World's Strictest Parents(Filled)

[buy the moon]

┊Dominic┊XXXXX┊Charles┊XXXXX┊Samuel┊

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

❉❉love.. Dominic looked up to see more males arrive and a smile played behind his pierced lips. He was suddenly happy they had decided to have only males on this show. It would make it fun for him. He was a guy person. He was quite a fan of getting into guy's pants. The fairly dark boy glanced around as another boy came up and gave him a nod. He noticed the headphone and wondered what he was listening to. He apparently didn't fee like socializing but Dominic didn't mind. He wasn't one for a lot of words. Unless of course, they were song lyrics. He was slightly surprised as a chuckle escaped his lips as he was blown a kiss. Apparently this boy like being flirty. He raised both eyebrows to him and gave him a crooked raise of his lip. All he needed was facial expressions to make a guy swoon usually. He closed his eyes and turned his pale face to the sun again before he opened one eye to peek at the other boy who walked up. God all these guys were hot. Dominic wouldn't mind getting in the backseat of that van with them. He looked up and down the other male who came up and spoke in a sarcastic tone and chuckled. "Buckets. What could possibly be for fun than this?" He said, his voice dripping with sarcasm at every syllable uttered with his oddly compelling voice. He looked at the camera on the other boy's chest and lifted it from his chest with a couple of fingers, letting some slack go on the strap that held it to his neck. "Photography? Very nice. Artistic. I tried my hand at it once upon a time. Wasn't very good. I stick with sketching. But you must be good. Aren't you." He said, letting the large camera rest against the other boys chest gently as he took his long pale fingers off of it and looked at the other male with an almost seductive gaze.

❉❉love... Dominic watched slowly as the other boy took the pack of cancer sticks out of Seth's pants and took one to light it up. He pretty much jumped at it. He loved cigarettes. They were one of the things he thrived on. He watched the cancer stick get passes between a few of the males before he couldn't take it and reached behind his silver belt buckle to pull out a new box of his favorite cigarettes. Their new black packaging almost gleamed in the sun. He cracked it open and pulled one out before sticking the box back between in skin and the waist of his pants. He reached over and stuck his hand in Jess's pocket to pull out his lighter and lit up, breathing the smoke out with his eyes closed and his face to the sun. He opened his eyes and stuck his hand inside Jessie's pants pocket this time to put the lighter back. "Thanks." He said with a slight smile and a wink before putting his pale hand in his own parka's pocket. Many people would ask why he didn't mind the heat. He was just a fan of the cold and his body never really minded temperatures. He listened as introductions were made and blew out smoke again before looking to the other two boys with a slightly rare smile. "Nice to meet you Matty, Jess. I'm Dominic Charles. Call me Dominic." He said smoothly, his voice sounding liken it had been made for music as he took another suck of the cancer stick between his fingers. The cigarettes had given his voice a slight husky under-tone. Well. That and the screamo he did with his band. It made his smooth voice that much more compelling. And he thrived on that. He loved getting guy's attention and flirting smoothly. He was happy his teeth hadn't taken the effect of the cigarettes though. They were still gleaming white from the care he took with them.

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

I tried to suffocate
myself in the cupboard last night,

but I came out
When I heard
The theme tune to Lost.

I simply can’t afford to miss
an episode of that show.

~Jess~

Flirted With?

Jess took in Matty's appearence and new that this summer would be a pain the a** for the both of them. "I forgot my cig's too, but here, you're welcome to have the rest, hun." Jess extended his hand, his bracelets jingling in an untimely matter. The cigarette was held in his hand, waiting to be taken up by his new owner.

Jess then turned to look at the boy beside him. He loved to be flirted with, and this guy could do that for him. He smiled softly, "Hello, Dominic. I'm happy to be able to experience such a time with you." Jess pushed a dark brown lock of hair from his face, wondering when the trouble would begin, and they'd have to pile up in the van, to head to a farm out in the middle of nowhere. Though, the idea of being in a van with this lot of gorgeous guys appealed to him, in one way or another.

