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Posted: Thu May 27, 2010 10:09 pm
ElliotxxxTerry xxxGates Avoiding people was the easy part. If he saw someone he didn’t want to see, or someone saw him and he had to duck out of sight quickly before he was noticed by someone and picked on in front of the whole mall, he would just sink into the crowds and become one with the holiday shoppers. Again, it was easy as one step, two steps, three people suddenly surrounding him and then some. Sometimes, Elliot thought, it was cool to just ninja himself in with people. Though it was also hard to become completely blended in since the colour of choice for this season was clearly red, and there he was in his bright yellow jacket and blue scarf; in fact, sometimes during winter his sister liked to refer to him as a snow man that got pissed on by a dog. But he wasn’t going to let that stand in the way of dodging people he hated. Unfortunately for him, he had yet to catch a glance of any kind of Alex in the throngs of people, and that? Well it disappointed him, but he supposed he couldn’t have been expecting much else. After all, he hadn’t gotten to have a decent conversation with the boy in…well…ever.
After having a fight with his sister over what tie to get their dad for Christmas that year and bickering over which blender their mother would like more, Elliot and Nicole emerged from the store they were in with arms full of gifts and other such merchandise. Unbeknownst to the female of the duo, Elliot had used a bit of the money to buy some gifts for a few of his friends. After resting on a bench that wasn’t too far out of the way for the duo and counting their blessings and short comings, Elliot caught a glimpse of Devon but looked the other way. Not that he didn’t still like the boy, in fact, he did. He never really thought ill of the older boy for leaving him. It was his own decision and if Elliot had anything to say about it, he would have stopped the other from walking out on him. But at the time, he had jack all to say. And now, he just wanted the other to know there was no ill will there. But as far as he could tell, Devon wanted nothing more to do with him. After all, the other had his own problems to deal with so, what kind of person would he be if he suddenly flung himself in there and only added to them. Even if it was just, you know, him trying to be friendly.
Then again, he supposed what was him trying to be friendly wasn’t always…friendly to some people. It was just him being nosey. Who knew what they thought about how he worked, the way his brain worked wasn’t exactly like other peoples. But what could he do about it? His sister’s voice interrupted his internal musings and when he didn’t reply right away she shoved him with her elbow. He snapped his head up to look at her and glare a little bit. “What?” he challenged with mild authority in his voice that was quickly over ruled by his sisters own authority over him. “Quit with your daydreaming Elli we have to head home. We have s**t to do today and you know it.” She stood from her seat on the bench and Elliot let his shoulders slump and pouted. He really didn’t want to go. Not that he enjoyed hanging out at the mall. Just that he would rather be elsewhere than at home slaving away to jolly fat old Santa’s faggy Christmas carols. Again…he loved them, really he did, but they got annoying after the first eight hundred times you heard them in one day.
So he too pushed himself off the bench, a few of the bags in hand that he and Nicole had collected, of course, she had less than him. He would often find himself stereotyped by her like that. Seeing as he was the man, he had to do the heavy lifting which was funny because pretty much everyone knew that she was at least twice as strong as him. So he dragged the shopping bags down the crowded strip, jumping in and out of people’s ways, glaring and yelling children and throwing change at whatever jolly old fake Santa he could manage to throw change at. Once he managed to make it out to the parking lot, after losing Nicole numerous times in the mall, he finally caught up to her, but nearly dropped the bags he was carrying at the sight of what—or rather who—was leaning against his car in all his glory. Waiting for none other than him! But of course, he probably didn’t know who he was waiting for. Just some random kid hanging his head out a window, making an a** out of himself. His sister had a scowl on her face at the sight of some gangly boy dressed all in black leaning against her car.
“Who the ******** are you?” Elliot nudged her with his elbow, “Hey! Be nice, you’re going to scare him off you jerk.” He turned back to the boy and practically ran the rest of the way to the car, bags flailing and scarf flying. His hair was usually always a mess but when you run against the wind and snow, it tends to make things and even bigger mess. “Alex? You came…I really didn’t think I’d see you here… How did you know where I went?” He put his bags down on the ground and compulsively brushed a few snow flakes off the other boys shoulder. Quickly withdrawing his hand and looking away. Conveniently for him his sister came up to the car and snorted. Picking up his bags with ease and dumping them in the trunk.
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Posted: Fri May 28, 2010 12:06 am
Alexander Asher Mr. Silent Night The book revealed itself from the depths of his pocket once again, the bunny eared page now lost under freshly read pages that he had swept through in his meek attempt at waiting for whomever knew who he was. He had been standing/leaning by the car for almost half an hour in the cold. In his head he was screaming at himself about how the probability that there was more than one of this car in the town, how there were probably four or five of the same make and color… even more if he mistaken the make. The more he thought about it the dumber he felt, why did he follow the car, knowing his luck it was Devin’s and he would just make Alex’s day that much better. With that he felt this dread – what if he was right, what if it was Devin’s car? Should he run? Should he stay here and just say he thought it was someone elses, but what if it was Devin that yelled. No it wasn’t Devin. He knew that jerk’s voice. He knew that jerk’s hair… hell he knew everything about him because he used what he knew to stay as far away as he possible could. Sadly he often mistaken others to be Devin and when they approached he normally booked it. A cool breeze blew by, flickering the pages that were held firmly under his thumb. As best he could he pulled the hood of his jacket closer to his brow trying to block out as much of Jack Frost’s air as he could.
