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Post by Landon Green on Apr 13, 2007 14:03:29 GMT 7
clothes.-------------------------------- Landon was feeling pretty hung over today, he had gone out partying the night before and ended up waking up in some chicks bed, she had been pretty hot, but he had snuck out fast after he found her boyfriend or whoever sleeping on the floor next to the bed. He had remembered snip-its of a three way, and he hated the awkwardness of three ways the next morning, so he got out of there as fast as possible. He had smoked a joint after he got out of the pretty nice apartment, just so that he could take the edge of the hang over off a bit. He had done it in the daylight too. A policeman had even walked by; Landon didn’t bother hiding his joint and even dared to wave at the fat rent-a-cop, who, just looked away and continued to eat his chocolate covered donut. Landon had then walked down the streets of New York pretty much killing time. He could have gone to class, but most of his classes were over with by the time he’d woken up, so he didn’t see the point in it. Landon hated school anyway; the only reason he was in it was because his father gave him money that way and because he knew that Kelli would be proud of him. But he was pretty sure that Kelli wouldn’t like that he’d just had a three way with strangers and that he was still drinking, drugging and smoking. Landon hated that he knew that Kelli would most likely hate him if she were still alive. He hated that she wasn’t here helping him get over his mother dying and helping him quit. But she wasn’t and he didn’t like thinking about her, so he smoked harder, drugged harder, fucked harder and did pretty much everything harder then normal because he wanted to forget all the shit in his life.
Landon decided to stop in on the coffee shop so that he could get a non-fat fruit shake. He liked strawberries and bananas mixed with non-fat sorbet and OJ. He loved that thing. It was delicious. He walked in, his eyes glazed over with the ganja that he had smoked earlier. He smiled faintly at the girl—or guy for that matter, he wasn’t sure which—at the counter. He then burped lightly and ordered his drink, not even excusing himself. He then put down some money and looked around the coffee shop, not many people were around right now because it was like the three in the afternoon and this place seemed to hardly ever be full. Landon got his shake or whatever you’d call it, and he sat down at a small table for two. He took a long sip of his shake thingy and got an instant brain freeze, “FUCK!” he said groaned grabbing his head and whining slightly. He put the cup down and leaned his elbows on the table, his head resting in his hands, great, now he had a head ache from his hang over AND a brain freeze. He sniffed lightly and brought his head out of his hands with a sigh. He took a sip from his drink again and sighed lightly, it wasn’t as bad as before.
Landon leaned back in his seat and looked around the little place again, his glazed eyes looking around the room with a sort of frown on his face, he hated this place, he didn’t like how it was lit and he didn’t like how uncomfortable the metal chair was. He sighed lightly and took another sip from his drink, he was surprised that this drink didn’t have coffee in it, but there was some sort of energy boost in it, but he wasn’t sure what it was, hell, it could even be caffeine. Landon started to play with his hair boredly as he looked around the place. He fixed his sailors hat and looked at his Mickey Mouse shoes, at least that’s what he called them.
sorry it's not the best.
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Post by Ryan Cunningham on Apr 13, 2007 15:13:58 GMT 7
Decked out in a nice black blazer and glam make-up that made the young man, who couldn't be any older then twenty walked into the small coffee shop that was a bit a ways from school campus where Ryan Cunninghamlived but he needed to get away for a day. His life seemed so stressful lately and he couldn't really deal all that well with nobody there with him to blow his steam off with. His mother was never home and half of his stress was caused by her never being there. He was so very worried that he'd never see her again. He was thankful though, every morning when he woke up he got to see her passed out on the couch and tell her how happy he was that she was home. Even though she couldn't hear him it made Ryan feel a little better. Still he missed his family and the quality time he used to spend with them.
After ordering a double shot expresso Ryan strolled off to the side, waiting for his order to be filled. He was pleased to finally be getting some good java. The Coffee Bean was the first place he'd gotten a cup of coffee at in NYC whe he had come to this state fir the first time. That was back in eighth grade when his class went on the annual Washington DC trip. It had been an awful experince for Ryan and he had had to sleep in the bath tub so nobody would discover his little secret. Even though The Coffee Bean was a far from Huntley Ryan still went here. He didn't get coffee everyday but atleast once a week. Which meant he traveled to New York quite a bit lately, atleast. Since he had exams in his Biology class this week that meant twenty-four hours of studying. It really sucked but Ryan did it. Today he had taken his test and he had to admitt, he felt pretty good about it. As he recieved his coffee he looked arounf the cafe and tilted his head as he saw a familar face. It was the young man who had come in late to one of his classes before and the only open seat had been by Ryan so he moved his book bag and allowed him to sit there. It was quite a distraction though for Ryan. The boy was obviously beautiful and well Ryan couldn't help but stare. Although Ryan had only been with one female through out his life he was pretty positive he was attracted to men as well as woman. Funny thing about that though, the thing that had made him realize this was Landon M. Green. This only caused more stress in Ryan's life and well Ryan never wanted to admitt the fact that he was bisexual or even completely gay to anyone.
