h at one point of time. He regretted it afterwards, but only because his girlfriend (who had surprised him by coming to the party) tried stopping him from fighting, caught up in the moment he shoved her...

He had never done anything like that before. It was only a shove, but the fact that he was so blinded by his emotions. Even though he had apologized, he wasn't sure if the words could fully translate how sorry he was. He tried pushing it out of his mind by talking to his friends about their evenings. He even suggested that they get a drink or two, but in the end it didn't change the fact that going home with Hyori was awkward. Awkward only because they typically shared a bed, or at least shared a kiss before parting separate ways. Last night, was different. Though he made sure to voice before they went to bed, "Ri, I'm sorry...more than sorry even--- well, g''night, Ri." And he moved off to the other bedroom, even though he typically preferred to share a bed with her. He thought when he forced himself to be beside her. To put all of those terrible things away by bedtime, then he was able to get better. Sort of. Though when he moved to give her a kiss goodnight, he stopped himself short. He couldn't explain what happened back there during the fight with Chris. He lost control, and for a brief moment he had felt himself substitute Chris for Oliver Archer, so it was he was fighting and not just the lacky.

Back in highschool they were the envy of everyone; he even heard sneers of people wishing they'd break up. Sure she was younger than him, but he didn't think it mattered, and he simply didn't realize that she was having a drug problem. Personally, Justin was against drugs, especially with the effect that they could have on you. He'd rather drink a little than something that he could potentially go to jail over. He didn't see why she'd pick him...out of all people, why someone who most-likely infested with something? It was the very reason why directly after he found out that she had slept with Oliver...that he couldn't bring himself to touch her. Well, he can touch her now, but there was a period of time where he couldn't. Where he couldn't kiss her without thinking that Oliver had kissed those exact same lips. Maybe he was a little crazy? But surely not more than the average person.

His eyes soon snapped open when he felt something jump on his chest, all four paws before pressing its wet nose to the space right between his brows. "Bandit," he groaned before moving the Boston Terrier off of his body, and sat up. He typically didn't like it when his dog would do that...since, well, it wasn't exactly a Chihuahua, but thank god it wasn't a large breed dog. He ran a hand through his hair though glanced over towards the other bed. It was weird not waking up beside her. Which brought him to wonder if she was awake or not. Did she forgive him? Well, chances are she might've forgiven him last night if he took the moment to actually give her a chance. No, last night, it was more so that Justin was afraid of what the next possible step would be. What if he wound up getting mad like that again...and actualy targeting her? Forgiveness...did he ever fully forgive her for cheating on him. He...wasn't sure; but the two incidents didn't exactly compare in his opinion. That was a gut feeling that he couldn't shake that was later confirmed...this was something that happened in the heat of the moment. He just really hated Oliver. He stood up from the bed, a yawn slipped from his lips as he moved out of the bedroom, and glanced over towards the door of the room that he figured she had slept in, but then again there was no telling. 'Don't think like that,' he told himself. After all, he hadn't seen the Oliver in years, who was to say he still blended in with the millions of people who lived in New York City?

He was tempted to poke his head in, just to see if she were awake, though at the same time knew that he most likely needed to get showered, and ready since he did technically have a class. He hated it, and wished there was a way he could've spent some time with her...or even with his friends now that they were all in the same city with each other. He must've over looked his schedule or something. Which is why he went back into the bedroom he had slept in to pick up up his cellphone from the small dresser, just to see if there was anything else logged in that he had forgotten about. Being busy...really sucked, but there was something about all his classes that he knew he just couldn't be absent. He'd be lost and clueless, and he was so close. He was so close to finishing school so that he could at least start working in a hospital, but it'd still take him a number of years to be a full doctor. Then that's when he noticed that he had an unanswered text message from Logan. Logan, he remembered once back in highschool when Tom had jokingly called him and her the mom and dad of their 'group'. Him being the mother and her the father. He would've never guessed that Logan and Tom were dating, for the longest he thought she was gay. When he read it at first his eyes widened considerably, but then furrowed towards the end. And he replied:

If he sleeps with Trinity, I think
he'll catch something worst than AIDS.
Why are you telling me this???
And, I dunno. I thought they would've
stopped after one.
-J.K.

