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At 11:41pm on January 6, 2014, ωєℓɔσℳє †σ ιи§αηι†ẏ said…

Fionn sighed softly, turning to face Sebastian. "Cameron, after your engagement to him didn't think that he would ever be good enough for someone like you. He ran way, scared of what was going to happen, and fled back home. He told me things, things he couldn't tell anyone. He said he had problems, mentally and physically. He was dying, because of the trauma he had put himself through after he left you...and they found him under a bridge in Dublin, dead." Fionn looked away, tears running down his cheeks. "Cameron killed himself because of what he was going through, not because of you, but the demons that he held onto." He looked down, wiping at his eyes, mumbling. "I wish I couldn't feel a dam__ed thing." Fionn refused to look over at his Cousins ex fiancee'. "He's not coming back." He whispered. 

Fionn, after composing himself looked back at Sebastian, eyes red, and cheeks rosy. He swallowed. "I'm sorry no one told you. The police contacted your mother after the incident, not knowing your number, and unable to trace it because of where Cameron was located." He bit at his lip, uncrossing his arms and placing one on Sebastians shoulder, pulling him close into a hug. Even though he knew he would probably get smacked for it, he had to comfort his cousins ex. He couldn't sit here, and let him break down even more then he already had. "There's another thing sweetheart, another thing we have in common. We both lost someone we loved this past year." He closed his eyes, lips brushing over the boys forehead as he pulled away. "You're going to be fine, and Cameron is too."

At 11:18pm on January 6, 2014, ωєℓɔσℳє †σ ιи§αηι†ẏ said…

Fionn bit at his lip and shook his head. "If you really want to know the answer to that question, you're going to have to take us somewhere else so you don't do anything irrational." He ran a hand through his hair, his fingertips dragging along his scalp. "You may want to drive somewhere where no one is watching us." He nodded towards the door of the home. "Because someone else lives here now, and I'm guessing the cops are going to get called if we don't book it." He smirked softly, placing a hand on his shoulder. "Come on..... They're coming out right now, and I am not in the mood to get yelled at by a strange old man running at us."

At 9:18pm on January 6, 2014, ωєℓɔσℳє †σ ιи§αηι†ẏ said…

Fionn bit at his lip, looking down with regret in his eyes. "I'm sorry..." He whispered, looking over the small structure, recognizing it easily. "Cameron's old place, correct?" He looked back at Sebastian. "You know, he brought me here once, right before I moved down here. I stayed for a few days with him, his mother, and my uncle. My favorite place is right here...." He looked over at Sebastian and sighed. "We do have something in common, whether you would like to believe it or not." He leaned back and closed his eyes. "I forgot what our own bloody assignment was." A smile broke out on his face as he tilted his head, getting a better view of Sebastians features, clouded with grief. "It wasn't your fault, it was my uncles, and his wife, and that's why I'm not allowed to stay here. They don't want me doing the same thing that Cameron did."

At 8:37pm on January 6, 2014, ωєℓɔσℳє †σ ιи§αηι†ẏ said…

Fionn answered his phone, his accent intensified over the cellular device. "Hello, this is Fionn Stravos." He smiled softly, hearing Sebastian on the other end. "Good to know sweetheart, I'll be ready." He quieted himself from saying something horrid about the boys car, since his beautiful automobile was rare to find, and anything but an 'ugly clunker' like the other had said. Telling the other his address made him slightly nervous, but after he said it he smiled and hung up. The waiting game began.

Fionn brushed his fingers through his hair and threw on a plaid button up over his slim grey v neck. He bit at his bottom lip, slipping his phone in the front pocket of his faded blue jeans. He heard the honk as soon as he finished the last flight of stairs before the door and smirked, seeing Sebastian dressed up. Stepping out he got into the passenger side of the boys brand new car. "You ever call my beautiful baby an ugly clunker again and i'll turn this 'thing' into one myself." He gave the other a toothy grin and sat back. "So, mind If I ask where we're going?" He positioned himself so he faced the male, legs crossed out in front of him, hands gripping the arm rest harshly.

