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 Posted: Wed Feb 27, 2013 5:40 pm
A Moment of Your Time Please
I consider myself to be a lit roleplayer. I do have a job and are about to head into school again so I usually get a good post at least once if not every other day. Also, I have a bit of experience with Yaoi but I do not do R scenes here in Forums so do not push for it. If you wish to continue then PM me and I shall give it a shot, never had to post about such a thing ^^;.
1. I am looking for a Semi-lit partner here. I understand writer's block but it gets kinda hard to continue a roleplay when you write a good paragraph or two and get seven sentences back.
2. Please..please! No controlling other's characters. Writing ahead of time that you and your partner's characters start doing this or walking to there is a bit of a downer :/
3. No "I's" pretty please!
4. Follow TOS rules of course and that of this fabulous guild!
If you are interested shoot me a PM :]
Also we can switch up the story a bit if you like, just wanted a main plot. So adding school events, out of town trips and what not are welcome!
But anywho, The Story!
This story takes place in a small forest surrounded town. Where it yes, will snow and of course almost everyone knows everybody here. So, if you make a fool of yourself you will probably still be hearing about next week..be for warned!
Back to the story though yes?
Double dog dares, the most ultimate and highest degree of Dare that can ever be issued and one that is never refused. It is unfortunately for Mine that this was the case when Dared to kiss his life long friend Yours at a street party one evening. An evening that was a mere week ago and still seems all to fresh for the young Mines brain.
Sure, what was a simple kiss resulting from a dare among friends right? Just a stupid joke that was meant to be carried out and forgotten like no big deal. But for Mine who after so many years of hanging out with Yours doing everything from playing all the new video games, to playing practical jokes on teachers and peers, telling secrets, and even helping each other through trying times...a simple kiss was what this wasn't to Mine.
That night after the last mingling people scattered back to their own homes and Mine prepared a farewell to Yours he knew something had changed. That fluttery feelings of an on coming crush and make like like for Yours made it hard to just give a buddy buddy goodbye that evening. The fact that Mine went home thinking of the silly kiss and blushing the whole way made his fears a bit more prominent and the next day when it was difficult to even talk to Yours, he knew. Mine was Definitely crushing on his super best friend and it scared him.
Scared him because Yours had and was his best friend since five. Scared because in a town where everyone knew what was up how was he to keep this a secret. Horrified that if such a secret was to ever leek out that yes he was in fact interested in boys and correct, had a crush on Yours what would people think? What would his parents say? Most of all what would Yours think of him after finding out such a thing. So here Mine sits, trying to hide himself from the rest of the town while keeping his friendship with Yours as normal as possible. Will Mine succeed in keeping his inner desire's a hidden mystery or will students find out? Will Yours keep that night lingering within their minds as well or is it already forgotten?
Biggest of all will either of them tell the other their thoughts on that night and what will occur after such a thing...
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Posted: Wed Feb 27, 2013 5:42 pm
 My Name is Wesley Williams
Age exactly? 17 and if you couldn't tell..
Male
Oh! Uhh, if I had to describe I'm an Uke I suppose? If you bring me these i'll be your friend forever!
> Iced Coffee
> Peanut Butter
> A good Time
> Hilarious jokes or adventures
> Cool breezy Days
> School Skips! Don't you Dare..
< Deep Water
< Anger
< The fear of Others knowing
< Being Grounded...yes Its true
< Birds
< Spit...blood...etc. That's gross!
< Loosing a Soccer game The History?
Well as previously stated Wesley was just your average boy doing stupid things to pass the time in his small drizzly hometown. If he wasn't at school being silly with his best friend then he was wondering the town looking for a bit of adventure with said buddy. The two often are not seen without one another for who can cause a bit of havoc without his wingman, partner in crime, sidekick! Pssht, Wesley being the Sidekick here but who's keeping up right?
As a celebration for reaching a new year the small town had a good old street festival. Closing down Main street and making a whole day affair of setting it up. Heck the kiddos didn't even have to go to school that day so they could roam about and help their parents or neighbors prepare for that evening. There was to be fireworks and games, out of town venders and a fabulous chance to socialize with everyone when not contained withen the schools drab walls that is. Wesley's parents were running a old fashioned taffy stand so the blonde was set to help run it for part of the night much to his temporary displeasure for how was he to go and be a idiot when sitting behind a counter?
Luckily his super best pal was there to make the time go by a bit faster until his shift was over. Shooting rubber bands and counting the colors of peoples shirts as well as other various tasks were to be had until the clock reached eight...then he was free. Free to go and collect a good hoard of snacks so they could refuel and prepare for the "Big Bang" as the mayor of the town called it or in other words the fireworks. Might as well watch them right?
With a few hours to kill they settled amongst their classmates for a good old game of Dares. Wesley was always in for such a game considering he was wild enough to try anything thrown his way. Or so he thought until one of the girls, a red head by the name of Ashley or simply Ash, dared him to Kiss his friend. That's when he's rambunctious "Bring it on!" attitude fell from his face and to the ground with the rest of him. Kiss his best friend? It wasn't hard yes, but it was awkward considering they were both dudes and second their entire class was there waiting smugly for the dare to be carried out. Wesley tried to dodge it saying the dare wasn't adventurous enough and simply stupid. After a few minutes of arguing the girl used the final note, Double Dog Dare. The Dare that no one could back out of and the only choice was to go through with. Cursing his luck and turning to his friend with a dubious expression they both shrugged and did the dare. A simple Kiss that the others whooped at and poked fun for for the next week but something that Wesley himself wasn't going to be able to shrug off like a joke.
It was a moment that would secretly change the friendship he had with his neighborhood pal for what he thought to be forever. He went home embarrassed and confused at the turmoil boiling in his gut and had to go to school the next day lost. Constantly drifting off into his head to discuss what was going on..