Another chapter come and gone as he finally decided maybe waiting was the dumbest thing he could do. He was starting to get chilly, his hands were shaking, and the book was at the only boring part in it. And when he was cold he didn’t want to read about some desert abyss that the character has to walk through for thirty pages before he if found by the thieves roaming that area. Once the book was safely closed and tucked away he began looking at the other cars, covered with snow, at the lamppost above wondering what it would take to make that snow fall, then to the mall. Wondering where the driver and guy were from this car that called to him. A low groan escaped him as he leaned against the car, resting his chin to his own chest as he crossed his arms and gave up. Once he finally moved he would go to the library or a coffee shop and warm up until he was sure it was safe to go home and finish melting there.
Just as he shifted to stand he heard a woman’s stern voice followed by a softer voice he couldn’t really hear. When he looked up just in time to see the two teenish looking figures approaching him. One moving rather swift for just a greeting. Alex quickly got off the car and began rambling apologies. ”I didn’t mess up your car, I’ll go I’m sor-“ He stopped short once the shorter male began talking as if Alex knew exactly who he was? Cocking his brow he stared in amazement as the boy asked how he knew where he went, and proceeded to dust the stray snowflakes from his sweatshirt. ”I… don’t know … how I found you…I..I just did.” His hand gripped defensively on his book, whenever he got nervous he tended to shut the world out through his book. But since he initiated this conversation by leaning against his car (not to mention stalking him to the mall) it was the least Alex could do was talk to the one he was burdening.
Staring intently at the boy he tried to put the face to the familiarity. He didn’t want to seem inconsiderate seeing as his acquaintance knew who he was but Alex had no idea who the mystery person was to him…. Guessing by the age he was either in his year or one below, maybe they had met in the library… though Alexander doubted it seeing as he rarely spoke to anyone in there. His brow furrowed in frustration as he continued through scenarios until he couldn’t take it anymore. ”Um…who are you?” he didn’t mean it in a rude way… he just wanted to know who he was talking to, maybe it would help him remember who the boy before him was and maybe remember where they met. And why this boy knew him from his first name where everyone else called him by his last.
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Posted: Fri May 28, 2010 2:53 pm
ElliotxxxTerry xxxGates It was at times and points like this, Elliot didn’t know if he should be offended or not. He turned red and his blood boiled slightly as his sister laughed effortlessly at him. Her short cropped hair blowing around in the wind and swaying to the motions of her body rocking against the car as she gripped her stomach, trying to keep herself from falling apart she was laughing that hard. He tried to ignore her, the redness of his cheeks amplified by the cold outside. The tip of his nose and ears were already turning red and his fingers were numb. This was just not his day. How could Alex not remember him? How could he not know who he was? He’d only been trying to talk to him for ever. “Just ignore her..My names Elliot. We’re…we’re in a few classes together..” Normally, the small boy enjoyed Winter. It was one of his favourite seasons, but at this point in time he felt even colder than the nippy winter weather would allow.
It didn’t take long for him to get frustrated with his sister, who decided she was laughing at this fail display, and had to actually lay down on the ground to laugh. He bent over and scooped up some snow and threw it at her face. It only made her laugh harder. Huffing a bit, he stuck his hands into the pocket of his jacket. Maybe Alex just didn’t remember him because they had never had a real conversation. And they weren’t in school…and…well he really couldn’t think of a good reason to be forgotten so easily. As far as he was aware he was a great guy with an awesome sense of pretty much everything—maybe it would trigger his memory if he brought this little tid bit up. “I also know you trough Devon. We used to date, see? But that’s long gone so you don’t have to worry about it!” He put his hands up defensively. Never in his life had he joined in when it came to mocking anyone, he knew the boy knew about Devon’s rude teasing and what not, after all, who didn't? But he didn’t want him to think about Elliot being anything like his ex. They were pretty opposite after all.
“Uhhm…well I’m sorry to waste your time. I guess if you don’t remember me I’ll just leave, yeah? Come on Nicole!” He nudged her with the toe of his over sized boot and she clambered to her feet. Shivering and shaking with hints of mirth still on her face. Walking around the side of the car she slapped Alex on the shoulder playfully and chuckled, “Nice one kid.” Getting into the car she started the engine and waited for Elliot himself to get in. Elliot stood in front of Alex for a moment longer, staring at the snow with a pout on his face. He really didn’t want to just leave like that without having anything nice or…memorable to say to the boy. So he hoped, he really hoped that he would be stopped from leaving some how. But he kind of doubted that it would happen. Alex seemed more like a let it slide type of guy, where was Elliot was more of an up in your face kind of guy.
