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Post by elliot ren frey on Aug 26, 2012 0:27:23 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: dddddd; border: #cccccc solid 8px; width: 420px; padding: 15 5 15 5px;] stuck in her daydream, been this way since eighteen NOTES: what is wrong with this post? everything.
it was just one of those days, the kind you really want to end because they drone on with no excitement whatsoever and you feel like your aging a million times faster with no hopes of getting your youth back, yeah it was just one of those days. elliot had awoken much earlier than he intended too, six hours earlier than he intended too. since it was summer, and what a wonderful time of year that was in miami, he didn't have any plans to wake up before noon on any given day, so of course when he received a text message from his mother at exactly six o'clock in the morning, he was pissed. maybe pissed is to generic of a word to use, he wasn't really angry with his mom, just more frustrated or annoyed than anything else. this was beauty sleep she was taking away after all! elliot didn't intend on having any wrinkles any time soon. he did have to look good for all the lads after all, even if that fact was hidden from the rest of the world.
yes, elliot was a closeted gay although he already had a somewhat homosexual look to him so he figured people may have already guessed his true sexuality. it wasn't that he was ashamed of his sexuality, he was just more afraid of getting kicked in the ass for it. that would be both degrading and embarassing, and he'd rather not have to make plans of dropping out of college due to physical or emotional harassment. that would be absolutely horrible, there would honestly be no good side to it. so for now, he decides to remain hidden in a sense, but at the same time he doesn't openly flirt with any girls either. he's not the best at hiding his true colors to say the least. maybe that was why he decided to go out that afternoon, not that he didn't go out almost every other daynight, but because he wanted to escape his own thoughts and have a bit of fun with this wasted day.
that's what brought him to the beach, where a relatively large amount of people had already piled up, and he was clad in a lose white t-shirt that was a bit tighter around his biceps and a pair of tan shorts. he didn't have intentions of getting into the water, especially not since he had spent nearly an hour fixing his hair until it matched the exact image in his head. the caramel locks swooped up in a quiff that was held by a rather small amount of hair gel. he'd be suprised if it held for more than an hour. his blue eyes swept across the beach slowly before they landed on an odd sight, a boy close to his own age sitting alone pretty close to a group of friends. or he guessed they were friends anyways. well that's no fun, he's at the beach damnit! that guy should be enjoying himself. and it was with that mindset that elliot walked across the sand towards the olive skinned boy and introduced himself in an airy tone, "hi there, i'm elliot!"
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Post by ashton maddox stratford on Aug 26, 2012 11:31:23 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; background-color: #343434; padding:20px; border-top: 10px #bac6a9 solid; border-bottom: 10px #bac6a9 solid;] to say that ashton was an unhappy person would sound correct to those who didn't know him, but is an untrue statement. ashton is perfectly happy with his life, no matter what sort of expression crosses his face; almost always a blank stare, a grimace, or an eyebrow raise. no matter what he says; not much, in truth. he wasn't the chatty type, he wasn't the social sort, he was just ashton. he liked to sleep every free second of the day, or to listen to his ipod in peace.
sadly, his fraternal twin, bristol, happened to have been born the complete opposite of her twin. she was social and chatty and bubbly. she was as stubborn as ashton, though, and she refused to let him be at peace with himself. like this particular day, when she literally dragged him out of his bed at ten in the morning and somehow talked the tired nineteen year old to dress for a day at the beach, brush his teeth, and comb his hair and climb into the passenger seat of her car. she stopped and picked up three of her girlfriends along the way, and ashton sat in his seat, grimacing as the four girls had an upbeat conversation. prison.... this is worse than prison, he thought.
the grimace remained on his face for the next hour as they set up on the beach and he ignored the four girls - and several more that had met them there - chatting while they sun bathed and wasted space on the beach with their nonsense. the four were talking about heading into the water and he nodded his head. yes, yes, go, he mentally encouraged and shook away the hope that the loudest might drown. he sighed in relief when they began to pull their wraps and tee shirt's over their heads, kicking off flip flops and preparing to run at the incoming waves, when he was approached by a boy around the same age as himself.
ashton turned his head to look at elliot, as he had just introduced himself. the same grimace that had been on his face all day returned and he simply shook his head no at the young man.
