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.. A slight chuckle escaped the young artists lips as a tiny grin played on them as he heard Jessie's words. "Oh trust me Jess. I'm sure the pleasure will be all mine." He said with a slight flirtatious smile playing at his lips and tugging up the corners of his lips. Jess was cute, and fun. But his eyes roamed over to the boy with the camera. Something about him drew his eye. But that might have just been because he was good looking and liked the arts. He was kinds of zoning out his his pale face up to the sun again before he looked down quickly as he felt a body closer to him. "Hey there." He said with a sly grin as he felt his hand in his skinny jeans. He watched with a chuckle as he growled into the shining black case before sticking it back in slowly. "You're welcome." He said with a smirk before he looked over to Seth. He smiled as he fingered the camera with his long pale digits. He gave the boy a smile as he let the camera drop against his chest and listened to his words. "Oh I'm sure you're great at it. I don't know how I am. Maybe when we get there you can take a look. See if I'm good or not." He said with a wink as he tapped one finger on the camera. "Wha cha think about that Seth?" He said with a smile before he went back to leaning against the van and took a drag from the cigarette in his fingers. He looked up at Matty spoke and stepped closer. "Oh no. The pleasure's all mine." He said with a wink as he raised his eyebrows seductively. He smiled lightly as he moved back and leaned against the van again, his eyes closing as he smoked. He was surprised when Matty came up and traded cigarettes. He was slightly annoyed. His cigarettes were ones that he had payed for with the money he made off of gigs. They were thin and he had carefully put them in his case. "Nuh uh Mr. Matty the DJ. These are mine specially. But you can have yours back." He said with a chuckle, taking a long drag from Matty's cigarette and blowing it out slowly before switching them back. His tasted somehow richer. If he was addicted to anything it would be them.

❉❉love... Dominic watched silently as another male walked up and gave him a smile. He liked his tattoos. He had many himself. Some black flames on his arms, one turning into a snake of stars and vines to go around his neck. And in intricate letters on both hands they spelled "Free Hugs" on his fingers. He also had a pair of black and devilish wings on his shoulder blades and a black dragon over his hip and up his chest. He didn't show many off though. That was. Unless you were in bed with him. He chuckled at his surroundings but chose to stay a bit farther back from the group, just to see what they were like before he threw himself in. He was interested in the actions and look of this new boy. He smoked silently as he shrugged off his coat to show the black tight tee=shirt with what looked like the white outline of a dirty city street on it. It was for his band. There names were discreetly hidden in the shirt. The only way you could find them was if you looked really closely. It was soft and the sleeves were just a bit shorter than that of a tee-shirt so it showed off his tattoos on his arms. And the vee neck showed the one on his neck. He zoned out a bit and started going through lyrics in his head. The poor band had to cancel gigs while he was away. He was the singer and lead guitarist. No one could replace him. So he was stuck making his band wait for him to get back. But he was shaken from his thoughts when somebody said something about the wizard and he chuckled. He liked that movie when he was a kid. His favorite was the tin man. The man with no heart. It intrigued him and made him smile. He dropped the last of the cigarette on the ground and stomped it out before carefully climbing in with his guitar case. He maneuvered and found himself standing before the seat next to Seth. "Mind if I sit?" He asked in his smooth and secretive voice as a slight smile played on his lips as he looked down at the other boy. He would admit to it. He liked the look of Seth. It peaked his interests.


{{Oh my gosh! I haven't posted for like a page! I'm such a bad person! So sorry for making you wait!}}

[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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Rapist van much? Seth thought, ducking down as he slid past the slidding doors. He half expected to see pictures of 'lost' puppies or small boxes of candy for those curious and nosy children playing hopscotch in a dark neighborhood late at night. Either way, the artist wasn't going to complain. After all, shouldn't it matter more who you're riding with, not what vehicle you're crammed into? Always the optimist. He thought with a smirk. The dark haired boy must've lost himself in thought for a moment, because next thing he knew, his footing betrayed him, sending the boy half tipping the shorter boy against the already seated Jess. Note to self, watch where you're going. Face slightly pinker than before, Sethr wheeled back to a standing position. "Ah sorry 'bout that! Wasn't watching where I was going." He explained hurriedly, deciding it best to simply save himself the embaressment and take a seat.

