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Post by james on Jun 30, 2010 2:40:25 GMT -5
 IS IT TRUE THAT YOU'RE ALWAYS THIS BREATHTAKING?
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One, two... three… Out of the slightly fogged window, James narrowed his eyes to watch his brother and father leave the driveway in his father’s silver Volvo. The two were off until midnight, to his displeasure, and would most likely be checking in on him when they got back. He rolled his eyes at the thought, annoyed with the fact that he was unsure what to do. James was supposed to check with one of the two men before going anywhere, but he wasn’t about to ask if he could go the bar with Ean. Instead he came up with the solution of leaving a note for them on his bed simply stating that he was staying the night over at Ean’s house, which wasn’t exactly a lie; it just didn’t include all the details. After the note was written he laid it on his made bed and begun preparing his overnight bag. He threw a toothbrush in there, some clean clothes, pajamas, and his top two electronic devices; his iPod Touch and Blackberry phone. He threw the backpack over his shoulder and exited his room silently, while also hoping that his sister wasn’t home and that it would be simple to get out of the house with no commotion. Even if he had asked to go out he knew that he wouldn’t be allowed to, he was grounded because of the biting situation at school. Guilt wasn’t haunting him as he snuck out the front door though; it didn’t as he stood on the porch and waited for his ride to show up.
He sat himself on the brick porch and kept his focus on the concrete, just letting his thoughts wander as they pleased. He had a lot on his mind and honestly couldn’t wait to be drinking with Ean; it always made him feel so relieved of all his problems. There was guilt in his pleasure, only because he knew Anna wouldn’t be proud to see him doing it, but Ean made it seem like it was okay… so it couldn’t be all that bad, right? While awaiting Ean’s arrival, a silent war was going on. The war took place inside of James’ head and was between two voices, Charlie and Claire. They were the voices he heard when he didn’t take the medication that treated his schizophrenia, as well as his main hallucination. The boy was also troubled with things called Night Terrors, and they were quite chronic. It was the reason he rarely slept over at anyone else’s house, other than Ean’s of course. James was trying to block out their arguing so that it didn’t affect the choices he was about to make, he wanted to be in control tonight, but something told him the eviler voice would trick him later on. The two voices bickering died down gradually, especially when his attention changed to getting up and trotting towards the pickup truck with a faded blue tinge to it that was pulling up. He hopped on into the passenger seat and put his bag on the floor in front of him, closing the door behind him and buckling up. His hair wasn’t brushed—but he never brushed the blonde mop of hair so it wasn’t a change—and he had some skinny jeans on with a plain black shirt and plain white hoodie over it, opened. He leaned back in the seat and smiled over at his friend beside him, “You got our IDs right?”
[/color]He asked, trusting that he did, there was a reason that Ean was the one who held onto the Fake ID of James' anyway. [/justify][/blockquote][/blockquote] tag ean collins<3 word count 606 outfit ill put this in later. when its not 3am. credit justlikefalling @ CAUTION 2.0 notes da da da! lyrics take me with you , SECONDHAND SERENADE
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Post by ean attley collins on Jun 30, 2010 3:40:33 GMT -5
The sweet sultry voice of Metallica’s lead singer blared from his laptop speakers as the dim light emanating from the dull laptop screen accentuated the smirk that found its way onto Ean’s lips. He felt anxious to meet up with James and he knew it for the wrong reasons; all of which, now that he thought about it, could potentially put the other’s boys mind in much more danger and even though he was the sort of guy that took every opportunity to hurt someone in any form once it was in front of him, he felt reluctant to even think about it. He wanted the boy to stay the same little messed up boy that Ean loved and cherished but he’d never want the other boy to feel overwhelmed again by the voices in his head, recalling the last time that happened and how terribly scarred it left James. One rather large reason was the fact that he knew by now that he cared about James more than he’d honestly allowed himself, dangerously too much and that was something that frightened him. He didn’t trust himself with emotions; more so with someone as fragile as James and seeing how close they were now still ‘caused him to have restless sleeps every night both with nightmares and some other rather graphic dreams.
Snapping the laptop closed and letting his brown orbs re-associate with the darkness that he wrapped himself in, he got up and maneuvered his way towards his cabinet, picking out aimlessly for anything that felt like a shirt and a pair of pants. Feeling his way into his favorite shirt, an old beatles band shirt that his father no longer wore, he took off the one he was wearing and changed into that one before crawling half-way across the bed and onto the ragged old bedside table with pen doodles scrawled on the surface from childhood and turned on the lamp; closing his eyes out of annoyance with how bright it was and picked up his keys by the corner before jumping off the bed and walking toward the door and slamming it closed after exiting.
He twirled his keys around his middle finger, quite happy that he had the house all alone to himself this week since his Dad was off to deliver a truck load of shit Ean didn’t bother to ask about and zoned out as soon as he heard the place he’d be disappearing himself to. He liked the peace and solemnity that surrounded his usually horrid home in his father’s absence, how he was able to sleep without worrying much about anything or even thinking about anything.
Looking at the emptiness in the living room and the darkness he’d grown fond of, he sighed and ran a hand through his hair, turning around to the direction of the door and into his truck parked out by the curb. He jumped into the car and started driving towards James house, lengthening the ten minute wait to around fifteen minutes because he took his time. He wanted to block out the dirty thoughts that filled his head with James’ innocent words so he wouldn’t do anything stupid when he was drunk, well anything more stupid than the stunts he usually pulled off. Arriving not a minute too late, he stopped the truck right in front of her home; surprised to see the boy already waiting for him by the porch. Shaking his head a little as that smile resurfaced back into his face, he poked most of his torso out and sat on the window sill of his car door, grinning at him as he sat there.
“You know I always do,”
[/i] he replied reassuringly, folding his body back into the driver’s seat and started the car as soon as James was comfortably seated. He grinned at him as he turned on the radio, changing the station to the ones James was more comfortable with before making their way towards the local bar. ”Don’t you worry your pretty little face, we’ll have some alcohol and a siggy to ease our worries soon enough,”[/i] he added with a smirk, quite excited to help James forget about that bastard Lance for now. [/size] [/blockquote][/blockquote] WORDS! alot. TAGS!JAMES <3 NOTES! Done INSPIRATION! The Killers CREDITS! Template By arro @ Caution!Pic By Gabbu at Catuion 2.0 LYRICS! Mr Brightside by The Killers [/blockquote][/size]j |
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