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Post by elliot ren frey on Aug 26, 2012 18:59:12 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: dddddd; border: #cccccc solid 8px; width: 420px; padding: 15 5 15 5px;] stuck in her daydream, been this way since eighteen NOTES: worse than before, i stink at dialogue.
He was greeted with a shaken head signally no and elliot’s eyebrows immediately furrowed up In confusion. No to what? No to his name being Elliot? No to hello? He was genuinely confused, and he was sure his face showed as much. He wasn’t used to this, being turned down at hello, most people seemed to find him likeable enough to maybe start up a conversation. But no, mr. unhappy over here was too good for him apparently. Elliot was not going to take no for an answer, he never did.
The other lad was quite attractive, Elliot found himself thinking, and he wanted to see how much more nice looking that face could be if it was lit up by a smile. Smiles usually made everyone look better unless the holder had a set of nasty looking teeth, now that was horrible. How hard is it to take care of your teeth? Now Elliot found himself wondering just how he could get the other boy to talk to him, he had already turned down the simplest method and Elliot, who wasn’t the brightest tool in the shed, was left to try and work something else out. The only other thing he could think of was making the olive boy laugh, or at least attempt to, but he didn’t even know how to go about that. Then he found himself thinking of whether or not he gave of the gay vibe to the other guy, oh he hoped not, he didn’t want to come off as gay at first meeting. Wait, why was he thinking of this? Oh yeah, because his mind was a dangerous place.
So Elliot just decided to continue the conversation as he thought of a way to get the boy to even let out small chuckle, it shouldn’t be too hard considering they were around the same age and probably had similar interests. ”Um, no to what? If I may ask of course. If you’re saying no to my name, then you are mistaken as Elliot is definitely my name. Or are you declining my hello, and if you are, why? You don’t seem to be having a ton of fun right now and I’m only trying to help out here.” Just like Elliot to ramble on with no endpoint. He’d probably chase the boy off before he even knew his name.
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Post by ashton maddox stratford on Aug 27, 2012 9:46:57 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; background-color: #343434; padding:20px; border-top: 10px #bac6a9 solid; border-bottom: 10px #bac6a9 solid;] ashton was used to this sort of attention, the dedication. generally, he was receiving it from females. he looked away from the boy until he began speaking again. this time he looked him over. good looking boy, obviously gay according to ashton's highly advanced gaydar, and no older than twenty. he sighed and got more comfortable as elliot began to speak.
go ahead, keep talking, you're not gonna win, he mentally challenged, elliot. ashton could go days on end without saying a word. he was a master of this sport. help me out? drown the loud one, he glared at the smallest of bristol's friends, who happened to be practically shrieking her words. he had no doubts that she did this, in case they could not hear her from way down below. he snorted at his own joke, without changing his expression.
he looked back to elliot and once again shook his head, back and forth. nope, buddy, i don't need your help. he wondered if elliot was stubborn or clueless. ashton considered pretending he was deaf, but he was sure his sister would ruin that at some point. he stared at elliot, wondering if he stared long enough, would elliot become uncomfortable and leave.
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Post by elliot ren frey on Aug 27, 2012 17:34:50 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: dddddd; border: #cccccc solid 8px; width: 420px; padding: 15 5 15 5px;] stuck in her daydream, been this way since eighteen NOTES: hmm bit better.
no name was beginning to get onto elliot's nerves, he was very impatient and just couldn't seem to figure out why exactly the other boy wouldn't talk to him, the guy wouldn't even give eli his damn name! was there something wrong with him? maybe his clothes were a bit too slouchy for the other's taste, did his voice annoy him? maybe he was to upfront. elliot didn't miss the way the other boy's eyes quickly gave him a once over, but he didn't linger enough on elliot for him to assume the other boy was gay. he was most likely completely straight, but that wasn't what this was about anyways. elliot really just wanted to get the other boy to smile one way or another, but how? elliot also noticed that the other guy was looking past him slightly, and so he also turned his head to find a group of girls out in the water. were they his friends, did they ditch him? elliot turned back towards the olive skinned boy with an eyebrow raised, but he didn't ask any questions about it. he really wasn't that interested in who those girls were anyways.
