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 Posted: Mon Sep 21, 2009 7:05 pm
The best thing about tonight's that we're not fighting
Could it be that we have been this way before
I know you don't think that I am trying
I know you're wearing thin down to the core  You're an only child.
And now you're not.
{X} is a jock at school. A bully. An a*****e. A hottie. A sexy beast. A player. He keeps his popularity up, stays quarterback of the football team, and makes sure to beat up every dork in school. Everyone knows him.
But you know, there's something very insignificant in his life. A small detail.
He has a brother.
{X}'s life is a bit like this. Age five, he went to school and met a beautiful, big-eyed boy named Loren. Small, feminine little boy. They became quick friends.
First grade. Loren's still there. You excel in sports.
Second grade. Loren's still there. You develop a crush on him.
Third grade. Loren's still there. Rumors start to spread. Coodies fade away.
Fourth grade. You go out with your first girl. You and Loren separate.
Fifth grade. Cliques form. You hate Loren due to his social status.
Sixth grade. You're the hottest guy in school. You start treating Loren like s**t.
Seventh grade. Loren is your prime target. But you still like him. Dammit.
Eighth grade. Lose your virginity. Loren still has no friends. And is...hot.
Ninth grade. Loren is the loser of the school. You're automatically hottest guy. Loren loses his parents in a fire.
Oh. And your parents also adopt him.
Double ********, thanks to your all-too religious and innocent parents, Loren now occupies the room right across from yours. The loser of the school and the crush of your life is sitting right across the hall. What went wrong? But what you find yourself wondering more is if this is a good thing or a bad thing. And so far, it really doesn't seem that good...
Well, what are you going to do? Pretend that you really hate him or finally come out? But hold your breath
Because tonight will be the night that I will fall for you
Over again -- Don't make me change my mind
Or I wont live to see another day, I swear it's true
Because a girl like you is impossible to find
You're impossible to find
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Posted: Mon Sep 21, 2009 7:06 pm
This is not what I intended
I always swore to you I'd never fall apart
You always thought that I was stronger
I may of failed
But I have loved you from the start
Oh....  Color in My Lines+ Literate people only
+ If I haven't RPed with you before, I'd like a sample.
+ {X} is a jock. He's rude. He's an a*****e. Be an a*****e. <3
+ Spell check is a writer's best friend. So use it.
+ I'm ruler of the RP. Kay?
+ Name your PM Nailpolish.
+ I understand posts can be delayed -- school sucks. D:
+ In case you wanted to know, {X}'s parents are Roman Catholic. Feel free to add things in your profile about how he feels towards his parents...and how he lost his virginity when he was in eighth grade when Christianity in general believes no sex before marriage. And no to gay people. Yeah.
+ Have fun with your character. Make him bad a** for all I care.
+ I prefer to have a seme {X}.
[b]I'm Called:[/b] [Name]
[b]I've been alive for:[/b] [Age]
[b]My Birthday Is:[/b] [Month/Day]
[b]I Love:[/b]
[b]I Hate:[/b]
[b]I'm Professional At:[/b]
[b]I Epically Fail At:[/b]
[b]At Heart I'm:[/b] [U/S/S and Gay, Bi, Straight]
[b]My Favorite Color Is:[/b] [Posting Color]
[b]My Past Goes Like This:[/b] [Bio]
[b]Like the picture?:[/b] [Appearance]
[b]My Signature:[/b] [Username]
But hold your breath
Because tonight will be the night that I will fall for you
Over again -- Don't make me change my mind
Or I wont live to see another day, I swear it's true
Because a girl like you is impossible to find
It's impossible...
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Posted: Mon Sep 21, 2009 7:07 pm
So breathe in so deep -- Breathe me in
I'm yours to keep
And hold onto your words
'Cause talk is cheap
And remember me tonight
When you're asleep... Pretty 'Lil MeI'm Called: Loren Jolivet
I've been alive for: 15 Years
My Birthday Is: January 23rd
I Love: Drawing, the library, art class, karate and hot showers as well as going to his church.