If he weren't thinking about the fact that Yulia and Roirdan had drank so much, or stressed about shoving his girlfriend, then he probably would've found himself having mixed emotions about the fact that Shaant was going to be in a movie. Granted it was a porno, and also with Trinity who at one point of time was rumored to have Herpes, though of course the rumor was dropped; he'd still want to watch it. Justin was the type of fan that if Shaant's name was somewhere in the credits, he'd buy it, and support it. But sex with Trinity? But of course he wasn't thinking about this right now...no, his thoughts were on his friends. Maybe he shouldn't have suggested that they get a drink, or at least meet him at the bar? It's just, Roirdan was technically Justin's drink buddy and last night Justin really needed a drink, but unfortunately only had maybe one before leaving. Of course this was towards the end. Maybe he should've stayed longer after the fight? Maybe it would've got rid of some of that awkwardness? But back to Roir. There was a time where Roirdan had been his best friend who he could pretty much tell anything. He couldn't even fully remember if he had voiced that his girlfriend had cheated on him at all yesterday to the boy. Yesterday was fairly a blur aside from the fact that he put a lot of anger in that punch he issued towards Chris. So he sent a text to his buddy, Roir reading off:

Hey, I hope you slept
better than I did. How
busy are you today?
-J.K.

Well, he might as well get ready to leave he figured. So he moved back over to where he kept his clothes, currently Justin had been dressed in a black t-shirt as well as pladed blue and grey pajama pants. After gathering up a number of items he moved out of the room, just the basics though, and figured he'd bundle up more on his way out. As he walked into the bathroom, he closed the door behind him, and locked it. His clothes were set on the edge of the counter top nearest the sink, and he was just about to set his cellphone on top of them, but stopped and instead he thumbed in a final text. This time it was to Yulia:

Hey. Are you alright?
You drank quite a bit
last night. You know
you can get poisoning
from that sort of thing.
-J.K.


Yeah, hopefully she and Roir didn't hurt themselves. He was tempted to give them a ride to their homes but they had assured him last night that they were fine. So he didn't question them any further. Now he wondered if that was really smart? Well, once he recieves a reply he supposed his conscience would be cleared.
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We built it up, To watch it fall || Like we meant nothing at all
I gave and gave the best of me || But couldn't give you what you need
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QWERTY YESSIREE-BOB PORTER: really wishes that he didn't wear these shoes
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I guess I am. Yep.

Niiice.

Yesterday was...strange. Truly strange indeed, and to think it all started off with Qwerty deciding that he wanted to make something different of himself as he coped more and more with the reality that Mercedes didn't like him and neither did Melody. Well, he figured Melody never liked him. It just seemed like one of those out of reach sort of things that he was foolish to even try in the first place. Which is why he was shocked that he was able to get so far with Mercedes. After all, she was head cheerleader, pretty hot and...everything was just so confusing. Just as there had been times when he was confused about his own sexuality. Was he to the point where he was just desperate? These questions rang through his mind as he stared up towards the ceiling in the dorm he happened to share with another guy (he hadn't heard much from him yet, so he figured he was still sleeping, but was too lazy to check). Ever since he dyed his hair brown from the bright orangey red that it had been before, he supposed that he was able to blend more. Before hand, well, back in highschool, he supposed he wasn't the most attractive guy around. He didn't have the money to go and get his hair professionally dyed, so he dealt with the ones his mother had in attempts of being blonde...but something malfunctioned, leaving him with bits of blonde mixed in with his red strands. It was only now that he stared up at the ceiling that he found himself really...regretting that he ever brought himself to make that decision. It really sucked that his only real friend in highschool wanted to go to a college all the way in California.

Yesterday, Qwerty Porter, who preferred to be called Quarter, had ran into none other than Bradley Anderson at the coffeeshop. Sure the male only called him V-neck, due to the V-neck shirt he had been wearing, but it was different. He was talked to as though he existed, rather than just being ignored and the pain of knowing that people think of you as not existing. No, he talked to him, gave him tiny bits of advice and later he actually saw him at the party where sure he messed up a few times when it came to his rambling problem...but he supposed that was a positive of the evening. He just needed to overlook that Bradley and his friends seemed to humor him more than actually be nice to him, but as long as he didn't look at that detail, he supposed he could smile. He could be...happy. Just as there had been a girl he was very close to actually sleeping with the other day, who he managed to accidentally pick up at the coffeeshop, though when he went back to her place for some reason he found himself very...timid, shy and awkward. Maybe if he overlooked that portion of the day, then he could truly say that yesterday was a good day. Well, if he also ignores the fact that no one would lend him a car. See, right from that girl's house, who was rather butch mind you. She decided to drive him over to the party, thus making it so he never had the chance to change into anything that would make him look cooler. No, he just had that V-neck shirt, and started going by the Alias of Bobby. His middle name is Yessiree-Bob, so he figured he wasn't lying too much. Because he couldn't borrow a car (his own was currently in the shop), he couldn't go home to change his clothes or even get something a bit warmer to wear. In the end, when all of the jocks and their dates went their separate ways, Qwerty was left to walk all the way home in the freezing cold. Yeah, if he ignores that portion of the day, then yesterday was truly a wonderful day.