He liked girls! Or he told himself this atleast for Wesley had even had a girlfriend or two and was constantly gawked at for his soccer team status. Hell he sometimes admitted to himself that he would show off for them when making a goal for the team or stealing the soccer ball on the field. Yet, somehow when thinking about being with a girl..it didn't click. His thoughts drifting more to adventures to be had with his pal, that and just his friend in general. This being the case, and with a good night to think about it he came to a hesitant conclusion. Yes he was crushing for his friend, and second...he was gay.
So then why was he avoiding his crush best he could huh? I've been told that I can be,
Wesley is quite the goof ball. Searching for a bit of adventure to otherwise add some pazazz in this drab, drizzly, forest side town. A good time is usually had when he is around for he loves a good practical joke just like the next guy. Crazy in the sense that he will eat just about anything ( food wise that is ) and if dared will go skiing down the roadside on a pair of skates.
He is a lover of athletics and is in fact on the school soccer team as what he prefers to call himself the shooter. He has a wicked accurate right kick and its given them a good run so far this year so it seems to be working. Yet he isn't all wild and joker no. Wesley enjoys a quite walk in the wee hours of night simply roaming the trees and rivers. He despite popular belief is a fragile mind and often holds what people say to him to heart so his feelings tend to get hurt a bit. Though you may never realize for it can be easily erased by his go lucky attitude of excuses to go practice soccer and what not.
As for anger? Not much..
He finds the whole emotion to be ugly if not frightening so don't expect to see it much when it comes to this blonde. Or at least not serious anger anywho. Sure there are sometimes when he can get into an argument with a teammate or a teacher but never does he hold a grudge over it. There has only been one occasion when he thought he was going to punch someone and that said someone wasn't even from this school.
Stubborn and caring, silly but clever also describe this blonde. Yet as of late he has been rather off. Twitchy and settling on keeping the topic of conversation on anything but the festival. Burying himself in soccer practice with a vengeance just to keep himself busy and away from his family and peers in silent fear that someone will know.. Extras? Well..nosey pants sheesh!
Wesley has a small tattoo on his left hip. Results of an out of town dare one weekend. It is a simple symbol otherwise known as CapsuleCorp. Yes, its exactly the CapsuleCorp. your thinking of and how he got it and even its existence is only known by his friend for his parents would kill him! Besides it wasn't like he got it in a garage or anything considering his uncle owns a shop in the next town over, only a good forty five minute drive away. [align=center][color=darkolivegreen][size=21]‡ [/size][/color][color=grey][size=18]┌ [/size][/color] [color=darkslategrey][size=15][b]Ⓦ[/b][/size][/color][size=13][color=lightseagreen]εｓΙє y[/color][/size][size=15][color=darkslategrey][b]Ⓦ[/b][/color][/size][size=13][color=lightseagreen]ιｌｌιαмｓ[/color][/size][color=grey][size=18] ┐[/size][/color][color=darkolivegreen][size=21] ‡[/size][/color][/align]
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Posted: Thu Apr 11, 2013 8:53 am
 surprised riginal" class="user_img" alt="User Image" style='float:right' /> I hope you don't mind, I decided to use your skelly for my character's profile because I wasn't sure of what info to put sweatdrop The Name is Carson Hale
Age exactly? 17 and of course I'm a
Male
As far as this yaoi thing goes and my dominant nature, I'm more of aSeme ...? I don't know why I'm even answering this... You're cool with me if you're into...
> Sports
> Food
> Having fun, especially with best friend(s)
> Video games
> Not doing school, but you have to do it anyway
> Laughing This stuff is SO not cool:
< Unnecessary drama
< Annoying sounds
< Being scolded or lectured
< School, duh
< Being in pain (physically and mentally)
< Dangerous objects and animals
< Being caught off guard
< Haters
< Losing, even over stupid things The History?
Well just like how Wesley explained, yeah we're just two idiot best friends off doing whatever what think would amuse us. No, I am NOT the sidekick, that title belongs to Wesley. I've been keeping track, of course. So yeah, we went to the town's yearly festival, helping out with Wesley's parents' booth. It sure isn't fun, but whatever, me and Wesley got each other to entertain.
Anyway, once we were finally set free from helping with the booth, we decided to go on and enjoy the festival with some classmates, who decided to do the good ol' Dares game. It started fine and all, until Ash (a fellow girl classmate of Wesley and I) dared Wesley to kiss me. What? Well, yeah. I was just as shocked and caught off guard as Wesley was, and I despised being caught off guard, makes me look weak. But anyways, we couldn't get out of doing the dare, considering that it was a Double Dog Dare. Definitely can't back out of that. So, me and Wesley did the dare.
And let's just say, it kinda went a bit down hill after that. Now, Wesley's acting all strange and distant, and it's pissing me off. It definitely had something to do with the dare. Hell, even I'm a bit shaken by that, but I can't let it get to me, so I didn't let it. But Wesley may still be bothered by it. But why though? I mean, we both dated a few girls in the past. We're both straight as a pole!
...Right? I guess I can be...
Carson is totally all male. He's into what most guys are into and he acts just the same, but he isn't a jerk, nah, he definitely has a heart. He's just that average cool-looking guy that most girls would consider hot and 'boyfriend worthy'. Though, just like his best friend, Wesley, he loves to goof off a lot, but knows his limits. At times, when he's bored, he either calls up Wesley or plays basketball at the local basketball court downtown. Hell, being bored was rare for him, he's mostly out on some awesome adventure with Wesley! Sure they seemed to wreck disaster and all, but hey, at least they had fun and didn't cause major damage that will make go to jail right?
Carson's also a gentleman, which is also another thing that makes girls like him more. He's friendly to all, humorously evil to some, and polite to the elderly...sometimes. He may not seem like it, but he's a bit of a mama's boy. Say even a joke about his mom, next thing you know, you'll be in a room getting surgery on some part of your body.
