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The familiar soft tick-tick-tick that radiated from the clock next to his bed didn't bother to help Grayson feel better. Usually coming from a drastic situation and being placed into a normal environment, he would be able to catch his breath, relax and relieve off stress that took over him. But this time, it just felt so different. So unfamiliar. And the ache at the back of his throat hurt like crazy. He didn't have anything to drink at the party, but even he felt like asking 'what happened last night'. So many faces, such a big crowd. There was the memory of Jordan never showing up followed by the love-hate match between Dima and Wyatt. That even catching him totally off gaurd with how personal everything was. Personally feeling a bit at fault for the end result and even asking such a personal question in the first place. The moment it left his lips, he could feel the eye's watching him as if to ask 'what the hell are you thinking?'. It made his body squeeze into a tight ball with the fetal position he was already cradled into. Brown hue's taking their turn peeping from under the blanket towards the countdown of the alarm programed. He had plans to go to the mall with Errol but... 'Errol...' Just the name brought his face back into his knees. A silent tear slipping from the corner of his eye as the lids clenched themselves tightly. He wasn't going to cry anymore... he wasn't a baby. Crying was for babies, not men. Still, he couldn't help it.
The sight of Errol and Ray standing so close together in the halls. If it wasn't for Xack, he might not have seen what happened before him. Or maybe he would have. Amazing how a high for someone actually asking for his number had been crushed in one easy blow. Face to face, touching... he could even feel Xack's grip tighten around his shoulder. But he didn't ask any questions. It was already confusing seeing Errol making out with the guy the way he had, but to see him on someone that he just confessed to liking? It hurt. His best friend wouldn't do something like that though, would he? No, it was Ray. Ray was the one pushing against the wall. Ray was the first one who had walked away from him. Of course, he was stupid to think the latino would have any interest in him. Why when there were so many other attractive people there? Gray was just... gray. Boring. Plain. Ordinary. Average. He wasn't muscular like Wyatt or sassy like Dima... or attractive like Ray, Xack and Eroll. He was just himself. It was the reason no one probably noticed him too often. Maybe it was the reason Ray didn't care to get to know him. Who was he kidding. That was stupid to even think it would be different this time.
Before the annoying ring could worm it's way out of the clock, Grayson's hand found it's way to the off switch. There was no point in laying around just waiting for it to go off if he had already been up for two hours. It took another moment before his body found the courage to rise from the sheets. Covered in a tee-shirt and black gym shorts, Grayson found his way falling into the same pattern he carried for years since he turned into a teenager. Having his own room was way different than sharing with his brother. The new found freedom didn't add much to his life but a tiny bit more privacy. The smile he would usually muster towards the mirror hanging on his closet door, the small rise of his shirt before being pulled back down, the frown that followed, insecurities, the sigh that came after. Hating everything about yourself was a 24/7 job it felt like. No amount of inspiration songs was going to make him feel any better. No matter how many times he was complimented or how great he did in school, there was just that one missing piece he couldn't seem to gather. Whatever that was. "Stop whining."
The words didn't come from him. A subtile glance and a rise at the corner of his lips was directed towards the person standing in the door. His older twin brother, Jordan. The only person to know about his bout with depression over his appearance. Even with his badboyish image and 'shrug personality', Jordan actually attempted to help him in the start. But growing bored and tired of no success, he switched over to a more aggressive side that showed he didn't care anymore. But it was obvious to Grayson that the boy actually did care. "Lee wants us to hurry up so we can eat, so get a move on it. Homo." With a quick wink, Jordan pushed off from his stance and headed down the hall. Grayson couldn't do anything more than bring an actual smile up and push himself to get ready. Black tee-shirt and not-too-tight blue jeans... not too normal, right?
indentShady was bored beyond any stretch of the imagination. He had been back in town for two weeks and was already regretting the decision to come back to his home town. Or rather, the town he once called his home. The blonde hadn't considered this place to be a true "home" in many years. A good fourteen, in fact. Ever since he ran away. Shrugging those thoughts away, the male slowly sat himself up from the comfort of his bed and glanced over at the man sleeping next to him. A light smirk played at his lips as he ran his fingers softly through the Kyd's hair. Ever since he'd gotten back to town, this had been a nightly routine for himself and this Stoner that he called a friend. Shady wondered if the other ever actually went to his own place or just constantly came to visit him in his rather rundown apartment. Not that he minded, really. Shady rather enjoyed the man's company. Of course he wouldn't dare admit it, but he was rather lonely now that he was back in town. Any ties he had to the place outside of the gang were long gone so he didn't really have much to do with his time. His apartment was all this branch of his gang, the White Lies, could find him on such short notice. So he decided not to look a gift horse in the mouth, as the saying goes. They'd had to pull enough strings just to do this for him. Luckily, he was a high enough ranking member that most of the others would practically grovel at his feet and give him anything he desired. There were advantages to having a gang as widespread as his.
indentSliding out of bed, careful not to wake Kyd in the process, the blonde rummaged through the drawers of his dresser to find a decent pair of clothes to wear. He settled on a pair of black skinny jeans, a white muscle shirt, his black hoody, his leather gloves, and his black combat boots. Once he was dressed, Shady returned to the bed and reached under the pillow, pulling out his trusty handgun. These days, he never went anywhere without it. Knowing his luck, he'd get jumped and killed the one time he decided not to bring it with him. Slipping it into an inside pocket of his hoody, Shady moved away from his bed and towards the tiny makeshift kitchen. Once there, he picked up a small notepad and left Kyd a message, saying he was going to the mall to kill time until the job that night and to meet him there if he wanted to spend more time together. Smiling a bit to himself, the male set the note on the counter next to the small refrigerator so the other would find it before heading out the door, grabbing the keys to his Ducati on the way out. The motorcycle was his one binge purchase. He'd seen it on display at a motorcycle shop and just couldn't say no. He had to have it or he would have kicked himself in the ass later for not getting it. So far it hadn't been a bad investment. It was fast and lithe, great for getaways, which was something he'd needed desperately. The old beat up tin can he used to drive was not even remotely good for that. It broke down more often than it actually started, but it was all he could afford when he was still a low-ranking member of the White Lies. Now that he was higher up, Shady could afford better things due to his higher paycheck. It was something he had worked his ass off to get.
indentWhen he got outside to the parking lot, the blonde quickly found his precious bike and hopped on it. The mall would be a great place to scope out people, see if there was anyone he still recognized from the good old days before he ran away. There was one person in particular he was looking for. However, he wasn't about to tell anyone that the true reason he came back into town was to find a piece of his past that he missed. The one thing he regretted leaving behind. If he could have taken that person with him when he ran away, he would have in a heart beat. Putting the key in the ignition and starting the engine, the blonde quickly flipped the bike around and took off towards the mall. 'It at least gives me something to do until tonight...this job's gonna be huge, though...I'm almost nervous. Almost. Psh, these guys have never gotten orders this big before from the higher ups. They're probably shaking in their boots,' he thought to himself as he drove. It wasn't long before he arrived at the mall and pulled into one of the parking spots for motorcycles and cut the engine. Getting off of the vehicle, the male made his way inside the mall. Looking around, Shady wondered where he should go or what he should do, then he remembered a sitting area on one of the upper levels. It was a great place to people watch so he made his way up there. As he stepped off the escalator, Shady caught sight of a boy already sitting in the area. He looked rather lonely so the blonde decided to go keep the boy company. Smirking ever so slightly, he walked towards Dre and took a seat next to him. "What's the matter, hon? Why do you look so down in the dumps, huh? Interested in some company?" Shady asked, leaning back a little bit in the chair, still smirking.
For the past two weeks, Kyd had actually felt normal. He'd felt like a person. A good person. Well, okay, maybe not a good person, but he was happy. The hallucinations had been diminishing since he'd started a "relationship" with one of the higher-up's in his gang, Shady. He didn't really know anything about the man, but he was attractive and kind and had an amazing smile. That was all that mattered, right? Besides, it had been at least a decade since he'd last had an actually friend, probably more. A friend with benefits just fit his new adult tastes better. He made a small noise as Shady got out of bed, nuzzling into his pillow. It was so nice to feel comfortable and safe that almost nothing could stir him from his sleep.