At 9:41pm on January 5, 2014, ωєℓɔσℳє †σ ιи§αηι†ẏ said…

Fionn chuckled softly. "You're not going to like my favorite place in town, I can guarantee you won't like it." He licked over his lips, looking down at Sebastian over the bridge of his nose. Fionn smirked softly. "Doesn't seem like your kind of...place." He ran a hand through his hair, a small smile placed upon his lips that didn't quite reach his eyes. "Besides, I don't think you want to be seen with a nobody like me, aye?" He leaned forward, breath ghosting over the flesh of the boys neck. "When and where do you want this to take place, sweetheart?" He leaned back, pulling his shirt over his head before turning and pulling his bag over his shoulder. He took the other by the wrist, running it down to hold at his hand, placing a small piece of paper before pulling away. "Text me when doll face."

Fionn walked to his car, pulling out a cigarette and placing it between his lips as he sat down. He pushed the button to open his trunk whilst lighting his cigarette. He looked back at the field and smirked, getting back into his car and speeding off. Fionn chuckled thinking about the way the boy looked at him, intentions plain as day in his stare. He remembered the heat that came from his body as he leaned in. The thoughts made him dizzy as he pulled into the apartment block. Pulling his card from his bag he sighed, opening the trunk to retrieve his uniform. He got in easily with the flick of his card, and placing in the code to open the door. After closing the door behind him he checked his phone and sighed softly. It was only the second day of his first school week and he had already gotten himself into more trouble with one boy then he could ever manage. 

At 7:48pm on January 5, 2014, ωєℓɔσℳє †σ ιи§αηι†ẏ said…

Fionn's eyes widened, and he stopped Sebastian for a moment. "You think you're the only one that cared about him?" He let out a bitter laugh. " He was the closest thing to a brother that I had. I cared for him more then any one else on this planet." He let go. "Watch it Smythe...because you don't want to get on my bad side." He grabbed his lacrosse bag, and walked down to the field, and changed out of his uniform. He looked over to Sebastian. "You think you're the only one who cares? I'm not rubbing it in your god____ face, and I wasn't talking to you anyway, so stop eavesdropping in my conversation, sweetheart." His jaw clenched, tears visible in his emerald gaze. "You know nothing about me, not one thing. So don't act like it." He walked out of the locker room. His gaze set on the field. The blonde headed boy looked over to Fionn, but Fionn simply looked onto the field. He wanted to take his mind off of the brunette. He turned, stopping Sebastian in his tracks. "Also, a little FYI, darling...Don't tell me what to do, we're coming up with the idea together, because you need a little imagination, and you lack that from my point of view."  He gave the boy a smile, clearly faked, and stood towards where the other boys were, striking a conversation with a few of the boys both in Lacrosse, and on the Warblers.

At 3:07am on January 5, 2014, Starting Over. said…

Thomas:-I go down stairs and start cooking every breakfast food imaginable. Waffles, pancakes, toast, fruit, sausages, bacon, french toast, eggs..-

Bent:It's really up to you sweetheart. What would you like to do?

At 2:31am on January 5, 2014, Starting Over. said…

Thomas:-I chuckle.- What would you like for breakfast baby?

Bent:-I pick up my phone and look at the time. Seven thirty..I open my messages and click on Phoebe.-  

Good mornin beautiful. I know we haven't been talkin' much lately and for that I'm sorry. I wanna change things between us, I really like you darlin and I hope you feel the same. I didn't want to do this over text but, I was wonderin if you'd like to go out on another date with me sometime?

At 2:21am on January 5, 2014, ωєℓɔσℳє †σ ιи§αηι†ẏ said…

Fionn raised his brow. "I'll talk to you later, sweetheart." He purred, his voice shockingly deep, and every bit carried with lustful intentions. Fionn looked over Sebastian, noticing the slight redness creeping up on his cheeks, and how his beautiful bright eyes were puffier than usual. Fionn knew that the boy had cried, but over what? Certainly everything said had been told to him before. The way Sebastian took charge, voice more demanding then usual set him off. After they had decided that the decision to do the medley Fionn eyed Sebastian. all through practice the way he moved seemed off from his regular self. When he had the chance to speak he took it, only realizing to late that there was anger flaring in Sebastians gaze. "What's troubling you, darling?" His words were whispered in the others ear as they ended practice, having fifteen minutes before Lacrosse practice started. 

