World's Strictest Parents(Filled)

[the shadowed r o s e]

[the shadowed r o s e]

Name: Erik Reed Roberts
Age: 16
Gender: Male
Offenses: Rude to parents, Sneaking out to party, drinking under the age, smoking
Personality: Reed is a party boy, always hitting on the other guys and getting a** every night. His single mother is sick and tired of her son sneaking out and drinking almost to an excess. She wants a change, and fast.



Name: Patrick Jameson Anberlin -- he mostly goes by either Trick or PJ.
Age: Eighteen.
Gender: Male
Offenses: He is a slut , basically. He is so addicted to the mind blowing high that he gets while having sex that it`s not even funny. He loves it all. The rough handling , the foul words said by his partner -- or partners , if he`s really in the mood -- and the white heaven at the end of it. Of course , he doesn`t do it just for the pleasure , he does it for the money. The money that fuels his other nasty habit. Drugs. He takes Ecstasy on a regular basis , always coming home riding on the high and just reeking of sex. Not to mention that he was rude and as nasty as possible to his parents.
Personality: Patrick has to sides to his personality. One side is the most seen by everyone , mainly because everyone created it. He is honest to a fault , telling people exactly what he thinks without sparing any feelings , sarcastic and sharp - tongued , as well as business like. He`s not going to sell his body for money and hang around for a while after. That is just not his style. However , the other side of him , is what he tends to hide underneath everything else and only those super close to the male will see this side. He smiles a lot and generally has a good time with whoever he is with , likes to cuddle and be doted on a lot as well as drowned in kisses and affection. Either way , he hardly speaks about his childhood or parents and always says that some things should try kept in the closet.




Name: Dominic Charles Samuels
Age: 18
Gender: Male
Offenses: Smoking, a few drugs and a lot of sneaking out.
Personality: Dominic grew up very quiet and he's an artist. However. As he grew up his mother and father ignored him more, paying more attention to his sporty younger brother and he joined a band and sneaked out every night, getting ruder and sneaking out to get a** and smoking more as he grew older. Now his parents are fed up and sent him away. They want him to be like his younger brother. Yeah right.




Name: dennis greyes
Age: seventeen
Gender: rowdyruff boy
Offenses: sarcastic to parents, sneaks out, disobeys parents, some drugs, drinks even thought underaged, screwing boys even though he's under eighteen
Personality: dennis is quite the badass, always flipping somebody off or getting into club fights, but he's not that big on playing. he's shagged some boy or had been seduced in a bathroom a few times, but only when he's horribly drunk, he thinks that he can't really flirt anybody up that well.



Name: Tavern Ark MacDonald
Age: 18
Gender: Male
Offenses: Generally rude/snarly/sarcastic, blatantly ignores parents (and others), smoking, wild mood swings/Bad Temper. Moderate Mischief (Hides things, lays trap for those he doesn't like)
Personality: Born a naturally gifted musician, Tavern has had piano lessons since the age of six years old, hence the reason why he hates to be distracted from his playing. This can usually send him off his rocker and he tends to more than just a wee-bit angry. This anger usually brings out the fowl-mouthed little-brat that he really. He often enjoys looking on the darker side of things and has often been described as a goth in skinny jeans. Dude, they're straight legged!




Name: Matthew Oliver Andrews
Age: Eighteen and a half
Gender: Male
Offenses: Matty loves the rave scene, the bright lights, loud pumping music, the friendly people, and of course the drugs. Staying out all hours of the night, dancing and rolling on E, rarely coming home, this is the life Matty has chosen for himself. Matt hates rules and people telling him what to do, he believes its his life and he can do with it as he pleases. Matty has been in and out of Foster homes since he was young and he's ran away countless times. He was in Juvie for about a year when he was fourteen, but he quickly returned to his old ways after getting out. Matt's not a bad person, just a little mixed up inside.
Personality: Matt grew up without a father figure in his life, being raised by his alcoholic mom and much older druggie sister, he grew up a pretty messed up little kid. Despite his up bringing, Matt has always been one of the most friendly, outgoing, sweet people to walk this earth. He has this warmth about him that naturally draws people to him, no wonder hes such a great drug dealer. At times, however, Matty can be bit of an a** and his mouth has gotten him in to quite some trouble in the past. Lucky for this boy, he mostly keeps to himself; always hiding away using his dj headphones to drown out the world, or hiding behind his dj equipment. If he's not dealing or doing drugs, he's behind the tables mixing it up.




