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

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Generally the Summer goes by so slow, just barely trudging on and refusing to move forward. Andrew dislikes the Summer more than any other season because he doesn't get to see his friends- and seeing his friends is something that makes him incredibly happy. Of course; there's always Varen. Varen had been by his side forever, and it would continue to be that way.
well.. until it wasn't possible anymore.
But Andrew didn't want to think about that; he wanted to think about school! Not about Summer or any of the things that happened that Summer.
It wasn't a very good one..
He'd spent most of it in and out of hospitals and lying to his best friend about his whereabouts, saying he was visiting grandparents and junk like that.

So yeah- there was school. And he couldn't wait to be back.
The plane ride to England was boring and long and it was even worse because for some reason this year it wasn't coordinated so that Chris and Drew would travel together the whole way. He was alone. Which meant Varen was alone.. and Andrew hated the idea of his best friend being all by himself, so he was continuously sending texts to the boy until the airline lady asked him to put his phone away.
Which he did.
Because Andrew doesn't like breaking rules.

Andrew got off the plane, walking slowly down the small flight corridor. He was continuously apologizing to people and letting them pass- he didn't exactly walk as fast as he used to, even with the crutches. Everyone was kind and accommodating, but they still just passed on by. No one offered to help him with his bags.
Not even when he picked up all of his luggage at the pickup station and had to walk and push this huge cart with a years worth of clothing and supplies all by himself and try to keep his body up right and still hold onto the crutches and why the heck did they have to get varen tickets on a different plane??! Andrew huffed and gave up, sitting down (more like falling down) onto a bench and putting his crutches off to the side, his head in his hands. Drew pulled out his phone.


_____To: Varenbby <3 <3
Babe I can't make it I'm just gonna like
wait at the airport for you because this is really lame.
I look like a turd right now. I need helppp D:



Andrew pressed send just as he heard a voice close to him, probably speaking to him... maybe. Drew looked up curiously, big eyes shining like a deer in headlights. There was an older gentleman looking down at him. "I'm sorry..?" Andrew bit his bottom lip, feeling terrible that he had no idea what the man had just said. He was much older, maybe his grandfather's age. But he looked agile and healthy and he had a superbly handsome smile.
Do you need some help, son? the man repeated.

Oh! My god- yes. Yeah, I really do, actually. he jumped up, regretting it immediately when his left knee gave out and he just slipped right back down again. The older man caught him by the arm and handed him his crutches. Thank you. I'm sorry.. Andrew huffed a little. But the man had no problem with it.

So it turned out he did have help to the doors, and the man even helped him get all of his things into the taxi cab. He was so kind, Andrew paid him and thanked him profusely and gave him a hug before he left for the school. The day was starting off just fine, and Andrew had a huge smile on his face. Not that it wasn't normal for him to have a huge smile on his face- he always did. Constantly. No matter what the situation was, Andrew would always
find a way to smile through it. There is no such thing as pure darkness- light will always come from somewhere and that's what he latches onto.
It didn't bother him that the Summer was terrible.
It didn't bother him that he wasn't going to be able to get up and down the stairs by himself.
It didn't bother him that he would have to tell his best friend that he only had eight months to live.. not right now at least. But it would. Unfortunately that's just one thing that Andrew couldn't quite get ahold of. He could be
optimistic and smile all he wanted- but deep down he was always going to be very scared of the inevitable future.
Especially for Varen's sake.

The school doors were wide open and a few of his friends came out to greet him and help him bring his things inside. They were all labeled like how they were supposed to be, so as soon as they were left at the door they
would be brought to his room for him- just like with every other student.

Drew set his things down and allowed them to be taken away, waving a hello to the people who came to take them. Students and families were going in and out of the school- mostly in- and Andrew kept smiling at them and
waving hello to them as well. He had sat down on the bottom step.
Partly because he didn't want to make a fool of himself in front of all these people by trying to get up them by himself.
But mostly because he wanted to wait for Varen. Or anyone, really. He just wanted to see his friends again- the idea of seeing them, especially Parker, after all Summer made his heart pound like a drum in his chest and a smile
bloom like a ray of sunshine on his cheeks.

[hard cider]

The first day jitters were no longer a factor, this late in his career. Francis's anxiety has ceased to be butterflies fluttering excitement and instead became a tight bundle of nerves in the bottom of his gut. Sitting on the train, he felt heavy and uncomfortable and like maybe he needed to s**t but probably not since he'd done so just before leaving home. His mother had cursed him for leaving the bathroom window shut just before kissing his cheek goodbye and hurrying him out the door... lest he be late. The Shiozaki family was never late but rather always early- a habit that Francis wasn't fond of when the doors didn't open until noon.

Or maybe it was eleven? Ten? Time ceased to matter when at his stop he moved upward to light a joint in an alley like the stoner scum he was. There was a little plastic baggy buried deep in his backpack of the tightly rolled j's. Good but sparse, he reminded himself when he'd tucked them away last night- he would have to be careful with what he had left of his stash if he hoped to make it through the first month... Well, couple weeks maybe, he reasoned as he pinched the cherry off the tip and tucked the half-burnt semblance of desperation back in to the baggie.

Muggy Manchester in September made the walk from where his cab dropped him off to the front steps of the school a bit sweaty, especially with his duffle bag weighing him down. A man in a suit insisted on taking it from him, which at first Francis resisted. It had to be explained to him that they were simply going to deliver it to his room for him. This was naturally suspect for Francis, who clung a little too tightly to his backpack when the school official (or the thief/cop in a Manchester Prepatory School's clothing) tried to help him tag it. "Don't worry, we'll get it to your room alright," he promised.

Francis had never been to a place like this, except once in Cannes when his parents stayed in a very posh hotel where the bellhop carried his bag for him. At his old school they weren't even allowed lockers, so the incredible lightness he felt as he carried himself up the steps was something new entirely. It was possible this session wouldn't be so miserable after all, he figured.

[dollrat]

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Summer was over. The idea hadn't really dawned on the boy until he was in a plane, flying over to a town close to the boarding school that became his home for a year. Sitting by his parents, Adi was under severe supervision; his parents didn't want him cussing out a random kid. Not that that would stop him. If some kid was kicking his backseat over and over he was going to cuss him out whether his parents liked it or not. Luckily, however, there was no kid behind him. Only a man somewhat older than him listening to music so loudly that Adi could hear it, which didn't irk him as much but still annoyed him. A lot.