Jess took a step infront of Dominic, his hand moving slowly, low, reaching into this boy's pants. He snatched up the cigarettes and examined the container. The shiny black surface reflected his lip rings and he snarled into the mirror like object. He took a cig from the container and replaced it in the boy's pants, slower than the first time. Jess glanced up at the boy, smiling and kissing his nose playfully. He could tell this was going to be slightly fun, should he stay under the radar. Jess grabbed his lighter and lit up again, inhaling and exhaling.

[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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The raven haired boy looked up, hearing a new voice pertrude into their conversation. Seth glanced over the new boy who more or less plucked the cigarette from the other boy's hand. Well...that was one way to make sure you had a smoke. He figured with a slight smile playing at the corners of his lips. As far as the other boys went, so far so good looks wise. Maybe in some wierd way, this wouldn't be as bad as he'd thought it would be. Sure, he'd probably be up to his neck with rules and restrictions but these other victims seemed pretty nonchalant about the whole up and coming ordeal. "I'm Seth." He said as introductions were being tossed between the newly named 'Jess' and 'Matty'.


Yet another voice caused Seth to turn his wavering attention to a new figure who'd joined their small huddle around the cigarette. Talk about an ice breaker in the conversation. These cigarettes seemed to be doing all of that for him. Hearing an answer to his initial question, Seth smirked. Sarcasm. The next greatest thing. He thought, looking over at the newcomer to the conversation. 'What could possibly be more fun than this?' As for that, Seth was quite certain he could rumage up some valid answer in it'self, however in the case of sarcasm, his mind was churning up blank. Seth tilted his head slightly as the other boy lisfted up his polaroid camera. "Hmm? Oh thanks! I'm alright I guess. It's just a hobby. How about you? You must be amazing at sketching then." He said with a polite smile. The dark haired boy rolled his eyes slightly as he felt the small carton being removed yet again from between his waist band. Well that was certainly an introduction he supposed. "Nice to meet you guys too." He said sarcastically with a playful smile as Jess returned the small cardboard container of cancer sticks to his waist band.

Seth flinched sligtly, scrunching his nose when Jess kissed the tip of his nose. That was rather...unexpected. Couldn't say he minded it though. This trip was certainly going to be inresting if anything else. Sure, he wasn't going to appreciate leaving his drugs and cigs behind, or his raves for that matter, but there were other boys that were going to be here as well. That in it's self counted for something. Seth smiled playfully and adjusted his shirt so the carton was once again hidden.


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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.

[the shadowed r o s e]

[Erik]
Maybe being

[Reed]
Different

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

Erik's watchful eyes gazed at the four other boys that were gathering around the wonderful gaudy van. Rapist van much? He laughed quietly, reaching into a pocket and pulling out his pack of cigarrettes, he had about 6 other packs in his bag and he had money a plenty to buy more. He pulled one out of the carton and pulled out his lighter as well, flicking the flame with his tongue before lighting the cancer stick. What an awful name these delightful pieces of stress relieving heaven were given. Stupid adults and their need to say that he was addicted. Pish Posh, addiction smiction. No way in hell. he placed the smoker to his lips and took a gentle puff, smiling, feeling his nicotine kick in for the day. Fun times.

He looked around at the other boys seeing them gathering around one boy with cigarettes as well. Perhaps they thought that this would be the last time they got to smoke. but he knew, after talking with those damn producers that came to recruit him, that the hatchers would allow them to smoke when they needed to because this show would be over a period of 3 months instead of one week. fun times for them. He laughed, turning into a cough and then back into a laugh looking at them all before taking another puff of his cigarette. Ah sweet nicotine, how you fill the deprived body with joy.

He wandered over to the other guys the cigarette dangling between his two fingers like a tempting siren. "Guys, I'm Erik Reed Roberts. Just call me Reed. And Ya know, I've got like a full pack if you want one." He grinned holding it out, as an offer to anyone who wanted it. "What I heard was that they will let us smoke, since it's going to be a 3 month period instead of 1 week."