Well that was an introduction he could've passed on. Ah well. Bitting his lower lip slightly, Seth adjusted his grip on the polaroid camera around his neck, making sure he didn't half bludger anyone with the old metal contraption. No further embaressment would be needed thank you very much. That'll teach you to try and think while walking. Multitasking perhaps was not the ideal career for this dark haired boy. Seth crosed one leg over the other, grateful for the slight give in the fabric the slightly baggy 'skinny' jeans provided him over the usual next-to-skin-tight-younger-sister-type pants he wore to school and some raves. Now that he thought about it, that most of the boys who'd already arrived looked to be around the same 'type' as him. If you could even dare call it that. Similar styles and perhaps intrests at least. That was probably a better way of putting it.

A familiar voice half yanked him out of his thoughts, causing the boy to look up at one of the other victims participants of the show. Dominic wasn't it? The other artist! Hard to forget someone like that he supposed. That and the other boy had been the first to actually mention and relate to his more artistic inclination. Certainly someone worth remembering, and the fact that he was rather good looking certainly didn't hurt either. Mind if I sit? The photographer smiled, exposing a glimpse of his white smile as he nodded. "Yeah, sure!" 'Yeah sure'. Couldn't he have come up with anything slightly more....just more? People. Conversations. Usually not Seth's thing before a good down of alcohol or slightly more illegal doses of other substances at a good rave. He had to admit, unlike Jess and some of these other guys here, he wasn't one of the more 'outgoing' in nature.


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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

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

~Jess~

Up up and away..

►ι кпоω γου'vε goт ιт ιп γоυ◄

►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 watched from inside the white van as Dominic flirted with the camera boy. He smirked, 'Camera boy.'. As the boy's filed into the van, his mood became denser and denser, making it hard not to blow his top, not sure why he wanted to. He reached into his pocket, pulling out his bright yellow ipod and sticking his earphones in his ears. He attempted to drown out the talk as he blasted his 3OH!3 music. The band wasn't the best, but he loved their music. Jess turned up the music louder, the voices still breaking through, into his mind and staying there. His mood dropped dramatically, and he began to glare at the seat. Damn, being bi-polar really makes you wanna hit a guy.

Jess was interrupted abruptly as black haired boy with the camera fell onto him. He was slightly aware of the apology but ignored it, continuing to bob his head slightly to the beat. He heard the two boys talking to his right, and he glared, turning up his ipod louder. He was now less than caring about the fact that everyone in the van could probably hear his music. He pulled out a small journal along with a black ball point pen. He began making sentences in the journal, what other's called 'poems'.

Jess had always written what his teachers, family, friends called 'poems'. He was just writing. They just happened to form incomplete sentences that sometimes rhymed, other times didn't. Some were about music, other's about different things. They always somehow related to himself, but it happed without Jess even realizing it.

►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◄

[buy the moon]

┊Dominic┊XXXXX┊Charles┊XXXXX┊Samuel┊

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

❉❉love.. Dominic almost gagged as he walked in the van. It was awful. He hated vans like that. He didn't ride in cars all that much. He liked walking places. But big vans like this just gave him the creeps. But that could be from to many episodes of Criminal Minds. It just seemed like Bobby the ***** van. He concentrated on getting through the van to the back without tripping or hitting anyone with his guitar. He did however almost slap someone with a coat sleeve. He cast his eyes down to look at his feet and were exactly his black converse were landing before finding himself watching Seth fall into Jessie. He chuckled lightly and gave a slight smile. It was kind of cute. Clumsy in a cute way. But he was thinking weirdly again. He cast his eyes away and concentrated on moving his cloth checkered guitar case around the seats with his body fallowing. He smoothly asked the other boy if he could sit in the seat next to him and smiled back as he spoke. "Thanks." He said, sitting down next to him and shoving his guitar case between his knees to keep it there and safe. He lay his coat across his lap and looked over at Seth with a softer smile. He was happy that he didn't ask him to move. Not to mention Seth's looks grouped with the closeness of their seats. He couldn't help smiling to himself a bit at that.

