He jolted awake and looked at the girl.
"Oh-uh sure!" He smiled and moved his bag off of the table. "It's okay I won't be long either." Wil stretched back against the booth and sighed, scooting down a little in his seat.
"I don't mean to be out of it or anything. I just for off of work." Wil smiled as nicely as he could without being a creep. He looked down at his phone and sighed. "I got to go. Maybe we can do this again?" He asked, playful but not pushy. "I got to get to my bus." Wil got up, gathered his bag and stretched again. This time, his plain grey shirt lifted to show his abs and hips. "Don't get mugged or anything. Your to pretty for that." He smiled and headed out.
Things had been rough around the edges lately. Wil was jammed with late night hours at the club and early hours at the Diner. It was finally time to go home when Wil shuffled out of Syns Diner and out onto the dull streets. He didn't have his car tonight, being he was saving money for his own house on his own, Wil had to make his way to the bus stop. "Look at me. My family owns this town and I'm still walking my sorry face to the bus stop." Wil sighed softly. He detoured to the nearest Starbucks and plopped into a booth to rest for a few. The weight of working so many hours fell heavily onto his strong, broad shoulders as he leaned over onto the table to rest his dull amber eyes.
Candice:: She had been up for a while now and decided that it was time to get ready for the day. She didn't have much to do, she just needed to keep her mind off of someone. She sighed and took a shower, got dressed, then did her hair and makeup. She headed downstairs and into the kitchen where she made herself some coffee and a piece of toast. She ate and drank rather quickly then slipped on her heels and walked outside. She stopped on her front porch as she spotted a guy doing something. She waved back slightly then walked off of the porch, down her sidewalk, and to the public one.
Paul:: He had been bar hopping for the better part of the night. It was a fairly typical thing for him to do when he was bored... Which happened more often than not. If only he had more things to do other than sit in his old family home and watch tv. He looked around the local bar that he had just walked into, and took a seat beside a beautiful woman, youth this was the third bar he'd been too, he wasn't really drunk. Perks of being him, you could say. He ordered a glass of Scotch then turned to the girl. He smiled at her then shrugged at her question. "I was bored." He answered simply. "And you?" He asked.
Aaron smiled and walked with her until he finally reached his apartment. He led her inside and set his things down smiling. "Before we go for the ferry ride, I have to ask you something." He pulled out the secret box he got from the jewelers, revealing a ring "Bethany, will you be my girlfriend?"
Fionn walked into their first hour English class with Creepin' up the Backstairs by The Fratellis blaring from his headphones. He smirked as he felt eyes on him. He bit at his lip and ran his hand over the back of his neck as he sat down. He reached in his pants pocket and pulled out his ipod to shut off the splendid music. He pulled his headphones out as he saw Sebastian turn to him and he grinned. "Of course, why wouldn't I be, dollface?" He smirked softly and leaned over, whispering in his ear. "You and me should go for a little cruise before the party...I've got some wicked tunes, and a ton of room in the backseat." He bit his lip and winked as he watched Sebastian's innocent looking face contort into something truly beautiful. He raised his brows and leaned back in his chair. After the day had passed Fionn stepped into the music hall. He was earlier then all the other boys, which was very unusual. Usually he was one of the last to show up, but he had no time to kill, and he wanted to listen to his songs before he had to practice his solo for regionals. Fionn set his iPod in the iPod doc on one of the tables spread out throughout the room. He flipped to Lonely Boy by The Black Keys and smiled as he began to dance around the room singing along to his favorite song. His many steps went across the floor to the beat of the drums. "I'm a lonely boy.....I'm a lonely boy...." He smiled genuinely and before he knew it he was lost in thought. The doors were closed, and you could hear footsteps in the hall if there were any. He was completely alone.
Casey-She was glad that she didn't have to work today,usually when she was scheduled to be off work her boss would call her in because they'd supposedly needed the extra help.Her boss was a creep,a married man who had a few affairs with the women in the office.She was glad she wasn't one of those victims.She dreaded going to work the next day,she figured she would call in sick so that she wouldn't have to go.She found herself standing in front of the movie theater,trying to pronounce the foreign titles of the movies listed.She heard a voice and looked next to her,seeing you .She laughed and looked at you 'Yeah,I'm not that good at pronouncing these" she laughed and smiled "nice to meet you Edmond,I'm Casey" she was quite drawn to your accent.
