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x3_14N-T41L5->[[T4k3n by S4m<3 b3 j34l0u5, b4rb135]] says:
Ian would admit that he was by no means innocent, and right now, he was proving just that. He bit down on his bottom lip and tried focus on his own frozen ice. It was hard to do with Sam licking on the ice the way he was. Ian sighed, trying to focus else where. Obviously his own Popsicle was nothing stare at. He looked around, spotting Malibu Slut Bucket Barbie cavorting with the lifeguard. She was less sexual to watch than his boyfriend, so he stared at her a moment. But he didn't want her to get the wrong idea so he couldn't stare there very long either.
"These things are a bad idea," he groaned, thinking out loud and staring down at his own popsicle for a moment.
"You’re still the one I run to,
The one that I belong to.
You’re still the one I want for life.
You’re still the one that I love,
The only one I dream of.
Still the one I kiss goodnight.”
Shania Twain.
The one that I belong to.
You’re still the one I want for life.
You’re still the one that I love,
The only one I dream of.
Still the one I kiss goodnight.”
Shania Twain.
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Sam stopped in midlick, put his tongue back in his mouth, and stared at the popsicle. It was pink, slightly melting, and obviously the cause of Ian's discomfort. His face fell as it dawned upon him what his companion was thinking. The boy nudged the shorter of the pair with an elbow smiling slightly to let him know he was kidding, "Dude, never thought you'd rather look at Barbie rather than me just because a popsicle. Perv."
It was beginning to creep into his mind that eating these were not the best idea. But, as there wasn't an ice cream vending machine, this was the best he could get at the moment. Shrugging, he bent down slightly to be closer to Ian's eye level. He smiled broadly, and bit off a hunk of the popsicle.
Because oh because
I've f a l l e n quite hard over, over you
If I didn’t know you, I'd rather not know
If I couldn’t have you, I'd rather be alone
I never knew just what it was about this old coffee shop
I love so much
A l l of the while I never knew
I never knew just what it was about this old coffee shop
I love so much
All of the while, I never knew
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Ian's eyes widened as Sam bit into the popsicle. Any sexual thought he may have had at that moment disappeared completely. Biting into the popsicle had just taken it a bit too far.
"Evil Samson, so evil," he said, reaching up and licking at his own popsicle. He smirked at the other male, "Think I'll go play with Barbie a while." He slid the popsicle between his lips, giving Sam a playful wink, and began to walk in the direction of the Barbie. Two could play Sam's game.
"You’re still the one I run to,
The one that I belong to.
You’re still the one I want for life.
You’re still the one that I love,
The only one I dream of.
Still the one I kiss goodnight.”
Shania Twain.
The one that I belong to.
You’re still the one I want for life.
You’re still the one that I love,
The only one I dream of.
Still the one I kiss goodnight.”
Shania Twain.
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Sam frowned, as he watched his boyfriend saunter towards the blonde they now recognized as Barbie. He didn't fail to notice that Ian had now stuck his popsicle in his mouth, and had the boy's thoughts echo in his own mind. Grunting in disgust at himself, he pushed the dirty thoughts away. 'Fight fire with fire, Sam. Ian's flirting. I can... Dammit, what can I do? Too shy to do the same.'
As he struggled to come up with an idea, he watched the twenty year old become closer to Barbie. The tall boy frowned, tugging the towel off his shoulders, he began towards Ian. But his plans were soon canceled when a pair of girls entered the pool area, caught sight of Samson, and squealed. 'Oh God, no fangirls, please.' Although he had been pretending for a while, he often got approached by fans. And to his disappoint meant, they were. The taller girl gave the brunet the once over, and her face brightened immediately. "Hey, you're Sam from Single Digit Sex, right? 'Cause you look awful like him, he being really hot and unusually tall." In response, he merely turned a deep red and opened his mouth, closed and swallowed and stammered out, "Y-y-yeah, that'd b-be me."
(( OH NO, FANGIRLS. ))
Because oh because
I've f a l l e n quite hard over, over you
If I didn’t know you, I'd rather not know
If I couldn’t have you, I'd rather be alone
I never knew just what it was about this old coffee shop
I love so much
A l l of the while I never knew
I never knew just what it was about this old coffee shop
I love so much
All of the while, I never knew
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Ian heard somebody talking to Sam, and he didn't like the way the girls were giggling. Turning around, he saw the group of girls giggling and gawking at the older male. That wouldn't work. No, Ian wasn't going to let his boyfriend be swept away by this set of Barbies. He had just now gotten his Sam back. He made his way over to the group of people. A few of the girls redirected their attention towards the blond, recognizing him as the band's bassist. He grinned at them, thanking them for their support.