After the plane landed, his parents quickly ushered him into a taxi that would take him to the academy. They assured him they would be there in time to say goodbye. He'd rather that they didn't get there in time. Adi didn't hate his parents, but he didn't like them either. The disappointment in their eyes were forever present. They wanted him to make something of himself, but all he did was become a screw up who liked to sleep around with students and teacher. It wasn't until they first sent him to Manchester did he notice that they started becoming more hopeful about his future. After that first year the hope was gone. Adi considered it a victory.

The taxi ride was long. Way longer than he expected. Even after trying to preoccupy himself by texting random people. He ended up staring outside as the town dwindled and gave way to tons of green. He also tried making small talk with the taxi driver, but he seemed disinterested in talking to a eighteen year old. He would've rather been with his parents than in this taxi, and that's saying something. Sitting in silence was not what Adi liked. Even some music would've made him happy at this point, but the taxi driver didn't even make a move to turn on the music. He stayed in a stoic, statue-like position the whole time. His hands being the only things moving that Adi could see. Then again, there was a seat blocking his view from the driver body. For all he knew, the driver could be listening to music his own.

Finally, after probably two hours of driving, the academy came into view. Along with various cars and a courtyard filled with students and their parents. The driver pulled over in front of the sidewalk, then gave Adi a look that said "get lost, kid." Adi said nothing as he got out. He slammed the door shut, anger boiling up over the driver's attitude. He went to the back to get stuff, grabbing two bags: both were filled with clothes with a few necessities forced into the bottom. He struggled to carry them to the door, but he did it. A man took the two bags, a kind smile basically plastered like a mask onto his face. Adi said nothing as he walked in.

People bumped into him as Adi made his way towards the auditorium for the yearly assembly that he had heard too many times. He made small talk with people who said something to him, but was all too drained from the taxi ride and plane. He needed a beer, but he doubted he would get one at the assembly.

Finally getting to the auditorium, he glanced around. People were all over the place. Students standing with students, students standing with parents, students standing alone. Adi ended up standing by a teacher that he had never seen anywhere. He wasn't sure why he decided it'd be a good idea to stand by a teacher, he just did. Adi sighed, then decided to make some small talk. "So, you a new teacher, eh? How long ya been teachin'? Couple a years, I bet. You look like ya got some of that teacher blues."

The man stared down at him. "You have quite the accent there, son. Not from here, are you?" Was all he said, not even answering Adi's question.

Adi was angered by that. How dare the teacher ignore his question and talk about his accent? Adi knew he had an accent, he didn't need some old loser telling him he did. "Now listen hear, ya ********' d**k. When I ask ya a question, you answer it. Got it? Good." Adi crossed his arms.

The teacher ceased to respond again, instead walking away.

"God. Hope I never have him as a teacher. ******** priss priss thinkin' hes all high and mighty cause hes a teacher. a*****e."

[unmanaged mischief]

Summer was usually the best time of the year. Rightfully so as school as s**t. No one in the right mind would look forward to a thing such as school. Summer was a time to unwind or at least in most cases. Christopher’s ritual was an exception to the unwind rule. He spent a good part of the season that he joked was “strippin’ season” indulging in the luxuries that he had missed while he was away. It didn’t matter what he did, just as long as he wasn’t home. There were the outrageous parties his old crowd still threw and of course he had been in attendance. Getting s**t-faced and getting high with old “friends” was great. Not much had changed at all and he was doing what he called ‘living life on the edge.’ Summer was practically freedom and hell be damned that he was going to embrace it. Particularly with the knowledge that he was graduating and had to make something of himself before June as he was a senior this year. Holy s**t. High school seemed to fly by and the idea of living in the real world actually scared him. More than he cared to admit. Therefore, heavy drug use and alcoholism was his crutch in order to cope. ******** school, ******** the world. Chris was wasting time by being in school and he just needed a break from it all.

There had only been one part that was missing in his summer: Andrew Turek. Andrew, his lifelong best friend of eleven years. He had missed the boy more than it was possible to miss someone. They hadn’t spent nearly as much time as Chris wanted. At the same time he always wanted to spend time with him. He couldn’t help it. While they already spent a lot of time together as is, he could never get sick of his beautiful other half. There was simply no one he could love more. Platonically speaking of course as they were not romantic. Even if they did technically propose to each other, promising to spend all of forever together... But they were seven and eight at the time and that had been with dandelion rings. There was a difference. They loved each other, just not like that. There just wasn’t a phrase that properly summarized their relationship. Best friends was the only thing that came close as Andrew had been his whole entire life for eleven straight years. There were countless of memories that built over the years and to be quite honest, Chris owed him his life. Even if they did get on each other’s nerves at times (he seriously was going to give Drew a heart attack someday), their care for each other remained the same. Nothing would change that. He would always need Drew for the rest of their life.

He had been busy the entire summer though. Or at least so he claimed with visiting his grandparents and other things that came up. Something seemed off, but Varen couldn’t quite place his hand on it. It wasn’t like his best friend in the whole entire world would purposely lie to him... right? Of course he wouldn’t. Chris was stupid for even considering that. Nevertheless, he couldn’t shake off the bad feeling and it made him feel like utter s**t. Nevertheless, it would not be long before he was reunited with his best friend. He had to stop being so damned pessimistic.

The plane ride to England had always been dreadfully slow; painful and dull as ever. It didn’t help however that the airport ******** up and they both ended up getting tickets for a different plane. On every single year that they went back to school, they rode the same plane together. Not this year. Not to mention, Chris always had to wake up early to go to the airport. The long tedious flight took approximately eight hours and he had no one to keep him company. He was beginning to become a bit antsy sitting in the plane, jittery with nerves. Which was unlike Varen- fearless and happy Varen. He should be happy with going back to school and being able to see all of his friends again. With being reunited with Drew and being back in bloody England for goddamn’s sake. There was just something... Something that he couldn’t shake off, no matter how hard he tried and it scared him more than he cared to admit. The concept of there being something wrong was scary. He couldn’t afford to lose anything he had in his life, because he had everything to lose. He was probably being paranoid. Most definitely and without a doubt, yeah. Or at least he hoped so.

