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x3_Ian-Aii->[[N0t3 t0 s3lf;;ii miss y0u t3rribly]] says:

Ian felt Kyo resting his head on his shoulder. He reached his hand up and ran his fingers through the back part of the boy's hair. It had been too long since they last talked. Too long since they last saw one another. Kyo had returned all too suddenly. It was the last thing Ian had expected. Nonetheless, it felt nice. He pulled away from Kyo and placed his hand under the other male's chin, lifting his face up.

"Hey now, don't cry," He reached up and wiped at Kyo's eye with his other hand.

"If tomorrow never comes, I would want just one thing.
I would tell it to the stars and the sun.
I would write it for the world to see.
And it’s you, the light changes when you’re in the room.
Oh it’s you, it’s you. “
Michelle Branch

[PiiNK - l o l l i P0P]

ayame mitsui
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ayame smiled.

"thats okay, i don't know too many either, but i do know where starbucks is."

she climbed into the driver's side of her car and unlocked the door so that demetri could get in. she stuck the key in the ignition and fought with it for a few moments.

"come on you can do it baby. come on, come on!"

the car was obviously old, and ayame treated it like her own child. always loving, always caring. she never missed an oil change or anything. finally, the ignition caught and the car started. ayame smiled and buckled her seat belt. she threw her purse / messenger bag on the back seat.

"ready?"

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ZaNix3_[[I g0 0ff l1k3 a gun_<,<]] says:

Zander glanced over, spotting a boy with a cigarette pursed between his lips. The smoker seemed to be observing the passerbys. He motioned for the boy to come over. Zander liked chatting up large groups of people, but only when he was in control of the conversation. He had always been the bossy type.

He listened to the music Koi was playing on the bass and played the cords in his mind. Subconciously his left hand was picking at an air bass. It was an odd habit he had aquired in all his years of music.

"You're pretty good," he muttered to Koi, giving the boy a smile. It wasn't flirting, despite what it may have appeared to be. He just gave musicians their dues when the time was appropriate.

“Tonight is the alive
With the promise of a street fight
And there’s money on the table
Says your cheap shots won’t be able to break bones.
I’ve yet to break a sweat.”-All Time Low

[PiiNK - l o l l i P0P]

kyoshi mitsui
LiiF3'S 4 G4MBL3

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kyoshi let a sad smile play on his face. he met ian's eyes when ian wiped one of kyo's. ian's touch felt nice, comforting. it was amazing that they were talking right now. reunited. it'd been way too long.

"i'm sorry.. it's just.. it's been too long. i thought we'd never see each other again and it killed me.."

he closed his eyes, biting his lip. he pictured his dorm right now. the picture of him with ian in its frame on his dresser the thought made him smile. he'd have to take a new picture to set next to it.

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[[D3m3tr1Dynam1t3]] I‘m what y0u‘v3 always want3d_x3 says:

Demetri climbed into the car. He was surprised there wasn't a bubble machine glued to dashboard of the car. One that would blow bubbles at passerbys. Of course, that didn't very legal. Perhaps that was why she didn't have one. Being a college student, one couldn't afford to have tickets or other funds that weren't nessacery.

"Let's go, m'lady," he said, mocking a British accent like he and his brother had done so many times before. The accent always seemed to make people laugh, unless they were British. There had been a few Brits who were offended by the strong faux accent.



“Sick and tired of this world,
There‘s no more air.
Tripping over myself, going nowhere.
Waited, suffocated, no direction.”
-Ryan Cabrera “On The Way Down“

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x3_Ian-Aii->[[N0t3 t0 s3lf;;ii miss y0u t3rribly]] says:

"God, Kyo, look at you," Ian said, staring at the boy almost in awe, "You've done changed hair and everything."

The blond had a bad habit about jumping subjects. He couldn't help it. Kyo still looked the same with the exception of his hair. Nothing else had changed, not on the surface that Ian could see. He found himself smiling at the boy. The tears were no longer pricking at the back of his eyes and the tightness in his throat had let up.

"You still look gorgeous."

"If tomorrow never comes, I would want just one thing.
I would tell it to the stars and the sun.
I would write it for the world to see.
And it’s you, the light changes when you’re in the room.
Oh it’s you, it’s you. “
Michelle Branch

[.Jade.Ariel.]