Fionn chuckled softly. "I'll be there. We can take this where ever it needs to go, sweetheart." he purred, leaning away just as Jeff came into the picture. Fionn smirked. Fionn licked over his lips. "Don't worry Jeff, you can ride with me over there." He gave Sebastian a sideways smirk. "Maybe i'll let you bring a plus one." he purred in Jeff's ear as they turned back to Fionn's '67 Chevy Impala. Once Jeff had gotten in the car he turned, smirking over at Sebastian, getting inside. "So, let's go for a cruise, shall we?" He rolled the windows down, after starting the car. His radio blared Cage the Elephant as they sped out of the parking lot.
(this was really short, and really bad, i'm so sorry but i'm in a hurry and i needed to reply)
"Over Grown Leprechaun, is that the best you got sweetheart?" He chuckled softly. "I'm Scottish, not Irish. I'd rather you call me Nessie, if you're going to make fun of where I came from...But I could say a lot about you Smythe...." He scratched at the love bite that has bruised his neck as he looked over along the other boys. "What is it you wanted me over here for anyway?" He asked, running his fingertips through his hair once more. He knew that he was only a play thing to the other boy; it made him feel numb, knowing he could do as he pleased without the other getting jealous. "How would you feel about whiplash." He whispered in the others ear, his hand running over his upper back where he knew scars were forming. Fionn was no longer in the conversation, and the little blonde haired boy who talked to him non-stop stood, waiting by his car. Fionn quickly changed in a Black Sabbath T-shirt, and a pair of faded blue jeans on. After he laced up his combat boots he strut out of the locker room with his sports bag and unlocked his car "I drive, I get to pick the music....Got it?" The boy nodded, and Fionn smirked. "I'm not going to bite yer head off, you know..." The boy laughed, getting into the passenger seat. "You going with Sebastian this weekend?" He asked, once they were settled in the car, and speeding out of the lot.The boy blushed. "Probably not. He doesn't like me." Fionn raised his brow. "why not?" He shrugged looking out the window. "Because I talk to you."
"Killer, is that a new nick-name then sweetheart?" He chuckled, pressing one last kiss to the others lips before turning and walking back to his locker. He stripped himself of his dress pants and slipped on a pair of basketball shorts that stopped just below the knee. He White V neck stretched across the muscles of his torso. Fionn gave the boy a sideways glance before he heard footsteps, and laughing ringing outside. Fionn smirked. "Lets play a little game then Smythe." He said, looking at the stubble on his chin in the locker mirror. He noticed the darkening bruise on his neck and walked over to Sebastian. "Watch where your mouth lands...." He whispered, grabbing him by the back of the head and pushing his face downward. "Fa___." He growled, not wanting any suspisious looks from the other two. "He knew that Sebastian eyed him when he walked by, which made his lip curve upwards, and his hand covering his face. He rubbed his eyes and smirked at the blonde boy who had just waltzed in, yelling his name. "Fionn!" He turned towards the younger male. "What can I do for ya?" He asked, voice low, eyes set. "I was wondering if you wanted to cruise 'round town with us after school." The blonde's hair fell in his face and he blew it to get it away from his ocean colored eyes. "I only cruise in my '67, doll face...So you'd have to be willing to ride in my old thing..." He chuckled. "Deal!" Fionn turned back to walk outside. "Right after practice." He yelled, walking out of the locker room.
Fionn's upper lip curved softly at the boys words. His eyes twinkled as he felt the hold of the other running over his torso. He slipped his lacrosse bag into his locker, and closed it, a loud clang banging through the (not so empty) empty room. He turned, facing the other as he pulled Sebastian's hands away from his body. "Who do you think you are?" He purred, voice soft as silk. "You think you control this little game?" He smirked, leaning down, and breaking the one rule he had. He let his hand come up and play with the waves at the back of Sebastian's neck. He pulled the boys head back and leaned down to press at kiss along the corner of his mouth, along his jaw, towards his collarbones. "Thirty minutes isn't long...." He whispered against the pale flesh. "I don't think we'd be able to do anything." He came up again, looking into Sebastian's dark stare. His lips found the boys, and for the first time he kissed him. He let his other hand pull him close by the hip. "I'd advise that if we were to do anything It wouldn't be here, or now." He smirked softly, nipping at Sebastian's bottom lip. He pulled back and slipped around the corner, to the next row of lockers, pulling a pack of cigarettes from one of the unused lockers and lighting it, stepping out of the locker room. No one was at the school, and even thought the cops were heavy during after school afters Fionn knew he looked over eighteen.