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Posted: Fri May 28, 2010 2:59 pm
Nikoli Aleki Pravoti Nikoli is wearing: This~ Nikoli is talking to: No one Nikoli is thinking: I need coffee Nikoli is: Going to the mall
 Morning. It came like all unwelcome things to the sleepy half drunk male currently teetering on the edge of his bed. Bright, blinding, a basic pain in Nikoli's a**. Grumbling softly one gray green eyes popped open to survey his surroundings. Things that were good so far..he was in his room which meant he hadn't been that drunk last night. Bad things..he had a bed mate, joy. Forcing both tired eyes open Nikoli righted himself on the bed and, kicked out at the other male body. His voice came out rather gruff but, what did one expect? "Get out I have things to do!" Scrubbing two slender hands over his face the multicolor haired teen slid from his all too comfortable bed. He listened to his companion groan but, felt no sympathy for him. In fact Nikoli moved to the brunette males side of the bed and smacked his exposed naked behind shouting again to make sure the other left in a timely manner. "Out Jamie! Go on, I have a lot to do today no morning treat and, don't even bother asking to use my shower.". When Nikoli couldn't get a hold of his other little boy toys he had to do with friends like Jamie. Although it was hard to keep being friends with someone you slept with the amazing Nikoli managed it. The half awake brunette stirred and, muttered curses before weakly moving to gather his clothes. Satisfied that the other would be gone soon Nikoli hurriedly moved to the bathroom and, just as quickly showered off. Nothing in the whole world could beat a nice hot shower after some nice hot sex the night before. After rinsing every bit of soap from his flesh the now more awake and, relaxed Nikoli moved to get dressed being sure to keep his towel firmly in place about on his waist. No need to freeze while he searched through his massive closet. It took nearly ten minutes but, he soon stood in a very comfortable warm outfit. Perfect to face the snow that was falling outside his window. Driving would be best in the face of such icy freezing weather. If his house hadn't been devoid of any food or drinks Nikoli would have stayed in bed and, played with his bed buddy form the previous night. Sadly that was not the case. Sliding his zipper up on his jacket Nikoli let one more unhappy grimace pass his features before moving into the chilly outside world. God how he hated winter. Ruined everything..well except curling up in front of a fire place but, that was a different matter. After having been a 'rock star' for a couple years Nikoli had enough money stored away to keep his life comfortable. Well hopefully he did. If not the male knew he might have to go back on 'tour'. Inwardly cringing at the mere thought of riding around for so long with no one to play with made his feet move faster to the car waiting patiently. Yes, the black beast..his 'baby'. Said baby was a black Mercedes which he had gotten when his first song hit the radio. quiet a good birthday gift from the recording company if he did say so himself. Smirking with glee Nikoli hit the unlock button on his car keys a bit unhappy to be slipping into the ice cold embrace of his car. "Brrr...oh god..I'm gonna freeze t-to death!" . Hands shaking he moved fast, turning the car on and, receiving a blast of cool air from the heaters. Well that was always a nice wake up call! Growling under his breath as curses flowed Nikoli flicked the wind shield wipers on, cranked the still semi cold heat on and, backed out of his drive way. Now for food and, a big old cup of coffee. Moving at a slight snail's pace on the road, what? he didn't want to ruin his precious baby! Watching the other cars warily Nikoli drove into the mall's parking lot just as the heat decided to get nice and, toasty. "Gee thanks...this is just wonderful.." Apparently every other person in this town wanted to be out in the snow and, cold. Maybe buying gifts or some other nonsense. Whatever. So many cars meant very few up close parking spots. Spots that Nikoli wanted very badly so he could avoid the icy outside world as much as was humanly possible. "Bingo baby! Yes!" One fist pumped in the air as a random person left their parking spot. Hurrying his car along Nikoli pulled in just as another person tried to move towards the coveted spot right in front of the little coffee shop. After stuffing his phone and, wallet into his pockets Nikoli shut of the engine and, flung the door open. Quick steps meant less time in the cursed cold! It also meant that evil icy walk ways made the unprepared male slip. "Ahh!" Eyes flying wide Nikoli grabbed the nearest person and, clung until his feet righted themselves. That had been too close. Taking another few seconds to let his racing pulse slow Nikoli looked about before releasing his savior. "Thanks..ah.." Did he know this person? No no..it was the male walking towards the coffee shop behind the one who had saved him that caught Nikoli's attention. Well, well look at that. What a small world. Letting the other person go the now much less frazzled Nikoli moved into the coffee shop. Even as he moved indoors, his eyes couldn't keep from staying locked on the form of a certain somebody. Mr.Naughty himself..today just got a whole lot better! I'm Rocking around the Christmas tree baby~
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Posted: Fri May 28, 2010 5:49 pm
 DevinxxxNicolasxxxKovaldxxx
After a few agonizing minutes the little white man blinked across the street. Sweet freedom. Devin took one step before the skidding and crunch of snow beneath a body caught his attention. While it would have been fun to laugh at someone face down in the wet sidewalk Devin had other more delicious things on his mind and he continued walking, unable to hear the footsteps behind him as the traffic roared by adjacently.
"Venti mocha with an extra shot of chocolate, no whip." Nonchalantly he slid the card across the table, punching in his pin and slipping the plastic back into his pocket. Quickly Devin moved to the side and found a spot to sit while his order was made.
People watching was a hobby of Devin's and where most of his narcissism stemmed from; it was hard not to feel superior when all that one saw was a mass collection of idiots. There was an equally narcissistic yet cowardly man in the corner writing on his laptop and some punk kid with wild hair. Upon further inspection though, it wasn't just any kid. Standing before him and seemingly staring straight back was a boy he knew and frankly wanted to get to know more about.
For a few seconds he couldn't get his eyes off Nikoli. Instinctively the stare was cold and a bit harsh. There were few things that made Devin smile and even the chance meeting with the one guy he could ever stand to spend some time with couldn't shake his gruff exterior. Eventually he did peel his eyes away to look at the counter, a large styrofoam cup with the contents Sharpie'd on. Swiftly Devin pulled himself to full height and made his way over. After grabbing a sleeve and spoon he returned to his seat, pulling off the lid and breathing in the fragrant steam. As he stirred the liquid, jarring the chocolate from the bottom, Devin closed his eyes and leaned his head over the drink, the vapors warming and dampening his face. There were few things as amazing as warm coffee and over the years he'd come to appreciate the benefits.
When the drink cooled from nuclear hot to boiling hot Devin chanced a sip, burning the tip of his tongue and a good stretch of his throat yet still able to savor it. A few moments passed as he just held the cup in his slowly warming hands, his eyes drifting back to Nikoli.