It was good when you could have at least one good day. Every sense his game design was stolen from him, and he had no way of proving it...he felt as though his life had lost the only bit of meaning it had in it. He loved video games, there were times he tried thinking of life as a game. No matter how difficult the level is, if you follow the rules and do all of your objectives, you can go to the next level. And even if you die, you have a few more lives. His eyes just continued to stare up at the ceiling as a thought soon occurred to him...coming up was the day that he and his old group of friends (his one from his old highschool, as well as his homeschooled friend and another who a transfer student at a different school from China) would get together and play dice related roleplaying games. Slowly they all left, it had been almost a year since the last time they gathered to do that sort of thing...and yet he was always reminded of it. "Eh, dumbass get up." Oh, so his roommate did come back. Qwerty glanced over to see the male standing there, his hair was dripping wet giving away signs that he just came from the showering area. Well, at least he wanted him to get up. Maybe that meant he was concerned about him sleeping in? "My girlfriend's coming over, and you need to pick up your s**t." Right. Well, sure Qwerty did have a number of things around, but it was mainly trash, and practically half of it was his roommates. There were soda cans, chip bags, candy wrappers and pretty much anything that could hold him off when he did his all nighters playing games. Last night, he just couldn't bring himself to sign on.

Once the trash was thrown away, he did happen to sign onto his myspace, facebook and twitter account; each site was set aside in its own tab. Typically he was able to come up with a number of witty things he type. See, it was online that he always knew what to say, but in real life he came up with blanks. But for some reason today, when he saw the screen, he just sort of...stared at it, as though he was hoping deep down inside that the words would simply write themselves. In the end, he wrote:

Posted by coin_operated_quarter86

Instead of the BSOD, my mind is black. My thoughts aren't really loaded; it's almost like my mind keeps going 0% to 1% then back to 0%.

What did he really have to do today? It wasn't like he had classes. He practically wished he had, then he wouldn't have the awkwardness of wandering around looking for something to entertain him. Well, unless he plays games. Then he supposed he'd stay fairly entertained for hours to come. But what do you do when you're not in the mood to play a MMORPG, because it reminds you of yours that was stolen, and your other ones are starting to feel overplayed? Well, perhaps he could play a few rounds of Halo...but still, it was around that time when he figured he just needed to get a new game. So he showered, dressed himself in a black shirt that read on the back: do not tap, may frighten easily and injure oneself while on the front there was a picture of a tiny cartoon mouse with its head tilted to the side. His pants were a pair of definitely faded jeans. Not because he bought them like that, but because they're old. Just as his sneakers were fairly old as well. He kept telling himself that he was going to buy himself a pair of converses, not a knock off brand but actual converses...but he just never got around to it. There was just always something more important that would come up. Like, tickets to the next con, or reserving himself a copy of the latest Final Fantasy or getting warm clothing so he could bundle up and actually camp outside Gamestop as he waited for the release of Assassin's Creed2, and now still had to wait for Dante Inferno as well as Brink. Surely he'd still find something. For breakfast he ate two poptarts and drank a glass of milk. Not exactly the most 'nutritious' thing around, but if he wanted more food he'd head over to the cafeteria. Maybe this was the reason why he was so unnecessarily skinny?