Name: Jonathan "Seth" De'Morte
Age: s e v e n t e e n
P r i n c e Charming
Offenses: Addicted to the party scene and heavy bass pumping dance floors, it was no surprise that he picked up a few 'bad habits' along the way. If that's what you call sneaking out and coming home drunk beyond recognition or smelling like illegal substances. 'Seth' has pulled the last straw amongst his Aunt's household and after she found him cuddled up with an older man in the living room, it was off for a change. Fearing that the rebellion would only get worse, she filled out an application for WSP and off he goes, for better of for the worse.
Personality: Seth is the type of boy who's friends with anyone and everyone, though probably one of the painfully shy boys you'll ever meet as well. He tends to hide how he feels behind the lense of his favorite camera, leaving emotion for art work. It's a rare occurance when he actually seeks out someone to talk to, being one to live by the 'speak only when spoken to' rule by nature. Though, once he warms up to you a bit, he's the ear to vent to and the shoulder to cry on. When he's not out on the dancefloor or twirling glo-sticks to the latest techno throw down of course.




Name: Jessy Zachery Jagger
Age: Seventeen
Gender: Male
Offenses: Rude and extremely sarcastic to parents, as well as friends and other family members. Sneaking out, smoking, clubbing and drinking.
Personality: Jess was born and raised in a small, very rural area. He wasn't given much as a child, and wasn't raised with much parental guidance. His mother was a whore, and died when he turned fourteen, and his father is an alcoholic. As soon as his mother passed away, his father began to drink even more, and hit Jess. He's extremely bi-polar and is known for his sudden temper. He can be extremely nice, or aggressive to people, but always seems to make up for his mistakes to his friends. He hates following rules, and avoids parents and adults as much as possible. Soon, the father went sober and realized how bad his son was being. It was at that point that he decided that he needed to change.

[the shadowed r o s e]

Story: CMT has chosen 8-10 unruly teen boys, to go live with the hatcher family for the entire summer. The point of this? To instill some displine into these party boys lives. All are in the age range of 16-18 and haven't experienced hard labor like this. They are in for a big surprise when they are thrust into the world of the Hatcher family, the hardworking, dusk till dark dairy farmers. Guess we're going to see what is in store for these poor folks...

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And that's it
Wait, no godmodding or powermodding...

[the shadowed r o s e]

OOC

Profiles

[the shadowed r o s e]

[the shadowed r o s e]

[Erik]
Maybe being

[Reed]
Different

[Roberts]
Isn't such a bad thing after all....

The Video Cameras had been rolling and Erik was well aware of this. He was dressed in tight clothing, a band t-shirt, skinnies, his hats which he loved, and his beer bottle in one hand. He was running down the street with some friends in a drunken stupor, giggling like giddy little idiots as they stumbled and fell all over themselves. They were so stupid, or at least that's what his parents thought anyway. He didn't care really. It was all fun and games to him, smoking, drinking, sneaking out. It was just another way for him to have fun. And If his parents wanted to prevent it... that made them wankers, simple as that. he could be seen rolling his eyes as he showed the camera crew how he stuffed his bed with pillows and fluffed it all up a bit to make it look like he was still there. And he spoke about how his parents fell for it everytime... well there was that one time where he came home with someone from the senior class and his parents found them getting down to it in the bathroom but that's beside the point.

Another clip, or thought to Erik. His mom crying about how he was destroying their lives. He had no father, the father that he had, did that for them. Stupid jackass he'd said at the time. But he'd been smoking and drinking so the slurred and distorted words had kind of lost their effect at the time. But they got the point. His father was to blame for this messed up existence of his. He did absolutely nothing at home. Him mom asked him to pick up? He didn't do it, he just resumed doing his hair and getting ready for the fun times to come. His mom asked him to be nicer and she got ignored. He just went back to asking her for more and more expensive clothes. He could by a lot of stuff if he sold his pants alone, even feed africa if he wanted to... maybe. But that wasn't his intention at all, he loved his clothes he loved his hair dye, and he loved his lifestyle. No one could change that about him, and that was that.

He walked out of the plane, and through the packed terminal with a long and aggravated sigh, looking around. "Where are the other guys I'm supposed to be arriving with?" He asked with a grumpy sigh, moving out of the terminal and into the outside where he spotted a large white van with the words, World's Strictest Parents on the side. Great fun and gaudy, wonderful. He made it over there and tossed his heavy suitcase to the driver before leaning his back against the side of the van. He rested his shades over his eyes and looked around wondering where everyone was again. Once everyone made it they could go, and he just wanted to get this experience started. The sooner it started the sooner it would be over....