"He's gone. He left. Help. Get help. No. No, leave. Fine, fine fine."
The voices that bombarded his mind made him groan. He rolled onto his back and put his hands over his ears, but that only made them yell louder. "Fight, fight. You fight. They'll find you." In utter frustration, Kyd put the pillow over his face and screamed into it until the voices shut up. After a long few minutes of silence, he threw the pillow across the room and sat up. Shady was gone, he was alone. With a heavy sigh, he slipped out of bed and stumbled to the bathroom to take a shower. The warm water felt amazing, especially after the previous night's heated events. After showering, he got out, dried himself off, and slipped into the clothes he'd worn yesterday. A pair of dark, ripped skinny jeans, old combat boots, and a worn and faded Bob Marley shirt. Typical, yes, but also very comfortable.
Once he was dressed, he went to fish out his stash in one of the kitchen cabinets. As he tucked a few joints in his back pocket and lit the one in his hand, he noticed the note. Just seeing Shady's handwriting made him smile. The mall was an odd choice for a hangout, though. Wasn't that kind of...middle school? Still, he could take mall cops if he had to. Chuckling to himself, he left the apartment, sliding his switchblade into his pocket as he went. By the time he reached the mall, he was in his usual completely stoned state, smiling and giggly. It took a good half hour for him to find Shady through his weed-filled mind. Eventually, he caught sight of him talking to another boy-girl?-at a small sitting area. "I didn't know you were into kids, Shady~" He mused as he got closer, throwing his arms around the man's shoulders and resting his chin on his head.
A voice at his side brought Dre's attention away from his phone long enough to lance at the stranger that had started up a conversation with him. "Oh great, a pedophile." He muttered, turning his attention back to playing Tetris on his phone. "No, I am not interest in any company, especially from some creepy perv." It took a long moment for Dre yo speak again, and that was only because his game had finished. Sighing a little over dramatically, he put his phone on the table and lolled his head to look over at the stranger. He was tall, blonde, piercing eyes, fairly attractive. However, he was obviously a lot older than himself. "Well, actually..." He started, twirling his hair around his finger as he bit his lower lip. "If you're this hot, maybe you can stick around." He finished, winking at the man playfully.
Just as he was about to say something else, another man came jogging up to them. He reeked of pot. "Oh, wonderful, another pedo. And this one is completely stoned!" He smiled sarcastically, then flopped back in his seat and sighed again. Kyd looked hurt, playing with Shady's hair idly. There was a long moment of silence before Dre looked back at the strange men, eyeing Shady carefully. "I know who you are, you know."
indentDima woke up the next morning to a large furry lump lying next to him on his bed. In his groggy, half asleep state, the male thought that it was a monster in his bed, which caused him to leap out of bed and almost scream in terror. But once he was able to calm down and take a look at the lump, he realized very quickly just who it was. Angelo. His beloved Burmese Mountain Dog. Now the male was mentally smacking himself for panicking like he did and crawled back up onto the bed to curl up against his rather large dog. Angelo looked over at Dima and licked his cheek, letting out a small whimper as he wagged his tail. For the moment, the male didn't want to move from his spot on top on Angelo. He was so comfortable and all he wanted to do was bathe in the after glow of what had happened last night. Him and Wyatt had fucked. They'd had sex. For the second time. It was something that he couldn't get off his mind. That and the fact that he'd agreed to be friends with benefits with Wyatt. That thought sent butterflies rising in his gut. The blonde knew that the other wanted to keep this secret but he wondered just how far he could go with Wyatt before the athlete thought they were crossing lines in public. Glancing over at his bedside table, Dima saw his phone and slowly sat up. Reaching over to pick up the device, the blonde stared at it for a few moments, contemplating whether or not he should text Wyatt and ask if he wanted to do something. But where would they go? What would they do? There really wasn't much to do iin this town, at least, not at their age. Maybe they could go to the mall? Was that too public? 'Well...there's no way to know but to text him and see...' he thought to himself.
indentGoing through his contacts, Dima found Wyatt's number and set up a new text message to send to the other. But a bout of nerves almost stopped him in his tracks. What if Wyatt said no? What if he got mad at Dima for even suggesting such a thing? It wasn't as if he was trying to bring the other out into the open. He just wanted to spend time with him. Was that such a crime? 'No way to know but to try.' Taking a deep breath, the male began to type out a text. Hey, if you're not busy, would you wanna come chill at the mall with me? If not it's fine. I'm just kinda bored. Closing his eyes, the blonde hit send and slid off of his bed. Clutching his phone tightly in his hand, he picked out clothes for the day and went into the bathroom to take a shower. Setting his phone on the counter, the male stripped down and turned on the water. While he waited for it to heat up, Dima stared at himself in the mirror, flinching at the sight of the tattoo on his chest, knowing what it covered. The blonde remembered actually telling Wyatt the reason behind the tattoo and the scar it hid, a thought which caused him to cringe once more. He couldn't believe he'd ended up telling the athlete about that. He barely was able to even tell his grandparents but they needed to have some form of explanation as to why he now needed to live with them. Tearing his eyes away from his reflection int he mirror, the male hopped into the shower and let the warm water relax his muscles and take his mind off of the dark thoughts. After he thoroughly washed himself off, removing all the smells from last night's party, Dima turned off the water and stepped out of the shower, toweling himself off.
indentOnce he was dry, the male redressed himself in a pair of dark gray skinny jeans, a black muscle shirt, a black hoody, and his combat boots from last night. Once he was dressed, Dima took a look at himself in the mirror, zipping the hoody up halfway before grabbing his phone and slipping it into his pocket. He waited eagerly for Wyatt to respond to his text. The anxiety was killing him. He felt like he was going on a first date, which wasn't exactly the case but with Wyatt every emotion he had was amplified. Overall, the male was fairly satisfied with how he looked so he left the bathroom and headed into the kitchen to take his pills and grab his keys. His grandparents were sitting at the table, eating breakfast, so he went over and kissed his grandmother on the cheek and smiled towards his grandfather. "So what are your plans for today, Dima?" his grandfather asked, taking a sip of his coffee. "I was gonna go to the mall with a friend. Just hang out and have a good time. It'll be way more relaxing than last night," Dima responded, popping his pills and downing a glass of water. Setting the empty glass in the sink, he grabbed his car keys off the counter. "I'll be back a bit later. Love you." With that, the blonde headed out to his car and drove himself to the mall. In the parking lot, Dima parked his car and locked it before heading inside the large structure. As he walked in, the blonde turned and headed towards the music store that he worked at. Maybe he could get a sweet deal on some new music to play. It would at least keep his mind off of his nerves. Wyatt needed to text him back soon or he was going to have a panic attack of some sort.
indentShady let out a very loud laugh at Dre's response to his question of wanting company. A pedophile? Just because he wanted to engage in conversation with the boy? Now that was taking it to a bit of an extreme, the blonde thought. Creepy perv? Had the kid even looked at him? Certainly he had a rather dangerous air about him but did that make him creepy? Not in his mind. In fact, some men were even turned on by the air of danger he gave off. It was something he'd used to his advantage many times in the past. Okay, the pervert part of Dre's insult he couldn't exactly argue with. He'd be lying if he did, anyway. Most of the time, Shady was not a liar. He simply omitted parts of the truth. But he never denied he was a pervert. Watching the boy in silence for a few moments, Shady noted that the other was playing some sort off game on his phone, which would explain the lack if response to his comments aside from insults. Finally, though, right as he was about to open his mouth, Dre seemed to finish his game and finally turned his gaze onto Shady. The brunette cut him off before he had the chance to speak and the blonde couldn't help but raise his eyebrows at the boy. So he'd finally noticed that he was attractive, eh? Well that was a start. Chuckling softly, the male leaned slightly closer to Dre, watching him carefully. "Oh trust me, I'm definitely this hot. You should see me naked, sweetheart. No one's been able to resist me yet," he replied in a sultry tone, smirking ever so slightly. He could definitely had fun with this kid if he wanted to. But that was not the reason for his being in town. Then again, no one said he couldn't have a little fun while he was here.