Unable to sleep during the flight, Chris resorted to slouching in his seat and using his mobile. The flight attendant reminded him that he was to put it away when they were taking off or when they were landing. Otherwise, he was able to use his phone as much as he pleased. After putting his phone on airplane mode and putting his headphones in, he preoccupied himself with the highly addictive Candy Crush and spamming Drew with pouty selfies and random text messages. Approximately seven million years later and running on an hour of sleep, the plane finally landed. He walked quickly off the plane and down the small flight corridor. If he didn’t plan to fall asleep during the assembly, he needed a large coffee to get him through the rest of the day.

Fifteen minutes later with a large frappe in hand and a pair of cheap round sunglasses purchased from the souvenir shop, Chris headed off to the pickup station to pick up all of his luggage. Which was all surprisingly minimal seeing as he was staying at Manchester for roughly nine months. His excuse? Buying new clothes during the weekend in the city. Naturally. Could never have enough clothes, anyways. After grabbing his things and getting through customs, Chris pulled through towards a bench to check his mobile.

There was a text from Drew, but as he stood on top of the bench and allowed his eyes to search where they usually met- Drew was nowhere in sight. There was a chance that he got kidnapped, unable to defend himself or to run away if held by gunpoint. At the same time... There were people and security camera chances everywhere. It was his paranoid tired brain conjuring unlikely possibilities. Drew left the airport without him. Pulling his lips into a pout, he quickly typed a quick response.

[text to: drewbabu <3 <3]
i’m assuming u ditched me ):
i see how it is babe </3 </3

Pocketing his phone and jumping to the ground, Varen proceeded to wheel his trolley full of his things outside. There was a bounce to every step, compliments to the caffeine pumping through his veins as he slipped his new sunglasses to his eyes. Waving a cab down and getting into his things inside the taxi, it was only a matter of time before he was well on his way to Manchester Prep.

Approximately fifteen minutes later, the school that had become home away from home finally came into view. It was almost instinctive for Chris to brighten up, despite of the initial nerves when he was aboard the plane. As the cabbie driver pulled up to the sidewalk, Chris payed before getting out with his things.

Joining the crowd of parents and boys in the courtyard, Christopher hummed happily as he rolled his luggage behind him. While people struggled behind him to bring their heavy bags inside with them, he had no problem bringing in one large suitcase that was large enough for someone to squeeze inside if they took his things out. Before he reached the open doors, something caught his attention instead. Seated upon the first time was the person that he had been missing the entire summer. Expression lighting up like a child on Christmas, a loud scream echoed throughout the courtyard as he literally dropped his things and ran the rest of the way to Drew.

Sometimes, he forgot about Drew’s crutches and difficult it was for him to maneuver sometimes with his leg. Most people after learning that his best friend had cancer usually pitied him. Varen however pretended that it wasn’t actually a problem. Either way, the first thing he did after bringing his best friend to his feet was crushing him in an infamous bear hug. ”BABY. THANK GOD YOU’RE OKAY.” Apparently, he didn’t know what speaking quietly meant. Even though they technically were still outside and he was free to scream as loud as he so desired.

People were beginning to stare and some people giggled as they passed by. Ever since Chris started attending his sophomore year, it had become rumor that they were dating. The fact that were physically affectionate with hand-holding, cuddling, and hugs didn’t exactly help cool down these rumours. Not that Varen cared or anything. He was just always happy to see his best friend.

”I LOVE YOU. SO MUCH. DON’T YOU EVER LEAVE ME AGAIN.” Again, typical Varen behaviour- being overly dramatic. At the same time, it felt so bloody good with finally being reunited.

[Tendou Satori]

hellaspacehellaspace]

Summer was wonderful. Vin adored the heat and the romance that always seemed to linger in the air. Or maybe that was just the leftover scents of sweat and sex from the night before, but anyway. The eighteen year old had gone on an extravagant trip with his parents to Spain for the break, and he couldn't remember a better time. Attending Manchester and toying with all the virtuous straight boys might have come close, but all that was nothing compared to the night he had been able to spend with older and experienced Spanish men. It was one thing to turn a straight man gay, but it was an entirely different thing to be handled by someone who was entirely in control of their body and knew what the hell they were doing. Vincent sighed wistfully at the thought of his beloved Diego back in Spain. They had shared a sort of summer fling, and it was fun to play the part of clueless foreigner and have himself given tours of the many sights by someone so chiseled and naturally handsome. It was nice to stay with one guy for more than a few nights, and there was no need for jealousy as they had both made it clear it was just for the summer. Diego had even invited a friend over once or twice to join in on their happy times...

The sound of someone clearing their throat rudely interrupted Vincent's fond memories of freckled abs and the young boy pouted as he turned his attention to his parents, who were seated across from him in the back of the family limo. The Yuleys didn't live all that far from Manchester and the drive was easily done each school year by their beloved chauffeur, Bentley. "Yes, father?" Vincent chirped pleasantly, his foggy gaze fading into a much more attentive one as he looked over at his dad. "Your mother and I just wanted to remind you to pay extra attention to your grades this year. We might have money, but that doesn't always matter when it comes to Harvard. We can easily help you with your college tuition, but it's up to you to dedicate yourself to preparing yourself for such high level schooling." Vincent's father, Charles, was old and gray by now. He was nearing in on his fifties and he had the same sort of salt and pepper hair that was admired on actors like George Clooney. His mother was around the same age with faded blond locks that always seemed to be put in a perfect bob. Rebecca Yuley was a warm woman, and Vincent had always been the apple of her eye. He was definitely a mama's boy, but that didn't mean he didn't respect and love his father as well. "I know, papa. I really did study while we were in France." Yeah, studied the shape of Diego's a**. "I've told myself that this is the year I really crack down. I'll make sure to put extra time into my studies. I really want to be a lawyer like mama." This admittance was paired with a genuine smile from Vincent, and his words seemed to bode over well with his parents, and the car ride went back to comfortable silence.


--- time skip ---


The familiar sight of his beloved boarding school had Vin suppressing one of his charming smiles. His mother, though well aware of why he was so excited, couldn't help but be happy for her son. She had always chose to ignore any signs of his homosexual tendencies, the subject always making her uncomfortable, but she did love her son. "Thank you for seeing me off again," Vin grinned, leaning across the space in the back of the car to hug both his parents. "Of course. This is the last year we'll be able to do this. We wanted to do it right," Rebecca Yuley spoke in her gentle voice, cupping her son's face between both her hands before giving him a kiss on the forehead. "Be good, Vincent. We'll see you on your next holiday break." Nodding his agreement, Vin hugged then shook hands with his father, then was trying not to fumble his way out of the car.