[Plasticine Heart]

☢ Mαtthew ☣ Oliver ☣ Andrews ☢

Matty eyed the pack of cigarettes that he had been offered by Jess, oh the temptation was strong, but Matt couldn't be the one to rob the sweetheart of all his beautiful cancer sticks. That just wouldn't be right. "Thanks for the offer love, but I'll survive" he said with a smile before turning to the hottie in a parka, who introduced himself as Dominic. Brushing his bangs from his chocolate eyes, in a failed attempt, "My pleasure, Dominic" he said in his own equally smooth voice. Matty was no musician or anything of the sort, unless you counted Dj-ing, but he still had an amazing voice if he ever wanted to try to be in a real band.

By now, the little group of four had expanded to a slightly more crowded group of five, with the addition of Reed, the cutie who had been leaning against the van. Of course, Matty had no problem being surrounded by hotties, since it seemed that they would be with each other for quite a while. Smiling to Reed now, Matty reached over and stole his cigarette, it seemed like his way of greeting people, as he brought it to his lips and inhaled. Handing it back to the boy he smirked, "Hey thanks, now I'll just be taking those" he said as he grabbed up the pack of cigarettes from the boys hand, flashing him a warm smile. "I owe you one" he said with a wink before pulling out a cigarette from the pack and bringing it to his lips. Slipping the pack into his back pocket, he shifted the black backpack that hung on his back to the side and reached into the side pocket, producing a small pink Hello Kitty lighter from it. He glanced around the small group and smiled as he lit it up, bringing the cigarette away from his lips and shoving the lighter into his pocket. "Don't judge me cause I like Hello Kitty" he said before taking a long drag of the cigarette.

Eying the group of hotties as Matty stood leaning against the van, He listened to the small conversations going on around him. Seth, the cutie with the camera, was talking with Dominic about photography and art. Matty couldn't really relate to either, he wasn't talented like others. All he was good at was scratching records and turning tables. Ah then again, he had done some modeling before, nothing special though. "Pft, I wish I was talented like you guys" he said with a chuckle as he reached over and traded Dominic's cigarette for his own. In Matty's mind, he had to take at least one hit for everyone who had a cigarette here, he didn't want to leave anyone out or anything. That, and it was a great way to get closer to people, at least, in Matty's opinion. Taking another hit of the cigarette, Matty breathed out, "If you guys like techno and s**t like that, I can Dj for you sometime" he smiled wearily, not sure if any of them would even be interested in such a thing. He usually didn't tell people he spun records, since most people just made fun of him for it.

[Velvet Drops]

_________i f x y o u x d o n ' t x b e l i e v e x m e x ,
_________i f x y o u x d o n 't x l i k e x m y x p l a n s .
___________________________T A V E R N ﹙ ☆ ﹚A R K


Where he was supposed to be had been easy enough Tavern decided as he approached the van that morning had been anything but pleasant with tear-filled hugs and good-byes. It had just been down right hypocritical, it's not like this was his first time away from home and he was anything but in danger. ANd he sure as hell wasn`t going to change who he was he thought with a rather angry looking frown.

Brushing his hair out of his face ha approached the white-Rape van that was surrounded by boys. Boys he supposed where to be his house mates, or whatever. Carrying a duffel bag and another back-pack, and dressed in a carriage with a white v-neck tee underneath, and dark straight-legs, that were just a bit too skinny to be called just straight legs, and a apir of rather well kept converse Tavern, didn't make eye contact until he himself placed his own belongings in the van while all the while, giving the driver a slightly unpleased/untrusting look. It seemed to say: "Like I'd let you tocuh my stuff." Which was what the very possessive Tavern was thinking as he walked by the guy. AFter that he decided that he could at least join the group and learn their names and all that, though he was pleased to notice that they all smoked. Which made him feel a bit more friendly.