❉❉love... Dominic just watched Seth for a second before his hands made their own way into the pocket of his coat that lay across his lap and he pulled out the black sketch book. He felt like sketching Seth's face. "Hey Seth. Look this way and just look at me for a minute 'kay?" He said, pulling a sketching pencil out with his long fingers to start sketching Seth's face. It was a close up sketch, paying important attention to detail. He put graphite to paper and watched at Seth's feature's started to appear on the page. His chin, his nose, his hair and then his glistening eyes. He loved drawing eyes. In the boy's eyes he put tiny reflections on himself. Because that was what showed in the wet surfaces. But it didn't take him more than three or four minutes. It was a speed sketch. The details were not that refined if you looked closely and the only thing he really did with the reflection was his face shape and his hair. He looked back up at Seth carefully, trying to get the cheek structure right as his pencil made sounds on the white paper. Once he was pretty much done he signed the bottom and on the side he put
"Seth,
You better show me what you can to with that camera.
Dominic.".
He chuckled a bit at the note and made a few last shadings before he tore the page out and handed it to Seth. He was in a sketchy mood. He wanted to draw. And Seth was the perfect victim for his outlet of excess creativity. His long pale fingers with the letters that spelled the word Free tattooed on them held the paper as he held it out for Seth. As if asking "What do you think?".

[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 could tell the other dark haired boy wasn't in the most cheerful and bright of moods. With the ignoring, loud hammering music, and the journal, it was hard not to make that guess. Connect the dots Seth. Bitting his lip, he unclipped the carrying strap of his camera, letting the old contraption rest in his lap for the time being. There was no sense in murdering your neck over a simple car ride. Car ride to hell. He figured with a sigh. Perhaps it wasn't fair to lable it so poorly. After all, he'd be spending a month with seven other potentialy entertaining and not to mention attractive other boys. That had to count for something, now didn't it?

Ignoring the seat belt hanging beside him, Seth brought his knees up to the back of the seat in front of them, balancing him in place. Hearing a familar tune blasting from Jess's ear buds, Seth glanced beside him for a moment. Wasn't that 3OH!3? Now, he'd heard them a few times at different dances or events, and even once or twice on the radio for that over played song...what was it? Dont' Trust Me? Yeah, that must've been it. Other than that song, he thought the band was rather well versed. Really anything you could dance to was okay in his eyes. As Dominic sat down, Seth's attention wavered to the other boy. There was no sense in getting his head bitten off by talking to a slightly POed Jess. For a split second, Seth e
yed the guitar the other boy had brought onto the van with him. So...an artist of multiple trades then? He assumed looking back up at the other boy. Sketching and music. It suited Dominic in a way. The only things Seth was really honestly good at would have to be cooking and photography. Unless you counted glowstick Poi and rave dancing a talent. The cooking only came in handy seeing how his Aunt was for the most part always out volunteering or helping out at the church, leaving Seth to pretty much care for himself and his younger cousins. Ah well, at least he didn't have to worry about that for a month or so. It'd be ironic if he was assigned to cooking for this new familiy though. In a humorous sort of way, it'd probably be the easiest job for him, though cooking for eight plus people didn't seem as easy as it sounded in his head.

Seth hadn't even noticed he'd zoned out until he heard Dominic asking him to look his way for a moment. Curious, he did as he was told, noticing the sketch pad in the other boys lap. Wait. Was he drawing him? With a light smile as he realised what the other boy was doing, Seth bit his lip, trying to hold still. Fighting the urge to peek over the edge of the sketch pad, Seth watched the graphite mark over the paper as Dominic worked. "Um...sure?" He said, holding as still as possible, not wanting to mess the oter boy up. As the finished product was offered out to him, Seth hesitantly accepted it, glancing over the work. "This is amazing..." He said honestly, his eyes widdening. His smile broadened as he skimmed over the annotation at the corner of the paper. He'd have to be sure this other boy his work sometime while they were here. It wasn't like he wouldn't have time. They were stuck here a whole month. "I'l be sure to do that." He said with a slight laugh. "You're such an amazing artist!" He said looking up at the other boy, thoroughly impressed.



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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

[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


"That makes me feel somewhat less creeped out and less like a Jerk, I thought you were like someone I was supposed to know." he said wetting his fingers and inching the end of his cigarette until it was out. He didn't feel anything thanks to the calluses on his fingers, plus he wasn't done of his smoke either. Twisting the end of it closed he slipped it behind his ear, allowing his long fluffy hair to cover it and so that he wouldn't lose it.