indentJust then, Shady heard a very familiar voice from nearby. Sitting up a bit, the male started to turn his head, only to feel arms wrap around his shoulders and a chin rest on his head. Smiling a bit, the blonde glanced over his shoulder, making sure it really was Kyd. Reaching up, he rested a hand on top of the other's. "Hey there, Kyd. Did you sleep well?" he said softly. Kyd was one of the very few people he actually felt comfortable enough around to show a bit of his true self. But quite a few of that side was still locked inside of Shady. He doubted it would ever really come out. At least, not while he was still in the gang. There was too much riding on him remaining strong and pretending that nothing phased him. Hearing Dre call Kyd a pedo made Shady laugh even more, leaning his head back against the other's chest. "Oh come on. He's not that bad. Sure he's a little stoned but he's not bad," he responded in Kyd's defense, still trying to stop himself from laughing even more. The silence between the three of them seemed to last forever as the blonde watched Dre watch him. What was going through the other's mind? Why was he looking at him like that? Soon enough, the male got his answer. Dre's comment caused him to stiffen, his face growing pale and impassive. What did he mean he knew who he was? There was no way this brat could possibly know! ...Could he...? Could he really know who he was? Was it really that obvious? 'Shit...' he thought to himself, mentally panicking. Quickly, Shady changed his expression and raised an eyebrow at Dre. "I don't know what you're talking about, kid. You don't know nothing about me. Who do you think I am?" Glancing over his shoulder at Kyd, his grip tightened ever so slightly on the other's hands.
Grumbling quietly, the male ran his hand across his lips only to feel wet water dripping down the side of his lips. Drool. How utterly and fucking attractive that had to look right now. Squinting and covering his eyes, he heard a groaning sound from a woman leaving the brunette's eyes to widen. Turning his head to the side, he tried trying to see who it was, moving the hair away from the females face. And a punch went straight to his jaw leaving Wyatt to fall back and bang his head on the coffee table knocking out cold.
"Oh shit!!", Cecilia screamed after hearing the bang, shooting up to look at her unconscious son laying on the ground, "Oh my... Oi! Lisette! Bring me the first aid kit, I hit your brother again!"
- - 2 hours later - -
Feeling a pinch on his nose, the brunette moaned angrily trying to pull his head back only to feel it forcibly moved back to it's original position.
"Don't move pussy or I'll kill you.", his sister grinned at her brothers eyes shooting open, "You really are a big, fat, wimp Wyatt!", the girl released his nose and plopped back against the sofa poking the males calves.
"Watch your mouth and leave your brother alone Lissy.", the female brunette sighed as she walked in holding a cup of coffee, setting it next to Wyatt as she walked back to the kitchen.
"But mom, he just went back to sleep the minute you hit him! He's a pussy!", she laughed and pointed at Wyatt, "You can take hit's from guy's who are twice your weight but you can't take mom's hit's! You my dear brother, are a vagina."
"Foder! Lisette Angelina Hyatt! Get your ass here pronto!", the woman shouted from the kitchen, Lisette looking back, giggling quietly as she looked back at Wyatt.
Sticking her tongue out at her brother the fifteen year old stood and skipped away to the kitchen. Screams and laughter could be heard from the kitchen. And a few things calling on the ground... And a plate breaking... And some cursing... And some more screaming, groaning, Wyatt laid his head back on the sofa, covering his face with the pillow. Feeling his phone vibrating like a guy who just finished getting high off of coke, he shot up staring at his phone, Hey, if you're not busy, would you wanna come chill at the mall with me? If not it's fine. I'm just kinda bored. Blinking he couldn't help but be sent into a fit of laughter as he stood up quickly.
Running upstairs, the noise from the kitchen ended up fading to an empty background while he ran all over the place throwing clothes all over his room. Of course he'd end up getting bitched at for making a mess, but whatever. Why was he so excited? Unlocking his phone, Wyatt he back to reply; Be at my house in thirty minutes. Not too fucked up right? Examining it for a moment he hit send and shrugged, I don't think that's too harsh. Whatever though, it's just Dima. Shrugging he headed for the bathroom naked, wrapping his lower half with his towel.
- - 20 min. later - -
"Fuuuck!! Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!!", Wyatt screamed from his bedroom, "Where are they? Where the fuck are they!?", running around his room, Wyatt tripped on the sneakers he was looking for.
Looking back he shook his head, he was a complete mess right now. He was more than worthy of being considered laughing stock with how excited he was. Why the hell though? Was there any purpose what-so-ever for him to be this happy? Grabbing his jacket, hat, and watch, the male ran down the stairs being stared at by Cecilia. The woman shook her head watching the male run to the kitchen.
"It's in the fridge!"
"Thank you!", Wyatt shouted downing the coffee and swallowing the bread whole while he ran back to the living room, "How do I look?", Cecilia glared at Wyatt and turned her finger in a circular motion, "Yes, no? Yes, no?", shooting Wyatt a thumbs up he grinned and fixed his watch.
"But didn't I tell you last night, you couldn't go out cause you were grounded?"
"But ma, I'm almost eighteen! You're really gonna treat me like Lisette?"
"Fuck you asshole I heard that.", Lisette scoffed, jumping on the sofa, flipping him the bird.
"Your report card is almost in. I want it, got that? If you're failing any classes your ass is mine, got that Dwayne?", she glared at the brunette, raising her fist at him, "Não entendi!"
"Yes mom...", Wyatt sighed and walked out the door hearing Cecilia shouted at Lisette again for cursing.
Sitting on the steps of his home, the brunette brushed his hair to the backwards and put on the red colored hat. Looking at his outfit he grinned and shrugged. A good blend of earthy colors. Perhaps he'd stick out a bit with Dima this time. He was going out with him... Casually... Or whatever they were, friends-with-benefits. Fuck... Ugh, whatever man! Wyatt groaned and adjusted his watch and jacket, looking up at the pale sky.
O.O.C - Outfit below! Will be tweaking the post-layout later too.
O.O.C - Outfit below! Will be tweaking the post-layout later too.
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indentIt very shortly after he entered the music store and was browsing the rows and rows of guitar music that his phone finally vibrated. Jumping a good ten feet in the air, Dima reached into his pocket and quickly whipped out his phone, causing it to slip out of his hands and fall onto the ground with a loud thud. "Shit..." he cursed himself as he knelt down on the floor and picked up the device with trembling hands? Why the hell was he so excited anyway? It wasn't as if he'd seen the name of the person who was texting him yet. But, for some reason, he knew it was Wyatt. His anxiety was on high at this point, panicking over how the brunette was going to respond to his offer of going out...hanging out...whatever the fuck you wanted to call it! They were more than friends...but less than boyfriends...? Was that right? 'Oh who gives a shit, Dima! Just answer the damn phone and stop freaking out!' Getting to his feet once more, the artist took a few deep breaths before unlocking his phone to check who had sent him a text. Sure enough, it was Wyatt. A nervous smile played at his lips as he opened the message. Reading what it said, the blonde's eyes nearly bugged out of his head. He reread it a second time to make sure he understood. Once he was certain that he wasn't misreading anything, Dima slumped and leaned his head against the shelf of music. "Fuuuuuuuck are you kidding me? I have to drive all the way back to Wyatt's place? Ugh...in half an hour..." he muttered to himself, sighing faintly in defeat. "I can't win..." 'Oh come off it, Dima! He agreed to be with you today! Just suck it up and go pick him up you stupid douche!' The rational voice inside his mind was right. He should be thankful that Wyatt agreed to it and didn't say no. Honestly, the male thought that he was being a bit too up front by asking to hang out right after they'd had sex and agreed to this friends with benefits thing.