Popping a pack of Peter Jackson, out of his back-pocket, he lit up outside the group and took a long draw on the stick before he exhaled. Pushing the smoke out of his nose. The menthol tasted nice and smelt even better plus it cleared his sinuses too! He didn't care that they were old lady smokes, because frankly his grandmother had been the one to introduce him to smoking so in memory of the brisk-old girl he smoked them for her. Putting the pack and lighter in the pocket of his cardigan. "Hey guys." cam the gentle almost familiar greeting, it kind of sounded that he already knew them all but he didn't it was just something he'd picked up again from his grandmother. Be familiar, be nice.


y o u x m u s t n ' t x t e l l x m e XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX

[the shadowed r o s e]

[Erik]
Maybe being

[Reed]
Different

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

Reed grinned a bit as he watched one of the guys steal his cigarette and take a puff. With someone as gorgeous as that, he wouldn't complain not one bit. He got it back in the end so it didn't matter. Then the same boy took hostage his pack of cigarettes. He didn't mind that either, he figured the cutie just didn't bring 'em cuz he thought he couldn't. Fair 'nough. "You are quite welcome." He winked playfully, laughing a bit. "Can I at least have your name?" That much was owed now... later, he'd get paid, in one way or another. He smirked at that thought but then saw the male bring out his hello kitty lighter and told him not to judge. "I know I won't" he spoke with a grin, pulling out his phone which was covered in hello kitty stickers and currently going off with the ringtone of "Knives and Pens" By Black Veil Brides, he ignored the text. And then he lifted up his pant leg to show his hello kitty socks.

He then grinned devilishly before looking around and taking in the view of all the hotties... 1...3...5 hmmm oh and there was that other guy who'd just arrived. But weren't there supposed to be 8? Damn where were the other two? He took another puff of his cig just shaking his head and coming to stand next to the boy that had so easily taken his cigarette pack. He needed to chill this guy seemed pretty chill. "Personally I like techno and DJ's have a talent all their own." He winked playfully, before looking at everyone again.

What talent's did he have? He couldn't take photos worth s**t... His drawing skills were limited to stick people getting mauled by various other stick monsters... He could sing... but couldn't do screamo for the life of him... Wait a minute, he was a wonderful tattoo creator... he always could draw that... He actually had a couple of tattoos that people didn't know about. He rolled up his sleeve taking a glance at the tattoo that resided upon his right forearm. He laughed and then looked at the knuckles, the words stay on the knuckles of his right hand, and gold on the knuckles of his left... He had a couple of others, but those would require utter disrobing to admire...

[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.

•••••• •••••• •••••• •••••• •••••

Just how many kids were going on this little 'get away'? Seth tilted his head as yet another 'troubled teen' moved to merge with their ameoba of a group. The raven haired boy gave a slight smile, waving politely. Leaning against the van, Seth looked around at the other faces of the boys. Hey, it most definately could be worse. Spending three months with georgous boys couldn'ti be all bad could it? With that though, Seth raised his mildly forgotten cancer stick to his lips, inhaling deeply, feeling the soothing nicotine. Nicotine, yet another addictive habit that felt better for you than it actually was. Ah well. Cookies were the same way he supposed, minus the lung cancer of course. Exhaling, he glanced back up at the other boys who'd more or less gathered around the smaller Seth. Cigarettes. Funny how close you get with people who think every puff might be their last. However, according to this new kid....Reed wasn't it? They'd be permited to smoke, probably off camera. That'd be good. Seth wasn't necessarily addictted persay...just needy when it came to the calming sensation of nictoine.


Something one of the boys said caused Seth's eyes to widden as he turned to face the boy who'd introduced himself as 'Matty'. The dark haired boy could almost imagine a cartoon of his eyes widdening to the size of dinner plates, ears suddenly perking up. That's what you get for watching saturday morning cartoons too much, he figured. But seriously, what had he said? Techno? Yes, that had been it, he was sure of it. Suddenly, his conversation about sketching and photography seemed to be folded back in his mind for a moment. "Wait, you DJ? Sorry....just heard something about techno music." He said smiling embaressedly. Let the world know that techno and Seth was like peanut butter and jelly. Pretty much created for the other. Funny considering raves and techno was what got him here more or less in the first place. With the raves came the cigs, then the drugs, and shortly the strangers of men crashing with him back at his house. Hey it was life, and it was his life. Why that crashed him here next to the creeper-van awaiting a doom-like television show still bewildered him.