As soon as he was out of the limousine and breathing in the fresh air, Vin gathered up his one obnoxiously large wheeled piece of luggage and gave a mock salute to his parents and blew them a kiss. Chuckling to himself, the dark haired male tugged his bag behind him until he was met with one of the many attendants who offered to take the bag off his hands. Thanking the man, Vin nodded and pulled out his phone to text a couple of the boys he had become friends with at the school.


To: Chrissypoo
From: Vin
Baaaaaabe I've arrived and I come baring gifts of Spanish cologne.
Spain has the BEST wine, omg you need to try it some time

To: Ellie
From: Vin
Darling where are you?????
I just got here and I'm headed toward the auditorium.
We need to hold hands and talk about how great our summer was!


After the two messages had been delivered, Vin shoved his iPhone into his back pocket and proceeded to basically skip toward the auditorium. Upon entry, he spotted a familiar face cursing at a new teacher. A hand lifted to cover Vin's mouth as he giggled at his friend Adi. The other boy had such a hot temper and it always amused Vin. His usual crooked grin plastered on his face, Vin approached his friend from behind and basically threw himself over his body. "Adi Bear!" he exclaimed in the other's ear. "Babe! How was your summer, lemme get a good look at you." As he spoke, Vincent spun Adi around in a short circle, stopping when he had a view of the other boy's rear end. "Did you do some squats over summer? Is your a** perkier than usual or is it just me?" He teased, laughing to himself before dropping his hands and shoving them into his front pockets. "Did you miss me? I bet you did! I know I missed you. I have so much to tell you about my break in Spain."

hellaspacehellaspace

dubious bunny

lune--etoiles

kill the spectre

[dollrat]

xxxxx


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Adi stood at the same wall for a while. People tried making conversation with him, but he was overall pretty damn tired from the trek to Manchester. He eventually got lured away from his position near the wall by a table that held a s**t ton of food on it. While Adi was never an avid eater, he was pretty hungry since he threw up a lot on the plane. He hated planes. Adi took an apple, the only good-looking food there, and took a bite out of it. Adi had picked out a bruised one, just the boy's luck. He threw it away with only one bite in it, not really caring about wasting food. If he were starving other people could too.

Adi walked around for a bit. He talked to some attractive looking guys, ignored some parents asking him where things were, and rolled his eyes at some teachers who were playing nice with students. Adi also hated teachers. Maybe some were nice, but the others were out to get you, no matter what grades you got. Or how much you slept with them. He knew that from person experience. The vibration in his pocket alerted him to someone calling. He bet it was his parents. Hopefully calling to tell him they were going to have to go on without seeing him. Adi didn't answer. He didn't want to hear their sorrys about how they really wanted to go.

He didn't hate his parents. But they annoyed him. They would always call at least once during the day to tell him how things were going. Maybe they would tell him about how their neighbor was pregnant. Or how one of his old friends were in honors roll. Generally stuff he didn't really give a ******** about. Sometimes they talked about interesting things, like how one of his old summer flings were now getting married to a girl, or how one of the boys he had dated for like a week had gotten a girl pregnant. But most of the time it was useless ramblings that he normally didn't even pay attention to.

He finally stopped walking nearby the door. He wasn't sure what to now. He probably could've waited for someone he knew to come in and whisk him away from his state of boredom, but he hated waiting. Adi hated a lot of things that had to do with time. Like cooking, or flying, or waiting, and especially classes. Anything that took up time that he didn't particularly enjoy he hated. Things like sex, talking, and being high he enjoyed tons, though.

Luckily for the tired-of-being-here boy, someone had came. The familiar voice in his ear and the body basically on top of his were tell-tale signs. Adi rolled his eyes at Vincent. Energetic as always.

"Yo, Vin. Nice seein' ya again. ********' came right in time too. I 'bout to put a gun to my head and kill myself right then and there. Goddamn boredom. ********' people being non-interesting." He gave a lop-sided smile to his friend, which turned into a frown when the other spun him around and made a comment about his butt. Adi turned around, arms crossed. "You sayin' my a** was flat before? Nah, I'm playin. I didn't do any exercise over the summer, man. Unless you count sex as exercise. But nah, no squats this year. Just a naturally great butt." Adi winked, dropping his hands to his sides. He had to think for a bit about his summer. "Eh, nothing really eventful. ******** a few rich men, made some money, but didn't really do anything worth talkin' about. Summer was boring as ********. Basically just sat around and waited for s**t that didn't happen to happen. Now, what happened in Spain? Did ya hook up with some mega hot model dude?"




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[lune--etoiles]

Like every other teenager going back to school, Elijah was not looking forward to it one bit. Personally, he found that summer had passed by much too fast for his liking, and before he knew it August had turned into September. His summer had been enjoyable to say the least, spending most of it reeking havoc against his parents in order to get the slightest bit of attention. Practically everything Eli did was a sort of cry for them to take notice in him, however it didn’t work. It never worked. That was going to change this year though. Considering it had been his last year at Manchester Preparatory School for Boys, he had planned on going out with a bang by committing the biggest prank in the history of the school. Unofficially it was going to be his last cry of attention from his parents because surely, if they didn’t care to notice the prank that could result in who knows what kind of problems then it was just a hopeless case.

As it was expected, the Campbell’s did not join their son on his flight. (Even though they had more than enough money to do so.) They hadn’t even muttered a word to him when he left the house, he said goodbye to them of course but still, there was no response. Instead they just stared blankly at the television screen before them, pretending to be occupied so that they wouldn’t have to make eye contact. Sometimes he wondered whether or not his parents loved him deep down in their hearts or if they just had a child because it was a sort of trend amongst their friends to become a parent. Brushing off his thoughts, Elijah made his way off the plane to be greeted by his English chauffeur. The boy had two of them, an American one to drop him off at the airport and an English one to drop him off at school.

“Good day, Mr. Campbell.”
“Yeah, nice to see you, Jacques.” He said as he followed behind the middle-aged man who was now putting his bags into the trunk.

Over the course of two years, he had forgotten how long the ride to Manchester actually was. It hadn’t bothered him all the much considering he wasn’t excited for school anyways but things got boring quicker than he would have liked. Just as he was about to plug in his headphones to listen to some music, he noticed a text from Vincent. A wide grin spread across his face as he read the message. The boy had never failed to make him smile, or blush for that matter. The two boys were the opposite in the fact that Vin was extremely open about his sexuality while Eli was doing anything he could to keep that part of his life private. Once he saw the school come into view, he quickly typed up a response.