Carson's also on the basketball team (should be obvious by now) and is a 'small forward' since he's very fast, probably the fastest player on the team. Girls practically swoon whenever they watch him and his teammates practice in the gym. He doesn't even understand why they still find him attractive even when he's sweating like a pig in there. He finds girls very confusing sometimes.
Lastly, Carson's a strong-willed person and never gives up that easily. he doesn't have much of a temper (he isn't easily angered), but when he's mad, you might want to stay at least a good distance away. He'd also do anything just to get something he wants, though he doesn't have to work that hard, he always finds a way. Right now, he wants to know exactly why Wesley's been acting a bit distant and strange towards him...and he'll definitely do whatever it takes to get the answer. Wait, I have to put more? Well...
Carson has a weird-looking birthmark on his the side of his neck that could pass off as hickey, which people would always tease him about. His hobbies include basketball, goofing off with Wesley, playing video games, watching T.V. and sleeping. His classes are English, Geometry, World History, P.E., and Chemistry.
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Posted: Fri Apr 12, 2013 1:23 pm
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γσυ ▌☷ ┻╤╤┛ ▌┗╤╤┻ ☷ ▌ "Who said we were immune to bad hair days?" the male asked, huffing and effectively blowing his unruly bangs out of his eyes. At this rate he would probably be late but this didn't exactly stop Wesley from rubbing his chin in thought over whether or not he should just dunk his head into the sink and drench it in water. Perhaps it would merely fix itself on its own with a good wind dry?
"Wes! You still there? Your going to be late if you don't get a move one!" was the line that changed his mind. The woman's voice screeching up the stair case and earning a flinch from the blonde who had been holed up in the bathroom since early this morning. This hadn't always been a routine for Wesley. Taking so much time checking over his appearance. What was the point when one would simply get all sweaty during soccer practice and ruin his hard work anyways right? So logic told him to screw it but the more dominant part of this blondes brain worried over it. To many shared opinions had slowly took effect, twisting his thought process to their whispered will. Now he worked to make himself presentable instead of looking like he had just been rolled around in a typhoon for thirty minutes. However, today he would merely have to settle on the fact that his hair was going to look hideous and that was that. Ruffling his hand through the mess and shaking his head Wesley made a quick grab for his cellphone and jacket before heading out. Taking practiced steps of two at a time down the stairs and a ridiculous leap on the last one to put himself at a rolling stop leaving him able to scoop up his duffle bag and open the door all in one go. Now..run. he whined, swinging his bag so it rested in the small of his back leaving him room to swing his arms and gain momentum while darting out onto the sidewalk with the full intention of making it to the bus stop in six minutes. A stretch but doable.
Yes, on days he didn't have soccer practice Wesley took to the bus. Sure his parents had offered just letting him use the car but the boy would merely wave them off and continue on his day saying it was to expensive for a parking ticket. Which it was, thirty dollars to be allotted a spot on the school lot. Ridiculous! He also had a perfectly good bike that he could use to get to the fields when his coach called for it. Besides, riding the bus gave him time to catch up on needed sleep or forgotten homework. In between socializing that is. Who could pass up the perfectly good chance to snap someone from sleep with a yelp or pinch a girl's ear between his fingers just to annoy the crap out of her? Not him that is...
Not him because it was what people still expected. And when the class idiot wasn't, well being an idiot then something was wrong right? When something was wrong questions were asked and things were said that weren't meant to be said. Wesley pumped his feet to move faster, rounding a corner and taking a to hasty look across the street before crossing to the other side. No questions, no stupid answers. he confirmed, nodding his head as he slid to a squeaky stop on black flat topped sneakers earning a few looks from fellow classmates. "Made it..on time!" the boy heaved out, lifting his arms and crossing them on his head to appear calm despite his dog like panting. A few of them chuckled at this but nodded that yes he had indeed made it on time. Fabulous, seemed the day wasn't entirely a mess just yet. Now, just stand like a normal meat monkey and nothing could possibly go wrong right? he assured. Taking a layed back peek at the equally quieted kids standing along side him while waiting for their ride. Occasionally a small laugh would escape or a few mumbled words but other then this everyone was apparently tired. With no one catching his undivided attention this left Wesley to himself. Thumb quietly fondling over the red clad blackberry phone in his blue jeans pocket while his mind pondered over whether or not he should retrieve it..
Pull it from his pocket. Scroll to the first name on speed dial, and bombard said person with blank or pointless messages just to get a rise out of him before randomly switching topics to ask what the plan was that day. Shuffling his feet awkwardly about the blonde however decided against it. Removing his hand in favor of stuffing it in his grey T-shirt hoodie's pocket. He can ask me at school.. he pouted, turning to face the direction the yellow death trap would be coming from.
Stupid..
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Posted: Sat Apr 13, 2013 6:00 am
‡ ┌ C a r s o n H a l e ┐ ‡ ▌▍ When I see something I want... ▍▌ surprised riginal" class="user_img" alt="User Image" style='float:right' /> ▌『 it doesn't take long for me to possess it... ▌☷ ┻╤╤┛ ▌┗╤╤┻ ☷ ▌ Ugh, mornings. Carson looked at the reflection of himself on the bathroom mirror, running a hand through his thick, brunette-colored hair. He woke up the same usual time he did whenever it's a school day. And every time he woke up, he'd always feel cranky. One thing that Carson hated doing in the mornings, it was waking up. Especially when it's early. "Stupid morning," Carson mumbled as he stood naked under the shower head, the cold water running down his head and body. Everything was stupid to him the moment he wakes up in the morning. He closed his eyes and ran a hand through his face and into his hair, rinsing the shampoo off.