[P i g g y bank L I E S]

~Jess~

Irritated

Jess stepped off the plane, his ears popping. He brushed a lock of his dark brown hair behind his ear. As Jess approached the baggage pickup area, he swore under his breath. His mother had only allowed him to take minimum baggage, and he was forced to leave his favorite pair of converse at his house. He glanced down at his bright green converse and sighed, wishing he had his yellow ones. Jess admired the tile floor, colored a nice, light blue color. Jess then moved his eyesight up to the walls, colored with a matching blue color. He stared up at the ceiling, filled with millions on millions of glass see through tiles.

Jess sighed as he picked up his dull yellow suitcase. He set it down, plopping down and sitting Indian style beside it. He unzipped the suitcase, checking to make sure all of his items were there. Only a bit satisfied, he picked his stuff up, mumbling under his breath as he did so.

Jess glanced inside a small, mini shop, seeing a mirror. He walked inside it, trying to put as much time in between him and his new family. He glanced at the mirror, fixing his eye a bit, and looking at his band shirt, then his green skinnies, with his green converse. He pulled eyeliner from his pocket, applying it to his eyes. Finally, a bit more satisfied, he exited the store and then exited the airport entirely.

He looked about, for anyone who resembled who he thought that he might be looking for. He spotted a white van, labled "World's Strictest Parents". He figured that was where he was supposed to go, so he began to head to it. The bright sun glared into his eyes, and he pulled out his sunglasses, putting them on his face. When Jess arrived at the van, he opened the door, not bothering to knock, and threw his suitcase at the driver. Jess then opened the sliding door and nodded a slight hello the the boy he saw, taking a seat beside him.

[buy the moon]

┊Dominic┊XXXXX┊Charles┊XXXXX┊Samuel┊

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❝Is this a chain reaction? Let’s not fight it…❞

❉❉love.. Dominic stared out the airplane window as he thought of where he was going. The young artist was apparently a "problem child" so now he was on a plane being sent off to some weird family. Apparently he was going to be stuck there with other unruly teens so at least he might get some action while he was there. But it wasn't like he had done something really bad. They had just caught him with some other guy from his band in his bedroom with a couple of cigarettes. It was THAT bad. He was eighteen anyway. He was pretty much an adult. What did it matter that he was gay and a rocker and like smoking and having a few drinks? His parents alway hated him. For not being what they considered "normal". They thought playing sport and getting in some chick's pants was normal. That was why they put his brother up on a freaking pedestal. When they were yelling at him there "normal" son was always behind them smirking at his older brother. Like he was superior or something. And he wasn't! Just because he looked like he was on steroids and he was the sixteen year old football star. What a tired idea! While his older brother was in a screamo band, wore dark make-up, did his hair in an awesome way, dyed the light brown locks that his brother had buzz-cutted to a jet black and covered his body with piercings and tattoos. Dominic liked the way he was. He screwed his idiot family and any other idiot adult that looked down on him. He didn't give a damn about what they thought.

❉❉love... The younger man gave a death glare to the girl who was whispering behind her hand to her friend and taking glances at him. He growled from the back of his thought and looked back at the sketch pad in his lap. Dominic was an artist. He played guitar, sung and screamed and sketched. He liked things like that. The only sport he had ever touched was fencing. And he still fenced. He hadn't taken up his saber in a while but he liked the sport. It was different. Classic. He loved that fact that he could don his gear and move like lightning. His fencing jacket wasn't white though. Black. With gray and silver on it. He hated the gaudy white jackets most wore. The only time he would wear one was if he got to someplace where it was regulation. But he didn't fence that much anymore. He was much more about his music and art now. Well, that and being snarky to adults and getting some guys to sleep with. Dominic looked up again and slipped his large headphone around his neck as they landed. Billy Talent's "Surrender" was blaring from the large black headphone around his neck as he stood and put his sketchbook in the small bag he had brought on the flight. He shrugged into his gray parka and stuck the bag in his pocket to part of it stuck out as he stood to his full height of six feet in his black high tops and started to walk off the plane. He ignored the pushers and shovers as he got off the plane and went to get his luggage.