To: Vinnie
From: Elijah
Still driving but I’m almost there.
I’ll see you at the auditorium to take you up on that offer~

Despite the fact that he struggled with his sexuality on a daily basis, he always somehow found himself being rather intimate with Vin. Maybe it was just the effect he had on people. After sending the message, the car had arrived in front of the school. While Eli stepped out, taking a brief moment to adjust to his surroundings, Jacques, the chauffeur, was bringing his luggage into his room. Well except for one bag that contained his assortment of all different kinds of drugs, alcohol bottles and cigarettes. It wasn’t another year at Manchester unless he was under the influence in one-way or another. His eyes travelled around the courtyard to look for any familiar faces. Noticing the amount of parents that were there to see their son or son's off caused Eli’s heart to ache in the slightest bit. It was a dream of his to have that sort of relationship with his parents; those guys truly didn’t know how lucky they were. The brown-haired boy then caught sight of Vin and Adi and smirked to himself before making his way over to the both of them.

“Hey there, sexy.” With those words, he brought Vin in for a half-hug then let go of the boy. “Oh hi, Adi. I didn’t see you there.” He said in a joking manner. “So what did you fella’s get up to this summer? I want to hear all about the crazy s**t you guys did without me.”

OOC: i posted sooner then i thought i would lmao

[Tendou Satori]

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After being acknowledged by his partner in crime, Vin's smile only grew wider as he chuckled at the other boy's accent. It was familiar by now and Vin could easily interpret what Adi was trying to say. The subject of Adi's words were more concerning than anything. Vin wasn't all that fond of the topic of guns, and he dramatically grabbed Adi's hands when they were brought up. He let out a soft cry of protest, pouting his lower lip at the other boy. "Adi, no! Don't let them get to you. You need to be more patient, Adi Bear." Chuckling at Adi, Vin tilted his head to the side and released the other's arms to swing them at his sides. He listened attentively to the rest of Adi's comments, giggling every so often at some of the funnier comments. "Exercising is so fun, though," Vin insisted, bouncing on his heels just the slightest bit as he pleaded his point. "I run every morning and that's where my amazing legs came from," he smiled, placing a hand on Adi's shoulder so he could keep his balance while holding his leg out with a mockingly seductive expression on his face, lips pursed obnoxiously.

"And, of course, we've got the abs of steel," the brunette released Adi's shoulder as he put his leg back down. He was about to lift up his shirt and point to his stomach to accent his point when a familiar voice disrupted his train of thought. As Eli joined their slowly growing group, Vin's expression only brightened, almost impossibly so. The hug was not enough for the brunette and as soon as Eli had released him, Vin jumped on the other boy in the same way he had Adi not that long ago. "Ellie! Now I'm with my two favorite babes. I'm so happy I could cry!" Wiping at a fake tear, Vin gave both boys a quick kiss on their cheeks before taking both their hands in his.

Since both of his friends had inquired about his summer, Vincent allowed an impish grin to cover his face. "Since both of you asked, I guess I can let you in on my summer," the brunette smirked, dropping their hands as he used one to push his hair out of his face while the other rested against his hip. "Well my parents took us all out to Spain for my last summer with them and I met... a boy!" During the pause, Vin's eyes misted up dramatically and he clasped a hand over his heart. "He was older and he had such a nice a**, god. And his accent! Jesus, Adi, you would have loved him. Oh! I have a picture still." Pulling out his phone as he spoke, he scrolled through his camera roll until he came across a fuzzy picture he'd snapped in secret after one of he and Diego's love making sessions. Diego was completely naked and the photo had been taken from behind, his perfectly tanned bum outlined in a halo of light from the bathroom he was headed toward. With a dreamy sigh, Vin placed a hand on his own cheek and swayed from one side to the other as he let Adi and Eli look through the various other pictures he'd taken both of and with Diego. There were a couple pictures that were as close to pornography as you could get on his phone as well, but he didn't care much if he friends stumbled upon those or not. They shouldn't be all that surprised if they did.

Vincent was wiggling around just at the memory of his lost love interest. He had almost asked if the older man had wanted to keep in touch when they were saying their goodbyes, but the thought of having a long distance relationship was terrible. Even the possibility of being exclusive at all gave Vin the heebie jeebies. It had been a fun summer indeed, but Vinnie was happy to be back at Manchester with his friends and he looked forward to his future here. "Did you do anything fun, Ellie?" he asked suddenly, turning his attention back to Eli with a warm smile. "I bet you didn't have any baked goods that were as yummy as mine, right? I make the best brownies ever, I know. You don't have to tell me."

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lune--etoiles

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Adi rolled his eyes at the other's concerned words. He liked attention, but not this type. He'd much rather get attention for doing something bad rather than something sad. "You don't gotta worry 'bout that, kay? I'm not gonna go killin' myself anytime soon. There's still some pretty faces here that I've failed to talk to." He glanced around, surveying the crowd again, then turned back to Vincent. "Plus there's always some cute freshmen. Hear they gotta whole new shipment of dudes from like Greece or something, Iunno. Some place over in that area." Adi listen to his friend talk about exercising, again rolling his eyes. Adi hated exercising. Not because he couldn't do it, but more because of sweat. He hated sweat. Even sex sweat was something he tried to avoid.

Another's voice rose up from the crowd, and then there was another someone in the now little group. Adi glared daggers at his friend for even pretending to ignore his presence. He hated being ignored. "Ay. ******** you." His voice wasn't too angry, but it held the slighted bit of anger and annoyance in there, which one could say was usual for him. His annoyance and slight anger was wiped after the other person in the group jumped on Elijah as he did to Adi, his anger turning into laughter. Now they were equal.

Adi's response to the randomly timed cheek-kiss was being stoic. He had gotten used to these rather random public displays of friendship and was basically unphased by them. While he wasn't a particularly affectionate guy, lots of friends were. So, he was basically forced into letting other's kiss, hug, and rub him. It's not like he didn't like it, it was more like he was kind of bored by it. Sometimes a little spice is good, and this was when it was; but Adi lacked a reason to add some spice to whatever was going on. Vincent was one of his best friends, but he wouldn't go and sleep with him a lot. Maybe a few times, yeah, but he didn't view Vincent as a sleep-buddy.