As he continue to rinse his body, Carson thought over some ideas on what he should do today with his best friend. So far, most of the ideas he had were either too lame or something he and said best friend already did. What was something they could do that isn't illegal and something they already did? It was then when Carson got out of the shower, changed into his clothes, brushed and combed, and headed downstairs did he get an idea. His mood had suddenly brightened and he smiled as he opened his fridge, got out an apple and kissed his mother and little sister Carrie on the forehead (both of them mumbling a 'good morning' and 'bye') and gave his dad a high five before he went out the door and to his black Volvo in the driveway.
Carson rides his own car to school since he isn't really fond of riding buses. On some of occasions he would, but that just it. His parents are good friends with the principal, so that $30 parking ticket had lessened down to $15. Though sometimes, his parents being close with the principal sucks. His parents had told the principal to keep a close eye on him and made sure he stayed out of trouble. At times, when he does get into trouble, the principal would let it slide but with an hour of a lecture and warning. That was punishment enough for him. The principal was okay, he guessed. Strict, but okay. It was safe at least, to stay on his good side and be friendly with him.
Carson took a bite out of his apple when he started the engine and glanced behind him for any cars. Seeing as there were none, he started to back up until he was on the road. With his free hand, he turned on the car stereo, Carly Rae Jepsen's 'Call Me Maybe' blasted out through the speakers. Carson frowned, changing the song. 'What Makes You Beautiful' started to play making Carson's frown deepen. He kept pressing the 'next' button until a decently good song, to him anyway, came along. He was so not giving Carrie rides to anywhere anymore if she kept putting songs that he didn't like in his playlist. He finally settled on a song by Simple Plan, by the time he reached a stop light. He bopped his head along to the music, humming along with the tune.
Carson decided to take out his iPhone, going through his contacts until he found the person he was looking for. He typed down a text, asking said person if he was already in the bus or was was still waiting for it. He then threw down his phone on the passenger and drove forward when he saw that the red light turned green. He then took another bite of his apple, his eyes still on the road. What to do, what to do... Up ahead, Carson saw some people at a bus stop, no doubt waiting for the bus. He saw a familiar figure standing among them. He smiled when he realized who it was and stopped on the side of the road, across the awaiting teenagers on the bus stop.
He rolled down the passenger seat window, leaned his head forward and shouted, "Yo Wes! Want a ride?"
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Posted: Sat Apr 13, 2013 3:31 pm
‡ ┌ Ⓦε ｓ Lє y Ⓦ ιｌｌιαмｓ ┐ ‡ ▌▍ Ｉ н αvє seen ｍａηｙplacesIn magazines Ｆaced many t h I n g sMuch D r a m a Ⓟlayed ╒ αя to m a n y games ▍▌Which I s Soccer ▌『ＢuΤ N e v e r нαs anything compared to..
γσυ ▌☷ ┻╤╤┛ ▌┗╤╤┻ ☷ ▌ It seemed fate had something up her sleeve this morning.
Not even a few minutes after Wesley had lost the courage in sending a simple text to Carson, turning to try and start up a conversation with the sleepy eyed girl next to him did his phone vibrate. The familiar ring tone beeping off and alerting its owner that there was something waiting to be seen within the inbox. Even before he dipped his fingers into his rear pocket or slid open the screen he was pretty sure he knew exactly who it was. Definitely not his mother. By this time in the morning she was probably just seating herself down at that grey little cubicle. Pulling on her headset before turning the computer on so she could begin her day setting up insurance for people's homes. His father wouldn't either for he to was already at work as well. No siblings nor other fello com padre's cared much for sending morning messages because to put it frankly they weren't much for rising early. Though neither was the owner of the name flashing across his bright screen either. Carson never had a liking for rising early..
"The bus? the blonde chirped, lifting a brow at his phone. Why would he ask whether or not the bus was here? Pinching his lips together at this the blonde cradled his phone between both hands and with a hesitant flick of his thumbs typed out a reply. "Nope, the crazy bat is running late. lol", simple enough he decided before pressing in the send button.
It felt weird to send a text to Carson nowadays. Heck, it felt weird trying to talk to the other really. Feeling as if his long time friend would be able to see through his guise and figure out what was laying just under the obnoxious surface. Which is why he took to creating excuses so he wouldn't have to. Wesley sighed, rubbing his arm anxiously as if merely thinking about his past lies would bring up suspicion. He felt horrid for relying on these little fibs as of lately. Telling his friend that Soccer practice would be keeping him late, or his mother needed him to run errands. It was wrong and often left him with an ugly taste in his mouth but..How was he supposed to trick someone who had been around him for nearly his entire life? You dont was the only reply offered by his subconscious. Making his stomach twist up. You don't fool someone who knows you as well if not more then you yourself does. He was surprised that Carson had yet to actually weasel an answer out of him yet. Or merely pieced it together on his own that is considering his childish behavior had started soon after that stupid dare. He cursed himself a million times over on how he hadn't just chickened out and left in search of something else to do. Hadn't just decided to be the p***y of the school for a few months until people moved on and dwelled on some other kids personal problems.
As the all to familiar black vehicle rolled into view Wesley found himself cursing once more. Why hadn't he studied science instead? Been a super genius that at the age of seventeen could of built a freaking time machine to back peddle to this morning where he could of avoid this very situation. Brown eyes flicked up from the crumpled grass he had been staring dazed at to the voice who had called his name. Carson of course, sitting across the way offering a ride. One that good ol' Wesley couldn't pass up. Sliding a smile into place he waved, showing that he had heard by giving a greeting and taking a confident step off the sidewalk despite the need to flee boiling in his gut. As he laughed at his classmates misfortune, calling out a "ha suck it!" to their complaints on having to wait he contemplated whether or not throwing himself into the gutter and rolling into a man hole would qualify as a disaster and keep him from having to go to school that day. Because, as the blonde drew near the car itself and the boy inside he felt anxious.. Maybe a loony once in a life time tornado would blow through town and destroy the school so he could go home and lock himself in his room for the day instead of sitting awkwardly for the next fifteen minutes or so.