Hearing one of the two new arrivals mentioned also identifying with the little family of techno junkies, Seth had to admit his respect for Reed just doubled. Anyone who enjoyed techno music was alright in his books. His eyes followed the new boy's glance to is knuckles, the photographer tilting his head slightly to read the letters inked into the boy's skin. "Nice tatts." He commented with a quiet smile. Personally, the only tattoo Seth had was a small black X on his left hipbone, not something he could really flash around in an airport. It'd been an experiment of one of his friend's back home. Tattoos were nice, on other people. Piercings were more of his thing.


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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]

I tried to suffocate
myself in the cupboard last night,

but I came out
When I heard
The theme tune to Lost.

I simply can’t afford to miss
an episode of that show.

~Jess~

Cigarettes, Cigs, Cancer Sticks, Oh My..

Jess stood to the side, chuckling at the movement of the black haired boy's... Seth was it?.. nose as he kissed it. Of course, it was all a joke.. Or was it? Spending up to three weeks in the farm with eight boys? How bad could it really be? The punishments could get fairly bad, but Jess had watched the show before, and knew what to do to keep out of the spotlight.. Or so he hoped. Jess hard really done nothing wrong to get here. Sneaking out late? That's teenage stuff. Smoking? So what, everyone was doing it, right? And for the other stuff, so what? There was nothing wrong with wanting to live his life, the way he wanted to.

Jess turned, hearing a new voice amongst them. He smiled at the boy, hearing the name Erik spill from his mouth. But before his soft lipped mouth could speak it, the boy covered himself, telling them to call him Reed. "Really? We can smoke?" Jess gasped softly, reaching out and grasping the new boy's cigarette. "I hope you don't mind." Of course, Jess didn't wait for an answer, he popped the thing to his lips and inhaled deeply, pulling it out to exhale the toxins. Once finished with the cancer stick, he took a step closer to the cutie, placing it back in his open mouth. He smiled, turning back to the other boys and sighing softly.

Jess was preoccupied with not smoking, thinking about stealing another from his new found friend Matty, but as soon as he heard the words 'techno' 'Dj' and 's**t' he turned to look at who had spoke. It was Matty. Jess turned his gaze from Reed to Matty, smiling, "I love Techno, dear," Jess paused slightly, before continuing, "I'd very much like to hear you Dj for us." Jess glanced down, seeing the hunk pull out a Hello Kitty lighter. Before Jess could speak, Reed beat him to it, showing off his socks. Jess put a hand over his mouth as he chuckled softly. "I myself have no Hello Kitty objects, but, it's the s**t."

With his eyes focused on Reed, Jess jumped slightly from hearing a new voice. 'How many of them are there? I don't think I can take anymore cuties.' Jess turned his head, seeing a boy, hella cute too, wearing a white t shirt and black straight legs. He smiled at him, skipping to him playfully and kissing his lips slightly. The kiss lasted about a second, and he felt the other's eyes on him. He didn't mind though, he liked the attention. "Hello, Tavern. I'm Jess."

[Plasticine Heart]

☢ Mαtthew ☣ Oliver ☣ Andrews ☢

Matthew smiled when Reed winked at him then asked his name, "Matthew Oliver Andrews, but you can call me Matty, love" he said as he brushed away his hair once more. It was really becoming a pain, he was half tempted to pull out his favorite hat, the one that read 'Slut Free' under the rim; but he'd wait for now. Instead, he turned his eyes to Reed as he went on to show off all of his own little Hello Kitty themed items. Wonderful, Matt had only been here about ten minutes and already he had met someone as childish as himself. "Its official, I've died and gone to heaven" he said with a laugh as he took a hit of his cigarette. As he did so, he noticed a new boy make his way over to the group; keeping his greeting short and simple. Matty smiled deviously to himself, with so many good looking boys around, Matty would have to be on his best behavior; or maybe not.