The rocker boy seemed equally enamored with himself and while the stupid, lovesick boy inside him was going bonkers his more rational side staved off any critical thinking that, in the long run, would most definitely be unfavorable to the both of them, him and Nikoli.
Devin scoffed and looked out the window beside him; he was already thinking too hard.
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Posted: Sat May 29, 2010 1:21 pm
Alexander Asher Mr. Silent Night Utter Confusion. That was all that was painted on Alexander’s face as he looked from the now red faced boy before him and the sister who went from cursing to know who he was to practically rolling on the floor in laughter. Alex pulled down his hood and removed the headphones from over his head to around his neck just so he could pay complete attention to the next few moments. For all he knew he had just messed up something because he spent his days being oblivious to the world. Tracing the red as it spread over the boys nose, ears and cheeks wondering if it was from being flustered, angered, or from the cold around them. Alex remained silent through the laugher, only focusing on the boy really once he began to speak. Elliot. The name was familiar but he didn’t want to say he remembered and lie. But when he said something about classes Alex couldn’t help but look frustrated. It felt like his mind was running a mile a minute as it went through his classes, the first week he tried to remember names that way he could remember who to avoid… and who wouldn’t ridicule him for his nervous stutter when he was caught off guard. ”We..We do?” He felt the blood in his ears getting hot, it was nerve-racking trying to remember who Elliot was without flat out asking every little detail. ’What class? If we only have classes why are you yelling at me from across the park in a speeding car?’
Again Elliot’s sister drew his attention, lying on the floor laughing hysterically at Alex’s failing memory. His eyes fell to the snow at his feet, feeling the flush of embarrassment grace his face. It was to embarrassing to know that he had forgotten someone so easily. And when Elliot began talking again it only made his heart stop. ”You Da-Dated Devin?” Alexander knew how Devin could be; he was territorial, aggressive, and once he found something about you that you didn’t want others to know he held it over you. Talking to a guy that has connections to that b*****d even if they are severed still meant it could end bad for Alex. He wasn’t able to take the ridicule as well as most. That was why he was constantly shutting down to people. That was why he only had one friend he could rely on… Christopher or - as many others called him – Mr. Nice. The pit in his stomach grew as he looked up at Elliot, it was hard for him to believe that this seemingly sweet guy could have dated the reason he truly hated talking to new people. Maybe that was why he didn’t remember Elliot. If he was there through all the ridicule than he had never really looked at Elliot. ”You didn’t te-tease me like he did. I remember y-you.” The stutter was still apparent but not as bad as it could have been if he thought Elliot had teased him.
His voice was probably to quiet for Elliot to hear, as he motioned for his sister to leave and apologizing for wasting Alex time. Alex stood in silence watching who he now knew as Nicole slip into the car, his eyes slowly trailing back to Eliot as he looked down with disappointment across the only part of his face that was left visible by his hair. Alex felt he should stop him, ask if he wanted to do something, he wanted to be more outgoing. To be like any other normal teen and just flirt, laugh, goof off. But he just stood there studying Elliot until he made a motion for the car and that is when Alex finally blurted out. ”You didn’t waste my time. I believe your in my math… maybe my art class. I tend to close stuff out most of the time. Its my dow-downfall I supp-ose. If anything I wasted your time.” Alex gave a soft smile before moving away from the car so Elliot could get in if he wanted. His icy hand brushed some blue hair from his brow so he could see Elliot more clearly. ”If you want… I will give you my number and we could ha-hang out.if you want that is.” His voice drifting off in the end feeling stupid for even thinking Elliot wanted his number… maybe he only called out his name to get a wave. Wouldn’t waving be normal too instead of following his car two blocks to the mall then standing by it for nearly an hour. Oh well… Alex wasn’t normal.
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Posted: Sun May 30, 2010 8:43 am
ElliotxxxTerry xxxGates There was that stupid feeling again. That feeling where time stops and you just can’t help but not understand why. But this time, it was different. This time butterflies danced around in his stomach for a fleeting moment and all seemed right with the world. Alex had actually stopped him from getting into the car. In reality, Elliot had understood the malice directed towards Devin in the other boys voice, but the guy wasn’t all that bad once you got to know him. You just really had to look past those little quirks he had. Sometimes they ended up being his downfall. Just like with the rest of the human race; those little quirks tended to be the first thing to bend you over backwards a screw you like a dirty—okay enough of that. Elliot shook his head and let a bright smile gradually slip onto his face. At the mentioning of Alex giving him his number, Elliot realized that he had left his cell phone on the counter back at the house, probably still getting it’s battery recharged. Instead, he stooped low enough to look into the window, and knocked on it until his sister rolled her window down. Well, there was that shitty music again, blaring from the inside of the car. “Hey, if it’s not too much trouble could you turn that crap down and give me a pen?”
His sister furrowed her brow for a moment before pulling her bag up from the floor and retrieving a pen from inside. God only knows how she could find anything in that mess. It was like a god damn black hole. But of course instead of turning it down, she cracked her music up louder and placed a hand on Elliot’s face, shoving him out of the window so she could roll it up. The teen wiggled his nose a little. He wouldn’t admit it but getting face palmed by another person kind of hurt a bit. Especially when they got a finger in your eye. Smiling at the boy in front of him, Elliot reached out and gently took his hand. “I would love your number, Alex. And, hanging out? Well, I couldn’t think of anything I’d rather do right now. Hope you don’t mind.” Pulling the cold hand towards him, Elliot scrawled out his number on Alex’s hand. “I forgot my cell phone at home, so you can just put yours on my hand too. If that’s okay I mean.” Smiling brightly, Elliot handed the pen over to Alex and held his hand out in front of him, extended to the other teen.