"Pshht, you know it!" he answered the previous question. Sliding around the back of the car and popping open the passenger door before finally sitting himself down in the seat with a grunt of effort. Kicking his bag around the floor board until it was no longer in his way."I thought i recognized the sounds of hideous music in the air." he teased lightly, clicking the seat belt into place with a laugh. Yet as he finally settled down and heard the notes of said song drifting about the vehicle he was pleased to find that it was something other then the normal trash being blasted on the radio nowadays. "Thanks!" he stated, giving a goofy grin.
Well, he could try at least right? O.O.C: I to find that song ugly! It is always playing on the radio i swear! x-x and sorry for the short reply dear
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Posted: Sun Apr 14, 2013 8:26 am
‡ ┌ C a r s o n H a l e ┐ ‡ ▌▍ When I see something I want... ▍▌ surprised riginal" class="user_img" alt="User Image" style='float:right' /> ▌『 it doesn't take long for me to possess it... ▌☷ ┻╤╤┛ ▌┗╤╤┻ ☷ ▌ Carson smirked, taking another bite of his apple as he drove forward onto the road. He shook his head and sighed. "I don't even know why that sh*t was on my playlist to begin with. I'm suspecting it was my little sister who put it, the little demon. I swear, having a little sister can be a pain sometimes." It's true though. There were some times where his little sister, Carrie, had purposely irritated and annoyed him, just for her own selfish entertainment. Sure, he would also bully her a bit, but that's only when she starts it. Carson wanted to convince himself that she was adopted, but blood and looks prevented him from doing so. Heck, Carrie acted just like him when he was her age. The difference, though, was that Carrie was more diabolical, cunning and smarter than he was. Despite all that though, deep down, he loved that little she devil to death.
Carson, through his peripheral vision, glanced at Wesley. Even with his goofy smile on, Carson can still sense some kind of awkwardness and anxiousness coming off of him. He didn't like it. Wesley has been feeling like this ever since they came from the festival. Sure, he'd smile, tease, laugh a little and respond like always, but f***, like that would fool him. Wesley's been trying to think up excuses to avoid hanging out and it's starting to piss him off. Carson's patience is starting run out, he had to get Wesley to open up and spill on what was bothering him. So, after school, he planned to go to a place with him. But he'd keep it a secret until they get there.
"Hey Wes, do you have anything planned right after school?" he asked, his eyes snapping back onto the road. Since Wesley was riding the bus today, or was supposed to, Carson guessed he didn't have soccer practice today.
Taking one more bite, Carson threw the apple core out of the car window. It may not be much, but the apple was enough to satisfy his hunger. For now. He then turned off the radio, silence beginning to fall and deepen in the car and them. Carson continued to stare ahead at the road, but was on alert for Wesley's reply. He figured they have at least ten minutes before they would make it to school, so they still have some time to talk. He mentally sighed. Usually, the both of them should be cracking up right now on some joke that Wesley had told. Nowadays, all we had were quick chats and greetings to each other and at least two days of hanging out together. That's it. Carson couldn't help but think back, the time where they were in the festival and Wes was double dog dared to kiss me. Having no way to escape, they decided to do it. Well, Wesley did and Carson had no choice but to go along with it.
After the kiss, he couldn't help but feel a bit weirded out. I mean, he's his best friend, who's a dude, and they kissed. But, he didn't let it affect him. Well, tried. There were times when he'd thought of it, but they quickly disappear just as they appeared.
If Ash wasn't a girl Carson would really beat her up for using that double dog dare cr*p. If Carson knew they'd be kissing for a dare, He and Welsey would have think twice of joining our classmates and spend our freedom doing something else for the rest of the festival.You call your reply short? That is considered way longer in my book. Ah and the songs? Yeah, I don't personally hate them and I think they're okay but Carson isn't fond of them. Sorry if MY reply is short, I'm typing this while I'm getting really sleepy right now.
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Posted: Sun Apr 14, 2013 12:47 pm
‡ ┌ Ⓦε ｓ Lє y Ⓦ ιｌｌιαмｓ ┐ ‡ ▌▍ Ｉ н αvє seen ｍａηｙplacesIn magazines Ｆaced many t h I n g sMuch D r a m a Ⓟlayed ╒ αя to m a n y games ▍ ▌Which I s Soccer ▌『ＢuΤ N e v e r нαs anything compared to..
γσυ ▌☷ ┻╤╤┛ ▌┗╤╤┻ ☷ ▌ Once the vehicle was moving again Wesley allowed himself to relax if not just a bit. Sliding down in the seat enough to mush his hair up and leave him half slouched. "Might i bring up the theory that your sister was switched at birth.." he started, voice filled with humor while he wiggled the index finger of his left hand. "And now a little sadistic fairy child is living in your house posing as your sister while feeding off your sanity!" he blurted, sucking in a dramatically large breath to add effect before dropping his hands from the cat clawed position they had been switched into. Sure, they joked sometimes over Caron's little sister. Pointing out her conniving ways. Heck sometimes when Wesley went over he would attempt to best her through conversation. But never would the blonde think of hurting the kid. For as many times as he had been over to the others home Wesley could consider her like a kid sister of sorts since he had no siblings of his own to pester. To be truthful he thought of Carsons home as an extension of his own..
This was something he could work with. A topic to joke over and hang on to to prevent any signs of uneasiness that might slip through. Or at least anymore then what he was already feeling anyways. Sure, he had his gaze leveled with the street outside. Watching street signs and main street buildings pass by on their way to school. Which at this very moment Wesley couldn't help but notice was still way to far away. Far enough to force him to sit here with no chances of escape. A weasel caught in a cheese trap that it no longer wanted to be a part of. "Hmm? the blonde snapped out, turning his head enough to look at the driver from his odd angled point of view. After.."School?" he asked, though realized that his old habit of starting half thought of sentences was making an appearance so he quickly blurted out the full set of words. "After school...I, got nothing. Why, whatcha thinking?" Wesley finished, mentally enjoying a small victory over his lack of a dreadfully long pause.