At his surprise, both Reed and Seth showed interest in techno music and dj's. Perfect. "Techno is the s**t, I love me my happy hardcore and dubstep" he said with a nod as he reached into his pocket and pulled out his brightly decorated Ipod. He turned up the volume as loud as it would go and let the bass pumping beats pour out into the open. He really hoped they didn't mind Dj Starkiss and maybe if he was lucky, they'd actually know who he was; then again he was a local Dj from Pittsbrugh, the city in which Matty was born. "I Dj here and there, I've head lined a few raves before actually. You might have heard some of my stuff, my Dj name is Dj Matty Massacre" he said with a smile as he shoved his Ipod back into his pocket.

Turning to Jessie now Matty nodded, "Well your in luck then, I brought my Dj equipment with me, so I'll mix something up for you guys sometime" he said with a smile. Finishing up the last of the cancer stick, Matt tossed the butt to the ground and lightly stepped it out. With a shrug he leaned back against the van once more. The cigarette had helped just a little with his soberness, but now he wanted something more, somethign that would make him feel good longer. He was craving his ecstacy and it was killing him knowing it was so close yet so far. Matt let out a soft sigh as he bit his lip, he had to learn better self control, he had around guys, but with drugs it was another story. Matty's attention drifted once more, this time to Reed's tattoo's. They looked nice on him, Matty only had one tattoo and that was angel wings on his back, but because he wasn't about to strip right now, those would have to be saved for later.

[Velvet Drops]

_________i f x y o u x d o n ' t x b e l i e v e x m e x ,
_________i f x y o u x d o n 't x l i k e x m y x p l a n s .
___________________________T A V E R N ﹙ ☆ ﹚A R K


Surprised but not totally surprised, Tavern blinked, batting his long lashes repeatedly as he registered someone else's lips on his own. Trying his best he hid the surprise with along drag of his cigarette, and nodded, with. Nodding the guy, his half little smile, where the corners of his mouth kind of turned up into a small, hardly noticeable grin. "Nice too meet you too, I hope Im not the only one who got a kiss or everyone else might get jealous." he said tapping the ashes of his smoke to the floor, he gave a little flip of his hair, managing to catch it behind his ear before he glanced around the group of guys. All emo and scene, he blinked, he had kind of expected maybe like one or two, but then again, looking at them they were all different at least and pretty into it. He was pretty sure he was the only who wasn't totally into the look, though he did enjoy skinny jeans on the odd occasion when he was alone, or somewhere where he knew no one. Kind of like now, though for some reason that one kid, knew his name. Did they all know his name?




y o u x m u s t n ' t x t e l l x m e XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX

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

I tried to suffocate
myself in the cupboard last night,

but I came out
When I heard
The theme tune to Lost.

I simply can’t afford to miss
an episode of that show.

~Jess~

Keep it in your pants, Jess

Jessie stood next to Tavern, tapping his foot softly to the sound of Matty's music. Dj Matty Massacre..' Jess smiled then at Matty, "Can't wait to hear some." With that, he looked back, behind him, towards the entrance/exit of the airport, "How long are those b***h's going to keep us waiting??" Jess wasn't exactly excited about the trip there, with so many chores and uptight d**k heads, but, being with all those guys.. The parents had to leave sometime, right?

Jess chuckled at the new boy's response, before pondering it, "I guess you're right Tavern, it just isn't fair to anyone." Jess turned to the nearest boy to him, besides Tavern, spotting Matty. He took a step to him, placing his lips on the boy's in a full on twist kind of kiss. There was no tongue, but it didn't make a difference, his own hand went to Matty's face as he kissed him, before pulling away, and retreating back to where he was standing.

