Ｃarpe Ｄiem ✷ Boys Prep. School [accepting!!]

[Siobhan-Chevron]

sexisadrugsexismoon jong upthat slut
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the good part comes between wanting and needing when it’s less about love and more about feeling

Moon smiled brightly when he heard his best friend through the crowd.
Seriously- it's like he and Darwin were the same exact person sometimes. They fulfilled eachother. Every time Moon was around Darwin he just felt like.. like it was meant to be that way. They were two halves of the same whole. Or two identical non-identical wholes.
Or something like that.
Whatever. He trusted Darwin with everything, and he felt like.. like he could be around Darwin every second of every day and would never get sick of him. annyong Darwin~ he smiled up at the boy whose arms were around him.

Deandre. Ooh what a gorgeous name. for a gorgeous man. Moon couldn't help but to look him over one more time. He didn't want to scare the boy off.. but Moon felt like a jungle cat scoping out its prey. Or a shark. Or something along similar metaphor lines- whatever. He wondered for a moment if Deandre would want to get off during his first hour at school. Cause Moon definitely would want that.

Ew; getting high. That was always a turn off for Moon, honestly. He never got high, he didn't like watching people get high, and he didn't like that Darwin participated in the act of it so often. But then again he didn't mind either. It's not like he would call people out on it or anything like that. He just didn't like it very much and would never allow it to come up in conversation. He used to be friends with people who would get high like 24/7, and whenever they were up in the clouds they'd think it was okay to touch Moon and try to do things with him as much as they wanted, even when he didn't like it. Just because they knew he was a little promiscuous slut, they thought he'd want to ******** them too.. It just bothered him a lot. People aren't themselves when they're high, and he never appreciated it. Ever.
Then again, he didn't really know much about it because he had never been high himself.

Moon let it slide and laughed a little. No, we've just been best friends for a long time. Darwin's like my soul mate without really being my soul mate. his tone had changed a little, and he glanced up at Darwin. Moon knew he'd understand.
He was no longer interested in this one, and if Darwin wanted to try with Deandre he'd be entirely fine with it- he was fair game. Personal backgrounds and lack of anything exciting other than 'getting high' often just took all the fun away for Moon. He wanted to ******** interesting people. And he understood that this was the first time he and Deandre had spoken and maybe there were actually a ton of interesting things about him- but Moon also liked trying to get people in bed who thought too much of themselves or who talked about themselves all the time. It just made the game a hundred times more enticing. Let's head inside~? Moon suggested, leading them along slowly. Just in case they didn't want to go in just yet.

So London, huh? My friend lives in London so I hang out there with him from time to time. he pointed up ahead. That one. The red head~ Random was holding hands and leading along some new kid who Moon had never seen before.
But damn he was cute.
Maybe Red would play wingman for him~
Do you live there or do you just have family there? Moon cooed. He wasn't really interested.. and it was quite obvious. He would do that often- rudely ignore people and focus on other things. But most of the time it was difficult to actually care about anything other than himself, and what was wrong with that? Absolutely nothing.
There were so many attractive people around, how was he supposed to focus on just one who went to London and worked and got high all the time?

They entered the assembly and Moon glanced at Red, who was pulling the boy away from Sawyer.
Oooh~ Sawyer. Moon had always wished he could sleep with that man. It would be his biggest achievement. He often thought about running his pearly white fingers through Sawyer's long hair, having it hang over him like an elegant veil while he was thrust into.
God- even if Sawyer only did it to release tension, Moon would be fine with that. He was accustomed to being used for such things. No one ever actually had sex with him because they badly wanted to- People just had sex with Moon because they could. Because he was a toy that got passed around from boy to boy.
And that bothered him sometimes, that no one would ever love him the way he wished and dreamed he could be loved.
But most of the time he was alright with it.

As long as he was getting attention.

Moon made eye contact with Sawyer and waved at him flirtatiously, checking him out and putting up both thumbs to tell the boy without yelling across the room that he looked great. Just.. fantastic. Positively edible. Ugh. It was so unfair that Sawyer ignored him all the time, especially since Moon tried so hard to learn more about him. He didn't really realize it because he was too busy thinking about sex- but Sawyer was exactly the kind of friend Moon needed. Someone who wasn't bent on sticking their d**k into him. Someone who didn't think about getting high all the time- who wasn't always wondering what their next adventure would be.
He needed a friend who cared less, who could show Moon how to not give a ********.


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moomule4




superfaptural




kill the spectre

[Siobhan-Chevron]

We`ll go up in the clouds *↗`cause the view`s a littler nicer --
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i f xo o n l y xo i xo h a d xo a xo l i t t l e xo b i t xo m o r e ★ xoTIME WITH YOU :: WE WOULD GOxo UP xo/xo UP xo/xo UP !
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Andrew just smiled and held back from rolling his eyes. Of course Varen flew off the handle with excitement. He always tended to do that- but Drew loved that about his best friend. Sometimes it was contagious. Andrew used to get hyper-actively excited as well, actually. He would scream and sing and be crazy alongside his best friend.
But the chemotherapy had just taken away so much of his energy; Drew was unsure of how to get it back.