indentLifting himself up from his position against the shelf, Dima sent a quick "Ok" to Wyatt before browsing the music once more. He had a few minutes to kill before he needed to head out to meet his date. Date? Did he seriously just think that? God all of this had the blonde's head so fucked up! Biting his lip hard, the artist forced those thoughts away from his mind and searched through the music. It wasn't long before he found a book that caught his interest. The book was full of Shinedown songs, from all of their albums. Shinedown was one of the blonde's favorite bands so, naturally, he was extremely excited by this find. Happily picking it off the shelf, Dima headed towards the counter to check out. The man behind the counter, Ryan, recognized him immediately and smiled at him. "Hey, Dima. What are you up to today?" he asked as he scanned the blonde's book. Dima blushed slightly and looked down. "Um...well...I was just gonna chill here...and I think I might have a date. Maybe." He hadn't given anything away by saying that, right? He was being intentionally vague to prevent that from happening. Just because he swore to keep this a secret didn't mean he couldn't say that he was maybe on a date with someone. Ryan lifted his head to look at Dima with a raised eyebrow. "Really? An actual date? With whom?" "That's not really something I'm gonna tell you." Letting out a nervous laugh, the male paid for his book in cash and waved a farewell to Ryan before heading out of the store and towards the parking lot. Glancing down at his phone once more to check the time, he realized he had 15 minutes to get to Wyatt's house. A reasonable amount of time if he sped which, considering the horsepower in his car, wasn't an unreasonable feat.
indentWhen he reached his car, the male quickly unlocked the vehicle and slipped inside. 'Blah, I really wish he'd have texted me earlier. I wonder what happened...' he thought to himself. Probably his mom or his sister did something. Like his mom accidentally punching him. Again. It had happened before a few times with Dima over. The first two times he panicked because he thought they were having some kind of fight. Now he realized that most of the time it was an accident. Shrugging it off, the male started his car and headed out of the parking lot to drive to Wyatt's house. After how many times he'd been there when they were younger, the male's house was essentially on auto pilot for him. He didn't even have to think about getting there, which was nice because, right now, his mind was going a million miles per hour. The thought of having Wyatt in the car with him as he had been last night made him nervous, excited, and happy all at the same time. Especially considering the athlete would be completely sober this time. 'Snap out of it, Dima. You're acting like a giddy school girl. There's no way Wyatt's as excited about seeing you as you are about seeing him.' Part of him wanted to hope that maybe Wyatt was excited about seeing him today. It kept him from letting the initial thought depress him. It wasn't long before he pulled up in front of the athlete's house. Finally moving his gaze away from the road, Dima looked towards the other's house to find him sitting on the porch. As soon as his eyes fell onto Wyatt, the blonde's heart skipped a few beats. It was so hard not to stare, but he bit his lip hard and rolled down the passenger window, waving at the athlete. Now he was thankful he'd chosen dark colors to wear for the day, considering it would make him less likely to stick out. Not that he really cared. In fact he'd love to rub it in everyone's face that he was with Wyatt, but he valued his promise to the other enough to not do such a thing.
Staring at Dima's car arrive at the front of his house left to blink for a second. Just last night, well, exactly a few hours ago really, he was inside his car... And he was going back in. Again. What if he and Dima... Smacking his cheeks to snap out of it he stared at the male roll down the passenger window. Fuck! Quickly dashing down the steps of his home he looked back making sure his mom nor sister were at the window. Safe.
And Dima was dead, so fucking dead. When he arrived yesterday his mother smelled the liquor on him, but she was drunk herself. He told her how he got into a fight with Dima and that just resulted in her scolding him and hitting him over the head with her slipper. But the hits were all in good justice. Or probably that she just preferred the blonde over her son any day of the week. Maybe both.
Sliding inside of the car, he rolled the window up glaring at Dima, "You... Did not just do that. Like... You did not just wave at me like that. What if mom or Lisette were at the window? I'd had been so fucked, man.", wiping a fake tear away from his eyes, he laughed and pat the blondes head, "Just kidding!! Sup?"
Shooting up a peace sign at Dima he smiled warmly. He was too joyous, he felt like Dima's aura or whatever the hell it was, was already infecting Wyatt. The brunette was excited, a bit, too excited.
indentGreat. He'd only been near Wyatt for two minutes and he's already fucked up somehow. 'Great going, Dima. God you're such a fucking moron,' he thought to himself in irritation, mentally kicking himself. He needed to be more careful now. That was a moment of carelessness for the blonde. He'd just been so excited to see Wyatt that he forgot he was supposed to play pretend that they weren't friends...or whatever...again. Biting his lip slightly hearing the brunette bitch at him for waving, Dima didn't say a word. He just sat there in silence, staring at his friend with an impassive gaze, while inwardly, his heart was pounding in his chest. Just then, the man pat him on the head and claimed he had been joking. Sighing a bit in relief, the blonde relaxed, willing his heart beat to slow down before he started driving. Once he was able, the male glared at the man in the passenger seat. "Jeez, man, don't scare me like that. I though I'd legitimately fucked up again. It's not good to give me panic attacks," he said, letting out a rather breathy laugh to show that he was kidding around as well. Mostly, anyway. He wasn't lying when he said that Wyatt had freaked him out but at this point, all Dima could do was laugh it off. 'Fuck, this guy, he's so not good for my heart. If I end up in the hospital with heart problems, I'm so blaming him.' Seeing the other's warm smile made his stomach flip and his heart stop. 'Oh yeah, definitely not good for my heart...' He couldn't help himself; he loved Wyatt's warm smile. He'd always loved it. Ever since he first met the guy, the one thing that stood out most was his kindness and his smile.
indentReturning Wyatt's smile with a small, shy one of his own, Dima forced himself to tear his eyes away from the brunette and pull away from the curb. It seemed that the other was most definitely glad to see him. There was an aura of joy that seemed to be coming off of both of them. However, the blonde knew that he had a nasty, unintentional habit of letting his own aura rub off onto other people. Just like Cecilia did. But maybe this was more the other's joy than his own. At least, he hoped. 'Dima, stop it! You're over thinking again! God damn it! Get a grip on yourself! Act cool! Why is this any different than last night! Oh right...last night Wyatt was drunk...now he's sober...fuck I'm so nervous... What if we...? I mean...not that I'd mind...but still...shit...just stop thinking Dima! You're getting yourself in trouble!' As he drove, the artist couldn't help but cast a sideways glance towards Wyatt, but quickly forced himself to look away lest he be caught staring. No matter what Wyatt did, he always looked so amazing. At least, to Dima, anyway. 'Ugh, you're so head over heels for Wyatt that it's not even funny, Dima,' he thought, inwardly shaking his head at himself. Their arrival at the mall couldn't have happened sooner. The blonde was almost in a panic by the time the got there. Pulling into the same parking spot as before, the male flashed a grin towards Wyatt and then stepped out of the car quickly but without seeming as if he was in a panic. 'Fuuuuuuuck...I'm just so fucked...God...keeping this promise is gonna be harder than I thought...' If things had been different, then Dima wouldn't have been so worried about controlling his urges, which was the main reason why he was so nervous. There were so many things he wanted to do to the other but he knew that none of them could be done. If he instigated anything...God he'd never hear the end of it. No, he'd have to wait for Wyatt to make the moves if anything was going to happen.
"Jeez, man, don't scare me like that. I though I'd legitimately fucked up again. It's not good to give me panic attacks," he said.
"Pfft! Maybe I should try to give you one soon."
Wyatt couldn't help but grin while Dima drove to the mall. He was freaking out so badly with his joking. Chuckling, he leaned back a bit on the seat and shifted his eyes to the side every so often. Adjusting his watch and hat to preoccupy the drive a bit, he swayed his head side-to-side as if enjoying the music a bit. He couldn't help but feel strange.
Upon arriving, Dima got out of the car quickly, leaving the brunette's eyes to widen for a second and scratch his cheek. What in the fucking world is wrong with him? Shrugging he got out and closed the door behind him as he took a few steps away from the car looking back at Dima.