Climbing into the van he managed to fumble his Ipod-touch out and place it into his ears. Leaving the volume low so that he could still hear if anyone talked to him, he absent-mindedly listened to the haunting sounds of Nightwish, Lights, Lady Gaga, and Metric, plus a lot of other crap too, since he had such an open mind for music he typically enjoyed: a) anything with a good, beat. b) anything that had good lyrics, and c) anything that he just simply liked. He was one of those who people, who typically like the song more so than the artist, since he never ever had a full album of anyone or anything on his Ipod. Except for Daft Punk. You just got as many albums of those guys as you could.

Sitting in the van his pretty sandy brown eyes on the windshield he watched as things flew by, since he was in the second back seat, stuck in-between two people he hadn't met or knew the names of, he settled back, allowing his head tip back slightly so he could relax his eyes,


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

[buy the moon]

┊Dominic┊XXXXX┊Charles┊XXXXX┊Samuel┊

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

❉❉love.. Dominic slowly made his way through the van and soon sat next to Seth. He couldn't help wondering why Jessie was kind of pissed. He seemed a bit edgy. His music was blaring and he pretty much froze Seth. What was that about? He would be fine with Seth bumping into him. He heard Jessie's music blaring and wondered why he seemed so turned away. He looked over at Seth and smiled slightly when he saw him eying his checked guitar case. He wondered if he thought about the fact that he sketched to. It wasn't a thing he liked to flaunt around. One drunk guy and beat him up screaming he stole his talent..... It was an odd experience. But he still didn't want to go around saying he was good at things. That was not the way he rolled. He didn't even respond to compliments all that well ether. Usually blushing a bit and mumbling thanks. He didn't think highly of his work really. Not unless he put a lot of time into something. Then he admitted it was good. Like when the guys complimented him on a song he had taken weeks to perfect. Then he excepted the compliment. Like the song he had written in his sketchbook. When he needed insperation he doodled by it and he had to re-write it at least ten times before he showed it to the band. And then they helped with making it really great and stuff. He wondered if Seth had any talents except for photography. He obviously had a love for it. He wore his camera and he was taking care to put it on his lap in the car ride. He liked people who took care of their art. It meant they were serious about it.

❉❉love... Dominic let a smile grace his lips as he looked at Seth and saw him look back. He gave another smile before he looked seriously down at his blank white paper, looking up to see the way Seth's eyes glistened or how his hair fell over his face. He studied the shadows of his face closely before marking them on the picture and trying to make it as good as he could in the short period of time. He let a soft chuckle push past his lips as he heard Seth's un-sure response. He then started to really work on the sketch. He smiled once more when he saw a smile on Seth's lips. He was apparently happy that he was drawing him. He had seen people getting angry, annoyed, but never really the flattered look Seth had. It made him slime in the slightest. He wrote on the picture when he was done and handed it to Seth with what he called his hug-hand. He heard the compliment and felt even more embarrassed when he felt a light blush cover his pale cheeks. He gave a slight smile and stared at the page showing now. It was one of his songs with tiny pictures of eyes and trees next to it. It was one of their nightmare songs about forests and watching. He looked back up to Seth and smiled a bit. "I'm not that good. And that was a really fast sketch...""I look forward to it." He said with a wink and a smile as he softly chuckled back. "I'm not that great. If you want to see my better stuff I can let you look through my sketch book later." He said with a smile as he fiddled with the zipper of his guitar case. He felt like playing his black acoustic with the punk band bumper stickers and black and white stars painted near them. He offered another smile to Seth before looking at the intricate letters on his fingers. "So what did you do to end up here?" He asked with a smile as he brushed his dark from his face softly so he could look at Seth without stuff in his eyes.


{{Hey. Sorry it took me so long. I'm reading a really good book while making dinner and watching Breakfast Club. Yeah.}}

[Plasticine Heart]

☢ Mαtthew ☣ Oliver ☣ Andrews ☢

Matthew hadn't been very shocked or surprised when Jessie kissed him. In fact, Matt was pretty used to such things, back home he always kissed people, friends or new aquaintences alike. When Jess pulled away, Matthew gave the boy a small wink before turning to Reed who said it was time to go. What wonderful timing. Matty hated standing around and doing nothing, so he was relieved to hear they could go now. Following behind the others, Matty piled himself into the small van, taking the open seat next to Reed; who he had already taken a liking to. Why wouldn't he though? Reed was both cute and liked good music, on top of that, he liked Dj Starkiss. Always a big plus in Matthew's book.