I Hate: Strong perfumes and cologne, waking up early, school,
I'm Professional At: Cooking, playing the guitar and keyboard...and drawing, I presume.
I Epically Fail At: Being social in school, showing my emotions...a bit...and I can't hold my liquor. At all.
At Heart I'm: Uke, Bisexual
My Favorite Color Is: Midnight blue My Past Goes Like This: Born and raised in his quiet, happy home, Loren was a typical kid -- went to church every Sunday, went on vacations with his parents, and had his fun. He picked up Karate when he was four and loved it. He advanced quickly and easily in Karate, progressing multiple belts in one year as his life passed. And he met a friend. And that friend was dear to him. However, when he was nine that friend faded. He had then completed the color belts and was moving onto black belt.
They had somehow miraculously gone to the same high school, and Loren knew it wouldn't be the same anymore. he was mistreated by the person he would call his best friend so long ago. But he continued to live...and when he was fourteen, his parents died. Not too long ago. He now walks to his dojo, still taking his Karate lessons for free from his teacher who had pity on him. But now he has his best friend living across the hall...Loren swears he can't live for long in this house.
Like the picture?: {xXx}
My Signature: The Seme
I'm Called: Zackaria Carter
I've been alive for: 16
My Birthday Is: September 19th [3:30 Am]
I Love: Cooking but I wont ever admit it, my morning workouts, loud crowds, going out almost every night, drinking down enough to almost forget my troubles, thinking about college, hanging out with my friends at school, and how to avoid thinking about Loren.
I Hate: My parent's simple minded ways; really get over the fact that the bible was written over two-thousand some odd years ago and stop fallowing it. Having the person I care most about living across the hall from me. Listening to Loren's music for more than a few hours but I hate it more when I don't know where he is. Having my parents leaving the house up for me and Loren to take care of it every night while they rebond their loving ways; damn catholic hippies.
I'm Professional At: Telling what is in food [recently gotten better at it with Loren's cooking skills], playing several sports, English, and having a strict work out schedual.
I Epically Fail At: Showing my true feelings, being near Loren, and controlling my temper.
At Heart I'm: "Straight" [Actually gay] Seme [In several situations but waits for the other to show it is allowed to make a move.]
My Favorite Color Is: CrimsonMy Past Goes Like This: Okay so here is the skinny on my oh so loving life. I had a stirring feeling that looms over my heart; however with how I have been raised if I act on that form I'll be doomed to hell for all enernity and please note it isn't just having sex. It is having hot, passionate, steamy, lustful, loving, and twisting sex with the same sex. My feelings for him started and I wanted them to end. For the majority of the time they did but then high school came. I have an obligation to pound every single brain in the school and if I skip him, everyone will notice something is up. I hate doing it, but I have no way of telling him. Okay. That isn't fully true. I have every way of telling him but each time I'm around him I just want to strangle him. Apparently it could be sexual frustrations that are pent up inside of me, but I doubt it. I've had sex before. She was beautiful, don't get me wrong but... no matter what we did I never felt my climax. Oh and thank you for my grade school acting skills that were required in like the fourth grade play; otherwise I'd be killed by her. Anyway, off topic. Listen well and stop distracting me you little brat. His parents died. Yeah I know sad right... I thought he would leave off to some place so that I'd never have to be near him but NO! My damn idiot of parents adopted him. "It was our duty to his parents. Remember Z, you two used to sleep and take bath's together." I hate it when my mother reminds me of his youthful body. He isn't a child anymore and neither am I. So now he sleeps right across from my own bedroom. I hear him and I feel calm but even in the house when we are alone, I ruin things. I try to be at least nice to him but all I do is end up yelling at him and almost break something more than half the time. Once again, according to a site I was reading on, it could be built up feelings that I need to explain to him or I just have issues to not be nervous around him. If the internet is right, I hate it and if they are not, what is wrong with me?