❉❉love... After Dominic grabbed his checkers cloth guitar case, duffel bag with his clothes in it and his fencing equipment bag he went through the security and ended up outside. His fingers had large silver rings and tattoos on them that showed out against his pale skin as he grasped the duffel bag. His fencing bag was over his shoulder and his guitar was strapped to his back. His blue-gray eyes found a gaudy white van with words on the side and he frowned disgustedly. "Oh my dear god. This'll suck." He said as he sauntered over and threw his bag and fencing kit at the driver, choosing to keep his guitar on his back. He looked over at the young man leaning against the van and judged him to be around sixteen/seventeen. "Hey there. What'd you do to deserve this?" He asked as he put down his hood and shook his hair out of his face to stick his pale features to the sun, making the studs and rings adorning his face glisten in the sun. He looked to the other teenager inside and nodded to him also. He paused his music so it wasn't blasting out of his large headphones and looked around. The heat didn't phase him so he made no move to shrug out of the parka he wore.

OOC|| There we go. Sucky first post. Sorry it took so long.

[Plasticine Heart]

☢ Mαtthew ☣ Oliver ☣ Andrews ☢

My heart was racing, my mind was screaming;;
You've got your whole life to do these things.roar.rawr

World's Strickest Parents, more like World's Lamest Excuse for a show. Matthew let out a heavy sigh as he stared out the window of the plane, below him stretched out like a blanket were nothing but what seemed like endless fields. Fields, fields, fields, crops, animals, a farm or two, and more fields. He hadn't even been in Tennessee for more than five seconds and already he was bored with it. Rolling his eyes, he turned his attention to the front of the plane, just in time to be informed that he was nearing his destination. 'Please stay seated as the plane is landing, and thank you for flying with our airline'. Matthew didn't bother to listen to the rest of what had to be said, instead, he slipped on his huge DJ headphones and began listening to his much loved, Happy Hardcore music.

Matthew was overjoyed when the plane finally came to a stop and everyone began exiting the plane in an orderly fashion. He hung back, waiting for everyone else before grabbing his things from the above compartment and heading out the hatch and down the long hall. Never one for flying, or silly things like rules, Matt was utterly and completely unhappy with the decision his mother had made. "I think it would be in your best interest" was how she started the life ending sentence. In your best interest, who's interests was she looking out for anyways? Obviously not Matty's, because there was no way in hell he was interested in farming or Tennessee.

Stepping out into the little less than crowded airport, a small smirk danced at the corners of Matthew's lips. Oh how he loved the looks, stares, and glances he got from people. That confused expression like 'What the hell is someone like that doing somewhere like here?' Yeah, it was priceless. He wasn't sure what was throwing them off more, his style of dress, his hair, or his numerous facial piercings. Either way, he enjoyed the attention. Back home in California, it was hard to get noticed like this, after all, everyone looked weird there. Walking over to the luggage area, Matty waited for his things for a moment. He wasn't exactly sure what he was supposed to do from here, or even where to go, but wondering never seemed to hurt him before.

With bags in hand, Matt made his way through the airport, eating up every once of attention he could from people. Waving as he walked by a small group of elderly people, flashing huge grins to little kids, and nodding to someone every now and again. Eventually though, Matt had reached the outside, which was much more breathe taking at ground level. Turning his eyes to a white van now, Matthew shook his head as he read the words printed on the side; Worlds Strickest Parents. Great, first stop an airport next a rapist van. With a shrug Matthew made his way over to the van, noticing two boys leaning against it he half smiled to himself. At least he wasn't the only one that had to be stuck in this hell hole, and at least if he was going to be stuck here, it was with a bunch of cute guys. Reaching the van, he handed his bags to the driver before nodding a thanks. Matt wasn't about to sit inside of it nor stand against it like the other boys, instead, he walked over to the back and took a seat on the rear bumper. Had he not been listening to his headphones, he might have felt the urge to socialize.




He's a party boy with a bad habit, a bad habit for drugs!

[wambo-wambo]

» » » 】ʝσηα†ħαи "sә†ħ" || đә'ɱσя†ɘ 【 « « «
Capturing Memories is my job, Forgetting them is my forte. But I do my best to fade into the Background.