Then again, given the chance, Matty was sure he could find something he liked about every boy here, but liking every guy here might make him seem slutty. He rolled his eyes, who was he kidding? He used to be pretty slutty when he was younger, but he had calmed down some. Of course, the Ecstasy didn't help much, since that stuff made you horny as hell. He shook his head lightly, just thinking about his beloved drug was enough to make him crave it, and he was tried of that. Instead he attempted to distract himself, shifting his backpack from his back into his lap. Pulling out his ipod, he unplugged his dj headphones and pulled out a bright yellow pair of earbuds from his bag. Plugging them in, he placed his other headphones in his bag as he turned to Reed now. "Wanna listen cute stuff?" he asked with a smile as he placed an earbud in his own ear before offering the other to Reed. If he accepted, which Matty hoped he would, he'd be able to hear one of the mixes Matty had done recently.

While still holding out the earbud to Reed, Matthew glanced around the already packed little rapist-looking van. It seemed that already everyone was buddy buddy with each other, which was good but at the same time made Matt feel a bit out of place. Sure Matt was a friendly and socialble guy, but when everyone else seemed to be hitting it off smashingly, he felt like him and Reed we're out of place. Since they seemed to be the ones hanging back now. Matt didn't mind though, it meant that at least him and Reed could relate, which was always a good start to any kind of relationship.

[the shadowed r o s e]

[Erik]
Maybe being

[Reed]
Different

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

Reed sighed quietly, staring out the window at all the people milling about the airport parking lot. He saw so many... farmer like folks, all of them looked like they worked on a damn farm. He had a feeling that's where they would be headed once everyone got in. He shuddered a bit at that thought... Geez... animal poop, stinking animals, work... Ugh... he'd really need to dip into his drinks during his time here. He shook his head with that thought and saw the cute Matty get in the car, and he felt the pos van start up. The scenery outside began to move and once they got up to speed and out on the highway it began to blur together. He'd heard it'd be a lengthy drive so hopefully when they got there it wouldn't be time to work, it would be time to relax a little and go to sleep.

He looked at Matty with a smile, admiring the view he had of the male. That and it distracted him from the need for a cigarette and the need for some alcohol in his system. He leaned down and grabbed his little bag, pulling out a super small bottle of tequila. He opened it with a sigh and took a small shot to tide him over till later. The burn of the liquid felt like heaven to his alcohol deprived system and he smiled again, his cravings gone for now. He heard Matty ask if he wanted to listen, and got called cute stuff so that was a plus. Reed just nodded, "Course I do Matty." He grinned and added a cute little wink in before taking the yellow earbud and placing it in his ear to have a listen.

He looked around best he could without dislodging either of their earbuds and saw that nearly everyone was... was it like they picked like a date or something? Sweet jeez... I can't believe that. He sighed and looked back to the front of the car and closed his eyes like he always did when he wanted to really enjoy the music.

[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 shook his head at the other boy's dismissal of the compliment. Fast sketch? Pshh. Seth couldn't even begin to draw something like this even if he sat there for a good month or so. "Its still amazing." He insisted with a shrug. He leaned back against the seat as the van pulled out. Of course he'd get stuck in the middle of the seat. Didn't that just figure? Long car ride + next to no sleep the night before + no window to lean against + trapped next to a slightly POed Jessie didn't quite equal the exciting excursion he'd been hoping for. But oh well. It seemed for the most part everyone was pairing off with one another, something he hoped wouldn't continue after they arrived at...wherever they were going. It'd be a shame not to be able to hang around the other boys as well. Hearing the offer about the sketch book, Seth turned back to Dominic with a smile. "That'd be really cool. Thanks." He said, shifting slightly so Dominic could reach his guitar case without too much hassle.