Nibbling on his bottom lip as he watched the steam from his coffee float up into the ar, he pondered whether or not he should go over to the young man and have a conversation with him. They hadn't outside of class yet but maybe today was the day that they would...Ryan made up his mind ad approached the man with a faint smile, holding his styrofoam cup close to his face. He was a bit nervous and when he heard the semi-loud cuss word slip past those plump lips that Landon Green owned he thought it was time to head back. Instead he found himself at his table, tilting his head like a sad puppy dog and weakly smiled at the guy. "You okay mate?" he asked him and his free hand grabbed a hold of the back of the empty chair. Was Landon saving it for somebody? He seemed to be like miser popular so chances were that he was.
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Post by Landon Green on Apr 13, 2007 15:46:01 GMT 7
-------------------------- Landon hated brain freeze and he was getting it again. He really needed to drink his shake thingy slower, but he didn’t want it to get all melted and icky tasting, cause it got this sticky feeling when it was melted and Landon hated that, so he often found himself getting brain freeze when he order anything cold. He hated that about cold things, but he loved cold things, cause he was often hot and he just liked the cold things better then hot things, he was so nuts about cold stuff that he even ordered it in the winter. People would give him crazy looks and be like ‘what the fuck is wrong with you?’ he didn’t really care. However, he did like hot coco. He didn’t really have the taste for coffee; it usually made him feel sort of sick. He had other means of staying awake. Landon looked around the shop and saw a guy walk into the shop, he felt like he recognized him from somewhere, but he couldn’t quite put his finger on it, so he ignored it and continued to get brain freeze and say the word “fuck” over and over again. He really needed some hot coco or something. He was completely insane and probably looked it.
Landon looked up at the boy who had walked in and ordered something, then walked over to Landon’s table and asked him if he was fine. Landon shrugged and then nodded. He then realized were he’d seen the guy before, “Hey you’re in one of my classes huh?” he asked looking at him with a small smile. He really had to be in one of his classes, he remembered sitting next to him once, the night after he had fucked this dude in the parking lot of a McDonalds. That had been a tough night to get over, Landon normally didn’t take it from the back, he was normally the one giving, but apparently the guy that he had gotten really high with had wanted to give it to Landon and the next morning he woke up on the sidewalk with his asshole aching like crazy. It hadn’t been a good night, and he had decided to stop in on one of his classes anyway, for whatever reason. He had been late and there had only been like one seat left, so he walked into a lane and there was this guy that was standing in front of him right now sitting in a seat with his backpack next to him, he had been kind enough to move it and Landon remembered thanking him and then sitting down… much pain ran through his body at that time.
Landon pushed the chair—that the guy was standing near—out with his foot and pointed to it for the guy to sit, “Want to join me?” he asked hoping he would, he didn’t really like drinking anything alone and this guy was pretty cute, so why the fuck not invite him to drink with him and converse about whatever. Hopefully it would be interesting. Landon didn’t like boring things, in fact he loves to live life to it’s fullest and completely hates the boring parts of life.
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Post by Ryan Cunningham on Apr 13, 2007 16:40:01 GMT 7
Ryan was thankful he wasn't the only one who had remembered that day. Although it had just been two hours out of both of their days Ryan remembered everything that had happened in the class. From the lesson that was being taught to the amount of times Landon blinked. Okay, so he hadn't counted, that would be just a little bit more then freaky, mmkay. But Ryan had memorized the outfit the boy had been wearing. He looked pretty fucked up that day but yet he managed to look as appealing to Ryan as anyone had ever looked in his dark eyes. "Yeah, Creative Writting with Mister Gaiser." Ryan said with a small nod. He chewed on his tongue inside of his mouth, not wanting the nervousness to show up on his face by doing the common sign for nervousness and knawwing on his bottom lip. Ryan hated for people to see his buck teeth so he just kept them inside of his mouth. He felt extremely awkward saying the man's name. Gaiser. And Ryan hadn't noticed it but he had emphasised the GAI part. God, he was so insecure and confused about his sexuality it wasn't even funny. It was quite pathetic actually.
As Landon offered him a seat Ryan licked the pink flesh of his lips and nodded his head. "Yeah, I'd really like to." Oh God, just kill him now. He was so obviously homosexual it was rather pathetic. Still Ryan was attracted to girls but he had forgotten that term that was a mixture of both. He hated labeling himself anyways so it was probably best that he had forgotten the term. "So, Landon..." Ryan was sure he sounded a bt stalkerish since he had memorized his name and he was way thankful that theyguy couldnt read minds or he would know that Ryan had dreampt about this boy before. He would also be aware of how childish this boy was. "What are you drinking?" Ryan asked sounding quite flamboient. He didn't mean to but his voice had always been high-pitched and well the question he had asked sounded even more gay then himself. "It looks kind of weird..." the boy said with a small chuckle really hating the way he had worded that because he was positive that it had just made him look and sound really dumb but oh well, Ryan really thought he was those things and there was no point in faking who he was around Landon because - well Fakes were just stupid and in the end they all were hated.
Pushing his hair out of his face Ryan took the first sip of his double shot expresso and smiled as the warm beverage slide down his throat. It tasted sweet and at the same time sour. He loved the feeling the hot liquid spread throughout his body, creating a completely blissful feeling. Ryan was happy that he was actually semi-smiling today because the past few days that his head had been buried in books, studying he hadn't smiled at all.
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