.E.l.i.j.a.h. Grant R o s e

Elijah had basically finished his cigarette, and he was staring off into space, when his eyes caught a flash of movement. Quickly, his gaze fell on the guy who was standing next to the one with the bass. Elijah blinked, realizing he was waving to somebody. A confused expression flickered across his expression before he realized the other's gaze was fixed on him. He wants me to... come over...? Elijah shrugged internally, and after glancing around, his legs started moving and he started over to the other male.

As Elijah got closer, he cocked his head to the side, realizing something. The other looked familiar.. at least, the back of him. Elijah blinked, realizing he had been one of the boys walking ahead of him when he had first arrived at his dorm. He quirked his eyebrow as he walked, dropping his cigarette and crushing it beneath his shoe. When the dark-haired male arrived to where the other two were standing, he stuck one hand in his pocket, silently observing. He didn't really know why the other wanted him to come over, but it was better than standing around, alone.

As he watched, his eyes were drawn to the other male, the one with the bass. Seeing as he was pulling out instruments randomly in the middle of the campus, Eli could assmue that the other was one of the music freaks... one of the ones that Elijah basically despised. But... there was no real reason for Eli to hate this particular person for just holding a bass, but the male still couldn't stop a wave of jealous irritation wave over him. He tried to ignore it, but it didn't really work.

Instead, Eli looked away, his eyes falling on the other. He could actually see the other's face instead of his back, and he did like what he saw... most of the people here were pretty good looking, in all honesty. He noted a necklace of some cat on the other's chest, but didn't comment. Whatever floated his boat. Eli didn't really care... he wasn't one to get caught up in the small details. He subconciously rubbed his arm, biting his lower lip, feeling the cool metal of his lip ring on the flesh of his upper lip.

[PiiNK - l o l l i P0P]

ayame mitsui
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ayame giggled at demetri's faux british accent. so she wasn't the only one who did such things. she put the car in reverse, still smiling, and backed carefully out of the spot. there was a long pause as she struggled with the gears, then she changed to drive and pulled out of the parking lot. she thanked her lucky stars she had an automatic transmission; a car with manual would have killed her by now.

"so uh.. what kinds of things to do you do in your free time? you know some of mine already."

she spared a glance and a smile at demetri before returning her gaze to the road. the car started to slow down slightly, so she tapped the gas a few times and it picked back up. it didn't startle her; the car was really old, and she was used to such things. just as long as it didn't keep up, they'd be fine. the university was located about half an hour from town, a short drive along a well-maintained country road. the only problem would be if ayame's car decided to stop running. they were driving in front of a semi.

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[[D3m3tr1Dynam1t3]] I‘m what y0u‘v3 always want3d_x3 says:

Demetri realized the car's speed was not constant. He knew that couldn't be too good, but it must not have been very bad either, for the girl was not saying anything about it. He, instead, decided to just continue the small talk.

"I play soccer a lot," he replied, "I'm the sporty one in my family. My brother is the musical one, and then we have three older sisters who do God knows what."

His face twisted in thought, and he tried to think of the other things he did during his spare time.

"Videogames are fun too I guess. I'd rather be outside though."



“Sick and tired of this world,
There‘s no more air.
Tripping over myself, going nowhere.
Waited, suffocated, no direction.”
-Ryan Cabrera “On The Way Down“

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ZaNix3_[[I g0 0ff l1k3 a gun_<,<]] says:

Zander glanced over at the smoker, suddenly rather grateful that he had crushed the cigarette into the ground. He could tolerate smoke. His best friend smoked back at home. Zane had smoked. He himself had smoked for a while, only to quit a month later. It had never quite held the same satisfaction to him that it held for other people. Yet for some reason, he was glad this new guy had put out the cigarette.

"You looked quite lonely over there, you know?" he said, trying to strike up conversation.

Zander was in no means king of smalltalk, unless it was about music or business. Those two things he could talk for hours about. Even better was a music business. He couldn't wait to graduate from college and open his own record label, music store and have a clothing line. There was so much the young man planned on accomplishing in his life. He wanted to make something out of himself, unlike his father who had "been hit by a train."

“Tonight is the alive
With the promise of a street fight
And there’s money on the table
Says your cheap shots won’t be able to break bones.
I’ve yet to break a sweat.”-All Time Low

[PiiNK - l o l l i P0P]

ayame mitsui
MmM... BuBBL3Z
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ayame smiled when she heard what he did for fun. a man after my own heart she thought, sighing.

