Post by ANDREW MICHAEL GRACEY on Jun 30, 2010 13:04:01 GMT -5
● ● ● i'm coming out, ● ● ●
{ I WANT THE W O R L D TO KNOW, GOT TO LET IT S H O W }
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• • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • •It was 11 on a Saturday morning. It also just so happened to be that Andrew had the day off from school today, considering it was the weekend. So, of course he had been planning on sleeping in. He hadn’t only gotten home at two a.m. this morning; as he rolled onto his side and stared at the empty spot next to him he let out a low groan of frustration. There was no girl next to him. Most morning’s he would wake up with some random girl in the bed with him from the previous party he had went to the other night. But, it had seemed as if his game was off last night… then again it wasn’t like he had tried that hard he was just drinking away his thoughts. There had even been a few girls that had came up to him he would flirt a little but he never got as far as bringing them home with him. He couldn’t figure out why this was…well. nope. Andrew didn't know why. Well, he did; tectonically he wasn't single anymore, and every time he thought of another girl with him, his one and only beauty flashed in his mind. God, what was this woman doing to him?!
He sighed a bit as he rolled out of bed and glanced around. It was really too early to go drinking and clubbing. Nobody decent would actually be out clubbing at this hour. So, instead he decided he’d just head on over to Fire and Ice. That way he could drink and just get his mind off of this magical and beautiful woman and any other crap that was still on his mind. He walked into his closet and grabbed his outfit of the day and went into the bathroom to take a quick shower and get ready for the day. After about a half an hour he was Fire and Ice.
When he arrived he walked straight up to the counter and ordered a scotch. He paid for it before looking around for a place to sit. It was empty but yet, at the same time not all that empty. He walked over to a chair and took a seat sipping his scotch. It was kind of early to already be drinking but Andrew couldn’t care less. For him drinking was alright twenty-four seven. It was like writing; it took a lot of effort and a lot of patience. There was also a right and wrong way of drinking. Drinking meant that you had to show that you weren't a lightweight, and writing you had to show that you were talented with whatever you were forced to write about. Eventually, Andrew knew that he would write his own book and not be forced to write about whatever his boss told him to. Or maybe he would go into the freelance business. "Scotch." he said, not bothering to look up. He studied his knuckles, which often meant that he was deep in thought. "Like always?" he heard someone say, and Andrew looked up, smirking. "It's been a while, bro!" Andrew said, looking right into the face of Tyler Bordeaux.
••tagged••tyler bordeaux
••words••erm. i dunno. math isn't my strongest subject.
••notes••it's pretty bad ):
••wearing••click me
••music••i am coming out - diana ross!
••credit••rora @ cosmopolitian affairs[/center]