Adi watched as Vincent wen ton a tangent about his hook-up of the summer. He rolled his eyes, which was becoming a common thing for him to do, at Vincent's overly dramatic explanation of his summer. His interest was piqued, however, when he began describing him. "Older, accented, and a nice a**? Sounds like my kinda guy." Adi commented, while Vincent got out his phone. Adi raised an eye brow at a fuzzy picture of someone's butt and back. While some people might be flustered by this type of thing, he was more interested in it. He whistled after Vincent swiped through photos. "You got yourself a good lookin' guy, Vin. Much better than the old shitheads back in Boston. Man, the best lookin' one I hooked up with was a hot dog salesmen. Wasn't rich but he was ******** fit as hell. And cute. We hooked up a few more times but after that I got bored of 'im. He wasn't much older than me, actually. Maybe twenty-seven? I dunno." Adi shrugged. His love interests were never too long-lasting. He didn't like staying with someone for more than two weeks. Sometimes three if he was slightly romantically interested in the guy. But he never really met someone that made his heart get butterflies or anything. Maybe some that made him excited, but that was a natural reaction.

His eyes were cast to Elijah when Vincent asked him about his summer. "Get over yourself, Vin." He commented, his voice not really changing at all. He wasn't annoyed or even angered by his friend's talking about himself. God knows that Adi talked about himself more than others like, but when others did it the words came flowing out of his mouth like a steady waterfall. Sometimes he didn't even mean to say them. "I bet ya hooked up with some nice-looking people, right Eli? You aint too bad lookin' yourself, I'm sure someone hadda wanted to get with ya." Adi smirked at the other, "or did ya get yourself someone to entertain you until the summer ended like Vinny here?"





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lune--etoiles

[Siobhan-Chevron]

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forget forget forget forget forget forget forget forget forget
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how do you forget a ******** missing arm?
you ******** don't.
The insecure little a*****e had spent two ******** days trying to find a way to hide the unaccounted for limb. The whole thing. But hey; that's basically impossible!!

So there he was staring in the old cracked mirror in his room, which was the attic on the top floor of this grungy old house that was somehow worth millions of bucks.
Whatever; at least that's what his parents said. But Naida made a point to avoid his parents like the plague. And any member of his family, actually- despite the fact that his younger sister adored and loved him for some reason? It didn't actually make much sense. He went out of his mother ******** way to treat each and every one of them like s**t.
To hate them
To make their lives miserable.
Hell- he'd made fun of his sister and made fun of her in public like basically every second since the day she was born. And she would still come into his room after he and their parents got in a fight, after things were thrown and bruises were born and blood was shed. She'd come in and sit down on his bed where he was laying with a bottle of gross deadly pills in his hand.
She'd come up and crawl under the covers with him, hugging him and gently taking the medication away.

Such a good sister. Naida loved her immensely. Adeline and Sawyer were his whole entire world, even if he never admitted it. Addy would always take Naida's phone and text Sawyer whenever something bad was happening or whenever Naida left his phone at home when he snuck out in the middle of the night to get doped as ********, coming back stoned and loud and hungover. She'd tell his best friend everything because she knew for a fact that Naida was never going to open up to her, even if it mostly had to do with their parents.

Because to their parents, sweet little Adeline was an Angel.
And Naida was a Demon.
And it had always been that way, ever since a boy had been born first. It didn't help that he always had such a short fuse.

Anyway, back to the matter at hand- the ******** arm wasn't going to magically come back. And it was filling Naida with this intense fear and panic that made him want to keel over and heave his guts out onto the floor, it was terrifying. People were terrifying. Keeping up with an ego and a reputation that's too big for the mind supporting it is both terrifying and difficult. Naida was downstairs at the kitchen table now, his parents both still asleep. They wouldn't wake up until long after their son was safely out of their ******** humble abode.

Adeline came in to see her big brother hunched over in his chair at the table, his one arm wrapped around his stomach and his breaths short and choked like he was going to cry. She hurried to him, putting her arms around him and rubbing his back. Think fast- he'll push you away. I'll miss you while you're at school. can't end it like that- have to think of something less sentimental. Hey, did you see the paper? Check it out.
Naida sniffed and pushed her away almost immediately. Being hugged by one of the only people he actually gave a rats a** about made the cold cold heat of terror well up inside him like a huge heartbreak, pushing up to come out. ]Don't ******** touch me, dumbass. You smell like cat piss. he purposefully avoided looking in her direction. Naida wiped his eyes and stood up, checking the clock. 5:46 AM. He had exactly fourteen minutes to get his ego back in order. Naida squared his shoulders and looked down at the girl distastefully. ******** idiot. Why the hell did she think he needed to be taken care of like that. ******** idiot...

She held out a paper and he glanced at it uninterestedly. It said that he and Sawyer Radford were roommates. Naida would have smiled if he weren't so damn good at being a total jackass. ]Whatever. Seeya next year, kid. and he was off, up the stairs, grab the bags, shoes on, out the ******** door. Before the sentimentality kicks in.

Naida had a whole three hours of train to listen to music with his eyes closed, the beat blasting in his ears as he ignored everyone around him. Three hours to get himself back in order, to be Naida Harder again. Not Naida ******** Softer.
He was Naida Harder, and he was good at being Hard and Troublesome.
And that's it.
And that's all.
No sentimentality, no smiles for anyone who hasn't deserved them in his direct (and twisted) opinion.
He was Naida harder, and making people feel dismayed made him feel entertained.

Naida took a train to Manchester and a cab to the school. He hated this place as much as he hated basically every place. So.. whatever.
It took forever to get his things back out of the cab due to his one handed-ness. But he made it just fine and said nothing to the cabbie after paying him and giving him one cent for a tip.
Naida smiled when he turned away.

There was Andrew and Christopher- and Naida glared. Hard. Daggers practically shot straight out of his eye sockets at this mother ********. And then there was Adi, Vinny, Eli- Naida smiled lightly. Maybe he could pass up kicking dust in Christopher's face just this once. It had been too long since he'd seen faces that he actually wanted to see..
Naida had dropped his bags in front of the boys who took things in for people and just kept walking on over to the three and hoping he was successfully hiding his missing arm with the large duffel bag slung over that particular shoulder.
Naida came up behind Vinny and slapped his gorgeous a**, squeezing lightly and giving a sly little smile. ]Hey~ he winked at Vincent charmingly.
He'd heard barely a smidgen of the conversation, but he could assume what it had been about at least. Summer lovin', huh? Aren't you kids too old for hopes an' dreams? Naida smirked.
How 'bout we ditch that subject-- an' let's go get high on the roof before this fukkin shitshow gets started, aye? Naida suggested, pulling out a metal cigarette case out of his pocket and popping the top hinge open with the thumb on his only hand to show the three a plastic bag inside that held a very generous amount of good old Mary Jane laced with an appropriately minimal amount of PCP.