now the other boy was looking back at him, promptly shaking his head again, and then continued to stare. so this is how it's going to go down? elliot rolled his eyes before staring at the other boy in turn. eli could win a stare down, and he had no problems with others staring at him anyways. he got weird looks everywhere he went, most likely due to the fact others were constantly debating whether or not he was gay. he gave them reasons to stare too, if he thought so himself. was this other guy deaf? it was highly unlikely, but still probable. elliot crossed it off of his mental list nonetheless though and continued to think how exactly he could break down the boy's wall. first of all, he really wanted him to smile, and secondly he really wanted to know his name so he could put a name to that smile. it just couldn't be no name's smile, that wasn't personal enough and elliot would not have that. they stood in silence, elliot only moving once to readjust his arms to drape them over his chest in a sassy manner. he quirked an eyebrow at the boy again, almost speaking to him without words.
what is this guys problem? he's so weird! elliot thought to himself, wait, if i think he's weird why am i even talking to him? oh yeah, cause he's hot. almost forgot about that since he's so damn quiet. because elliot couldn't ramble on to the stranger, he went the alternate route of rambling inside of his own head. it helped pass the time almost.
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Post by ashton maddox stratford on Aug 27, 2012 19:57:43 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; background-color: #343434; padding:20px; border-top: 10px #bac6a9 solid; border-bottom: 10px #bac6a9 solid;] ashton's brows furrowed; in both confusion and frustration, and possibly in disappointment. this boy was playing ashton's game and ashton didn't like it one bit. it was one thing to enjoy a world of noise, while silently judging it, it was another thing to have someone trying to do the same thing. worse, for someone to silently judge him in return, right there in his own personal space.
ashton sighed and reached into his pocket to dig out a pack of newport menthol 100's and took one out of the half empty pack, placed it between a pair out lush lips, and dug out a small black lighter. click, click, click, and finally, a flame. he lit the end of his cigarette and took a long drag. he sighed, a cloud of smoke escaping his lips. not going to go away anytime soon, are you? he finally asked. fine, if this guy could handle a silent rejection, perhaps ashton would have to make it audible for him. what? what do you want?
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Post by elliot ren frey on Aug 31, 2012 14:33:07 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: dddddd; border: #cccccc solid 8px; width: 420px; padding: 15 5 15 5px;] stuck in her daydream, been this way since eighteen NOTES: sorry for the wait, this is horrible.
elliot honestly wasn't too shocked when the other boy pulled out a pack of cigarettes, and although it was utterly repulsive he didn't say anything. no, he still wanted to get the boy to smile and talking about how smoking can ruin someone's lungs definitely isn't something to laugh about. well, for eli it possibly could be but he wouldn't mention that either. his blues eyes followed the other boy's fingers as they worked on the lighter, three clicks and a flame finally burst, soon it had been attatched to the end of the cigarette and the guy sucked it in. gross. elliot did his best to not grimace or just away right at that second. as the other boy let out a breath of air, smoke also came with the air and then he finally smoke. was it odd that elliot thought he had a beautiful voice? probably. he seemed kind of rude, at least by the way he was talking to eli so far anyways.
"first of all, i want to know your name because i gave you mine a long time ago and it's no fair i don't get to know yours as well." elliot came off as a pouty little brat, but he could honestly care less. he had finally got the other guy to speak, which was his first task, and now he would have to work on the whole smiling deal. it would be hard, maybe he could smoke a cigarette? maybe he'd get some version of brownie points for that. it's not like elliot hadn't smoked before, he's had his fair share at parties his lungs are on their way to hell. he offered the other boy the weakest smile he could muster as he waited.