Jess then glanced at Tavern again, thinking that he probably thought it was odd he knew his name. "I saw you get off, and the nice lady in the blue uniform knew your name." Jess was no stalker, but he liked to know things, and when he did, he used the information. He tilted his head slightly, looking at his open hands in bewilderment. He had no cigarette. Jess glanced around, seeing Reed with one. Not thinking twice about the matter, he stepped to him, the circle that they stood in, not being very big, and plucked the stick from his grasp. He took a long inhale, before replacing it in his hand and exhaling. Man, this could be fun.

[the shadowed r o s e]

[Erik]
Maybe being

[Reed]
Different

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

Reed began nodding his head to the music that came pounding from the headphones around Matty's neck. He grinned a bit recognizing the DJ almost immediately, having gone to one of the raves where this guy was back in 2006. Cali was a great place to be especially with Raves. He also remembered that day, that DJ Starkiss had been doing some glowsticking right before and it had been awesome. "Oh my lordies, It's DJ Starkiss I love him! I went to a rave back in 06, and I got to see him live and do some glowsticking with him." He grinned a bit, wondering if he had the video of the DJ's epicness on his phone still. He hoped so, either that he had it somewhere on his computer, which was in his bag right about now. He looked around a bit, wondering briefly where the other two were. "Maybe they aren't coming." He whispered quietly to himself, he thought to ask the driver before sighing and shaking his head. They'd be here within the next 8 minutes or he'd ask, but whatever back to the conversation at hand.

Then he heard Matty's DJ name and nodded his head, "I might have, your name sounds familiar." He grinned a bit, his body still moving with the beat pounding its way outta them speakers. He watched absently as Jess stole his cigarette and then kissed Matty on the mouth, a bit jealous but not going to act on his jealousy right now. He'd have his chance he really would once this POS adventure got on its way. He took another hit on his cigarette, but saw that it was getting down to a little stubby thing and tossed it on the ground, smushing it with the toe of his vans. He coughed lightly and bounced on the heels of his shoes thinking of what to do while he waited. He looked at his phone again and saw that 8 minutes had passed. He jogged over to the driver who was leaning on the car on the other side. "'Scuse me Mr. Driver?" The driver looked over at him with a sigh, "Yeah kid what?" Reed smiled brightly, "When are we going to leave?" The driver looked at his watch and got up, hopping into the drivers seat. "Right now, those last two stragglers will get here by way of the late arrivals car. Tell everyone to get in."

Reed ran back around to the other side of the car where all the boys were, "Come on everyone, The driver says it's time for us to get a move on and get in the car." He looked at the van with a bit of a waryness about him, but hopped in all the same taking a seat on the left side. "Come on guys, once you're all in we'll get a move on." The driver called out to the rest. He hated his job, almost as much as he hated these damn hooligans that he had to drive to the hatchers. But it paid well so he never complained aloud.

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

~Jess~

Zoning Out

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►ωоп'т γου lεт ιт оυτ◄

►dιg α lιттlε dεερεя αпd ι кпоω γου'll fιпd sтяεпgтн ιпѕιdε◄

►тнιs ιs шнεяε γoυ sαγ ιт's пот ωнατ ιт looкs lικε◄

►нε's gот нιs нαпds ωяαρρεd αяоυпd γουя шαιsт◄

►ωεll ι шαпт тнιs, dо γου шαпт ιт?◄

►αпd ι нαтε тнιs, вυτ γоυ flαυпτ ιτ◄

Jess stood near Tavern, zoning out as Reed and the other's spoke. 'Damn, when are we going to leave already?' He brushed a lock of hair from his face as he thought. Being in this hot weather was making him want to do something big, like take off his shirt. Doing something like that though, might set some people off, se he restrained himself. Instead, he pulled up the bottom of his shirt about mid way, his stomach showing.

As he thought, he remembered involentarily showing the camera people the way he snuck out. Locking his door and opening the window. He had seen some people stuff their blankets, but he figured, by the time they came in, he'd be busted anyway. Jess explained to the camera people that no one understood him. He just wanted to have some fun, live his own life the way he wanted. But instead, he was misunderstood, being seen as a 'troubled teen'. What the ********? He was no more troubled than a fox in a herd of sheep.