Selena looked down sheepishly at all the supplies that had fallen down. She hadn’t meant to wake anyone up but she couldn’t refuse his offer. “Yeah, that’d be great.” She said as she started to gather all of the supplies. Unfortunately the construction paper had ripped open and was now scattered all over the ground. She shuffled most of the items inside the door by herself but PJ was helping pick up the colored paper. “I, um,” She paused not sure if she should tell him. It wasn’t technically allowed in the apartment complex. She sighed. “I guess I can trust you right?” She asked chewing on her lip as he picked up the last of the paper. She couldn’t hold it anymore and tugged him inside her apartment feeling giddy. She led him to the living room where all the walls had been white at one point in time. But Selena had made layers and layers of construction paper on the wall and it was forming a landscape, but the fun part was that the construction paper protruded from the wall like an actual normal painting would on a nice thick canvas, thickened by the tempered paint. Selena gushed at it. Since she couldn’t go outside during the day and she didn’t sleep this is what she did all day adding on to it more and more, making an old farm house in a valley somewhere with the sun coming up over the mountains behind it, making the valley glow with the morning light she was forbidden from ever seeing and feeling again. “What do you think?” She asked glancing away from her master piece to glance at PJ who was standing there quietly.
Clay laughed at her teasing. He couldn’t see her but the only people that normally teased him were pretty girls, because of their confidence level. “Hey, I lift.” He said defensively in a joking tone. He did lift, and he was decent at fighting but he was tired today and her boyfriend had come out of nowhere. “It’s her fault thought. She was the one who started flirting with me first. Even though she had a boyfriend!” He said like a pouty little boy. Except her couldn’t care less really. At least he could say something interesting had happened that night. He would just have to wear sunglasses at work for a while is all. He stood up slowly letting her think he needed help when actually he just liked her hands on him. Her hands were small though and she seemed very petite. She also happened to smell really good. Kind of like strawberries. “I’m Clayton, but call me Clay.” He said as they made their way out of the alley. “Aren’t you afraid of being in a dark alley with a stranger?” he asked cocking his eyebrows. She seemed completely at ease with him. Once they made it out into the light of the street lamp he found that he was right. She was very pretty. Blonde and petite. She looked familiar, like a model maybe? He wasn’t sure but she didn’t care that she was all alone with him, which was a little strange. “I haven’t seen you around here before, but you sure do look pretty familiar to me.” He announced still not being able to put his finger on where he’d seen her as they faced each other beneath the street lamp.
Clay was a jokester. Every one loved him. Well everyone who didn't really know Clay loved him. He was athletic, sweet, sarcastic, but he also had anger management and seemed to get into a lot of fights. He was a guy who loved going to clubs and hanging out with friends until the wee hours in the morning. That was his thing. Then during the day, he would go to college and sleep through most of his classes, only getting the notes later on right before he went out. He wasn't a huge fan for any particular sport but he liked to show of his USA side of things. But on the weekends he goes and tries out for acting gigs, which is definitely something he likes to do, but the last three jobs were looking for someone sensitive and that was not something he was very good at. Not in real life and not while acting. He had just gotten denied yet another acting gig and was currently at a bar, drinking away his sorrows. A girl next to him glanced over at him and he took that as a sign of flirting. Nearly 20 minutes later he was out in the back alley, having his ass just handed to him on a platter by the girls, boyfriend. The biggest guy in the damn bar. He had punched Clay right in the face and had sent him into someone else's table. That started a huge fight which had gotten him kicked out of the bar and into the alley way. He now laid almost in the middle of the alley way looking up at the stars, remembering bits and pieces of his younger brothers. Suddenly he felt someone's abnormally large high heel digging into his chest. "Whoa!" He cried. 'Why do women always have to wear stilettos?' He asked himself bitterly. "Watch where your going." He murmured to the girl (Candice) not angry or anything, just tired.