Elliot spent however long it took for Alex to write out his number, and probably some other time after that, thinking of what kinds of things he could do with Alex. There was always going out for lunch, or coffee. Maybe hot chocolate seeing as the season called for it every once in a while. Ice skating was always really fun too. He stood in honored bliss that Alex wanted to hang out with him. It didn’t cross his mind that maybe Alex was just doing this…just…well because. Elliot thought more highly of the boy he barely knew, that he had been trying to get to know for what seemed like forever. Chasing a boy who doesn’t know you exist kind of sucks sometimes. In this case however, for Elliot sometimes meant all the time. But of course, an idea for what they could do hit Elliot like a god damn train and he gasped out loud. Of course, he never did voice his opinion; he figured that maybe Alex would be uncomfortable with him asking something like this from him right after they had “met”. Even though to Elliot, this wasn’t there first meeting, and hopefully it wouldn’t be their last. The Christmas Party…he would definitely as—“Would you liked to go to the Christmas party with me?” Well, so much for waiting… Elliot slapped his hands over his mouth, going slightly redder at the fact that he had just blurted something as heinous as that out loud. "Please?" He may as well go the whole nine yards now that he had said that.
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Posted: Wed Jun 02, 2010 9:34 am
x x ♡Ashεr Jαmεs Mαckεnly♡ Rudolph thε rεd nosε rεindεεr
The entrance to the mall's parking lot came into the blonde's eyesight he had managed to make it the whole way with other running into any of his tormentors. That should have made him feel a little better but it only made him feel worse.
Sometimes Asher preferred to get it over and done with. Letting it build up and letting those guys wait made everything worse when they finally did attack. So far, Asher had only been stuck up for once by Chris. That wasn't long ago that it had happened either. Back in August, while school was still in Asher had been jumped in the hall ways.
A bunch of jocks that felt the need to bully him around started to drag Asher to the locker room where they would not be interrupted everyone else that had seen them go by minded their own business. Ash tried to break free of them, he tried even harder to fight back. It was a useless attempt as they were about to go into the locker room Chris stood suddenly in front of the doorway blocking them from entering.
Though they had threatened the nice boy to get him to move Chris had not, instead he had stood his ground and only made one threat that was good enough to make the jocks let Ash go. The blond ran off to ensure that after Chris had left they wouldn't have a chance at continuing on with their plans to beat him up.
Every time after that when Asher had seen Chris he had tried and failed to thank the nice boy for helping him out. He did not only want to say thank you, those were only two words. Chris deserved more then just words but Ash still had yet to find out what he wanted to do for the other male. He walked into the parking lot taking a quick glance around to ensure nothing would happen before he reached the doors.
A familiar pick up truck sat in the middle of the lot, next to it was Reilly and his gang of basketball players hung out. Asher turned his head away avoiding any more eye contact with the steroid abused males. He could feel their eyes on him heard them speaking quietly amongst themselves. Fear and nervousness seized Ash quickly and he began to walk faster through the parking lot.
"Ashy" Reilly called out in a sing song tone and footsteps came after him, gaining on him quickly. "Watch where ya going" The dark haired male hissed and Asher felt a body slam against him on the side. Ash lost his footing turning with the impact and falling into another male. Half afraid he pushed himself back then looked upon Chris. "Sorry" The blond muttered using sowwie instead of sorry when he spoke his face had turned a bright color and he began to walk away.
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Posted: Wed Jun 02, 2010 6:08 pm
||xxchristopher мiles נohnstonxx|| •мr. ηice• ♥ Christopher was quite content with himself during his walk. He had helped show an elderly couple the way to a restaurant and even gave them friendly suggestions what to get. This made him get to the mall later than intended, yet it was much more important to give the pair some smiles. They also called him a young man instead of a boy, which meant Chris had grown more into his features. When he was younger he was a cute kid but, a little on the chubbier side. It was mostly just hanging around him until he hit puberty and grew some inches. Though working around the city, helping people move boxes at the homeless center and carrying assortments of things from the nursing home, the kind male grew some muscle. Picture perfect with a personality to match.
As he continued on to the mall, Chris wondered what to get his little family this year. Last year he got his cousin a book she'd been looking forever for and managed to get it signed. It cost an eight hour trip to find the author and some convincing but, he got it. That day was the first time anyone tackled him to the ground in an embrace. The bruise on his shoulder from hitting the table behind him the next morning was worth it to see someone he cared for so happy. He wasn't sure if he could out do that this year, starting so late but, what mattered was the three of them would hopefully be together. Unlike his parents who will only stay within 10 meters of him for a few hours. Yes, it would hurt when he'd hand his mother her gift and watch her slide it away into her purse, but he was used to it. If it meant one day his parents would love him again, Chris was willing to sit through the pain.
Once the mall was in his view, Christopher smiled brightly to himself, seeing all the cars around and imagining the busy last minute shoppers. Sure it could get crazy and hectic but, it would also be a nice chance to help people while shopping. Like getting things on the top shelves for people! The male was all pumped and excited to lend a hand when he felt a 'thud' against his chest. Looking up he saw a group of boys that bullied some of his friends and peers from school. He scowled at them, bringing his gaze to who was so close to him. The small boy against him looked very familiar with his scared eyes and nervous shaking. Instantly, as the boy tried to walk away he pulled him back near him.