"videogames are fun. i liked kingdom hearts."

then she looked at the speedometer. the dial was moving, and not up. down. that was not good. she tapped the gas a few times to try and pick it up, but nothing happened. s**t ayame was thinking. the last thing she needed was for her car to stop functioning on the country road about 30 miles from any civilization. however, her car didn't seem to get that stalling or dying wouldn't be a good thing. the speed continued to drop. the semi behind them was growing dangerously close. she glanced over at demetri and noticed that he wasn't wearing a seatbelt. she cursed under her breath. and that's when the car's engine gave out completely. ayame jumped so hard her foot slammed on the break, causing the car to go from 50 to zero in about two seconds. the semi wasn't expecting that and rammed into the back of the car. ayame felt her body going forward with the impact, and heard the deafening crunch from the back of the car. the last thing she knew before she lost consciousness was her face coming into contact with the airbag. oh s**t was the last thing that passed through her mind before blackness took over. she hoped demetri was okay...

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[[D3m3tr1Dynam1t3]] I‘m what y0u‘v3 always want3d_x3 says:

Demetri felt the sudden impact of the semi-truck into the back of the car and felt his body being thrown violently forward. The air back had deployed just in time, crushing into Demetri's body as he was thrown forward. He felt bones he had forgot he had cracking, and muscles suddenly tensing and becoming sore, causing immense amounts of blinding pain coursing through his body. He had no idea what exactly had happened. He found it painful to breath, painful to see, painful to exist. His glance fell upon Aya, who had lost conciousness, and prayed to God or whatever was out there that the truck driver had stopped and called for help.



“Sick and tired of this world,
There‘s no more air.
Tripping over myself, going nowhere.
Waited, suffocated, no direction.”
-Ryan Cabrera “On The Way Down“

[samwiches]

00 BBY iiT'S EMMY
♥signed sealed delivered♥

He waited for the other's response and when he saw the other had resorted to his fingers he fidgeted a little but nodded slightly in response, when suddenly in registered - lately - in his mind. "T-...!" That's his dorm! He had been unable to finish the sentence. He didn't exactly have anyone to miss. He had never gone to a camp before, or been anywhere besides.. Well, nowhere. He had always been in the same place, his entire life...

"U-unpack?" Emmy asked, his warm brown eyes wide and wondering why the question had been asked when again he noticed the late detail of full duffel bag at the other's side. "O-oh! I unpacked some already... I.." At least he knew now - or should be comforted - in the fact that his roommate wasn't completely obnoxious or scary...! Right? Well.. he was actually a little freaked out by Sam as he stood up. His short frame.. Well, he was quite shorter than the other. Tall... person.

He gave him a weak little smile and bobbed his head cutely. "I.. I can help you.. if you want.."

And there’s never any rain, when you want it...


A hollow little game, and you’ve won it...


Looking for a thrill but you’ve done it all...


So long, put your blue jeans back on girl.

[PiiNK - l o l l i P0P]

kyoshi mitsui
LiiF3'S 4 G4MBL3

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kyoshi felt colour rising in his face at ian's comment on his looks. he looked up at his friend, smiling and wiping the tears from his eyes completely.

"so do you. you still look as great as you did when i first saw you."

it was a bit sappy, but it was true. kyoshi still found ian as attractive as always. he almost wished they could get back together, but realized it probably wouldn't work out. they'd both changed somewhat. they were both different people now. still, kyoshi could dream. and it was a sweet dream for him. he smiled.

[.Jade.Ariel.]

.E.l.i.j.a.h. Grant R o s e

Elijah blinked as the other male addressed him, saying he looked 'lonely'. The male blinked, continuing to bite down on the metal encircling his lip ring. He folded his arms, glancing at the ground before looking back to the other. Elijah had been quite content with his cigarette and his people-watching, and he didn't feel lonely at all... but it seemed the other male thought he had been lonely, so he had called him over. Eli didn't mind that either.

"Ehh... I guess." He half-smiled at the other, glancing at the one with the bass. He wasn't really one to go up to someone and start a conversation, but he would respond to someone speaking to him. "Thanks," Eli added as an after-thought, kicking his shoe into the ground. "So..." The dark-haired male started, glancing up at the other, his brown eyes meeting the other's, a slightly awkward expression on his face. His eyes flicked to the blonde splotch in the other's hair; he had obviously missed it before. It looked really bad on certain people, but it suited him. Wait... I don't even know this guy's name... Eli wasn't about to ask though. The other had wanted to talk to him, and not the other way around.