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Post by ashton maddox stratford on Aug 31, 2012 22:50:30 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; background-color: #343434; padding:20px; border-top: 10px #bac6a9 solid; border-bottom: 10px #bac6a9 solid;] ashton enjoyed illustrations, and a lot of the time, he mentally pictured people as cartoons. he was picturing this boy as an animation; much smaller, child-like, with pouty lips and his hands on his hips. he was determined, at least that was one thing ashton could appreciate. after all, if anyone knew determination, it was the boy who had probably uttered less than a thousand words in the last ten years.
he took a long drag from his cigarette, and blew the smoke to the wind, leading it away from elliot. ashton could not imagine this boy being fond of the smoke or the cigarettes. he sighed, took another quick drag, and put the cigarette out using the bottom of his converse all star tennis shoe. it was unlike ashton to be considerate, but hey, there was something about this kid that got ashton to open his mouth, so maybe he should investigate his abilities further.
ash, he answered, shortly. of course, it was really ashton. ashton maddox stratford. he hated his name, though, and how country club it sounded. he much preferred his self-given nickname. ash.
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Post by elliot ren frey on Sept 1, 2012 11:59:00 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: dddddd; border: #cccccc solid 8px; width: 420px; padding: 15 5 15 5px;] stuck in her daydream, been this way since eighteen NOTES: overuse of the word finally.
elliot probably would have slapped the other guy had he not blown the smoke in the other direction. he had expected it to be blown straight into his face where his eyes would water and he'd let out a dramatic hacking cough just for effect. it was just so gross, he couldn't understand why anyone in their right mind would want to do that to their body. to be completely honest though, elliot thought he looked damn sexy smoking his cigarettes but he was not about to voice that opinion. finally the other guy dropped the cigarette to the ground and put it out with his shoes. huh, converse, not bad taste for someone who smokes. after a few moments he spoke his name. thank god, i finally have something to put to his face. eli thought the name suited the other boy, it just went with the way he looked it seemed. elliot offered ash a rather large smile at his words. he would finally be able to knock something off of his list. next was getting him to smile, but how in the hell was he going to do that? he had hardly even gotten the other guy to speak. shit, this was going to be difficult.
elliot ran a few fingers through his hair, knocking a few strands loose and he growled in frustration as he tried to put them back in place. after a few failed attempts he let out a huff of air and just gave up. now he looked like a bum in front of ashton and he felt like a complete idiot already, what else could go wrong? well, those girls could come over and eli would feel completely awkward. yeah, that would be pretty bad. really, the only thing he could think of to make the other boy smile was to take a drag of a cigarette himself and he was about to do it. "er, can i have a cigarette please?" he really didn't want to do it, but he also wasn't about to give up and seeing as he wasn't the brightest, this was the best he could come up with on such short notice.
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Post by ashton maddox stratford on Sept 1, 2012 12:48:14 GMT -5
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it was obvious to ashton that this boy was desperate for his approval, for some godforsaken reason. ashton found him absolutely absurd. marching over to a stranger, buggering him with all the enthusiasm in the world, demanding words from a silent man. the boy was actually battling his own hair at a point. and then he did it, said something that ashton could help but snort in laughter at. the slightest hint of a smile curved up the corner of his lips and he laughed out loud.
no, bro, he said, simply and shook his head. it was obvious to ashton that this boy was a non-smoker and the habit seemed everything but appealing to elliot. ashton smoked in those moments when his mouth and hands just needed something to do. it usually took him two weeks just to get through a pack. still, he wouldn't waste one on the boy who was simply doing it for bonus points. he shook his head, again, baffled by this boys attempts.
you're dedicated, that's cool, but i'm straight, he said it simply. he didn't have much (if any) doubt that the boy standing next to him was gay. ashton could care less about his sexuality, he just felt the need to inform him, in case this was his attempts at hitting on ashton, that he wasn't on the same team.