"Boys, do you really think this is the kind of thing to do around this time of the year? 'Tis the season to treat each other with kindness. Onto yourself, onto others.." The older male preached at the team of rude boys. They may have looked and acted threatening but, deep down Christoper truly believed that there must be a reason for all their hate. Even if there wasn't, he'd be optimistic for them to give kindness a try. A few of them hesitated, looking at Chris like he was either right or confusing them. As he stared then down, he was remembering who was in his protective arms at the moment. Hmm, I think his name is Asher.. wait, it is! These boys have done this to him before. How cruel! Giving them all a glare, he held Asher to show that he wasn't going to let them wail on him. He had sworn to protect the cute, wait what? The cute? He had meant the innocent. Though, Asher was like a little animal. A baby deer with those big blinking eyes of his. "In other words, please leave my friend here alone or I will not hold back from returning all the painful favors you've given him. Okay?" With a smile, he patted Asher's shoulders. Chris did hate to beat up people but, to defend someone it was a good enough threat.
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Posted: Thu Jun 03, 2010 12:06 am
Alexander Asher Mr. Silent Night Alex felt so nervous – why? Because he didn’t do this sort of thing ever. He was the type to sit back and let them go on with their lives, even if he felt that certain spark between them. Why was he doing this now? He couldn’t remember Elliot as anything other than the boy (in his mind he said cute boy) that stood beside Devin while he tormented Alex and the others. Without so much as a word against the b*****d’s actions. But he couldn’t hold that against anyone, Alex wasn’t one to hold grudges (maybe against Devin but that was a given) even if they had the power to make his life just a tad bit easier. Maybe that was why he asked – he could find out why he was forced to be put through that misery for the past two years. That was what he kept in his mind while he pushed back other thoughts – how he thought Elliot was cute, that he liked how Elliot spoke a lot (it made it so he didn’t have to), and how he was so willing to be around Alex. Not many would do that… not because he was odd or anything like that – but because he was quiet. People often saw him as a bit of a bore because he would rather stay silent and watched as the world passed before his eyes.
After offering his number to Elliot he watched the smile fade from his counterpart’s lips. A questioning looking flooded across Alexander’s face. Watching as a hand knocked on the window. A gust of heat spewed from the window looking like steam in the icy air as the glass rolled down. Music he was unfamiliar with broke the silence abruptly as Elliot stuck his head into the window. Alex couldn’t really hear what the two were saying so he looked away, towards the coffee shop, then the entrance to the mall. He hadn’t texted his best friend all day… something he normally did just to make sure he was still alive.
His mind began to wonder about calling Christopher when his hand was grabbed. Pulling away out of reaction, his eyes shooting down to the shorter boy’s head as he spoke quickly and scribbled his number onto Alex’s hand. His cell phone neatly tucked into his pocket but he wouldn’t tell the boy that in fear of having his hand released to soon. ”I don’t mind at all… and thanks.” He said once his hand was released and dropped back into the icy air beside him only to reach back up and grab the pen to scribble his number down on Elliot’s hand. His writing was shaky but pretty legible in his opinion… ”If I don’t answer right away don’t wor-worry. I am rather oblivious to… well everything.” Spoken weakly as he felt the silence between them begin, Elliot looked as if he was thinking of something off in his mind. Rocking gently on his heels Alex looked about for something – anything to do in his head. He had his book but that would be rather rude to just pull that out mid conversation even if they weren’t exactly talking at the moment. There was trying to plan out what they were going to do – but whatever Elliot had in mind out tromp Alex’s thought in a heartbeat seeing as he wouldn’t speak against anything short of sex (something he tried not to do on the first encounter).
His mind wondered on random things he could be thinking about when a question caught him off guard. Eyes wide he looked over at Elliot and stared – a bit astonished. Being asked out to the party was a big thing. This was a huge party that normally only couples looked forward to. He had regretted it the past year because he went alone and had to suffer three hours of lovey dovey people surrounding him. Of course he hadn’t gone out on the dance floor or really walked around so it was his fault but still. ”I…I don’t kn-know.” There it was the thing he normally feared the most. His mental block. The thing that made him run and hide. He wanted to defeat it, to overcome this obstacle in his life and to take a chance. But his family normally went, his mom and dad just because there was few of their clients that loved inviting everyone they knew to this… it was a cheap way to talk business without being on the clock. Taking a deep breath he summed up his emotions pushing them back, trying to create enough courage to say yes. When he opened up his mouth only one word came out.
”No.” He was shocked. Saying no. He couldn’t believe it. His face felt hot with frustration and embarrassment. Looking down he clenched his fists and turned heel. Walking away quickly towards the park. Trying not to look back in fear that Elliot was Mad… or worse.
Hurt.
Alexander didn’t stop his feet until they reached the low wall separating the park from the street. With one quick move he was over it and gone into the trees ahead. Beating himself up with each step.
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Posted: Thu Jun 03, 2010 11:12 am
x x ♡Ashεr Jαmεs Mαckεnly♡ Rudolph thε rεd nosε rεindεεr
Ash felt a hand wrap around his wrist and he was suddenly pulled back to Chris gasping lightly how was he suppose to react to this? All Ash wanted to do was get as far away from the situation as possible. He was completely embarrassed, being invisible was better then this by far. Chris however kept a firm grip on him as he preached to the others that stood in front of Chris. Asher kept his back on the tormentors and tried not lean or look at Chris again.
