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Post by reese mckinney on Mar 29, 2009 1:57:10 GMT -5
I’VE GOT MY
HANDS IN MY POCKETS [/color]  && my head in the clouds[/font] -----------------[/center] [/blockquote][/blockquote] [/size][/ul] STATUS-complete
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NOTES-sorry it sucks. i’m not all that great at starters. so i’ll get better, i swear. DX |
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Post by Cambridge de Wynter on Mar 29, 2009 4:21:07 GMT -5
Baby Baby
Who Can I Turn To?
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Cambridge looked down at his outfit wondering why people were staring. What was wrong with it? Really? Nice black slacks. Like something you would wear with a suit. They were decent, not overly formfitting, but nice. His shirt was a white button-up tucked into the pants. It wasn't wet or sweaty. It wasn't stained or worn. The vest was black. Just plain black. His tie was black too. It was tied properly, though he had loosened it some so it didn't bother his throat. So what was so odd about him that people had to stare? Especially the girls?! Why couldn't they find another guy to stare at. A straight guy. Even a bi guy. He was gay. Very, very gay. The thought of touching a woman intimately made him a little sick to the stomach. Cambridge grabbed his sunglasses out of his pocket and nearly smashed them onto his face in a desperation to hide. Why couldn't it be a hot guy staring at him for once? Why couldn't he be so fortunate? No, instead it was girls. Lots of girls. Was he not good enough for another guy? What was he lacking? It was driving him crazy. He needed to find some way to change that. He just didn't know how? What he really needed was a lover. That would probably stop those stares and make him happy. A win/win in his mind. Now to find the guy he wanted. Cambridge bit his lip as he walked over to Hungry Hungry Hippo's. There were quite a few guys with potential. Most all of them, he knew for a fact, were straight. Even a bi guy would do though he would be jealous for the man's affections. He would be jealous for htem no matter if they were bi or gay. His lover was going to be his lover. He didn't think he could handle the insecurity otherwise. And despite people telling him that apparently he was handsome, he didn't see it. He didn't understand it and so it made him the childlike and insecure person that he was. He ordered a burger and fries. They were a bit expensive, but he could afford it. Or rather, his dad could. His step-mother still managed to get him an allowance sent to him and so he used it for whatever he wanted. In this case, it was overpriced food. Cambridge began walking to find a place to sit to eat. He preferred not to eat standing up. He could do it, he just really didn't want to. It was too much effort. He needed to save his energy for the stage as people told him. Not that it mattered much to him. The adrenaline always go him through shows. that and the thrill of the people screaming around him. What more did he ever need? Maybe a cute blonde guy who was checking out peope. Checking out guys? He hoped so.[/blockquote] Tag» Reese Words» 509 Satus» complete Notes» It's just fine! Hope mine is workable![/sup] |
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Post by reese mckinney on Mar 29, 2009 4:48:35 GMT -5
I’VE GOT MY
HANDS IN MY POCKETS [/color] && my head in the clouds[/font] -----------------[/center] [/b]Reese smiled walking up to him. True oi wasn’t a very normal greeting in America, But from a mixture of the strange wording and the Yorkshire accent it was pretty obvious he wasn’t from America but from England. “I’m Reese.” He expected a name to be given in return from the good lookin' guy, that way he wouldn’t have to call the other ‘that cute guy’ or something as equally inconvenient. Reese only paused for a brief second before reaching out and snatching a single one of the taller boys french fries. “I’m stealing one of your fries...” He stated as he bit off half of the greasy goodness. Yeah, yeah impolite, right? Oh well Reese was weird. He didn’t do what was expected ninety-nine percent of the time. [/blockquote][/blockquote] [/size][/ul] STATUS-complete
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Post by Cambridge de Wynter on Mar 29, 2009 20:32:32 GMT -5
Baby Baby
Who Can I Turn To?
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He was walking over. Oh god! Had he seen him staring? Was he annoyed? Was he coming to talk? Was he coming to flirt? If he was lucky, the guy would be coming to flirt. If he was unlucky, the guy would have taken something wrong. That would be the last thing that Cam wanted. Cam bit his lip and watched him. It was probably rude, but not really obvious. After all, he was wearing sunglasses and those always helped hide what you were doing. That’s why people wore them really. They said it was to hide their eyes from the sun, but that was a load of bull. You hid yourself when you wore sunglasses. Just a fact. Oi…I’m Reese.An accent. He liked it. A definite plus. And form the sound of it, the guy didn’t mind him. He wasn’t annoyed or mad. That gave him an advantage. At worst now the guy was there to make a friend. At best…
I’m stealing one of your fries.Cambridge shook his head. He had such a nice voice. A unique accent that he enjoyed. He was going to have to find a way to listen to it more often. He didn’t know how he was going to manage that feat, but he could do it. He was a fairly intelligent guy after all. He could do it couldn’t he? “I don’t mind,” he assured Reese. “I used my dad’s money to buy it anyway so have as many as you want.” It probably sounded a bit childish, him admitting that, but oh well. He didn’t particularly like his dad, but he got money form the man and he had no problem using it. “I’m Cambridge, but you can call me Cam. Most everyone does.”[/blockquote] Tag» Reese Words» 295 Satus» complete Notes» Whoo! I posted! Though my word count fails[/sup] |
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Post by reese mckinney on Mar 30, 2009 11:08:35 GMT -5
I’VE GOT MY
HANDS IN MY POCKETS [/color] && my head in the clouds[/font] -----------------[/center] [/b]He started, badly needing a conversation. “Uh, so whatcha’ do around here when you get bored.” He asked Cam tipping his head slightly to the side to flip the hair away from his eyes. He normally went around talking to cute guys when he was bored, but it always ended badly when a girl came up and latched onto the dudes arm. God damnit why’d all the good once have to be straight?! “Some chick isn’t gonna come along and drag you way from our very entertaining conversation, is there?” That was basically Reese’s way of asking if Cam here had a girlfriend. Yeah, know two birds with one stone, yadda yadda yadda. As Reese waited for an answer he eat the rest of the second frie he stole, stolen food always tasted better then food you were allowed to have, naw not really, but he had stolen it from a rather cute guy, so that was a plus. [/blockquote][/blockquote] [/size][/ul] STATUS-complete
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