"Let's stop by the food court first. All I had was just some coffee."
indentDima had chosen to ignore the comment Wyatt made about trying to give him a panic attack sometime. Really, it wouldn't have been that hard of a task to accomplish. Practically anything involving bad things happening to Wyatt gave him panic attacks. When they arrived at the mall and the blonde jumped quickly out of the car, he couldn't stop the cringe that slipped past his control. He'd been too quick. The brunette had noticed, which caused him to gulp nervously. Now he was even more anxious than he had been on the drive over. Why was he freaking out so much all of a sudden? Usually, he could act pretty cool around Wyatt. Maybe he just hadn't adjusted to their new/old friendship...thing? Biting his lip when he heard the male speak, he took a deep breath, attempting to calm himself down a bit. 'Come on Dima. Chill. He's not gonna bite you...not that I'd mind...gah, stop thinking that! Stupid, stupid, stupid!' Slowly, the blonde turned around and flashed a smile at Wyatt, nodding his head in agreement. The food court did sound like a good idea. The only thing Dima had consumed so far today was his pills and some water. He needed to eat something or else he would get nauseous. The pills had a rather nasty effect on him if he didn't eat something either with them or shortly after taking them. Besides, as soon as the athlete mentioned coffee, it didn't sound like a bad idea to get himself some of that as well. "Probably a good idea. I need to eat something, too. Or my meds will make me nauseous."
indentLocking his car up, Dima walked around to Wyatt's side and brushed past him, his fingers lightly grazing against the other's by accident. A slight blush colored his cheeks at the sensation but he quickly hid quelled the reaction. He blushed way too much around Wyatt; it was something he needed to attempt to fix. The two of them headed into the mall and towards the food court. The artist glanced into the music store as he they walked past and was relieved to find that Ryan was busy with a customer so he couldn't people watch. That was really the only thing to do at the mall when business was slow. Watch people walk by and crack jokes or gossip about them. Thankfully, Dima was almost always in the back teaching some kid whenever he wasn't taking care of things in the front of the store. For some unfathomable reason, everyone that longed to learn to play an instrument preferred him as their teacher. Perhaps it was because he was so patient and willing to repeat himself a thousand times so they can understand. After they were beyond the music store, Dima lifted up the hood of his hoody and placed it on his head. It would make him less likely to be recognized, something that Wyatt would most definitely be thankful for. Once they arrived at the food court, the artist turned his gaze back onto the other and smiled again. "So where do you want to eat? I'll probably grab some coffee, too. I just got paid on Monday." Part of him was watching the brunette for any sign of a reaction to what he had done before they entered the mall.
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The usual pattern of Lee asking about previous day's like a mother while Jack showed up late and showing no interest in anything besides food was pretty much the same. The same meal as always being a plate of eggs, sausage and pancakes for the quartet to share together. Jordan always making some rude comment that shouldn't be shared with parents with Jack laughing and Lee trying to guide him in a better direction. Everything was just the same old average tale. Happy family with a happy meal. It wasn't until an offhanded breath slipped from Grayson's lips that things turned from his fairy tale usual life. For once, Lee and Jack gave him a curious look. Jordan's own shared between small bites of his meal. All words ceased to exist at the table for a moment. Gray was so far into his own thoughts that he was unable to process that everyone had their attention on him. It wasn't something he was use to. Having people worry about him and his situations. Like he ever really had a reason for people to worry about him. "Jack...?"
The whisper came from Lee, but Grayson's head popped up at the break in silence. The curious expression his father held towards the other as Jack just stared in his own direction. A subtile grin breaking out over his face. "Whats up, Grayman?" Jacks' voice was fairly light and free, but Grayson could hear the suspicion behind the cracks. Exchanging his brown orbs with his brothers, Grayson placed his fork down to his plate. A feeling of embarrassment washing over him at the thought that so much attention was focused on him. Jordan's own look didn't really give any sort of answer. Looking as if he knew what was up but wouldn't answer a single question if asked. "U-um... nothing. I'm just really tired." Lying. Something he never liked doing. ESPECIALLY with his parents. The look the two gave him only showed they weren't buying it but would lay off. For now anyway. "Hey, Lee...? Can I get a ride to the mall? I promised a friend I would buy him something..." The mistake was using the word 'him' and looking upset right before hand. The look Jack and Lee gave one another forced a deep blush to cover his cheeks. "Oh?" The rise in Jack's brow and soft smile radiating from Lee only made him slink further into his seat. "N-no! Not like that! I just... just no!"
~30 mins later~
"Okay dad... okay... okay! Okay, byeeee! Thank you!" The amount of 'safe sex' and 'dating' tips that Lee randomly started to spew out during the short drive was enough to cause a nose-bleed with the amount of blood rushing to his face. No matter how many times he told the man that he wasn't dating anyone or trying to, Lee wouldn't get it. This wasn't going away anytime soon so even denying it seemed like a waste of time after awhile. Swinging the door shut, Grayson took his first chance of escape by the horns. Throwing a hand in the air to wave Lee goodbye while sprinting towards his destination. The mall. A place he'd been to plenty of times but never by himself. He wasn't suppose to be by himself now but Errol seemed to be far too busy to pick up his phone. Knowing the other male, he was probably either sleeping or jerking off to something. If he actually did this in the morning, Gray wasn't sure but he just seemed the type.
Taking the first few steps into the mall, Grayson was welcomed to a fairly empty area. The food court wasn't exactly empty, but it was far less busy that what he expected on a saturday. Then again, most teenagers were probably still asleep or something this early in the day. "Hmm... I wonder where you even find those bracelets..." Slipping his fingers into his pockets, Grayson started a slow path throughout the area. Small groups of people sitting together and talking with himself pretty much being the only loner in the place. Practically writing the word 'loser' on his forehead. Biting at his bottom lip, Grayson found himself taking a seat between two separate couples. Why? He wasn't paying much attention. Instead of giving them any, he opted to pull his phone from his pocket. Scrolling through his small list of contacts to find Errol and send a message out to him. 'Hey, are you still coming to the mall? I'm already here... heh.' A finger hovering over the send button in hesitation before landing down on the glowing green space. Still feeling a bit jealous for the previous night. Forgive and forget, right? Taking a look around himself, his head hunched a bit forward with his shoulders rising. He couldn't help but feel like one of those weirdo's who ate by themselves in a restaurant.
Vincent decided to sit down on a bench in the middle of one of the isles. He crossed his legs, pursed his lips, and let blond locks fall over his face as he looked down to the game system that rested in his hand. This was the first time he had a chance to explore this mall thoroughly since he had moved into town, and now he needed to rest after going in and out of countless shops, unsuccessfully finding the one thing he had been searching for, well…up until just a few minutes ago anyways. The shopping center had a pretty extensive collection of stores, and he thought that he might just give up until he spied something. It was a gaming store which just so happened to have the newest BL game that he had been eyeing for a while now, and when he went in he was lucky enough to get one of the last copies. He sighed as he looked back up, shaking his head at himself. It was true; Vincent was such a nerd, and a hopeless one at that. He watched countless people walk by him, most having some kind of a companion accompanying them. Vincent’s grasp on the device in his hand tightened, well…at least he had it.
Since he had come to this place he couldn’t say he had really made any friends, he would speak to some peers at his school every once and a while, but had no one he had gotten close and comfortable enough with. It was a shame really. It wasn’t like he didn’t want to have friends, or that he was one of those kids who didn’t make an effort to have relationships. It just seemed like no matter what he did; no matter how hard he tried, his reputation had overshadowed any sort of effort he made to break the mold. He was considered a nerd, and who wanted to be friends with a boy who was so concerned about his studies? Vincent ran his hand through his hair, pushing the rebellious golden locks out of his face. If things were different…well, what was the point of thinking about that? Things wouldn’t change, they never did.