At 2:12am on January 5, 2014, Starting Over. said…

Thomas:-I chuckle.- Honey, if I just wanted to get lucky I already would have had my way with you three times this morning. Now, should I go start the shower or go start breakfast? -I kiss you softly.-

At 2:05am on January 5, 2014, Starting Over. said…

Thomas:-I laugh, lifting you easily into my arms.- You're cute when you're sassy.

At 1:50am on January 5, 2014, Starting Over. said…

Thomas:Darlin. I stopped aging at 24...I'm really only 26. So wanna take that back? -I pull you out of bed.-

At 1:43am on January 5, 2014, Starting Over. said…

Thomas:-I laugh.- Says you...you're his step momma and you're closer to my age than his..-I laugh and roll out of bed.- Shower with me love?

At 1:33am on January 5, 2014, Starting Over. said…

Thomas:I'm pretty sure that's why you married me aha..-I grab my phone and look down.- Bent's birthday is tomorrow. Seventeen years old already...-I run a hand through my hair..-

At 1:27am on January 5, 2014, Starting Over. said…

Thomas:-I roll on top of you and kiss down your neck softly.- There are lots of things I couldn't live a day without baby, and you..-I kiss your neck softly.- Are one of them..

At 1:22am on January 5, 2014, Starting Over. said…

Thomas:-I woke up to your lips on mine. I kept my eyes closed but smiled against your lips. My hands slipping around your waist.- Good morning to you too Mrs. Shaw. -I opened my eyes and winked softly.-

At 9:35pm on January 4, 2014, ωєℓɔσℳє †σ ιи§αηι†ẏ said…

"It's such a shame." He purred, looking up, eyes glittering as a smile crossed his face. "I get paired up with the really hot, talented guy, who knows nothing about me and you get paired up with the Irish immigrant who knows all your dirty little secrets, just by looking at you." He smirked softly, setting back in his seat. "IT's a pleasure to be at your service, Your majesty. " He winked up at Sebastian, crossing his legs ahead of him, before looking off, waiting for the teacher to give them instruction no their project. "Let's split the work in half, that way you don't have to put up with me, when clearly you don't want to." He got up and sat on his desk, his legs jest barely touching the ground as he crossed his hands over his chest. He listened in, and smirked softly. The assignment was to create a children's book about one thing important to you. Fionn looked over at Sebastian. "You write I draw, we both come up with the idea. Sound good sweetheart?" He clasped his hand on Sebastians shoulder and pulled his bag over his shoulder walking out of the classroom just as the bell rang.

He went rough the rest of his schedule easily, loving Math, and his art class. After a busy day of collaborating his thoughts and trying to avoid any unnecessary comments from others he finally made his way down to the music room, lacrosse bag hung over his shoulder and backpack left in his 67' Chevy impala. He left his bag by the door, where he had set it yesterday, and sat down between his bag, and a nearby window, looking out into the parking lot. He waited patiently for someone to walk through the door, other then the few people who had been earlier then him. A good looking fella sat down next to him, giving him a soft smile. His ash blonde hair covering his eyes, his lips quirked up in an adorable fashion. "Fionn Stravos?" he nodded at the boy, returning the sweet smile. "I've heard a lot about you, but I hardly doubt much is true." Fionn raised a brow, and smirked. "Do tell, darling." The two engaged in a heated conversation, Fionn telling the boy of the travels him, and his uncle went on, after Cameron's death, and how he lived alone, coming to the United States after backpacking through Russia. Many stories passed through his lips in a short amount of time. When he looked up, Sebastian had just arrived. He looked back at the blonde boy. "I saw you at Lacrosse yesterday, correct?" The boy nodded, and Fionn grinned. "Lovely."