Vaguely, he wondered if the girls had seen their scene in the pool. There certainly weren't many people that had missed it. How would one miss the scene of two boys all over one another in the pool? It made the grin on his face a little longer. He subconsciously reached down and linked his fingers with Sam, squeezing his hand as though to say 'I'm sorry.'
A girl looked down, noting their hands locked inside one another's. She tilted her head sideways, looking up at the two.
"Are you two, you know, an item?"
Ian wanted to scream yes. He wanted to just grab Sam then and there and make it more obvious than that girl could imagine. But something stopped him. He wanted to know how Sam would answer. He decided he'd leave it up to the older male to answer.
"I promise you,
As a lover and a friend,
I will love you like I'll never love again,
With everything I am.”
As a lover and a friend,
I will love you like I'll never love again,
With everything I am.”
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The brunet looked from the girl, to his and the other boy's hands intertwined, and back to the girl. Sticking out his chin in an almost proud manner, the blushing boy replied, "Yeah." That's all he could manage out, it seeming to be almost as if he was part of the band again. He had often seen pictures of the group with fans and always appeared the same- bashful and completely mortified.
But despite his obvious discomfort, the blond had given him slight confidence, or rather just enough to admit their being 'an item' as she had put it. Sammy smiled weakly, trying to soften the blow a little, but it was of no use. The girls were obviously put out, and excused themselves almost immediately after the tall male's confirmation.
(( : D whoo!~ ))
Because oh because
I've f a l l e n quite hard over, over you
If I didn’t know you, I'd rather not know
If I couldn’t have you, I'd rather be alone
I never knew just what it was about this old coffee shop
I love so much
A l l of the while I never knew
I never knew just what it was about this old coffee shop
I love so much
All of the while, I never knew
Sweet Roggie
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Ian smiled faintly as he watched the girls leave. It almost put him down that they only wanted to talk to Sam because he was some cute guy from a band. They were missing out on everything else there was to Sam. Of course, Ian shrugged it off, marking it off as their own loss because he had Sam. He wouldn't miss out on anything if he could help it.
"Maybe the pool was a bad idea," sighed the blond, allowing his hand to unlink from Sam's, "We don't seem to be getting any good kinds of attention. Other than, 'Hey, he's hot.' Not that they're not right or anything. It's just---I just--I can't explain it. I know it sounds weird, but I don't want the attention. At least not this kind. I just wanted to spend the day with my boyfriend."
He shrugged his shoulders and sat on the edge of a nearby beach chair.
[[-patpat- Poor Ian. XD]]
"I p r o m I s e you
As l o v e r and a f r I e n d
I will l o v e you,
Like I‘ll n e v e r love again,
With e v e r y t h I n g I am.”
As l o v e r and a f r I e n d
I will l o v e you,
Like I‘ll n e v e r love again,
With e v e r y t h I n g I am.”
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The boy's brow creased, wearing a thoughtful expression as he sat beside Ian. He knew what Ian meant, he just wanted to be like any other guy with a boyfriend. He didn't want to be some famous ex-musician and his ex-bandmate, or a has-been. Samson just wanted to be left in peace, and not have to deal with badgering strangers. He sighed, wishing that was possible. Looking at the melting popsicle tube in his hand, he sipped the juice, and rasped back, "Then let's get outta here. Don't feel like swimming much anyhow."
Chomping on the remains of the frozen ice, he pondered on where they would be able to go. Perhaps if he got his hair cut and dyed again he wouldn't be so recognizable. But picturing himself with shorter blond hair, the twenty-one year old pulled a disgusted face, and banished the thought from his mind. Blond was never going to be his thing. Sam looked around the pool area, observing the other college students frolic and mess around in the water. He couldn't seem to find any enjoyment in this, when Ian was sitting next to him. Glancing his blue eyes to check on the boy, he grimaced somewhat. He didn't really know where to go, nor did he know how to please Ian. The brunet couldn't help but wonder whether or not he could do it anymore without physical contact.
((Insecurities. -shakeshead- ))
Because oh because
I've f a l l e n quite hard over, over you
If I didn’t know you, I'd rather not know
If I couldn’t have you, I'd rather be alone
I never knew just what it was about this old coffee shop
I love so much
A l l of the while I never knew
I never knew just what it was about this old coffee shop
I love so much
All of the while, I never knew
ambivalently shota
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Ian had never been good at words. He learned that very early on in relationships. He was much more of a physical person. Cuddling and things of that nature came easy to Ian. He could say more with his body language than his mouth could ever mutter. Of course, right now, that seemed to be the problem. His face fell for a moment when Sam began to speak again. Sam didn't seem very enthusiastic anymore. Ian sighed, standing up and grabbing for his tee shirt. He slid it over his thin frame and glanced over at Sam once more.