Since he didn't have a car, who he had called Windows, due to the fact that he needed her desperately, but he never knew when she was going to die on him or start acting weird for no reason at all; he decided that he would either have to walk or take a bus. Taking a taxi in New York, would've been too expensive anyways, and the subway actually scared him. So he just took a moment to think a bit more clearly about this. He did technically need to get on the otherside of town, and he still would have to walk to the bus stop and wait out in the cold for the bus to get there, if traffic didn't become a terrible thing. Everything pointed towards the subway, that or walking. In the end he found himself waiting at the bus stop, simply standing beside the bench by the sign that was posted. He hugged himself in a way to keep himself from obviously shivering as he glanced down the street to see if the bus was coming. He should be use to cold by now...after all, he had to walk through it last night, didn't he? It was a good thing he didn't sick. Sure his throat felt a little weird, and his asthma was threatening to act up...but for the most part he felt fine. He just didn't see a bus anywhere in sight and wondered if he had just came by at the wrong time or something. He was tempted to step inside of a store just to warm himself, but figured if he did then what was to stop a bus from just driving right past this stop? No, he had to be patience. "Don't worry Quarter" he told himself, "If Fran can stand being the blistering colds of the parmera rift, then you can handle this--- who knows, maybe after this, I'll go up in XP, and gain a resistance?" His light ramblings helped...a little.

Maybe he could actually call someone to pick him up. Sure he didn't have any quote unquote best-friends. He figured that surely he had at least one normal friend/aquaintance/classmate who would help him out. He slowly took out his cellphone, which he definitely needed to upgrade, since there were a number of parts on it that had faded and rubbed away, especially on the buttons. You still could see the numbers and alphabet, it's just the original coloring was now a lighter gray. Scrolling down his contacts he saw...fast food, random buildings, gamestop, as well as important school related numbers. He saw the phone numbers of his old friends, who he would occassionally send texts to, but knew that they would most likely never come back to New York in hopes of leaving those bad memories behind. Well, are they really bad memories if you leave out all the bad stuff and only think about the good ones? Sure they were all bullied and called terrible things as school, but wasn't it about the joy of hanging out after hours? Didn't they like going to anime, game, space, and various other conventions together? Then that's when he saw Mercedes's number, and bit down on his bottom lip as he debated whether or not he should call her. It had been a long time sense they had technically dated, and felt like even longer when he pulled that mean prank when it came to prom. So he moved past her number and continued to scroll through again until he stopped on Bradley's. It was a strange turn of events how he got the number last night, but he got it nonetheless. There was just the question of knowing if it were real or not? It wouldn't have been the first time he was given a fake number. He had a number of contacts in his phone labeled "ZZZ FAKE" just so he knew which ones not to call. Maybe last night he should've called Bradley's number to make sure it worked?

So he suddenly called, and he listened to the dial tone. Good, it worked. However it suddenly hit him, what if he wound up rambling and saying the wrong things or accidentally say something that he should've kept to himself? So hung up. But then again, what if Bradley was just about to answer and would've been glad to help him out? So he called, but then he hung up again. What if he wound up having an awkward squeak in his voice the moment he voiced hello and Brad wound up thinking that it was a prank? "Maybe I should wait until I'm almost frozen before calling, then I know that by that time the bus really wasn't coming...so that I don't have the chance of calling and the bus suddenly pulls up and then I have the awkwardness of saying, nevermind. But then again, what if I wait until I'm so frozen that I can't speak and then because I sound so pathetic he decides to give me a ride and then by the time he arrives to the bus stop the bus already had picked me up and he hates me forever and i wind up having to come up with an even better new identity? But then again, what if the bus doesn't come? What if the bus broke down and is waiting for someone to pick up all of its passengers and it never comes? Wouldn't I better off calling?" Once more, the light ramblings were helping him not to think about how he cold he was, however the multiple questions were making his head hurt. So in the end, to avoid the awkwardness of answering the phone he decided to send a text to The Football Star:

Hey Brad. Is it ok
if I call u Brad? NE
wayz, Im n a pickle.
not a real one, but u no.
Can u give me a ride?
My car is BBR.

Bobby
<LEVEL UP>


Though that's when it hit him that chances are Bradley was irritated about the multiple phone calls that he had done before. He wouldn't go back and actually count but he figured that it was more than 20. Okay, that was an exaggeration, but he figured he might as well had called the other 20 times. So he sent Bradley another text.

oh & sry 4 the
callN u so much
b4.