Like the picture?: 
My Signature: Morbid Kitsune Because tonight will be the night that I will fall for you
Over again -- Don't make me change my mind
Or I wont live to see another day, I swear it's true
Because a girl like you is impossible to find
Tonight will be the night that I will fall for you
Over again -- Don't make me change my mind
Or I wont live to see another day, I swear it's true
Because a girl like you is impossible to find
You're impossible to find...
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Posted: Tue Sep 22, 2009 5:31 pm
 x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x L ѳ я э и Saturday morning.
Stepping out of the steamy bathroom, Loren had on his black cotton pajama pants loosely around his waist, his boxers just barely peeking out and his upper torso topless. A fluffy, white towel was around his thin neck, black hair dripping water onto it and sticking to his neck and scalp. Goose flesh almost immediately appeared, and the first thing he wanted was a shirt.
Padding softly down the wood-floored halls of his new home, he walked over to his room, ruffling through his hair and drying it before slipping on a plain navy-blue shirt. His footsteps were soft, walking downstairs and soon into the kitchen. He had homework to do...and a male named Zackaria to avoid.
He had moved in a couple weeks ago or so ago, right near school starting. It was September 19th today..It would be his birthday today....Loren ignored those thoughts and opened the bottle, drinking a good fourth of it down.
Looking out the window, he saw the leaves changing color from their bright greens to beautiful reds and yellows, standing there for a moment before walking out of the kitchen and back up to his room....which was right across from Zackaria's room
Zackaria...
Looking at the other's door rather painfully, he walked into his own and started to work on his homework, door ajar a goof three-to-four inches or so, unable to get his 'brother' out of his mind...as usual. Why couldn't they be the same like before? Small doodles began to form on the edges of his paper. A hand holding a long drag with smoke clouds that seemed similar to Asian design pouring out. The smooth paper began textured with pen indents and soon had blue ink floating around here and there. Loren then altogether abandoned his work and started to re-write it on a new piece of paper.
A small click of metal against metal was heard, a bracelet on his left wrist moving this way and that as his hand shifted around. It was a rather large chain piece of jewelry with a charm on it that had a half of a heart. The work 'Best' was on it....and Z had the other side that said 'Friends.'
The two had bought it when they were younger. Saving up enough money for the silly trinket, it still didn't rust or even break and was still on his soft skin, moving this way and that and cool against his pores. Looking at it always reminded him of Zackaria...he didn't know why he hadn't taken it off.
Sighing, he leaned back into his chair, unable to think straight....perhaps a nap would do him good.
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Posted: Tue Sep 22, 2009 8:59 pm
[First, Character's name is Zackaria not Noah. Second September 19th is the character's birthday not nine days and then the birthday it was his birthday. So yeah. Just letting you know.]
As soon as the alarm run for three in the morning Zackaria was awake and stretching to do his morning needs. He stretched for a good hour and then was out of the house in just a few seconds. Normally Z was up before anyone else was in the house and had nothing to worry about. His parents were either hard sleepers or never cared for what he had been doing for years on end for his excerises. Finally around Loren's morning shower time, none other than Zack was walking through the side of the house finishing his morning sweaty workout.
As he stopped he did notice the changing of the weather. The crispy golden leavers just reminded him of nothing more than a suttle hint of victory. Usually that victory was a good thing but with him.... in the house nothing was going to give him a sign of happiness. Z walked up the steps and made his way into the back door. He pulled off his shirt, tossed it into the laundry room, and headed up to the stairs. When he was up there he walked past the slightly open door and almost stopped as he noticed the other male's back towards the hallway. Anyone who looked in could see the male but not the other way around; well at least until Loren turned lightly to see who it was.
Z walked by quickly after seeing just the upper body exposed. He hadn't done anything with his body since the dorky loser had moved into the room adjacent from his own. He went into the bathroom but noticed the steam falling against the mirrors and window. He opened it and walked back to where the other one was. With a small kick of the door Z glared at the younger male. "...Idiot. Open the bathroom window after you are done using it. The window's and mirrors are fogged up enough that mold will start growing." Z snapped sharply towards the younger male as Z just strutted into the room not caring as he knew that Loren would do nothing to stop him. Loren never seemed to do anything to defend himself, at least not enough to stop being picked on.