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Call it an addiction, a habit, or a problem, but whatever you or anyone deemed it, all Jonathan had to lable it was his life. Some people want to grow up to be buisness executives or famous chefs, not this raven haired boy. Not in the least. His mind was far beneath the clouds of the future, resting solely on the thrum of a deep bass thrum and the flashing lights of the raves and dance floors. What was so wrong with that? Perhaps it was the strange men he'd tote along home afterwards, the cigarettes, the 'illegal substances' as they called them. All part of life, his life. He wasn't about to change that. Of course, as fate would have it, it wasn't up to him. Instead of spending the day behind his camera or in the heated pit of a glowstick swarm, he'd be flying out to be labled a 'trouble maker' on one of CMT's more well known t.v shows. Oh joy.

Bitting his lower lip, Jonathan or rather 'Seth' as most people called him today, moved to retrieve the small baby blue rolling suitcase from baggage retrival. This was most certainly not his idea of a vacation. He wasn't a 'bad kid' necesarily. His Aunt's family just...didn't seem to understand his lifestyle. Yes. That was it. Taking his time, he unzipped one of the side pockets, retriving a small near empty carton of cigarettes. He almost would bet his life on the assumption they'd be forbidden to smoke at this new 'home'. After a bit of folding and adjusting of his shirt, he managed to slide the carton between his hip and waist band of his dark skinny jeans. Grateful he'd worn slightly loose pants today, Seth made sure there was hardly a visible crease. He wasn't a happy camper when it came to cigarette withdrawl. Not in the slightest. World's Strictest Parents.... honestly. This was just a desperate exscuse for a new t.v show to pry into the lives and upset the balance of party going teenagers. That's how he saw it.

Slipping his old polaroid camera out from the the suitcase as well, Seth closed up the pockets and looked up at the airport. Who exactly was he looking for? It wasn't like there would be a giant light up sign labled 'Seth' for him. Though the white van with 'World's Strictest Parents' blarrnig back at him was probably a sign in it's self. For a moment Seth was glad for the large near-bug-eye sunglasses that covered his eyes, at least the others wouldn't be able to tell how nervous he was. In general, Seth wasn't much of a people person. Speak when spoken to, and fade into the background. That's how he planned to survive this thing. Simply slide under the radar and wheedle out from drawing attention to himself. Seth nodded slightly to himself as he made his way to the white van where he saw a few other boys making their way inside. He'd never really seen the show too many times, but from what he'd gathered, this was the first time they'd decided to use all boys. There was something good about this trip after all. The raven haired boy passed his suitcase to one of the men outside the van before looking around to reveal four other boys roughly his age. "Oh! Hey there. Having fun?" He asked sarcastically, hunching over as he leaned against the side of the van.

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Be My Ba d Boy, Be My Man.Be My Weekend Lover But Don't Be My Friend

Be My Ba d Boy, But Understand that I don't need You in My Life Again.

[P i g g y bank L I E S]

~Jess~

Flirtatiously Bitchy

Jess leaned his form against the van, his shirt pressing against his skin tightly. He blew a kiss playfully at the new boy that had arrived, watching as he retreated to the back of the van. Jess scratched the back of his neck gently, sighing and closing his eyes. He took out a pair of earphones from his pocket, also taking out a slender ipod. Jess untangled the wires, getting in a more, and more pissy mood as the day went on. He stuck the individual earphones into his ears and pressing the play button. He chuckled softly as the loud music flooded through his head.

Jess smiled, seeing a boy about his age head over to the van. He cursed loudly as he saw the boy's cigarette package sticking from his pants. The boy had tried to hide them, but walking from the airport had caused them to show through, making him fail ultimately. Jess stood from the van, staring up at the guy. "Oh yes. Much fun is being had." Sarcasm dripped from his words as he spoke, reaching and grabbing the nearly empy pack of cigarettes that stuck from his pants. He pulled one from it, and stuck it in his mouth. Jess reached into his pocket, pulling out a lighter and lighting it. Jess breathed in deeply, inhaling the sweet cancer stick. He took it from his mouth, breathing out the smoke and offering the stick to the male. With his other hand, Jess stuck the package of smokes inbetween the boy's skin and his waistband of his pants. He glanced at them from afar, then moved his shirt a bit, making them virtually unseeable.

[wambo-wambo]

» » » 】ʝσηα†ħαи "sә†ħ" || đә'ɱσя†ɘ 【 « « «
Capturing Memories is my job, Forgetting them is my forte. But I do my best to fade into the Background.