Vince reached down and grabbed a bag that rested by his legs and moved it so that it sat beside him. He then reached into it and pulled out a case. He opened it up and pulled out the disk and popped it into his system and pressed the start button. This was probably how he was going to spend the rest of his day. He might grab something to eat and then head back home, play the game for an hour, study for two, rest and then repeat. It was an uneventful life, but it was his, and it had been this way for some time. Well, at least it had been except for those few short months at his old school where he had been with her. Amy…. She had been the whole reason he had been moved from his previous home and school. Those few short months where he had been with her, he couldn’t justify it, being with her, he knew it was wrong. Not only was she his teacher, but she had been fairly older than him as well. He guessed the only thing he could say was she was the only one who he ever felt like actually saw him, or rather, acknowledged his existence farther than just holding a light conversation. He shivered a little bit, remembering her face, her touch. No…it was wrong.
He shook his head again, turning off his system and placing it in his shopping bag along with the case he had just removed from it. All of a sudden, he didn’t feel like playing it anymore. He set his elbow on the armrest of the bench and rested his head in his hand. Vince had that feeling that it was just going to be one of those days. Something then caught his attention, or rather, someone. A boy with brown hair, average clothes, and a rather usual look about him. It was Grayson. Vincent knew him from school and had spoken to him, if only a few times. The male was nice enough, and wasn’t someone who treated him badly. It would be nice to have a friend like him, as far as Vincent knew Grayson was just another normal kid. Didn’t go out of his way to make trouble, had a normal grade point average. Vincent turned his head and awkwardly adjusted his glasses, he didn’t want to be caught staring at the other male.
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Lucian rolled off his bed as the young man beside him made him hot from his embrace. He groggily stood up and turned to the guy. No need to kick him out... he should at least leave a note. "I'm going out, babe..." He whispered in the smaller man's ear then left to take a shower. Once he got out though, the guy was gone too. All he left as a number. He chuckled. "Guess I was good." He opened his top drawer and dropped it. Inside was practically thousands of small pieces of papers. On napkins, business cards, anything someone could scribble on. He closed the drawer and got dressed. Dre, had caught glimpse of him at the hospital. He was there for the past week for a bit of treatment, if they could find anything. He wasn't really upset that he found out. As long as he doesn't tell. And the little 'game' he's making him play only benefits him. So he might as well, right?
Lucian got dressed in a casual tee and jeans. Then he glanced at the box atop his dresser. Inside, contained a series of bracelets. Bracelets he wouldn't mind wearing. He rolled his shoulders back and cracked his neck then walked over and opened the box. He put two of each and every one on each arm. Even the, 'pop my cherry'. Believe it or not, he was still a virgin from the back. But hey, he was always opened for new things. If someone snapped it, he would take off all of the others that were the same color. He slipped on his shoes and put his iPod in his pocket. Today he was heading out to the mall, well, to see if there were anyone he could pick up.
--- 45 minutes later ---
Lucian parked his car, locked it, then entered the mall. He glanced at the many faces of people who walked by, chatting, laughing, enjoying themselves. He licked his bottom lip slowly and put his headphones in his ears. He started his playlist and walked to the center of the mall, where the fountain was. His music kept him calm and helped him figure out who understood his body language and agreed with it. If so, he'd approach such a person and take them someplace, well, 'nice.' He sat down on the edge of the fountain and scanned his eyes over people, practically undressing them with his eyes.
OOC: Hope you guys like him!
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Feeling Shady's hand on his made Kyd smile. It was nice to have all these little touches and not not just sex, sex, and more sex. Sure, that was good too, but cuddling was nice as well. "I slept awesome~" He replied with a sleepy-looking smile. "Well, until you up and left me, jerk face." Pouting, he flicked the older man's head before turning his attention to the smaller boy at the table with them. "Aww, you're so cute! I mean, how tall are you? You're like an angry little kitten~" He reached out to pat Dre's head, but immediately got it slapped away. "Boo, no fun." He pouted again, resting back against Shady. What a grumpy little kid. And with such a pretty face as his, a sneer like that didn't suit him.
When he was called a pedo, Kyd stuck his tongue out at Dre. "Yeah, I'm just a little stoned. Oh, wait..." He turned his attention back to Shady and poked at his head. "No, I'm more than a little stoned." This seemingly cracked him up, due to the fact that basically anything would get him laughing at this point. He finally moved away from Shady as he had his giggle fit, moving to sit cross legged on top of the table. A few people stared at him, but he paid them no mind. Instead, he turned wide eyes to Dre, then to Shady. "Whoa, dude, this kid's gooooood." He whistled quietly and look back to the youngest of the group. "I mean, you could tell he was that kid's brother just with a look? I mean, yeah, he has the blond hair and can get kinda grumpy at times, but man." His smile widened. "You should be a private investigator or something. That would be totally wicked!"
Dre raised an eyebrow at Shady as he leaned closer, smirking lightly. "Is that an invitation?" He asked in just as seductive a tone. In all honesty, he wasn't into older guys. That didn't mean there couldn't be an reception, but he generally liked to not break the law. Well, sexually wise, that is. But that sure as hell wasn't going to stop I'm from flirting it up. This guy was attractive, mysterious, and very amusing. Who wouldn't want to play with him a little? Just as he opened his mouth to speak again, another voice interrupted him and he scowled lightly. As soon as Kyd's hand reached towards him, he slapped it away and glared at him. "Don't touch me." He smiled sarcastically. "And as far as I'm concerned, you just proved my point." Okay, so he was still a little sore about yesterday, but how couldn't help it! After getting a million hateful text messages anyone would be a little pissy.
Seeing Shady's face fall did lighten Dre's mood considerably, though. So, he cold get scared after all. It was even more amusing to watch him recover from his momentary bout of anxiety and try to act cool again. "Oh, I wouldn't underestimate me. Being small has it's advantages, you know." He shot Shady a challenging smirk. "I can get into tight places and dig up dirt on anyone. Plus, it helps that I'm hot. People will tell you anything if you lay down a little seduction." He laughed lightly and looked over at Kyd as he sat on the table. Hearing what the stoner said made his smile widen. "See? This guy's smart." With a short laugh, he stood up and slung his bag over his shoulder, slipping his phone into his back pocket. "Tell Dima I said hi, huh?" He whispered in Shady's ear before leaving, letting his fingers brush against the man's upper back.
Deciding to look around a little, Dre went back down to the lower level and checked a few stores. Lucky they had awful clothes, because he was broke as all hell. Okay, plan B: people watching. He sighed heavily as he made his way to the fountain to find a nice place to sit and do nothing. Unfortunately, he saw the last person he wanted to talk to sitting on the the edge of the fountain. Lucian. This guy was beyond annoying. He never showed up for any of their game meetings and was elusive in and out of school. It was impossible to like him. "Hey, man-slut." He greeted in a sarcastically friendly voice, walking up to Lucian. "Didn't see you at the party last night. Did you skip, or were you just busy boning anything that got within a ten-foot radius of you?"
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Sitting by yourself, it just wasn't considered a cool thing these days. Maybe people could do it like in the commercials back in the 90's or if you were one of those gothic loner kids... but Grayson was neither born then nor that scene. Sitting by himself between a couple was just awkward. Something like a bear in the middle of a crowd of pandas. So close but not yet relatable to everyone around him. Humming lightly to himself in disappointment, Grayson couldn't clamp his fingers into his jeans any tighter. The scenes displaying around his lonely forcing him to feel as if he would suffocate at any moment. What to do? How to recover?! Ah! Taking a glance back to the cell phone propped on the table before him, Grayson took hold of the device as a time-fly-by idea crossed his mind. Errol never messaged him back, but hopefully his battery wouldn't drain out before hand. If Errol never showed and the electronic piece died before he was to go home... he had no way of getting home. Oh well, beating awkward was better than finding a way home. So goes the responsibilities of a teenager. Besides, Lee would probably freak out anyway and become his usual worry-wort self before the clock hit 2pm.