When the other wrapped an arm around him holding Asher the blond looked up at him. He didn't know or understand why Chris was sticking up for him. Not that it was necessarily a bad thing it was just...strange. Friend? Ash wasn't Chris' friend he didn't have any friends that he knew of. So why had Chris said that and how could he threaten them so easily? If Ash was to do that he would be torn in two. The tormentors glared Chris down seeing if he was bluffing or not a security guard turned the corner an they backed away. Reilly looked at Asher who had looked over his shoulder.
"This isn't over Ashy" Reilly threatened growling in his deep voice then he and his friends took off from them. Asher pulled himself away from Chris when he found that he could move again. "Thanks" he said quietly without making eye contact an chewing on his lower lip nervously.
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Posted: Thu Jun 03, 2010 12:00 pm
Nikoli Aleki Pravoti Nikoli is wearing: This~ Nikoli is talking to: Asher =w= Nikoli is thinking: What a fine looking naughty man <-< Nikoli is: Sitting in the coffee shop, then standing outside freezing.
 Feeling the others eyes momentarily drift to him had Nikoli smirking slightly. The warmth slowly entered him making Nikoli relax bit, much better. Now for the best part..hot coffee and, staring at one hot guy. He felt no shame ogling Devin, why should he? It was a perfectly natural thing. Sadly Nikoli had to turn his eyes away when it was his turn to order. The teenage girl behind the counter was so boring to stare at. Even speaking to her felt like a chore but, he did want his hot frothy beverage. There fore when the stereo typical 'What can I get you' Left the girls lips Nikoli had a quick toneless answer. "Large Black coffee, and one of those brownies." The price came form the girl, and Nikoli quickly swiped his card. Unlike others orders who were all fancy and such Nikolis was simple so he did not have to stand idly for long. Grabbing the napkin that held his precious 'breakfast' and, the steaming cup of coffee he turned on his heel and, took a seat near Devin. Near enough so he might watch the other less obviously. Not that he cared...or not that he would ever admit he cared. Such conflicting emotions. With a delicate roll of his eyes he plunked down in the not too comfortable seat. "Hmm...". Dusting dark locks away in a bit of annoyance Nikoli let his face lower over the cup of coffee. "Perfect..." Maybe after drinking his drink and, eating he would go find himself someone else to play with. That is unless the object of his current desire made a move. Wrapping both hands around the simple steaming cup Nikoli took his dear sweet time to let it cool to a more acceptable heat. No need to burn his tongue after all. When it looekd like it might be cool enough the same hands lifted it up to his lips and, tipped it for him to slowly drink. 'Damn that's hot! Augh!' Mentally grousing the cup was set back down and his now red tongue popped out for examination. These small little oddities and, the way he often spoke to himself made others think Nikoli was a bit out of it. He would disagree..unless he had taken some drugs. Now then he was really crazy.
After devouring every last crumb of brownie and, sipping at his now nicely cooled coffee Nikoli went back to 'man watching'. He would have enjoyed watching longer but, soemthing outside caught his attention..was that Asher? Asher and, someone else..plus a few of the random idiotic jocks from high school. Did they still go to school? Amazing. Tipping the final gulp of coffee from his cup and, giving Devin one last lusty little look Nikoli moved to his feet. By the looks of things Mr.Good two shoes stepped in. How sad..Nikoli wanted a piece of Asher himself why should the poor jocks be denied? As the jocks dispersed Nikoli felt his eyes roll again. The cup and napkin were thrown away and, then he was off. This time he made sure his feet were steady underneath him. No need to fall and crack his head open like a fresh egg. Asher had always been Nikoli's little boy toy..not that he truly cared for the other male but, he could always talk him into his bed. Or his car..or well just about anywhere. Smirking ever so slightly he moved a bit closer towards the entrance of the mall before finally halting his foot steps. The tone of his voice was a bit mocking though he tried to hide it with a none to sincere smile. "Asher...jock trouble again? I'm so glad someone was here to help you not get pummeled." Tch..yeah right. That would have made his day. "So what brings you out to the mall and also..why haven't I gotten a call from you recently? I'm so hurt.." A fake pout and big sad eyes worked their way onto Nikoli's face as he let both hand shove into his pockets. Why did it have to be so cold?! While awaiting answers Nikoli sighed softly his body fidgeting a bit as a cold snowy breeze blew by. Stupid winter could shoot itself.
I'm Rocking around the Christmas tree baby~
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Posted: Thu Jun 03, 2010 2:24 pm
||xxchristopher мiles נohnstonxx|| •мr. ηice• ♥
Christopher grinned ear to ear as the jocks started to walk off, feeling accomplished and a bit of guilt for threatening them. To protect the innocent, sometime you have to make others afraid. It was a sad but true precaution to take when you're Mr Nice. Not everyone liked him because he was always standing up for everyone. Especially those who couldn't stand up for themselves. Like his best friend Alex, who is so quiet that Chris feels the need to be with him. Not romantically of course, he'd been far too busy for that. More on a level of just knowing he was there for Alex whenever he needed it, which he never asked but always received.
Once it was just the two of them, he let him go carefully. Chris barely even noticed how uncomfortable he made the younger male in his arms. The fact that he called him his friend was just off the top of his head. He wanted to be everyone's friend, or at least whoever wanted him too. The never ending positivity could be pinned to his job with the senor citizens. They elderly there loved to tell him stories and say he was their friend. It made a lot of them happier when their children and grandchildren didn't visit often. No matter your age, you should have a friend. That was one of the most important things he learned from working their for two years.