"Or do you like pissing me off." Z hissed lightly going up and grabbing Loren on the neck lightier than usual. "Oh, wait... maybe you just love the attention I give you." Z was now just being sarcastic as he let go. His body was glittered with sweat from the overly done body workout that he did every morning and almost every night to stay in shape and try to get strong. His body was toned and no matter what Z did his body never gained the full bulk it needed to look like a threat.
Tauntingly Z moved closer towards Loren's face. The dark hair had a slight curl from the moisture in the air and with the water trapped within the dark locks. Z let go and moved away. "Just open the window next time or I'll toss you into the toilet. Got that." Z warned lightly and playfully as he moved out of Loren's sight as soon as he could not wanting to be questioned or even bothered with his strange behavior. Z had never actually done any of his threats at the house, but at school he wouldn't even warn ot give a slight notice towards Loren. At least he wouldn't verbably hint that he was thinking or noticing the other in any way shape or form... well other than beating Loren to a pulp on some days.
Quickly Z moved off and to the bathroom to shower up. Z however had a habbit of leaving the bathroom door unlocked and it was hard to tell more than half the time that someone was actually using the shower. Z was using the shower and usually stayed in extra time just so that he could relax within the heat as he normally over worked his muslces enough to pass out or be in pain for hours on end. Which was why he was so friendly with his labtop after working out on his torso so often.
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Posted: Fri Sep 25, 2009 8:32 pm
x x x x x x xx x x x x x xx x x x x x xL ѳ я э иSighing, he watched Zackaria go in as he returned back downstairs He had to make Noah lunch and pretty much every other meal when their parents weren't around, which was quite often. Since it was the other's birthday...maybe he could make something Noah liked especially.
Noah...liked...
[-Insert Seme making up a random food here-]
Chicken?
Maybe....Like grilled and with a salad or something for dinner. Lunch could be hamburgers. Sighing, he looked down at the clock. He had also made a gift for the other, but he knew that the chances were slim that the other would actually accept it...perhaps he could slip it in when the other was in the bath.
Loren knew better than to go into the other's room when he was around. He had a very good way of getting around the obstacles -- pretending to pick up his own gift outside that had an Anonymous card on it and pretending it was someone else's so that the other could get his gift. He just wanted to see the other smile...was that too much to ask?
Sighing softly, he began on lunch first after waiting a bit longer so that the food would be ready as soon as the other came out.. He had made the patties and cut the onions, lettuce and tomato already, adding slices of pickles and warming the bread as well. Loren was good at cooking -- he had learned from when he was young because of his busy, but loving parents. A wonderful smell wafted around the house, the bread a nice golden and still soft but warm, and the patties a perfect color. Making the food itself now, he piled piece after piece, melted cheese also somewhere inside, and put the ketchup bottle out on the table in the middle of two plates.
His own burger was fairly smaller than the other's -- Loren didn't eat much. He poured out some chips -- that were, of course, thanks to dear mother, baked chips -- onto the plates where there was extra room, and soon heard the other coming downstairs. Sitting down, he sighed softly.
He still didn't know what he should do about the other's gift.
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Posted: Sat Sep 26, 2009 9:59 pm
The worst thing in the world to do to a person you care about was yelling at them, and Z had the worst way of always letting his annoyance go at the other male. It didn't matter if Loren was being nice to Zack or almost seeming to glare at him; no matter what Z seemed to ruin any chance of rejoining their friendship in any form.
Through out his shower Z tried to relax and calm himself and when he did he noticed how things were still so quiet inside the house. Either his mother was out trying to find a good cause of the greater Catholic good in people or trying to talk to his father. Heh, good luck with that one. Z finished cleaning up and let the hot air ooze out of the bathroom so that there wouldn't be a large amount of condensation within the bathroom after he left.