His fingers flipping through the small amount of apps, Happy Birds ended up being his choice of gaming. Leg's propped up on the seat while the device held right before his eye's in an attempt to keep all outside view out, Gray wasn't exactly proud of the game. Angry Birds was the official game, but Lee turned his attention to the more positive game. Instead of being angry and killing pigs, you basically threw a bird with open arms to a pig to give it a hug. Something about an attempt at beating them with kindness? It was weird. Lee was a Christian. Whatever. Grayson had grown to adapt the personality of his white haired father for the most part, but sometimes Lee was a bit too nice and sweet for his own good. While Lee always directed his attention away from negativity and using any type of force, Grayson wasn't exactly afraid to take things too far when needed. Always choosing to stay away from fighting or raising his voice, but moments where others are put into a wrong position won't easily fly by. Example being Dima striking the other student at the party. It just... wasn't cool.
Mid fling, something caught his eye. A shining light reflecting off a pair of glasses sitting across from him on a bench staring right into his direction. The moment his eye's lift towards the other, the reaction he got was a look away. Unless it was one of those moments where someone just saw you for a second and turned away. It looked like he was staring though and for a moment, Grayson could have sworn it was Errol that took the seat. The looks almost similar enough to pull it off but everything was just... off. Gray knew Errol enough to know that this person was not him. Yet, he looked so familiar. Deciding not to stare, his eye's turned back to the game in hand. Taking small peeps every now and then to the other male and 'dying' in the process each and everytime. "Oh! Vince! Shoot!" The words came out forced between a muffle as he tried his best not to lash out at the game. Failing for the 100th time on the exact same part since he caught sight of the other male. "Stupid game..." Pressing the button on the side of the phone, Grayson let his legs fall from the seat before standing up from his position.
Brushing against his shirt to 'straighten' it and make himself more presentable, he let his legs carry himself over to the other student. Vince wasn't someone he was intimidated by nor found unusually rude or weird. Yet, he always seemed to be by himself. Why was a question he always wondered. He was smart, attractive and seemed like a nice enough person. Well, everyone looked nice in Gray's eyes though. Still, Vincent was someone he would consider his friend... they talked. Sometimes. Maybe they weren't friends, but Grayson didn't think any less of their friendship. "Hi, Vincent... wanna join my loner club?" A humored smile given in his direction as his hand waved idly to the other student.
indentShady laughed out loud when Kyd flicked his head, complaining that he'd left the other man alone. It wasn't as if he hadn't left a note for the guy to find out where he was. He wasn't that heartless. Well, okay, that was a lie. He could be that heartless and he was quite often. Even more heartless than that, in fact. His enemies knew the true extent of just how cruel he could be. But he always tried his hardest to keep that cruelty to a minimum with people he happened to care about...well, them and his boss. Just because he was a higher ranking member in the White Lies didn't mean he could just up and punch his boss in the face. As much as he would like to sometimes. The man certainly did rub him the wrong way sometimes. None of the lower ranking members knew anything about who they were working for. They received their orders from the higher ups. But the higher ups took orders directly from the boss. Shady just happened to be the boss's favorite go-to guy. For multiple reasons. His rather sordid past with the gang consisted of getting as close to the boss as he could so he could rise through the ranks quickly and without too much resistance. The blonde had accomplished that task very quickly and very easily. Who knew that the man had a fondness for younger men? It was certainly a shocker for Shady, but he wasn't about to disclose just how much of a kiss ass he'd been forced to become in order to get to where he was today. Glancing at Kyd from over his shoulder, the male smirked and patted his hand. "Hey, I left a note so you'd know where I went. You obviously read it or else you wouldn't have found me," he responded, still chuckling slightly.
indentTurning his attention to Dre when he asked if the man's earlier comment had been an invitation. A devilish smirk played at his lips as he leaned forward a bit, contemplating the boy before him with wandering eyes. The boy was cute, that was a certainty, but he seemed a tad bit on the fragile side. Shady wasn't too accustomed to handling fragile people. Rough and wild was how he liked it and how he'd always want it. But, looks could be deceiving. Shady, himself, was exhibit A of that. At first glance, the male showed no signs of his true strength. Certainly he didn't appear weak but there was hidden strength in him that his enemies got the pleasure of seeing. Then again, he highly doubted that Dre would be willing to sleep with him anyway. So this was all in good fun, in his mind anyway. "It's whatever you want it to be, baby. I certainly can't deny that I'm flirting. But neither can you. The question is: is this all in good fun? Or is there something more behind those very seductive eyes of yours?" He had to laugh at Kyd getting on the boy's nerves; it was just too funny for him not to. The blonde knew that his stoner of a friend had a rather nasty habit of getting on other people's nerves very quickly. Over the last couple of weeks, Shady had just gotten used to the other's rather odd antics. It was the drugs that the man was always smoking, shooting, snorting, whatever. Shady couldn't deny that he enjoyed those things, as well. But it seemed that Kyd even surpassed him with regards to the use of drugs. To be honest, the blonde never had been one to overuse the stuff, considering he preferred to have at least most of his wits about him, on the off chance that the boss called him for a job. Of course, when he had the night off, that was a different story. He'd get higher than the Empire State Building and drunk off his ass, not even giving a shit about what could happen.
indentNow, at Kyd's little outburst about him having a brother, Shady shot him a very nasty warning glare, telling the other to keep his big, drugged out mouth shut. The last thing he needed was his enemies finding out about his younger brother. That could be very easily used against him. God it was times like these that he really just wanted to punch Kyd's face in. But he couldn't bring himself to do it. He'd made a promise to himself a long time ago that he would never raise a hand to someone close to him, no matter how much they happened to piss him off. Turning his attention back to Dre, Shady kept his gaze impassive and cold. How had the guy found out about his brother? There was no way he could have done it just by looking at him. There were a lot of blonde haired and blue eyed men out there. What made him stick out so obviously? Chewing on the inside of his cheek, the male decided that he needed to know who this kid found out this information from. If someone knew, then there was a chance that his little brother could be in danger. Now things got serious. When Dre got up to depart from their company, the boy whispered in his ear something which confirmed that he not only suspected, but knew full well who Shady was. Clenching his hands tightly into fists the moment he heard Dima's name pass the young boy's lips, the male had to fight off every urge he had to grab the other by the neck and slam him into the ground, demanding that he be told how Dre found all this out. But he knew he couldn't do that. Shady couldn't afford to put the mission in jeopardy. This was the biggest heist job this branch of the gang had seen. One of their rival's had been discovered in town and they were planning on a raid of their base.
indentSo he bit his tongue and watched the brunette walk away in silence. Once the other was out of side, Shady turned his had gaze onto Kyd, getting to his feet and leaning on the table that he was sitting on, hands resting on either side of the man's legs. He knew it was the drugs that made him open his mouth but he still couldn't stop the irritation that he felt over the whole matter. "Can you do me a favor and not shout to the world that I have a little brother?" he asked, his voice barely above a harsh whisper. "Are you trying to get Dima killed? You know as well as I do that we have a lot of enemies. Do you really think that they'd be against using the little brother I haven't seen in 14 years against me?" Taking a few deep breaths, Shady stepped back from Kyd and sighed in defeat. There was no point in getting angry over something that had happened that couldn't be changed. All he could do was focus on making sure whoever knew his secret would never breathe a word of it. He needed to make sure that Dima stayed safe. Even if he had to be that creepy stalker, watching the boy from the shadows. Shady wasn't sure if he wanted to reveal himself to the younger male. To be perfectly honest, the blonde was nervous about the whole thing. How would Dima react to having a member of a very powerful gang for a brother? Would he shy away or would he actually be rather cool about it? It was all these questions that prevented the man from going out and actively searching for his brother.
Kyd smiled when Dre said he was smart, just like a child who had been complimented by an adult. After all, growing up in a group home, then being in the White Lies, he hardly ever got any kudos. Probably because he was a little closer to the dense end of the spectrum than the genius end. Still, it was nice for someone to appreciate him. His smile faltered when Shady leaned closer to Dre and put on his charm. There was a pang in his heart and a painful knot in his throat. He wanted to reach over, grab Shady's hand and pull him out of the mall. He wanted him to see he was the only one he needed. Why wasn't he ever good enough.
"Crazy, crazy. Because you're crazy. No one could ever love someone like you."