The blonde male had no excuse this time. Since he was or had planned on riding the bus this morning it was obvious that Soccer practice was lacking today. Sharing most of the classes Carson did also prevented him from blaming school work as well. Besides, when had Wesley actually done homework at home?! Pshht, never thats when. Even thinking the words sounded so, fake to him it brought a smirk to his lips. They had also gone shopping for food to fill up the fridge a day or so ago so telling the other that he had to go to the store would therefore also be a lie.
But oh how he could wish though. Wesley shifting at the tense silence that was now overtaking the front and only seats. He was pretty sure that if he could cut through it with a dull butter knife because the air was so thick. I..say something ya dault! the slouched blonde coached. Fingers curling inside the confines of his jacket pocket from the silent frustration he was feeling. If this was taking place just a few weeks ago they would be laughing to the point of crying right now. Parking the car and stumbling out of it like drunks from their fit of jokes only to fall upon some student with the intent of teasing them as well. However, this seemingly was just not the case and Wesley had nothing he could bring up to start the chain of events because what was there to talk about? Nothing that was normal really. For the only thing smothering his head right now was the silence and past events that frankly he did not exactly want to bring up.
"To bad its not the weekend yet. I finally got a controller." he stated, a random bit of information really but something to strike up a conversation. Brown eyes flicking over to Carson as if to see what his reply would be. A month ago Wesley had broken his gamestation controller thanks to a late night escapade of attempting to conquer the mind boggling difficult whats his face...Subzero! Wesley's brows knitted with fury at merely thinking about that freaking character. After staying up until two in the morning trying to beat the blue clad ninja he had finally given up only to find that the next morning in his fury to curl up in bed Wesley had forgotten to save his game. Leaving him with hours of lost data and a broken controller because the blonde found he had thrown the thing out the window. Childish indeed.. O.O.C: It has just been to over played for me unfortunately..my work place always has a radio on x.x..
and lol, when i wrote that i didn't have any good ideas so i put that in before writing. ^^' didn't realize how long it got...sorry dear..
I probably sound like a big a**head I realize! I'm sorry, I sorry -__- and your post was fabulous so get some sleep girl!
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Posted: Sun Apr 14, 2013 9:07 pm
OOC: I just wanted to say..
I'm sorry! <( I didn't mean to sound so hideous! I think I rightfully deserve a neck slap for that. *ducks head*.. it was ridiculous of me. Please don't be mad! crying
I'm sorry @~@
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Posted: Tue Apr 16, 2013 3:24 am
‡ ┌ C a r s o n H a l e ┐ ‡ ▌▍ When I see something I want... ▍▌ surprised riginal" class="user_img" alt="User Image" style='float:right' /> ▌『 it doesn't take long for me to possess it... ▌☷ ┻╤╤┛ ▌┗╤╤┻ ☷ ▌ Carson nodded, his lips forming a smile."That's good. After school, I was thinking we'd go to a place I have in mind, hopefully it'll cheer you up a bit maybe, I don't know, but it's really something." It was indeed something, Carson had thought, when the place came in mind. Since his uncle owns it, he can get Wesley and himself in for free. Carson had chosen to go to the place simply just to see what Wesley would do. He had to test a theory to see if it was true. Wesley's reaction would determine the answer. He even laughed a little just thinking of it. I am so sorry Wesley, I truly am. But, I seriously need to do it. Of course, he didn't say this out loud, for Wesley might be suspicious.
"Seriously though? You got a new one? Well, it was about damn time. I should come over then sometime, it's been a while since I've visited your house and played some video games with you since you broke your controller." Carson chuckled, thinking about how Wesley had broken his controller, which was a month ago, because he'd had lost data for a game he so desperately tried to defeat a blue ninja and so Wesley had thrown it out the window. Carson was literally laughing so hard, it brought tears to his eyes when Wesley had told him the story. He even imagined how it had looked like, which made him want to laugh even more than he did. What way to deal with lost data Wes. Real mature of you.
Carson glanced at Wesley, only to find the guy glancing back at him with that brown eyes of his. Lately, Carson had been somewhat fascinated by it and often find himself lost in it's depths whenever Wesley had looked at him, which wasn't that much as before. Though sometimes, he'd catch him staring a him when he though he wasn't looking. It makes Carson wonder why that is. Why he acts that way, why he himself has a weird fascination with deep brown eyes, why everything. He hated being left wondering. He had so many questions still left unanswered and he'd been trying to lessen it. He had to corner Wesley sometime and get him to open up to him, no matter what it takes.
Carson glanced back at the road ahead, though it was a bit difficult for him since it really was hard to look away. It was weird, on why that is, and why he had only been feeling like this recently. There was something going on with him too and he also need to find out what it was, another reason why he wanted to go to that place with Wesley after school. Like he had thought earlier, he had a theory to test. He had to make sure that Wesley wouldn't bail on him on this, so he had to keep an eye on him at school. "Oh and Wes, try not to bail or think of an excuse to get out of going with me to the place after school. You're going and I'll make sure of that. Anyone tells you anything otherwise, say you already have plans that cannot be cancelled because, you do." Even when Carson had said it lightly and playfully, there's no mistaking the intimidating tone under it, plus the possible threat.
Better to do it sooner than later.LoLz, why have the need to apologize? You haven't done anything wrong, or stupid, for that matter. And no, you do not deserve a slap on your pretty neck (I don't have to see it to know it's pretty :3)! So yeah, no worries! ^^
Oh and you did not sound hideous! Why would you think so?