And there was the question. 'What did you do to end up here'. It was the question pretty much everyone was expected to pose. After all, as much as he wished it would be, it wasn't a vacation. They were here because in some way they'd been deemed 'troubled teens' by their gaurdians. Simple as that. Seth smiled slightly, running a hand through the back of his scruffy black hair. "Tro be honest, I'm not totally sure. I mean, well...no...I guess I just wasn't the person my aunt wanted me to be. Sending me here was the easiest thing for her." He said, wishing he had a good drink or smoke right about now."She didn't like me always sneaking out at night to go to the raves or parties at frist. But you know how those things are. First it's the partying, then the alcohol and smoking or drugs depending on the case. It was just getting worse in her eyes I suppose." He said with a shrug. In a way, he could kinda see where she was coming from. Of course, he wouldn't admit it. It was his life, and he could do with it as he pleased. "We have differing opinions on lifestyles in short. How about you?"

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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

[buy the moon]

┊Dominic┊XXXXX┊Charles┊XXXXX┊Samuel┊

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

❉❉love.. Dominic smiled a bit when he saw Seth shake his head. He apparently didn't agree with his reply to the compliment. He liked that Seth was insisting he was good. It meant he really thought it. But he blushed a bit deeper. He did not accept compliments all that well. He folded and unfolded his tattoo's fingers together as he tried to make the blush go off his pale cheeks. "Thanks Seth. You really think?" He asked with a soft smile as he looked over at the other boy. He noted that he looked a bit uncomfortable. "We can switch seats if you want. If you want the window seat or something." He said with a shrug as he fiddled with the zipper on his case. He was thinking of bringing it out. He had promised the band he'd practice everyday. He had to be the greatest he could be when he came back. Since he was gone and the band couldn't play without him he promised that when he came back he would be way more awesome and they would get a lot more money every time they played. He looked over at Seth and spoke of letting him see his sketch book. Almost NO ONE got to do that. His sketch book was usually private. He would mark the pages that no one was to look at though. He would probably hit anyone who looked at those. Somethings were to private. Like drawings of ex boyfriends, poems about things he felt and odd ramblings about his life. Sometimes he just didn't want others to see things like that. The dark boy glanced around and raised an eyebrow as it seemed that everyone had paired off. That was weird. He was looking forward to hanging out with pretty much everyone who he got along with. Not just some guy he had paired off with. Even if it was a super cute guy like Seth. He smiled back at Seth as he spoke and nodded. "Alright. I look forward to hearing what you think of them." He said with another smile as he watched Seth shift a bit. He hoped he hadn't moved away because of him. He didn't want him to feel awkward with Dominic near him.

❉❉love... Dominic asked what he had done to get on the stupid show but suddenly regretted it. He didn't want to make Seth feel awkward. He was NOT a big fan of awkward moments. He even write a song about how awkward questions could be. It was one of the softer songs they had written because they needed a variety for their demo. But they were mainly heavier stuff. Which got Dominic some really hot punk music lovers. Dominic ran his finger across his tattooed fingers and traced the beautiful intricate F on the Free tattooed on his fingers. He listened as Seth described what got him there and nodded lightly, showing he understood what he was saying. "I know what you mean. My parents sent me here because they apparently couldn't handle me anymore. But mainly because I was actually myself. Not an idiot sports clone like my younger brother. They hate tattoos and piercings and any music except for that stupid crap my brother listens to. I'm kind of a fan of parties to. But my mother and father hate it. And apparently smoking and alcohol aren't things they think are exceptable." He said with another slight shrug as he looked at Seth with a slight smile. "Yeah. My mother and father think that jocks are normal. Not exactly my idea of fun." He said with a shrug as he picked up his guitar case and carefully unzipped it to pull out the black sleek acoustic with the stickers on it. He made sure that the guitar didn't hit anyone and it sat on his lap. He wasn't sure if he would play it. He didn't want to bug the others in the rapist van.

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

~Jess~

All better now..

►ι кпоω γου'vε goт ιт ιп γоυ◄

►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 scratched the back of his head, feeling less and less angry as seconds past by. He hated when that happened. Feeling so utterly angry one second and not even knowing why, only to be completely not angry a few minutes later. Jess turned his head slightly, just enough to see Dominic and Seth. The boy in the middle had his head turned to the other, while the other was seemingly sketching him. He wasn't sure, but the graphite at the end of the pencil seemed to be drawing something. Jess watched as Dominic finished the drawing and showed it to Seth. Even with his music still blasting in his ears, he could tell Seth was astonished, with good reason. The drawing was fantastic, even for a sketch, done in.. Five, six minutes maybe?