It took all Kyd had not to scream at he voice to shut up. He wanted to cover his ears or smoke more or anything that would keep these voices at bay. His head hurt. When he caught Shady's glare, his heart stopped and he bit his lower lip. No. No, no, no! He'd done something stupid again! God, why was he always messing things up? "He hates you. Hates you. Hurt. Hurt." The voice mocked him over and over again until he had to close his eyes and focus on blocking it out. The only thing that brought his attention back to reality was the creak of the table he was sitting on. He cracked his eyes open, only to find Shady's beautiful blue eyes staring into his own. But he couldn't speak, he couldn't move. Shady was right. He'd not only put their mission in danger, but also an innocent's kid life as well.
When Shady moved back and sighed, he eyed him wearily, looking much like a fog that had just been scolded by its master. "I'm sorry." He said quietly. "No, you aren't. You want him to hate you. Failure. You're a failure." Without thinking about what he was doing, he put his hands over his ears and bent over slightly. "Shut up, shut up, shut up!" He muttered, then realized what he was doing. Eyes wide, he sat up and stared at Shady. "N-not you. No, just I--I'm sorry. I won't do it again." He shrunk back a bit, biting his lower lip again.
"So where do you want to eat? I'll probably grab some coffee, too. I just got paid on Monday."
"Hmm... I just want something small and simple for now. I don't wanna upset my stomach eating too much. I'll probably just get half a sub of turkey from Subway. What're you gonna eat?"
Walking to the food court was a bit strange. He couldn't help but feel a strange gut feeling. But he ignored it. It was most likely just the alcohol trying to leave his stomach completely. Food would most definitely help with that. It was so necessary right now.
Staring at the black hooded blonde he pet his head to get his attention and pointed to the small line at Subway heading over to it. Before waiting in line he caught of quick glimpse of someone he thought he knew. Most likely no one. Turning his head back for a second he arched his eyebrow grinning. Oh, interesting. It's the kid from yesterdays party. Who's that with him? Watching a dirty blonde sit near Grayson left him to shrug and yawn focusing back on the line.
"Whatever, ain't my business. I'm here with Dima and I'm starving.", the athlete whispered to himself, scratching his belly.
Though if Panda boy saw him and Dima together, he'd probably wonder they were an item for sure. That's something he wanted to avoid. They were only friends after all. The last thing he really needed now was someone assuming they were a couple or whatever. Awkward.
Lucian caught a glimpse of Dre, approaching him. 'Well, I guess it's time to play.' He took out his headphones and looked up at him as he spoke. "Neither. I boned anything in a five foot radius." He stood up slowly and stretched, letting out a satisfied sigh as he heard his back crack. Then he rolled his shoulders for the same effect. "Mmh. Well, I got out of the hospital yesterday so. I didn't feel like trying to get someone. So I just went to the street bar. It was faster, honestly. Not so many annoying high schoolers who don't know what they really want." He flashed him a toothy grin. "Like you." Then he started walking in another direction and put his hands in his pockets. "But seriously, beat it. I can't find someone if a little boy is following me around. Unless, they're into that stuff. But it's unlikely." He smirked.
OOC: I write so much less then you guys. /dies
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Age : 20
Location : Florida
Nikki Angel Airth
Yawning, black eyes creaked open as the yawn came from the lips of Nikki Airth. Nikki had finally slept after not being able to for awhile. Looking around the crappy hotel, the only thing he could afford since he got out of jail yesterday, he groaned and pushed himself up. While he was in the process in sitting up, his breasts decided they wanted to bounce and jiggle. "Will you stop being a pain." he grumbled as he patted the rather large things, which caused him to giggle. "That feels good doesn't it.. just imagine someone else playing with this scrumptious body of ours after the months of solitary confinement." The voice in his head was seductive and it caused Nikki to groan hotly at the thought. He couldn't deny that the need was heavy around him... and so was the need to kick the crap out of two people for not trying to help him get out when he was put in jail. "Shady, Kyd, you two are in for a rude awakening." Nikki grumbled as he got out of bed finally. Stretching, he let out another yawn and walked to the bag he had. It wasn't all his, but some stuff he stole. Giggling he grabbed a few things and went around to get ready for his first real day of freedom.
----- 30 mins later -----
Feeling all refreshed now as he walked around the familiar town, he sighed as he remembered all his fun here. Sure most of the town was afraid of how violent and abusive he was, but he still made it fun for everyone. It wasn't every day that you heard his name linked to some sort of thing while he was here, before and after he joined White Lies. "Oh how it's good to be home. So many memories. I just love it." It was that voice again, the one he named Chyler. "Oh calm down Chy, the most fun will be coming soon." Nikki said in a, for now, angelic voice. He was heading to the mall, the very same one his parents owned and he'd steal from. It was always fun going in after hours with the key to the place and a few friends, more like the gang, to go in and have some fun.
Finally reaching the mall, Nikki walked in wearing his favorite outfit, the very same one Tata Young wore in one of her videos. As he entered, all the guys and some girls stared in awe at him, only seeing the breasts at first. The girlfriends and boyfriends of the gawkers got irritated and glared at him. With a flick of his black hair, a smile from blood colored lips, and a wink from shaded and black lined eyes, giving off the look of black voids, Nikki just gave a small giggle as he walked past everyone, looking for two people. "They should be here. They didn't know you'd be out yet." Chy said. "Of course not, they're always busy with each other." a new voice came. This one was Nami. It was never known how many different ones Nikki had, but they were sometimes his company.
After a few minutes of searching, a grin appeared on Nikki's lips as he found who he was looking for. "Don't tell me you boys forgot about me after all these years." he said with that little playful growling purr he loved to use when he was around what he he wanted. No one ever knew why Nikki was the only one that went to jail but them, but they didn't know why Nikki willingly gave himself up on the heist for them to get away. It'd be something that he'd reveal when he wanted. Having his eyes set on the two, he didn't even glance at anyone else as the 5'10 person but his hands on his hips and shifted his weight, his breasts jiggling again.
(i hope this is ok and think of rangiku or orihime from bleach for the boob size XD. look in the gaia ooc for the outfit since i can't post it here)
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indentAlmost as if on cue, Dima's stomach let out a loud growl when Wyatt asked what he was going to eat. A light blush colored his cheeks and a nervous laugh passed his lips. He hadn't eaten anything before the party last night so, needless to say, the male was very much on the hungry side. The fact that the pills were in his system just made it even more of a necessity to get some food. But, where would he go? Subway sounded like as good of a place as any. Though, would he seem like a pick for ordering a full sandwich? 'Shit, Dima! Stop worrying about it! You're sounding like a girl! Quit it!' he screamed at himself, mentally beating his head on a wall. That was when he felt the pat on his head and glanced towards Wyatt, seeing him point towards the relatively short line at Subway. Well, his mind was made up for him, it seemed. A sandwich sounded great and he was very hungry. Nodding his head in response to the brunette, Dima followed behind him towards the line. Out of the corner of his eye, the blonde, too, noticed something familiar about one of the people in the food court. Turning his head ever so slightly, Dima caught sight of Gray with some other male. Of course he didn't recognize the other man but that didn't matter to him. Hell, seeing Gray didn't even matter to him that much. His only concern was how Wyatt would react to seeing someone they knew in such close proximity to them. Very subtly, the artist chanced a glance over towards the other, gauging his reaction. He seemed to not care very much, or he hadn't seen Gray. Either way, he was relieved and relaxed a bit.
indentWhen it was their turn to order, Dima blushed a little bit and ordered a full BMT, glancing over towards Wyatt and laughing a little. "I haven't eaten anything since lunch yesterday. My stomach already doesn't like the fact that I took my pills last night without anything to eat. On top of this morning." A shy smile played at his lips as he inwardly yelled at himself for feeling the need to justify ordering the whole thing. He felt so stupid. So utterly ridiculous that he wanted to just curl up and die. He really needed to stop over thinking things. Stepping out of the line to wait for his sandwich, Dima leaned his head against the wall, groaning at how stupid he was being. "I really need to chill..." he muttered.
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