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Posted: Tue Apr 16, 2013 2:11 pm
‡ ┌ Ⓦε ｓ Lє y Ⓦ ιｌｌιαмｓ ┐ ‡ ▌▍ Ｉ н αvє seen ｍａηｙplacesIn magazines Ｆaced many t h I n g sMuch D r a m a Ⓟlayed ╒ αя to m a n y games ▍ ▌Which I s Soccer ▌『ＢuΤ N e v e r нαs anything compared to..
γσυ ▌☷ ┻╤╤┛ ▌┗╤╤┻ ☷ ▌ Wesley couldn't help but feel a wave of admiration for the other. Being able to see through his guise of goofy smiles and horrid humor to find the distressed blonde hiding just underneath. Though it also un nerved him all in the same stroke considering that Carson was still able to see through his mask despite Wes trying his best to keep it on correctly.
The very observation itself Wesley made no direct comment towards. Decided it be best to plow along ahead on the conversation instead of allowing his friend to mingle on the fact that yes, perhaps he was right."Is that so? Bring it on then." he finished, twisting so he could take a quick glance at the other hoping that Carson didn't bring up the fact that this was merely a cover up..or a lie. Because if his exterior really was failing like his friend was implying, then maybe Wesley really did look like a rainy gloom cloud of grey floating about the school halls? "You always have an eye for adventure I say." the blonde confirmed. Finding it difficult to continue to look at the other as he said this despite it being such an innocent comment. It was true, in most cases the wild and obnoxious things that the boys would occupy their times with was often the very ideas hatched from the confine's of Carson's cranium. Genius Wesley would say..always cracking something up out of that nutshell of a brain.
However as he turned his eyes towards the road for a much needed distraction, he took note that he would be lying if stating that Wesley was feeling a bit of excitement over what it was Carson had in mind. An old and very missed sort of emotion that he had been lacking for the past few weeks. It having been replaced with awkward and confused anxiety. Perhaps he could settle down once they hit the road later. Out from underneath the prying eyes of their classmates and amongst a crowd or random faces.
Blinking from his clouded thoughts the slouched male turned his attention back to the boy in question as he spoke up again. Words earning a smirk from the blonde whom of which crossed his arms and gave a childish pout. "You might of broken it to if you had to face that conniving b*****d Sub Zero. I swear it was as if the whole thing was some ridiculous payed off match or something." he huffed, though this time found his gaze studying the other with hints of humor. "You should...My games are collecting dust ya know?" he chuckled out. Finding the tid bit of conversation to be a little relieving to say the least. The heavy air of silence no longer looming over his head like an ugly rain cloud, for the moment.
Shifting his feet a bit to push himself back up in his seat Wesley was embarrassed to find that when he snuck a peek at the other Carson was already looking back. Staring back at him with those to-wise-eyes of his. Swallowing the blonde with a futile attempt lost his nerve to hold the other's gaze so he dropped it to his lap. Slipping his phone out of his pocket with the excuse of checking the time. Looks like we're not going to be late afterall. was all he could muster to think of as Carson turned away and said the very words that would set the mood for the rest of his day. Not that Carson intended it he decided. Neither of them were to fond on upsetting the other. But the fact that Carson was already jumping the gun and demanding that he not back out sort of riled up a tingle of nervousness over just exactly what it was that they were going to be doing after school. Noting how the brunette had given not a single hint on what it was by name nor activity.
When the other called him out like this it always made him feel like a little kid again. Being scolded by his parent for one thing or another. Wesley finally gave a few shaky nods, "Yea...ok." was the short reply that came. Ok, so maybe he did need some cheering up? Because at this very moment he felt like hiding in some forgotten part of the school and wallowing in self pity for the fact that Carson, despite not saying it aloud, was going to babysit the blonde until after school. Make sure he didn't try and make some grand escape out of the school and disappear off into the background again.
Somewhere in the back of his head Wes wished a bit harder for that miracle freak tornado to come blowing away the school so they could all go home..
Maybe this day would end quickly right? He could hope.. O.O.C: Oh thank glob! @-@ I thought I had made you upset...*dies of mini heart attack*..oh good gravies on my part lol xD and thank you haha
Also, I am very curious as to what sort of test you have cooking up over there! Cant wait <3
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Posted: Fri Apr 19, 2013 3:01 am
‡ ┌ C a r s o n H a l e ┐ ‡ ▌▍ When I see something I want... ▍▌ surprised riginal" class="user_img" alt="User Image" style='float:right' /> ▌『 it doesn't take long for me to possess it... ▌☷ ┻╤╤┛ ▌┗╤╤┻ ☷ ▌ Carson laughed at Wesley's response. He seemed a bit excited. Too excited. Well, after he finds out the place Carson plans to go to with him, his excitement may or may not change. It's all on his reaction. "Bring it on? My, aren't you a bit eager Wes. Too bad your eagerness isn't enough to overcome your anxiousness. You should relax a bit more dude. It's not like I'm taking you someplace dangerous." Though it may freak you out a bit and scar you for life... Carson thought amusingly, not daring to say it out loud. Caught himself in time too. He bit his lip, attention focused on the road. It was hard to keep himself from laughing at the little surprise he planned for them to go to after school.
An eye for adventure? Carson mentally snorted. Wesley won't be sure on what kind of eye Carson have for once they get to the place after school. Now that Carson had thought about it, he could say that this little surprise field rip after school could be considered a prank to the blonde. Wesley expected adventure, but the place was a hell lot less than one. Little did he know, it was all just a place of experiment for the both of them, mostly Wesley. Carson has been to the place once or twice, mostly to visit his uncle. The place was okay, he guessed, if his uncle was staying by him at all times. If he was left alone....
Carson mentally shivered at the thought. He'd have to try and protect Wesley as best as he could. Carson didn't think he would last for a second once he's left alone. He was too innocent. But, Carson had no other ideas. He'd wanted to do it without the blonde even noticing his intentions. He wanted to see his reaction himself. Plus, the place was rather an amusing choice and Carson loved a bit of humor. He might feel guilty about it later on and might possibly have his best friend angry at him, but in the end, it'll be worth it since he'd be able to discover the truth. But, if this somehow fails...f**** would he know, it had to succeed!