The song Starstrukk blasted from his ear-buds and he nodded his head the beat, whistling at appropriate times. Jess watched as Matty and Reed climbed into the car. Was it just him, or did everyone seem to pick a partner? This could pose as an issue, as, he had no partner. He was hoping to have a chance with all of these fine males. Jess watched the two of the boy's in front of him, listening to their music. Jess bit his lower lip, he wasn't sure why he was so nervous. He was usually never nervous. From his earlier days, he had never been nervous. Even as a thirteen year old, he had jumped up on stage in the middle of a play and yelled that it sucked. So why now, in the middle of a van full of gorgeous guys, would he be nervous? Must be one of those unanswered questions.. 'How many licks does it take to get to the tootsie roll center of a tootsie pop?' Jess chuckled softly to himself, looking back down to his journal. He glanced at the scrawled writing in it and ripped the page out, crumpling it to a ball and throwing it onto the van floor. A few minutes after, he glanced to the side, seeing Dominic with a beautiful black guitar. He wasn't sure who's it was, though he assumed it was Dominic's, but he couldn't wait to hear a few strings.

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

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

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

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

►ιп sомεвоdγ◄

►dιd γου шαпт тнιs, cαυsε ι ωαпт ιт◄

►cουld нαvε foolεd мε, cαυsε ι воυgнт ιт◄

[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


Having relaxed for long enough Tavern, decided that maybe just leaning back and relaxing wasn't going to happen. Everyone kept moving and talk and distracted him from a nice motion induced nap, so taking is headphones out, he waited fro the right moment to star a conversation with someone. Glancing at Jesse since he was kind of the only guy he knew, the long haired silent type leaned forward from his back seat to look over his shoulder. Noticing that he held a notebook and pen, he watched as he ripped out the piece of writing he'd been working on and throwing it to the floor. Knowing it was rude to read over someone's shoulder he cleared his throat and tried to look curious. "You'll never write a book if you keep ripping out the pages. Whatta ya doing?" he playfully, deciding that some interaction was well needed. plus forward little (kissible, oh yes he remembered the kiss) Jesse looked bothered.


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

~Jess~

All better now..

►ι кпоω γου'vε goт ιт ιп γоυ◄

►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 continued to write a few lines on his small, light green journal, before ripping it out, crumpling it up, and throwing it on the floor of the van. He repeated this process several times before the voice of someone familiar broke through his 'trance'. "You'll never write a book if you keep ripping out the pages. Whatta ya doing?" Tavern's voice was soft, flowing into Jess's head smoothly.

"I'm not writing a novel. Or even anything close to one. I suck at writing." Jess flashed a big, foolish smile to the boy that had chose to talk to him, amongst the others in the van. He leaned up close to the boy, leaning over Seth slightly, but not paying any mind, and hoping he wouldn't either. He spoke softly to Tavern, "It's a journal!" Jess said this playfully, his 'poems' not really anything like a journal. He brushed a few strands of hair from his face as he leaned back in his seat, glancing at his seatbelt, and thinking about putting it on. He pondered this a bit, before turning back to Tavern. He seemed interested in the paper on the floor, and quickly slammed his book shut.

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

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

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

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

►ιп sомεвоdγ◄

►dιd γου шαпт тнιs, cαυsε ι ωαпт ιт◄

►cουld нαvε foolεd мε, cαυsε ι воυgнт ιт◄

[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

Smiling at the reaction, Tavern remained leaning forward, his seat belt digging into his waist and hip bone. "Don't stop just because of me! I was just curious. I can't write either but it's always fun to dabble in whatever come my way." except music, that was like the one thing he was totally serious about. Practice once a day for and hour. Learning scales and memorizing songs. He played with a stray strand of hair, glancing at the pages on the floor and nudging them like they were dead mice.

"Aside from your journal what else do you do?" Tavern asked resting his chin on the top of the back rest. he could tell this was going to be a long drive and he knew that it would be an even longer summer. Sometimes he wished he had taken that chance at the special school just for a change of pace. A smart as he was Tavern never really had to work hard to get good grades or marks.


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