At 11:05am on January 4, 2014, ωєℓɔσℳє †σ ιи§αηι†ẏ said…

Fionn looked up, a blush spreading across his cheeks as he saw where the boy was. There were plenty of other places to be, other people to be close to. He bit at the corner of his mouth, looking anywhere but diagonal to his own seat. His eyes ran over the markings on the board, sighing softly to himself he began to write whatever he could make up down. His ears picked up every conversation, from down the hall, to right beside him. These men were bored, wanting more from life, and others in general. Fionns fingertips ran over the page he had dusted with markings that had become a picture. He flipped the notebook paper over, writing everything down, listening in on the conversation the classroom was supposed to be having. He looked up, the cap of his pencil running over his upper lip as he heard what their assignment was. He then frowned when he heard 'partners.' He grumbled softly, looking diagonal to his location, then looking away. "Mein Gott." he whispered under his breath. His lips parted as he pushed is legs out in front of himself.

At 8:19pm on January 3, 2014, ωєℓɔσℳє †σ ιи§αηι†ẏ said…

Fionn hummed along softly to 'I see Fire' by Ed Sheeran. His lips pursed softly as he got himself ready for another day in his own personal hell. He combed through his hair, straightened his uniform out and headed out the door with his bags. He put them in the trunk of his car, hiding anything he didn't want the other students to see with the heavy lacrosse bag. He put his book bag in the passenger seat and headed off, singing along with the steady beat imprinted in the back on his mind.

Oh, misty eye of the mountain below
Keep careful watch of my brothers' souls
And should the sky be filled with fire and smoke
Keep watching over Durin's sons
If this is to end in fire
Then we should all burn together
Watch the flames climb high into the night
Calling out father, oh,
Stand by and we will
Watch the flames burn auburn on
The mountain side high
And if we should die tonight
We should all die together
Raise a glass of wine for the last time
Calling out father, oh,
Prepare as we will
Watch the flames burn auburn on
The mountain side
Desolation comes upon the sky
Now I see fire
Inside the mountain
I see fire
Burning the trees
And I see fire
Hollowing souls
I see fire
Blood in the breeze
And I hope that you remember me...

He went on, his voice floating through the car softly. As he pulled into the parking lot of Dalton Academy he rolled his eyes, pulling his ipod from his bag and placed his headphones in. He got out of what he liked to call his 'baby' with effortless grace. He slung his bag over his shoulder and headed inside. He grumbled softly at the boys crowding the hallway, absolutely ecstatic about people heading to their different locations when he walked by. He licked over his lips, placing his bag in his locker, and taking his things out before heading up the stairs to his English class.

At 5:12pm on January 2, 2014, ωєℓɔσℳє †σ ιи§αηι†ẏ said…

Fionn licked over his lips. "You're going to, better be now than never..." He smirked softly, taking a drag of his cigarette. He knew it was a bad habit, but it was better then the habit had had always had with other men. Older men, especially. He threw the butt of the cigarette and snuffed it out with the heel of his foot, before he climbed in his 67'm Chevy Impala. He looked over, seeing Sebastian climbing into his car and made sure to cut him off right before he reached the exit. With a bittersweet laugh he rounded the corner, traveling to the nearest cafe. He waited in the fairly short line, getting a steaming cup he sat down at one of the first empty tables. He put his headphones in, and searched for the song that Sebastian had spoken of. He smirked to himself. The beat was fabulous, and the way he imagined moving to it was extravagant. He got up, listening to the song all the way through, occasionally sipping at his drink before he turned, walking out. He had a crooked grin plastered to his face as he got into his car, noticing the same one from earlier parked a few paces away from his.

Fionn took another sip of his coffee, hips swaying softly as he listened to one of his favorite songs. He plugged his ipod into the stereo and smirked, turning the volume up all the way to 'Carry on My Wayward Son' by Kansas. He pulled out just as he saw Sebastian turn to go outside. It was kind of like a chase, only Fionn wasn't in second place, Sebastian was. Fionn slowly dragged himself into the apartments parking lot. He grumbled, taking his bags in with him, sighing softly he buzzed in, and walked up the many flights of stairs all the way to the top. Since he lived alone out here he had no one waiting on him. IT was quite lovely the first few weeks he had lived here, but now it was boring, and emptier then he remembered it. Fionn made himself supper, and ate while trying to figure out his English, since the letters had messed him up that day in class.

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