"Games' getting dusty? Why, your mom ain't keeping it clean?" Stupid, Carson knew, but right now, he wasn't thinking, just talking. "Maybe I'll come by this Saturday? If you're not busy of course." Saturday, he could do. Sunday, as his parents called it, was family day. Since both Carson's parents were off on that day, they'd make it as to plan family fun time activities, since they didn't want to be 'distant with their children'. Carson, nor did Carrie, could care less about that. They both loved their parents and thought they were doing a fantastic job with the parenting and everything. Though they both kept their mouth shut and did whatever it is their parents wanted them to do because they were scary as hell when whatever they tried so hard to plan all goes to waste because both Carson and Carrie claimed it unnecessary.
Glancing at his watch and back, passing by a few familiar buildings down the block, Carson knew they a few minutes away from the school. He dared a glance at Wesley as he shortly replied with a few shaky nods. God, Carson was feeling guilty already. His playful but little threatening statement must have scared him a bit. He licked his lips and looked back the road, lips cast a bit downwards at the side, almost as if it would form a frown. I'll make it up to you Wesley...
Once I know what you're hiding.//OMG, so sorry for the late reply! I got caught up on school work, I totally didn't have time to do this! But since it's the weekend, I'll make sure to reply back a bit quicker!
Ahaha, no problemo! I totally understand though, not many people are fond of that song, also Carson himself. *giggle* Oh and yeah, I also can't wait for the little test I'm cooking up there too as well! whee
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Posted: Fri Apr 19, 2013 3:29 pm
‡ ┌ Ⓦε ｓ Lє y Ⓦ ιｌｌιαмｓ ┐ ‡ ▌▍ Ｉ н αvє seen ｍａηｙplacesIn magazines Ｆaced many t h I n g sMuch D r a m a Ⓟlayed ╒ αя to m a n y games ▍ ▌Which I s Soccer ▌『ＢuΤ N e v e r нαs anything compared to..
γσυ ▌☷ ┻╤╤┛ ▌┗╤╤┻ ☷ ▌ Somehow when the other reassured him about where this "place" was they were going to Wesley found...that he didn't feel all to reassured!
His mind slipping into unorganized chaos as two different points of view fought to be heard when it came to the blonde's conscious.
Maybe I should just butt out of school as soon as first period is over.. was what he first thought of. There were a few ways he could slip out of the building and not be noticed until it was far to late for anyone to actually chase him down. Surely Carson couldn't keep an eye over all of the duo's escape routes now could he? Sure, they both knew all of the tips and tricks when it came to skipping school. Which teacher was standing by what door what words to hum out when a suspicious guard dog started an interrogation. But the basketball player was only one guy. It would be far to difficult for him to run the distances between the different routes to try and make sure Wesley wasn't making an exit now wouldn't it? Surely that was right the blonde told himself. Far to long a distance to run between all three points seeing as how they were nearly across the school grounds from each other. It could be done..
But, what if you miss out? was what followed next. A soft voice cooing out for Wes to just take a chill pill. Suck in a deep breath and think over the possibilities that could be presented when it was Carson, offering to go out hunting for a good time. Wesley however still allowing a worried frown to tug at his lips. Eyes blinking down at his duffle bag for a second or two before scrolling up to window to look at the passing buildings. That was just the problem though. It was Carson...offering to take Wesley out to, wherever it was they were going to do whatever it was the other had planned. Wesley, going out with Carson..to, hangout. That's all it is..just hanging out! Nothing more! he scolded, calming the minor panic that tugged at his stomach with a wave of butterflies. There was nothing different now then there had been a couple of weeks ago when the two got together and went out to cause chaos he confirmed. Though It was still hard to convince himself of this..
Especially with said driver looking like that?!
Wesley lifted a brow as he took in his companions appearance. Teeth knowing into his lip to possibly hide some sort of laughter before slipping into a suppressed smirk. It only begged to raise suspicion within the Soccer player. "You know. Your not very reassuring when you snickering like that pal." he stated with a light snort of laughter, ruffling his hair almost guiltily because he was questioning the other's motives. When he should of just shrugged and started the usual routine, throwing out ridiculous guesses which would inevitably lead to wild assumptions involving nothing but obnoxious words before they both fell into historical laughter. Though this part of the conversation never really came. Finding that it was growing a bit to silent again. Though, he had a lack of words right now. Mind starting to drift back to how the day might of gone if he had just..skipped with the lie of being sick before Carson spoke up. Saving the day again.
"Saturday is ok. The uppers have some sort of night out planned and...hey! No!" Wes blurted, realizing through mid sentence what the other had actually said. His mother still cleaning his room? Ha, so not true. Wesley was a big boy and could do it himself. Just as the blonde was about to turn towards the other with a small victory smirk did it dawn on him that his defensive answer was still just as stupid. Having merely given the boy a confirmation on the fact that his mother probably didn't clean enough instead of not cleaning his room because Wesley did. "I mean, she doesn't have to...wait, I...oh crap." he finally finished. Stumped for answers because his words were to jumbled. Carson had got him this time and left him all tounge tied. Wes puffed out his cheeks instead at the other, plopping his chin into the open palm of his hand. Elbow resting on the passenger doors hand rail while brown eyes scolded the other. "You stumped me. I give you that one." he finished, twitching his lips into a crooked smile. Somewhere along this mess of a sentence perhaps the blonde would happen upon the conclusion that he hadn't fully answered the other's initial questioning of coming over Saturday. O.O.C: Nah, don't worry about it! Your fine your fine x3 and Carson is just a cutey xD lol just gotta get through their school day now huh haha
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