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Post by elliot ren frey on Sept 1, 2012 15:06:43 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: dddddd; border: #cccccc solid 8px; width: 420px; padding: 15 5 15 5px;] stuck in her daydream, been this way since eighteen NOTES: what is wrong with this post? everything.
all of elliot's hard work, if you can even call it that, finally payed off as the other boy began to laugh. his smile was even nicer looking than his pout, and elliot found himself letting out a breathy little laugh himself. ashton turned down his request of a cigarette and elliot sighed in relief because he really didn't want one in the first place. he began fiddling with his hands not sure what to really say next because he didn't want to give away the fact that he was just trying to make the boy like him more with the whole cigarette deal nor did he want to stop talking to him. he was about to say something, anything when ashton spoke again. elliot's jaw literally dropped into a perfect little "o" and then he was half smiling, half grimacing. "i kind of figured, i'm... uh.. i'm not hitting on you. but how did you know?" he stood there with one hand on his hip and one eyebrow raised much higher than the other.
he had always thought he was pretty good at concealing the truth. sure, he got some looks sometimes but nobody really thought he was actually gay. or they at least didn't voice their opinion like ashton had. it baffled him really. he tried to work out exactly what could have given the other boy the idea that he was anything less than heterosexual, but he really just couldn't. he had acted straight enough hadn't he? it was playing with my hair, i'm going bald after this. he mentally laughed at his poor attempt of a joke inside his mind and then turned his full attention back to ashton.
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Post by ashton maddox stratford on Sept 3, 2012 10:32:55 GMT -5
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ashton was practically snickering under his breath at the whole situation he was currently in. get woken up early, get dragged to the beach, get tortured by the unbelievable rants of half a dozen females, and then follow said torture with more torture, only the kind that cam from a persistent, chatty male. and here ashton was, actually falling victim to his trap, and holding (well, sort of) a conversation with the young man.
i am unbelievably good at reading people.. plus, the war; you against a few strands of hair. if i hadn't already figured out you were gay, then that would have done it. why, are you trying to hide it? ashton didn't usually talk this much and he was surprising even himself. the boy some kind of worm, who wiggled his way past ashton's guard and had entered his comfort zone. oh well, couldn't really hate someone who could. it was an achievement that not many people had accomplished.
well played, he thought to himself.
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Post by elliot ren frey on Sept 6, 2012 19:44:04 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: dddddd; border: #cccccc solid 8px; width: 420px; padding: 15 5 15 5px;] stuck in her daydream, been this way since eighteen NOTES: what is wrong with this post? everything.
well at least elliot had gotten the other boy to laugh, even if it hadn't been in the way he had originally intended. but his words meant elliot wouldn't be sharing his laughter any time soon. he tightened his lips into a tight line and his eyes cast down to the ground. so he really did come off as gay? well, that was just great. all the work he tried to do just to attempt to even cover up the truth, but obviously he was completely stupid and not so good at lying about anything. his shoulders slumped a bit, but even though he was completely disheartened by discovering the truth was so easy read, he still had a bit of pride and happiness thrumming through his system for finally getting the olive skinned male beside him to even speak. wait, so if i hadn't messed with my hair he may not have thought of me as gay? well shit. this time when a few strands fell into his face due to the soft ocean breeze, he didn't even bother pulling them out of his face even as they flicked him in his eyes like little annoying devils. he finally brought his eyes back up to the other boy and met his eyes before speaking.
"er, yeah, i was. i was trying to hide it i mean. but obviously i did a shitty job considering you basically knew right off the bat. god, i'm so stupid sometimes. like, i don't know. i don't even want to be gay, but i am." he rambled on for a bit, his words coming out quickly with a sad undertone laced into them. he kept constantly licking his lips and biting on the bottom, not hard enough to draw blood but enough for the flesh to turn a white color. he shook his head to himself softly as he thought everything over. at least the whole situation gave him a new light to everything. he'd have to cover up the fact he was gay a hell of a lot harder if he didn't want anyone sniffing it out. but, his face just gave a hint that he was. he was basically born to be it, so it seems. he never did have an interest in girls, it was just getting harder and harder to pretend to be something he wasn't. straight.
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