He would have told them that he missed them, especially Adi. But he didn't; because that wasn't his style. Offering drugs and not making fun of people was his way of saying "hey man glad ur here".

ooc:

I think there's the possibility that I haven't actually plotted for Vinny & Naida, and I deffs haven't plotted for Eli & Naida- but I also know for an absolute fact that he'd adore those ********. We need to get down to business and plot, kay? Kay <3

dubious bunny

listenoldsport

lune--etoiles

[Koolaidpopsicle]

Sommer stood facing his family with a straight back and squared shoulders. They expected nothing less. His parents had already said their goodbyes; they had consisted of a firm handshake from his father and an air-kiss to his cheek from his mother. His grandparents were speaking now, mostly fake joviality and dry jokes. His mother's mother finished it off. "Don't embarrass us" she had warned, giving him frostiest glare. He nodded.

"I'll see you next summer." He said politely. Then he turned and made his way onto the plane, carrying nothing but a book his grandfather had told him to read and his already turned-off phone. He'd been told it was impractical to take anything else. The book would keep him occupied, and if he finished early he could always read over the boarding school brochure or his schedule again. For the 13th time.

He slid into his seat, grateful that he was next to the window. He'd have to start reading soon, his grandfather would ask him how the book was later. But for now he could take a few moments to watch the activity on the landing strip and, eventually, his home city fade away. Watching it disappear completely didn't give him any sort of peace; he still sat perfectly straight and still. And when he could not put it off anymore, he began reading. He knew this author well, and prepared to spend a long flight suffering through another dry, cynical analyzation of humanity.

--skip--

Sommer sat and watched the world go by again, this time from a taxi window. The summer was over, he supposed. Mostly that meant no more stuffy dinner parties or outings with his grandparents. It should have been some kind of relief, but Sommer didn't feel anything about it either way. This school was a long way from home, yes, but he still had an image to uphold. They would find out if he didn't, somehow. He knew they would. They always had.

He wasn't sure what to think about this new school. There was no way he'd know anyone, not even their faces. Not that he was leaving any friends behind other than his cat, just that he had been used to his old school. Now he was going to have to readjust to an entire new crowd with absolutely no one to talk to. Not even Deja, his long-haired snowshoe.The knowledge left a cold knot of tension in his stomach. He had no childish hope for making friends or anything like it. The notion had never served him well before, and his grandfather had already told him that "unsavory companions" would not be tolerated. He took that to mean anyone at all.

The impressive building announced itself. He didn't need the driver to tell him they'd arrived, but he thanked him and tipped him well anyways. Someone took his bags almost immediately, and he thanked them, too. Now he was looking around, utterly lost. He'd studied the school map, but nerves erased it from his memory completely. For a few minutes he couldn't force his wide eyes to focus, they just flitted from person to person. He even caught himself nervously adjusting his shirt sleeve. Taking a deep breath, Sommer forced himself to calm down. He straightened his back and lowered his hands to his side, studying the people around him.

Most of them were reuniting. One particularly loud meeting drew his attention, a boy that screamed at practically tackled what Sommer assumed to be his best friend. A very painful pang of jealousy shot through him. He smothered it and pulled out the brochure again, trying to figure out what he was supposed to be doing.

[Siobhan-Chevron]

____________RED

It's kind of like staring at a horrible car crash and not being able to look away.
Except you never made the decision to actually glace over at the accident anyway.
You never even wanted to get in the car, which is what inevitably lead to you seeing this disgustingly scary and mortifying incident on the side of the road that you caught out of the corner of your eye and now you just can't stop looking.
You can't stop looking.
Red had been staring at his door for two hours now, waiting.

His phone had buzzed multiple times- the plane was supposed to leave like an hour ago. But he couldn't leave his room. Not when they were right out there waiting for him. Two hours after waking up and he'd finally calmed himself down enough to try to ignore it just a teensy bit, picking up his phone and looking through the massive amount of texts his best friend Alex had sent him- but they could come in any second.
Any second they wanted to.
They just had to turn the handle--
Randoms head snapped back up and he stared at the door again, his heart beating fast. What was that sound?

Alex burst through the door and Red let out a startled yell, throwing his phone at the intruder because it was the only think he could think of to do. It hit his friend's chest and fell onto the floor with a hard thud. Random stared.
Oh... it was quiet. He didn't move.
Alex looked frustrated. Yeah 'Oh', Jesus christ! Your plane left an hour ago! Get the ******** out of bed and get clothes on, we've gotta get you to school

Alex was always so accommodating and um.. kind.
He was very kind though, actually. He just never coddled Random for his disability. Just because his best friend didn't think right a LOT of the time didn't mean he was much different from anyone else.
If he missed a plane because he was too scared to go out of his room because he thought someone was waiting right outside the door; he still missed a plane. Alex treated him like a regular human being, and Random appreciated that so ******** much. It made him feel normal- but it also made it a little harder for him to tell Alex about what was going on in his head, which sometimes would just make the episodes worse because he had no one to talk to about it.

Alex drove him to the airport and helped him with a ticket exchange before they said their goodbyes, and then Random was all alone on a plane for six whole hours. Alone. High in the air. Surrounded by people he didn't know.
By the time he got off the plane he was crying and the stewardess was trying to help him and give him a hug and it just freaked him out even more- he wanted to run and hide. He wanted Zachy.

Zachy.
He was at the school.
Which was his original destination.
The school.
Red caught hold of his sanity for just long enough to get off the plane and into a cab, ignoring everyone around him like he was wearing blinders. Just think about Zach. Just think about friends. Zachy, Parker, Andrew, Chris. Zachy, Parker, Andrew, Chris. Chris, Andrew, Parker, Zachy. Zachy, Zachariah. Everything was going to be fine.