Z walked out of the bathroom with only a towel around his waist and nothing more. Water was being collected by another dry towel that he held within his hands. He didn't really do much on weekends with his hair or even his looks unless someone was hinting of coming over. His image had to be up held otherwise he would hear no end to his mothers speach about how he should up hold their faith stronger and be a proud Catholic. Ha! All she wanted to do was boast about how her son was doing much butter than anyone and everyone else's child was doing. She was a witch in that aspect.
As Zackaria walked down the halls he smelt something in the air. Was it all ready time to eat? He moved down the steps to where the kitchen was and looked around to see Loren once again up to something. Z wasn't noticed at first and he was glad for it as he just watch Loren for a few moments. At times Zack didn't know if Loren was a man or a woman or even both. The male aspect was hard to grasp at and all he could see in Loren was the soft, delicate, and adoring features that every single woman at their high school craved for. Suddenly, Zack noticed he was blushing and turned around knowing that if Loren spotted him things were going to get seriously strange.
Quickly Z went up the steps, through the hall, and into his room leaving the door open and dressing. He usually left the door open to the bedroom for when he knew that no one was up on the floor or would be heading up any time soon. Z in a way kept track of when Loren did things or felt things. Just because he beat the crap out of Loren half the time didn't mean at all that Z didn't have feelings about what he did. It is... it is just... Loren seemed out of reach. He could pick anyone in the world and the person that he wanted to be with the most he couldn't have at all.
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Posted: Sun Sep 27, 2009 6:38 pm
x x x x x x xx x x x x x xx x x x x x xL ѳ я э иWaiting fa few moments, he soon stood at the bottom of the stairs and went up, each step slow and soundless. Eventually he had ghosted up all of the steps and soon knocked on Zack's door softly, peering in.
"Zackaria." He said softly, calling the other by his full name, which almost nobody did anymore. Even his parents. "Please come down for lunch." Blue eyes didn't look down past the other's face -- as if he wasn't even vaguely interested on what the other looked like. Turning away, he went back down.
The other had changed more than he had expected.
Loren didn't look surprised at all when he came into the other's room, seeing him with barely anything but boxers on. They were both guys. Nothing to be ashamed of, right? But looking at the other made him blush, and he had to hold it in as much as possible. Going downstairs, he drank a cold glass of tap water, trying to get himself back from dream land. But the other...
Strong muscles on Zack weren't like his own that were lean -- the other was strong and was obviously quite proud of it. Large arms that weren't too large but definitely not small, the type you'd see a pretty blond girl wrapped up with. Toned abdominals and chest with large legs and it all covered in a beautiful tan color. Well, and some other...Rated-R thoughts that weren't so appropriate for children.
Getting another glass, he ran a hand through his hair before sitting down and praying before his meal. He wasn't an insane church-goer and social activist, but he was someone who was rather proud of who he was...even if he got beat up for it. When the other came in the room -- which he didn't notice -- Loren was still praying.
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Posted: Sun Sep 27, 2009 7:17 pm
As Loren walked into Z's room and finally moved out out sight. Z's knees shook as he moved down onto the floor. It wasn't much but at the end of it all Z could only think of worse things that could fully make his religious mother die if he ever admited to wanting to even gaze or look at another man nude. He felt his body react in a new way as he shivered and moved down on to his knees trying to calm down hos body as his heart sped up faster to a non-stop rythm.
As soon as his body calmed down a few trinckles of water fell down his face as he stood up and finished getting dressed trying to keep his mind off all the things he was willing to atempt with the other male that lived in this house with him. When he was calm he came down the steps to the kitchen to were the food was waiting for him. It smelt really well together with everything that was mixed and finally Z realized what it was. His favorite dish, something that hadn't been made for him in years. He blinked a few times and then looked over to where Loren was.
There was a small smirk against his lips as his eyes gave a twisted smile. Z pinned the other against the nearest wall and looked into the smaller male's eyes with a new form of look something that was only given in privet which showed that what ever came was more to haunt the male not hurt him. "Ah, you are such a cute little girl." He cued lightly as one of Z's hands moved under Loren's shirt tauntingly to the skin. "You know with your cute looks I am not surprised that you haven't even tried to a man before or are you to worried that he might realize that you are the same as he."