"Are you okay? I mean you just seem kind of down all of a sudden? Did I do something?" The blond's face twisted as he asked, and he found he had to look down at the ground. He certainly hoped he hadn't done anything. They had only been together a few hours. It was too early for him to mess up.
"I p r o m I s e you
As l o v e r and a f r I e n d
I will l o v e you,
Like I‘ll n e v e r love again,
With e v e r y t h I n g I am.”
As l o v e r and a f r I e n d
I will l o v e you,
Like I‘ll n e v e r love again,
With e v e r y t h I n g I am.”
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Koido hardly realized he'd fallen asleep until he woke up. His coffee was still standing up and unspilled, surprisingly, but his neck was sore, and there was a red mark on his arm from where his head had been resting. He sat up, stretching his arms out and groaning slightly. Tasting his coffee, he made a face and threw it out in the nearby garbage can. Briefly, very briefly, he debated texting Jesse to see what she was up to, but he figured that she was still feeling mad at him and that it would be a good idea to leave her alone for a bit. Sighing, he left the cafeteria again. "I feel all.. depressed. Why the hell?" Sighing yet again in a rather depressed and let-down way, he walked back to his dorm, collected an acoustic guitar that his uncle had given him, and went to sit outside and practice his chords. He was still learning to play the guitar anyway. Closing his eyes he opened his mouth and started singing to a song he had memorized.
"How cruel is the golden rule?
When the lives we lived are only golden-plated
And I knew that the lights of the city were too heavy for me
And though I carry karats for everyone to see
And I saw God cry in the reflection of my enemies
And all the lovers with no time for me
And all of the mothers raised their babies
To stay away from me
Tongues on the sockets of electric dreams
Where the sewage of youth drown the spark of my tears
And I knew that the lights of the city were too heavy for me (too heavy for me)
And though I carry karats for everyone to see (everyone to see)
And I saw God cry in the reflection of my enemies
And all the lovers with no time for me
And all of the mothers raised their babies
To stay away from me
And pray they don't grow up to be me"
"How cruel is the golden rule?
When the lives we lived are only golden-plated
And I knew that the lights of the city were too heavy for me
And though I carry karats for everyone to see
And I saw God cry in the reflection of my enemies
And all the lovers with no time for me
And all of the mothers raised their babies
To stay away from me
Tongues on the sockets of electric dreams
Where the sewage of youth drown the spark of my tears
And I knew that the lights of the city were too heavy for me (too heavy for me)
And though I carry karats for everyone to see (everyone to see)
And I saw God cry in the reflection of my enemies
And all the lovers with no time for me
And all of the mothers raised their babies
To stay away from me
And pray they don't grow up to be me"
You're a chance t a k e r, heartbreaker
Got me w r a p p e d around your finger
Chance t a k e r, heartbreaker
Got me w r a p p e d around your finger
I got your r u n a w a y smile in my piggybank b a b y
G o n n a cash it right in for a new M e r c e d e s
If I d r i v e a hundred thousand miles
Would you let me s t a y a while?
Got me w r a p p e d around your finger
Chance t a k e r, heartbreaker
Got me w r a p p e d around your finger
I got your r u n a w a y smile in my piggybank b a b y
G o n n a cash it right in for a new M e r c e d e s
If I d r i v e a hundred thousand miles
Would you let me s t a y a while?
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Akio sipped his coffee, which slowly emptying it as he hurriedly drank it. He didn't really have many hobbies. He had been too social at Emerlie to have time to sit down and develop any hobbies to call his own. Writing for him wasn't a hobby. It came naturally. The words seemed to flow with little effort. It was more of a talent, an art. Thinking about it for a moment, he realized most his 'hobbies' weren't really hobbies at all.
"I don't think I really have any," the pink haired male finally stated, "I mean I do a lot of stuff, but none of them are really hobbies. For instance, I snowboard. It's not a hobby, but more of a sport. I think my hobbies really depend on which part of the globe I'm on. Can't really snowboard in Hawaii, you know?" The boy laughed for a moment before continuing, "I guess, that was a pretty lame question to ask."
“So cynical, oh baby.
I can dish it ‘cause I know how to take it.
You’re never going to win them all.
So ******** them if they can’t a joke.”