Bobby
<LEVEL UP>


However then that's when he realized he had something, it was just a moment after he had sent it. And even though he tried pressing CANCEL when it was sending processes, his phone never wants to listen to him. So he swiftly typed up another text to send once more to Brad:

typo! i meant 2say
sry 4 callN u so
much b4. the* = typo.
but u prob knw tht

Bobby
<LEVEL UP>

After he sent it he looked once more over the messages in his outbox making sure they were all in order. Sure he felt back about sending Bradley so many text messages, but it was necessary. At least he hoped. Now once more he was stuck playing the waiting game. God, he was really cold. So since he was waiting for a reply anyways, he decided he needed to do something to pass time anyways. "I wanna be...the very best...like no one ever was............To catch them...is...my...real test...to train them is my cause...," he started lightly singing the song. Even though it was technically from the dub, Qwerty was the type of person who watched both the Japanese version as well the english. He didn't judge. God he was cold.

ss

You're only a >> LOSER
when the screen reads of >>GAME OVER

[mokiepuppymaster]

You say the STRIP'S already rolling :: And the BEDROOM is the set
I hope you know your LINES :: 'cause one TAKE is all we get
you go hit the LIGHTS:: I'll set up the CAMERA
Let's get to the ACTION!!!

STELLENA [[TRINITY]] RIVERA
Jealousy can make a b***h; But haters make me *Famous*.
This Bunny doesn't mind being Tagged 'SluT'

A grin slipped onto the female's lips as she looked at the boys that she was happening to entertain. Now, didn't she like the party pleaser to have about five guys wanting to talk to her, wanting to buy her drinks and later wanting to walk off with her. Now, of course Trinity was the type of person who had voiced to her friend, her designated driver, Mercedes that she would definitely catch up with her so she could give her a ride home. Personally Trinity had rode with the girl since typically the latino was a very aggressive driver and snow as well as alcohol never mixed too well. Oh, but did she check in with her friend? Nope. Did she answer her phone calls? Nope. Trinity was more interested in living life as if she were dying, as if she only had a few hours left of her own life. She wanted to be as wild as possible. Hey, she couldn't help it that she knew how to work a man. Back in highschool, she found herself using her sex appeal to make things happen. If she had a bad grade, she'd get the teacher to give her some extra credit. In the end he was the one risking his career, not her. She was a bad girl, and she knew it. She was the type of girl who liked to take boyfriends, she liked testing them and proving that love was something that definitely didn't exist.

If they loved their girlfriends, then they wouldn't cheat. So was she truly in the wrong? She was saving Melody from her relationship, now wasn't she? And if the boyfriend did cheat, then if the girlfriend truly loved him, she'd try to make things work and hope they could get past it. It was a test for both of them. Stellena was the girl who brought couples to realize a few things about themselves, and happened to dabble a little in the arts of blackmail. Stellena was what she was called back in highschool, but then after Melody started that rumor and dropped her status, she found herself turning to drugs and became even more addicted to sex and thought it was the only thing she was good for. She even moved away for a bit, and tried to put her life behind her and do something else. She wanted to work in a casino, and therefore she did. She even worked in one of them as a "Bunny". Everyone loved Trin, guys wanted her to kiss their dice to give them 'luck'. Why did she go back to New York? She didn't know...she missed Mercedes, that was one of the reasons. Plus, she liked the fashion that new york had to offer her. She was growing bored of Vegas. Okay, truth be told she had got so wasted that she accidentally got married and decided to just run away and hope to never see that man. She never legally changed her name, so she figured it was as if it never happened.

And you already know the shiz about her almost dying from overdose, and then confessing on her death bed to Melody and then the awkwardness of recovering, and then the rehab? Well, yeah. You'd think she'd learn not to deal with drugs, but she just couldn't help herself. Drugs, Alcohol, Sex and Violence all went hand in hand. It was just fascinating that she started her day with the aftermath of a huge group 'session' and then she ended her day with yet another one with totally different people. People she wouldn't remember name wise even if you asked her. Guys who were most likely married, had girlfriends or were just as commitment-feared as she was.

Oh and you can't forget that florist, Patricia who Trin only called Flower during the evening. Hey, she missed the girl's name, and most likely only approached the female after she had introduced herself to someone else. Flower, Flower, Flower~ it was fun tainting her. Now how Trinity was able to get the girl to follow her off to the stairwell, was by the help of good ol' alcohol. Trinity wasn't all that drunk, but drunk enough to not care that the other was a girl. Okay, so she didn't have to really be all that drunk to consider a girl, it wasn't like she was like some people who automatically hated their same sex and felt it was a constant war and struggle over who was the prettiest, or who had the hottest guys; after all, Trinity believed that she was the hottest person around and it was the hottest guys who wished that they were with her. She had went as far as to strip the female down in the stairwell, taking out her desire for lust onto her until she was able to find a guy later. It was unfortunate that she hadn't found Shaant again, since he did seem to give an invitation after their practice session earlier. Yeah...yesterday for Trinity was very sexy. Maybe she should've checked in with Mercedes? The thought really dawned her as the excrutiating headache struck her mind as she pulled herself up from the bed of bodies. Her hair was messy and her body was coated with things that weren't only sweat. A shower was definitely needed. She climbed out of the bed, and managed to find her clothing scattered around. It was like a scavenger hunt. She heard the sound of a shower going in the bathroom, but figured it was just someone who had managed to wake up before her.