Z was being spiteful but then again he really didn't want Loren to have the guts to go out with anyone; let it be male or female. Unknowingly to Z he leaned in closer as his fingers slid up Loren's side taunting the skin in a way that showed that he wasn't at all going to play nice with the other until something was going to stop him and that would be of Loren's own actions as no one else seemed to be in the house at the moment. "To bad you are not a woman you'd make a wonderful wife." He went on trying to discourage Loren to even dare try to go after anyone. "You know how to cook, clean, and the only thing you are missing is reproduction but... that is made up for since you'll always have a tight spot."
With a wink Z licked his own lips trying to scare the other to stop him otherwise it would go on.
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Posted: Thu Oct 01, 2009 7:12 pm
x x x x x x xx x x x x x xx x x x x x xL ѳ я э иLoren was surprised when he felt the other pinned him down, telling him words that he didn't necessarily want to hear....well, that's what the other thought.
His look turned from surprise to a sincere, kind one, blue eyes looking rather distant. "I have someone I....admire. Love." He looked at his brother, now strong but still gentle. "He's kind, soft....beautiful. But he hates me to the bitter end. I don't think that I'm going to fall for anyone else besides him. You shouldn't worry, if you are right now. I only have eyes for him."
Strong. Bold. Calm. That's who Loren was now. Back then, Loren used to protect Z. Now he was the one being attacked, and he was still fearless as ever. eyes flashed of courage and strength as he felt the other's grip weaken but didn't move, unlike most would. Others would see this as a chance to escape at least temporarily. Loren saw this as a chance th just talk. Because that was all he wanted.
Why couldn't things be like they used to be?
Loren honestly hated that question. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't get it out of his head. It just stuck. Why couldn't they be happy? Why did school have to get in the way? Why did it have to hurt so much to have his former best friend hurt him, even though the wall he put up should have been good enough for him? Why did the other have to be so damn special inside of his heart that his smiles, actions, thoughts and even feelings were burned inside of his heart for all of eternity?
It just wasn't fair.
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Posted: Sun Oct 04, 2009 2:00 pm
It happened. Zack's entire body felt shock run though its entire being. Nothing was able to stop the feeling of losing something that he wanted. At first Zack's appearance was unfaze but then when Loren spoke of the person he like being male. A confused and perplexed look and emotion fluttered through his mind. Zack's thoughts went through ever male in school, crossing off those he knew were straight to the ones that he knew that would never be with another male even if they were gay. So far he didn't like the odds of how many people could be his competetion. Especially when this now gave Zack the need for attacking anyone who could be a threat towards him. For those who knew who Loren was, they were going to have a very rude awakening on Monday.
Finally anger filled Z's mind and breath. "Shut up!" His voice roared with bitter recoil. "You wont ever have anyone and I'll personally make sure of that." Z boasted boldly as his eyes looked into Loren's. No matter what Z did it didn't seem like either of them would understand why eachother did things to annoy one another. "You think it is wise to openly say things like that. Thing about it." Z snapped making sure to have at least a little fear going in Loren's mind. "You say that to my mother and you'll see yourself out on the streets before you can even say the idiot's name." Z let go and pushed Loren away with a small mixed up look.
"You're more of an idiot then the person you like." Z stated with a cold tone turning to leave. The food that was prepared for him didn't even seem appealing now. He was told that Loren was interested in a man, of course that was the good part, but Loren and him were never going to be that way. Z bowed down to what he was told to be or do. He fit himself in place to make sure he was admired, loved, and even more hated by everyone who saw him. His mother made sure to that.
With a small grunt Z walked off to his room, leaving the door only slightly open as he took a seat infront of his desk. Quickly logging in and staying on his chat sites just to calm down and escape from the real world. For on the net he was on supported gay sites and other places just so that he didn't have to be so bitter towards people but it only helped when someone knew that he was gay to calm him down or at least keep him in a small grasp. His personality, age, and life were changed so no one in the city knew who he was or if the person he was on the web was real or not.