Something he didn't learn was love, not love one's neighbor sort of deal. He was clueless with people's hearts. Like now, he'd never realize that he had been in a tight situation with someone who possibly liked him. "Its no problem, really. I just thought you could use some help, even though I said some pretty nasty things to them. But, I'm glad you're okay." He paused for a moment, fixing his scarf in the cold and looking straight at Asher. "You ARE alright, right? Do you need any assistance. I have band-aids." Always trust a man with band-aids. Even if they have fire trucks on from when he volunteered at a Fire Fighter fun night.
His concerned look turned to a smile as he patted his shoulder about to say that he looked familiar when another male stalked up to them with mocking eyes. At first Chris thought they were friends, even though they obviously had different tastes in clothes. Then, he noticed how affectionate his words were towards Ash even if they weren't real. Putting one and one together, he slowly came to the assumption that they were boyfriends. Whether Chris was taken aback by the fact that he was gay or that a little part inside of him was hoping to ask him to lunch for a chat. "Oh, hello there. Am I in the way of you two? Didn't mean to intrude."
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Posted: Thu Jun 03, 2010 3:19 pm
x x ♡Ashεr Jαmεs Mαckεnly♡ Rudolph thε rεd nosε rεindεεr I'm okay, I hit you remember?" Ash asked smiling a very small tight smile glancing at the hand on his shoulder. The blue eyes widened once more hearing Nikoli's voice and turned to face him. "Th..they were just be meanies" He stammered quickly, he wanted Nikoli too leave so that he could talk to Chris. "Yo..you said we were done. So I didn't think to call" he explained looking over at Chris. Reaching out Ash did one of the most boldest things and grabbed Chris by the wrist.
"I don't want you to go" Ash squeaked surprised with himself and looked at his other tormentor. "Leave me alone" he said strongly but he knew that it was not going to end there. He should have known better but he thought it was going to be different this time. It wasn't though, it never was Nikoli growled at him in fury and stomped over tearing Asher's hand from Chris' arm and pulled him away making him stumble over his feet.
"Let me go Nikoli, please you are hurting me!" Asher whined pulling at his arm looking back at Chris He wanted to be there with the nice male, rather then with Nikoli who would just wind up using him for his own purposes and toss him back out. Was it jealousy or something else that made Nikoli so violent and crueler then he usually was? No, that wasn't possible, a boy like Nikoli would never get jealous. "Owie!" he cried out as the grip on his arm tightened and he whimpered going silent as tears welled up in his eyes.
This would be over soon and then maybe he could find Chris and...and what? explain to the nice male that he was Nikoli's little toy? That no matter how many times he said no he always wound up falling for Nikoli's tricks. He couldn't help it, he needed someone to love and care for him. It didn't matter to him that it wasn't real for the time that it was going on Asher knew what it felt like and that was enough.
[ooc] I had permission to mod Nikoli[/ooc]
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Posted: Thu Jun 03, 2010 10:59 pm
 DevinxxxNicolasxxxKovaldxxx
Devin was able to take a few more scalding sips of the slightly bitter drink before the other boy got his things and took a seat nearby. While a bored look was plastered on his features his heart did skip a beat and he became disgusted with himself. Didn't he make a promise? Didn't he tell himself that he wouldn't even think about another relationship so soon? What had happened with Elliot still ate at him. He never thought that them dating would be trouble, Devin really liked him and that was all that mattered... Right? But then the ridicule started and the things people said to Elliot were so damaging.
"He's just going to abuse you." "Devin's an a*****e and you're a freak for even liking him." "Not only are you a f*****t but a retard too." "If you're dating him that makes you just as bad as him."
What could he do? Tell Elliot to suck it up? Beat the piss out of those people? Elliot wouldn't tell him who said those things and nobody else ever talked to him, never dared to look him in the eye.
Truthfully he was tired of the bad boy act. It was all more of a coping mechanism than pure evil. Life was so much easier when one kept people out instead of letting them in. Devin took a chance on Elliot and it left them both worse for wear and after Devin finally called it off his mood was fouler than ever, even taking days off from school to keep his sanity.
This was his last year, though, and if he somehow made it through to graduation then he could go off to college somewhere far away and reinvent himself. Being a bad boy was so exhausting.
Lost in his thoughts, Devin found himself staring at Nikoli and watched him leave, the rocker sending him a rather jarring look before slipping out the door. There was a moment of disappointment that was immediately brushed off. What did he care? Still, his eyes followed outside the shop and found what probably caught Nikoli's attention, the sixteen year-old punching bag and the one guy Devin felt more hate from than fear. "Christopher..." he mumbled aloud, drinking some more yet never taking his eyes off the scene that unfolded. A few words were tossed before Nikoli dragged Asher off and to be frank Devin wasn't surprised. There were always rumors of how Nikoli worked hard and played harder with all things taboo and especially Asher.
Yes, he knew. Devin knew about Asher practically being the rocker's sex slave and still he found himself attracted. What did that say about him? It seemed almost as if Devin wanted to take Asher's place and while he did think of having sex with Nikoli the way he seemed to feel about it differed from Devin's beliefs.
Suddenly the impulse to act came over him and he stood, tossing his now empty cup into the trash and exiting the building. When the shock of the chilly air subsided he shot a glance at Christopher before following after the other two. Devin grabbed Nikoli's hand and wrenched it off of Asher's arm. He turned the boy around and pushed him roughly back towards Christopher, leaving himself more of less alone with Nikoli. Devin didn't have a reason for what he did in his mind, he just did it and was now staring awkwardly at the object of his misguided affection.
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