Thatcher seemed to have an eventful summer. Well- as eventful as it could be when you're at work constantly. Andrew used to have a job over the summer, too. He would work there constantly- but it was never a problem. Andrew loved his job at the coffee shop. Everyone was nice and the customers absolutely loved him and he got to learn how to make great coffees!
But Andrew had quit his job and said goodbye to all the employees and the regulars who he talked to a lot. He'd spent to much time in the hospital this past summer to be able to actually keep a job.

Andrew gasped a little when Howl showed them the bike. Oh my god, it's gorgeous! he stated, completely taken in by the sight of it. He'd always frikkin loved motorcycles. So much. Andrew had always wished he knew how to drive one- that would be so amazing!! Maybe Howl would be nice and take him for a ride some day.

Drew slipped his crutches under his arms and smiled Hey, yeah~ we should probably head in. I kind of.. Why did this always happen? He'd always turn pink and stammer whenever talking about him.. I wanted to say hello to Parker before all this started. I haven't talked to him all summer either. he smiled at his friends.

ooc: such short, i am sorry. it's 5am

kill the spectre




superfaptural

[Koolaidpopsicle]

Sommer watched Random while he seemed to zone out for a minute, slightly worried. A fleeting thought that Random could actually be the murderer he was telling Sommer to watch out for, but he dismissed it as the product of too many classic horror novels he was forced to read. Although he actually enjoyed those sometimes...

He didn't realize that he'd been lost in thought too, until Random took his hand. It took Sommer by surprise; his family barely ever touched him. Barely ever as in a hug from his mom when he left for school, and sometimes when he came back. Nobody ever held his hand. The feeling was alien; the other boy's hand was soft and warm with long fingers. He considered pulling away because he didn't know how to comfortably do this. Did he hold on tighter? Looser? Was his hand too warm? Was it sweaty? He was pretty sure boys weren't supposed to do this, but maybe it was different here. He certainly didn't want to be rude, and as they entered a thick crowd he was grateful for it. It was reassuring in a way. Still unnerving, but also helpful.

By the time he was done fretting they had reached the auditorium. Random released his hand with a final squeeze, and gave him a smile. Sommer hesitantly returned it. He was sure Random had been speaking, but he couldn't remember what he said. He'd been too distracted by the contact. It seemed pretty pathetic to him, and now he was at a loss trying to ask the redhead to repeat himself without being rude. Maybe he would say the crowd had been too loud, or something.

He found himself absently rubbing the hand that Random had held. He dropped his hands to his side.

He had just a moment to examine the crowd and find... a girl? What was a girl doing here? He looked at her curiously before Random tugged him aside, warning him about a boy who was standing nearby. Sommer realized for the first time how panicked the redhead was, and felt himself growing wary because of it. He looked at the subject of Random's fear and studied him carefully, making sure he knew to avoid that face. He could have been fine, could have been perfectly nice. Random could be an a*****e just jerking his chain. He'd met a few of those guys. But the panic was genuine. It was coming in waves now; he could almost smell it. It was concerning. His hand was being held again, but this time he barely noticed. Most of his attention was being used to try and figure out what the hell was going on.

Suddenly Random was studying him, and it made him uncomfortable. He didn't like attention, never had.

'Are you real?' the other boy said. Sommer was trying to formulate some response, or at least understand the question first, when Random's hand was on his cheek. To his horror, Sommer felt his cheeks burn with the blush he knew was blooming on his cheeks. It was mortifying, and he couldn't do much but stay still while Random, what, studied him? Tested him? Who knows, but his hand was warm and Sommer had no idea what to do in this situation. He did nothing.

"Wh-What?" He asked finally, when he was released. "Uhm... Twenty-eight. He said finally, not quite understanding why that was important. But Random looked on the edge of a panic attack now. Sommer wasn't sure where this was coming from, but he had taken a few basic medical training classes before and thought he remembered what to do.

Stepping forward towards the redhead, he reached up hesitantly and placed his hand on the other boy's shoulder. He tried coaxing his attention back on himself (though it wasn't something that was comfortable for him) by speaking in a voice as soothing as he could manage. "You're not asleep. I'm real, everything is fine. You don't need to help me out. Here, see," he said, gently taking the other boy's hand and putting it on his chest. "breathe with me. Everything is alright."

He really hoped he wasn't being totally ignorant and making it worse. At the same time, he really hoped Random wasn't just an a*****e jerking his chain. That would suck.


ezra the butt

::Thanks, I'm terrible at math. uwu Sorry Sommer's so awkward::