'Hah. Remember when they came with me in the truck? I was drinking and smoking.. Jess reminded himself. He had been heading back home after a rave, boys filled his car and he was doing plenty of other things also. Things they probably censored on the show. He chuckled remembering how the boys had followed him through his window and they had been caught making out.. And such, in his room..

Jess turned from his thoughts, hearing Reed speak. He had left apparently, and had moved to where the driver stood, asking him something that Jess couldn't hear. He put a hand to the back of his neck as he sighed, climbing into the back of the van. He wasn't sure who would sit next to him, so he made plenty of room in the large, white van. he pressed against the side of the door, shaking his hair out of his eyes. He pulled out a small mirror from his pocket, checking his appearance before his newfound friends joined him in the van.

►ιт soυпds αвsυяd so ι ωαιтεd fоя мγ oшп εγεs◄

►ιf ωε cαп вε тнε oпεs то ноld oп, то sтαγ sтяопg◄

►то ρυт α fαcε oп тнε ρεяѕοп тнατ вυιlт тнεsε lιεs◄

►мαγвε ωε cαп мαкε α dιffεяεпcε ιп sомεвоdγ's lιfε◄

►dιd γου шαпт тнιs, cαυsε ι ωαпт ιт◄

►ιп sомεвоdγ◄

►cουld нαvε foolεd мε, cαυsε ι воυgнт ιт◄

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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 smiled slightly as Jess hitched a smoke from yet another swiped cigarette. Well, that was one way to make sure you weren't wasting any smokes before the arrival. Speaking of arrival, weren't they running a bit behind now? They'd been standing here for quite a bit of time and they were still missing the last two boys of their little vacation group type collection. Not that Seth minded really, he was completely intrigued by this set of boys who already gathered near the rapist van. This trip just seemed to be getting better as slowly the group grew. The raven haired boy's smile only frew when he saw the others comparing their 'Hello Kitty' merchandise with each other's. Though, he was afraid he'd have to agree with Jess on this one. While he agreed Hello Kitty was one of the most well known and appreciated cartoon icons for him and pretty much the entire world, he'd unfortunately not brought along any Hello Kitty gear.

DJ Matty Massacre. The name rung a bell somewhere, but he couldn't pull off where he'd heard the name before now off the top of his skull. Shrugging off the thought, he took another deep drag on his cancer stick, watching the smoldering end slowly draw nearer to his finger tips. Nicotine wasn't helpping much. He thought with a sad smirk. Never really did, just took your mind off of the stronger stuff for a short span of time. That was the problem, Seth thought. You get addicted to the stronger stuff first, and cigarettes and the lighter deal just doesn't cut it really. Trying not to dwell on the thought, he took another puff and lowered his hand away from his lips.

His gaze returning to the other boys he looked up in time to catch Jess pressing his mouth up against Matty's for a moment. The dark haired boy laughed slightly, shaking his head. Certainly a friendly kid that boy was. He could pretty much eliminate shy in this boy's description. "I think they made a run for it." Seth joked, reffering to the two late shows. Seth turned slightly as Reed went to talk to the driver, moving to adjust the camera hanging from around his neck. He doubted there'd be a lack of things or people to take photos of once they reached the farm, but Seth had to admit he was a bit worried the family wouldn't let him keep the camera around. And it wasn't exactly something like his cigarettes where he could simply stuff it down his pants. That might look a bit...out of place. As Reed returned, announcing their departure, Seth brightened up. "And we're off to see the wizard." He declared, turning to slide open the door of the rapist-van and stepping back to clear the way. He watched as Jess clambored in, and shrugged, shortly following afterwards to the back of the van.


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Wake up in the morning feeling like P Diddy
Put my glasses on, Im out the door Im gonna hit this city
Before I leave, brush my teeth with a bottle of Jack
Cause when I leave for the night, I aint coming back