Other than the fact that Trinity was far from a morning-person, she found herself feeling extremely irritated that she didn't have her car. "And who's brilliant idea was that," she grumbled to herself, resisting the urge to curse up a storm. After she was dressed once more in the dress she had the night before, she picked up her cellphone and searched through her text messages. It felt as though her inbox was constantly spammed up. Why on earth did she keep giving people her number? Just as she had technically given hers to 'Flower' as well. Now, that was the drunk side of her. Well, she needed a ride back to her place, and unless she was going to actually call up Mercedes, she figured she was better off getting a cab. So she grabbed up her coat, (after doing a scavenger hunt through the wallets of the guys who had been passed out in the room), and she moved out of the room, and started heading towards the elevator. She drew up her phone and called the number of the taxi that she had saved her in phone for purposes like these. Why again didn't she take a taxi last night? Well, everyone knows that it's Trinity's first instinct to drive if she's not going off with some boy. When she got the okay that a taxi would come over to the hotel, she slipped the phone away, her irritation didn't want to leave her. When she caught sight of Kaiser walking down the hall towards the elevator, she found herself raising a brow. Kaiser annoyed her, just because he was either asking about Melody or he was asking if the two of them could do stuff together. See, when people openly pursued Trinity, she felt it was her duty to play 'hard to get', though she wasn't playing. It just took the fun out of it. She didn't greet him, instead she just stepped into the elevator, her long coat was pretty much covering her dress and the fact that she still needed to shower.

Though she looked down at her phone and sent a text to Melody, Cristal and Mercedes, after all they were technically supposed to be her 'girls', even though she found herself doubting that there was such a thing as true friends anyways. After all, you could be friends one moment and the next be enemies. Right?

That was some party last
night wasn't it, chicas.
Hope you had as much
fun as me.

Stay beautiful, bitches
xxx Trin xxx

Then next she sent a text to Shaant:


Aw, no show? Busy
last night? You know
you won't find anyone
better than me that's not
a dollar-bill professional.


She didn't tag her name at the bottom, since she figured when it came to her and Shaant, names were unnecessary. She didn't even fully need him last night, after all, they work together. They'll have plenty of time to do stuff together...she just liked it. To the point where she found herself trying to compare him and Brad together. Unfortunately she hadn't messed with Brad since highschool, so her memory was definitely fuzzy on his part. Maybe deep down inside she wondered if she was allowed to, or if the football player was still off limits. He shouldn't be, it wasn't like Melody still liked him anyways. Last time Trin checked she had turned lezzie for that little girl. Yeah, Trin considered Alexia "a little girl" due to how young she was in comparison to her and her friends. It was an interesting turn of events, that was for sure, but as long as she was concerned, he should be fair game. Plus, Brad wasn't just a highschooler anymore. So she scrolled down her contacts and located Brad's number, and opened a message.

Hey Brad~. You know
who this is. Maybe we
should talk sometime?
-STR-


STR: Stellena Trinity Rivera. Back in highschool when she'd text to him, she'd just leave it -S-. This way she figured it'd bring back the rush of old times, but also the fact that she's not Stellena but Trin. However that's when she suddenly noticed the shadow looming over her. Annoyance brought her eyes to dart over, though furrowed her brows when Kaiser suddenly voiced, "You know, you are vaisting your time mit (with) Bradley. You vill be less zhan satisfied." "Oh really now?" Trin questioned as she rose a brow towards him. "And why is that? Enlighten me." Oh moments like these she wished looked more presentable but the German just happened to catch her at a bad time.

We goin' REWIND :: Go one MORE time
Play back our LOVE :: On the WIDE screen
Baby don't STOP until I say cut :: Camera's off, CAMERA's out
KEEP it rollin' :: No body DOUBLE needed
'cause I do all the STUNTS on my own

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