Selena had been alive for a very long time. Since the time of the Egyptians to be exact. She was an Egyptian princess, her sister Cleopatra. In their youth they had been close and loving, but as they became teenager, soon to be wed to powerful men, Cleopatra didn't like the competition she was receiving from her sister. So she sentenced Selena to death. Selena ran for her life naturally but she was slain. In the last few moments of her life, she asked the gods to forgive her sisters selfish ways. Athena, the goddess of wisdom heard her, and granted her immortality, so that she could be kind to others in the world. But in doing so Selena betrayed Athena and killed her sister Cleopatra for her betrayal. Athena then cursed Selena from ever entering Olympus and cursed her to be alone for all eternity by making her the Queen of the Moon. She could only go out at night time, never to see the kindness of the sun again. So for a very long time, Selena has been helping those in the cover of the night. And doing things of her own. In the recent century she has become a party girl, drugs and alcohol didn't affect her, but she liked to have fun and act like she was. Normally around dawn time she would leave the club and grab as much paint supplies as she could and went home. She lived in an apartment complex next to three different guys. The first two were kind of creepy, the third (PJ) had always been nice to her. As she walked up the stairs with a few buckets of paint in her hands and rollers, and pretty much every colored kind of construction paper. She was barely holding it all together when she walked towards her door. She tried to shift everything into one hand but failed horribly as everything crashed and fell making a terribly loud noise. Selena made a face and unlocked her door quickly. The door right across from hers was PJ's and he was in pajama's and looked slightly flustered. Selena smiled apologetically at him. "I'm so sorry," She said moving a few things into her apartment with her feet. "I didn't mean to wake you." Her black hair fluffed from the night out, and her thoughts trailed to the glass of milk that he had lent her the other day. She had washed the cup and had planned to take it over to him but she hadn't remembered it.
Fionn raised his brows and licked over his lips, leaning forward. "Oh?" He asked. "How lovely." He purred, getting up as the group of boys began to sing. He stepped sideways facing Sebastian. "What song sweetheart?" he whispered, running his fingertips through his hair as he looked over the male. His piercing stare landed past Sebastian and he turned, walking around the male. "Nice way to be subtle sweetheart, maybe you should try a little harder." He bit at his lip. "Get a p****, and grow a pair of tits to make it more obvious." He ran his hand over the boys lower back, a soft hum at the back of his throat. He knew Sebastian would probably take the lead of the song, whichever it was. If it was a damn duet though, Fionn would kill him.
~ ` Samantha ; she smiled when she saw his text. i'm available tomorrow :). she sent hik the text, it was now dark outside. she was still watching gossip girl, she was tired. it had been hours, she didn't noticed the time: they had texted a lot, sh le saw their history and she couldn't help but smile they went from awkward to joke around and even complain about a few things. he was a very fun guy, he was laid back and she discover that he was scared of the future. he wasn't prepare for change, she found it adorable. they were different yet still alike. she bit down her lower lip as she stood up and turned off the tv. she went to her bed, yawning. she wasn't so tired but she knew she should sleep, she had to work out tomorrow a bit.
~ ` Ethan ; he chuckled, shaking his head. she was so adorable. it was fun to just hang out with her, she was bubbly and she made him happy. he let go and had fun, it had been a while since he let himself be happy. they walked into a few stores, she made him try a few things but he didn't mind, they ended up posing and taking very humiliating pictures together. but somehow none of that matter to him. he was having fun. they ended up joking and having fun. they even learn a bit more about themselves. it was ironic how close he felt to her by just going window shopping.
~ ` Ethan ; he smiled, shrugging. " um, i don't know. what's your favorite store? " he asked softly, he barely came to the mall but he enjoyed it now that she was with him. he chuckled as she walked towards her favorite store he wasn't surprise when they walked into forever 21. he chuckled as she hurried into the store walking around. he chuckled, he was beginning to learn her style.