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Seth adjusted the strap of his polaroid around his neck, hoping he wouldn't bump the lense as he leaned back against the van. Photography had always been one of his fortes, and old cameras just frankly were more fun to work with. The shorter boy looked up, hearing a response to his more or less sarcastic question. "Thanks?" He said, raising an eyebrow as the carton of cigs went from his waist band to the other boy to return back against his skin. With a free hand, Seth accepted the offered stick, taking a deep inhale before passing it back to the other boy. "Figured they'd probably take them away at the house." He said letting out the smoke with a shrug.
[[OOC: Sorry! Super Short! Heading offline soon!]]



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Be My Ba d Boy, Be My Man.Be My Weekend Lover But Don't Be My Friend

Be My Ba d Boy, But Understand that I don't need You in My Life Again.

[Plasticine Heart]

☢ Mαtthew ☣ Oliver ☣ Andrews ☢

My heart was racing, my mind was screaming;;
You've got your whole life to do these things.roar.rawr

Matthew let out a yawn as he pushed himself off the van, sitting still in one spot for long wasn't the most fun idea, unless of course, Matthew was high. In which case he wouldn't mind just lazying about. Sadly, he was sober however, so he needed to do something to occupy himself. Walking around to the side of the van, he noticed a new boy had joined their little group, which caused him to smile. Pushing the headphones off his ears, loud music screamed from the headphones as he placed them around his slender neck. He didn't care if his music was ridiculously loud or that everyone could hear it, at the current moment, all Matty could see was that sweet little stick of happiness between the fingers of the one boy.

Not really one for manners, Matthew sauntered over and carefully plucked the little death stick from the boy that had just been given back to him from another boy, the new face in the crowd as Matty would refer to him for now. Bringing the object of desire up to his lips, Matty inhaled deeply before exhaling once, smiling for a brief moment before he realized what he had done. "Ah damn, sorry 'bout that, old habits die hard ya know?" he said with a laugh as he flashed the other boy one of his signature crooked grins. Ruffling his bangs he glanced from the one boy to the other before reaching into his pocket for his ipod. Turning the volume down, he turned his attention back to the boys once more. "I'm Matty by the way" he said as he returned his beloved Ipod to his pocket, not minding that his music was still loud, just not as deafening now.




He's a party boy with a bad habit, a bad habit for drugs!

[P i g g y bank L I E S]

~Jess~

Noticed?

Jess smiled at the boy that gave the cancer stick back to him. He brushed a bit of hair from his face, then gasped a bit as another boy came and stole his cigarette from him. He noticed the boy's articles of clothing, and his many piercings. Jess loved piercings on a cute guy, which this boy obviously was. 'As long as I stay under the radar, with all these cute guys, this might be worth my time..' Jess smiled at the boy who took his cigarette, taking it back when he was offered it back.

"Well, hello there, Matty." Jess placed the stick in his mouth again, extending his right hand in a mocking kind of way. Not only did he want to be seen as one that likes to make fun of adults, but he wanted to touch the boy. He was cute, and he couldn't help but want to. "I would be Jessie." Jess smiled, his teeth still white, having not been effected by the smoking yet. He had just started smoking a few weeks ago, and had become addicted to it quickly. "But.. Call me Jess." He added quickly. He didn't want to be called some sissy name.

((Ugh. I can't write at all lately D: ))

[Plasticine Heart]

☢ Mαtthew ☣ Oliver ☣ Andrews ☢

My heart was racing, my mind was screaming;;
You've got your whole life to do these things.roar.rawr

Matthew was pretty glad that the kid, who he had so rudely taken the cigarette from, wasn't angry with him. When he said his name, Matt couldn't help but smile. Matty, ah he loved that name dearly. Too bad his parents only called him Matthew and his friends back home had other nicknames for him. Glancing down to the offered hand, Matty snickered, such a grown up move. Reaching over, Matt slapped Jessie's hand much like kids back home did. "Jessie" Matthew malled it over for a moment before the boy spoke again. "Jess" he muttered to himself as he glanced down, twirling his lip ring for a moment before looking back up.

"Jess it is then" he said smiling brightly to the boy before eying the cigarette once more, "Man, I knew I should have just brought my pack with me, you don't mind sharing with me right love?" he asked innocently enough, hoping the kid wouldn't mind sharing his smokes. After all, Matt might go crazy without some kind of substance in him. Luckily, he was able to bring some of his ecstacy with him, sneaking it in with his attention deficit hyperactive meds.




He's a party boy with a bad habit, a bad habit for drugs!