Random got out of the cab as quick as he could when he got to the school, dropping the money and rips through the window onto the man's lap and running away. He stopped to look back after a while, just for a second- just to make sure. But the man was driving off. Random let out a sigh of relief.
Thank god.
There was Andrew and Chris on the steps, hugging and being loud like glorious fools. There was Naida and Adi- and Random avoided looking at them as much as possible. They kind of.. scared him a little. And Naida was always really mean. Where were Zachy and Parker?
Random spotted a boy standing all by himself. He looked very innocent, and at least a little less scary than any of the others standing alone. He could still be dangerous though.

Random smiled and went up to him. Hi! I'm Random. he stated bluntly, then frowned. I mean- that's actually my name. My mother decided to name her only child after the conditions under which he was born- I was kinda a spontaneous occurrence. He was rambling.. Um.. Red stared at the boy for a moment, looking him over and trying to see if he was holding anything that could be considered a weapon without looking too close.
Are you new here? What's your name? I could show you around and stuff! The fifth floor is off limits though- I mean, it's not off limits.. he paused, staring. It's just that there's a lot of.. I don't know. there's always people up there talking about, like.. murder an' stuff. I think. I can never actually make out what they're talking about. It's some secret fraternity or something. I don't go up there; you should stay away from that floor. But I'll show you around after the orientation meeting if you want! he was smiling brightly, his smiling beaming and huge and he was so excited to meet someone new. Usually he only met people through other friends, and that's how he expanded his social circle.
But now he'd finally gone up to someone. By himself! He'd met a whole new person all by himself.

ooc this is not a permanent post layout.

Superfaptural

[Koolaidpopsicle]

Sommer had been just about ready to walk in the direction he thought the auditorium might be, for the sake of not looking so utterly lost. Before he could start out that way though, someone started speaking to him. He jumped just a little, having missed the boy's approach. But now he listened carefully, trying to keep up with his quick words. Any help was welcome help.

He smiled just a little at Random's intro, then nodded when asked if he was new. When he was about to introduce himself, the boy said something about murderers on the fifth floor. Sommer's eyes widened and he looked up to that floor, wondering what the hell his grandparents had gotten him into. He was fine with boarding schools and really anything he had to suffer through, but murder boarding school was on a bit of a different level. Maybe the boy was just trying to scare him. He decided he wouldn't let it bother him.

Still, he probably wouldn't be heading to the fifth floor anytime soon.

"My name is Sommer... It's nice to meet you." He said hesitantly, offering a polite smile. "I would really appreciate a tour. Everything is kind of... overwhelming so far." He finished, somewhat embarrassed. His grandparents said that being timid was a disgusting habit, but he decided that he was just accepting help and there was nothing timid about that. After all, his rigid posture hadn't slackened one bit.

While he spoke, he subtly studied Random to get an idea of who he was dealing with. He'd never been very good at it, judging people by their appearance. Even though he understood that's really all people cared about, he didn't share the gift his grandparents had; telling a person's life story by the shirt they wore. Although sometimes all they did was say terrible things about that person. Things that, in Sommer's experience, were almost never true. Still, if he didn't develop that "skill" it would come back to bite him later. He tried again, but all he could tell was that Random did not meticulously straighten his clothes like he did. That wasn't surprising; he had yet to meet more than 3 people his age who did.

He gave up trying to figure anything else out. Instead, he continued speaking. "How long have you attended? Is the education program as good as everyone says it is? How are the other students?" His eyes flitted back over to the pair on the steps. This time he felt no jealousy, just a little lonely. But that was silly. Open affection was considered a weakness, or so he assumed. His grandparents never addressed it directly, just deepened their frown lines whenever they saw it.

Sommer suppressed a sigh and looked back to Random with polite interest.

[lune--etoiles]

The jump hug that Vin gave Eli was expected considering that he did things like that all the time, however he couldn’t help but be taken aback by it. No matter how long he had known Vincent, he doubted that he would ever be able to get used to the boy’s touchy personality. “Please don’t-“ Was all that he could manage to get out before the boy had interrupted him with a kiss on the cheek. “Cry.” He muttered to himself as his cheeks became tinted with blush. Why did guys have to have such an effect on him? Elijah’s lips then curved into a smirk as Adi had gotten rather pissed at his comment; sometimes it was just too easy to push his buttons. His attention shifted back to Vin as he explained his summer experience with a Spanish boy, stating how he even had pictures of him.

Majority of the photos were on the break of being considering pornography but weirdly enough, they hadn’t made him uncomfortable. In fact, Eli was rather attracted to them considering the fact that he was bisexual, although he wouldn’t have dared to say it aloud. “I’ll admit he is quite the looker. If I played for your team then I would have dated him myself.” So much for trying to sound like the most heterosexual guy at Manchester.

A chuckle erupted from his throat as Adi was telling Vin to get over himself. Frankly, he wasn’t one to talk when it came to boasting but that just made the situation all the more funny to Elijah. “No, no. Vin is right his baked goods are the best but this summer I had the most amazing pot brownie ever. I don’t know how much weed was in it or the technicalities of it but god it tasted so good. And it even gave me the best high I’ve ever experienced.” In all honesty, he could have gone on for hours about how great the pot brownie was but stopped himself from rambling too much, just in time for Adi to speak. “Pfft, I don’t date, it’s not my thing. I don’t get how people do it.” Eli countered, knowing that Adi would agree with him. “But, I did hook up with a ton of girls, mainly to get on my parents nerves but that makes it all the more fun. There was this one girl though; she was so heartbroken when I stopped seeing her.” The thought of it almost made him want to laugh. It had been no secret as to how often he switched from sleeping with different girls so why had this particular one been so surprised when he called it off? “She actually thought we were dating and I must have told her at least five times before I slept with her that it was merely just going to be sex and nothing more. Girls can be so clingy sometimes.”

As Naida joined the group, Elijah smiled at the boy. “Hey man, it’s good to see you.” The small talk had been cut short faster than he had expected when Naida had brought out a metal cigarette case filled with tons of marijuana, asking the group if they wanted to get high. This was already just going to make his senior year a whole lot better. “You know me, I can’t say no to good ol’ Mary Jane, especially if she’s going to help me get through that f**king snore fest of an assembly. Count me in.” With those words he grabbed the plastic bag from the case and examined it to see just how many grams of pot there actually was. He looked back at the other two boys. “Adi, I know you’ll join but Vinnie, you have to. If you don't I swear I'll kick your a**." Usually Elijah wasn’t one to peer pressure his friends into doing something but there was no harm in smoking a few blunts, it’s not like it could kill you.

OOC: short and crappy post.
i'm blaming school.