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Posted: Fri Oct 09, 2009 7:08 pm
Sighing, Loren covered the food and put it in the fridge, in case the other wanted to eat it later and heat it up himself. Soon returning upstairs, he slumped on his bed for a few minutes before going on the computer.
And lo and behold, it was the same site Z was on.
Loren's status on the page changed to 'Why doesn't my brother see I love him?' and he soon made a new tab, going on a game page to clear his troubles of love and complications of life away...brainless gaming was always fun. The messenger chat of the site rang, and Loren quickly typed back a response to one of his friends before going back to mindlessly clicking.
Which was more fun than it sounded by a long shot.
Attempting at his homework once more, he tried to put Zackaria at the depths of his mind where he would keep him out for at least a minute for some peace -- it didn't end up working, which sucked.
This was really annoying. He loved Zack. So why wasn't it just working out?
Doodling again on the backs of used paper, he smiled as he let his hand draw whatever it wanted onto the once clean sheet. He loved the feeling of the smooth pen run under his hand and drift as he made intricate swirls and flowers and water and eyes and....so forth. His imagination was endless right now, and he needed to rant somehow. Guess it ended up on the paper in front of him, which wasn't all that surprising.
The messenger rang again. Guess like people liked talking to him today.
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Posted: Sat Oct 10, 2009 10:51 am
As both Z and loren were on the same site nothing seemed impossible. Z's user ran across Loren's page but only read over it and finally wrote on it after a few posts were added on so it didn't seem like he was page scanning.
So Z replied and when he did his username showed he was typing on the page. The first post was simple and easy to comprehend. "If you two are in a fight don't worry blood family can never stop loving you. It is some unguided rule."
However when Loren reposted about the brother not being blood Z blinked and then tried to think about it. His next post took a while but the majority of his writing was very passionate but also somehow very distant as if both of the males were in the same room.
The post came up at first with a few questions, such as: "Does he know you're gay? If so, he might be a little surprised. My family doesn't know I am and I know if I ever tell them I'll be kicked out for sure with out second chances." But then a second question was added on right after that one was sent. "Since he isn't your blood brother... do you think he loves you?"
Z didn't know that they were both on the same chat site, but in away this one site was for him to relax. A place that with his half made-up world he created could seem real but also at the same time keep who he had to pretend to be in person. There was a few moments of silence in Z's room as he got up and walked around his room for a little while but then turned on his music.
His bedroom door was still opened so Loren could basically walk over if he ever got the chance but then again that was usually when Z was away from his bedroom. Z sat down and wrote, "BRB, I have to use the bathroom." Z got up and actually walked out of his room to use the down stairs bathroom mainly because he also wanted to stang a few sips of anything he could get ahold of down stairs. His head was hurting with thoughts of who the person he loved actually loved in return.
With a few gruffles he stepped off the last step and headed to the bathroom.
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Posted: Fri Oct 16, 2009 9:03 pm
"I think he does. I had told him in an indirect way that I like him by saying that I liked someone...he was practically like a father to a daughter trying to go out with a punk." He sighed, hands drooping down on the keys.
When the male talking to him wrote BRB and Z stood up from his room, and went downstairs, he felt....strange. It was a weird coincidence. Right? Hopefully. But...maybe...
He went to the bathroom...maybe he could find out...
Standing up, he tip-toed across to the other's room, opening the door and the first thing hitting him being the smell of the other's cologne. It was crisp, clear and clean -- and hot. Hell, it smelled practically addicting. Ignoring it after a minute or two admiring the scent, he looked over at the computer that was still running.
And he couldn't believe his eyes.
he first looked at the little top part where the banner was -- it was the same. He was on that website. Blue eyes looking down further, he saw his messages and...Zack, messaging him back...He was joking. Zack supported homosexuals? Zack...he...he was gay?! This was all almost too much to handle -- no. it was too much to handle. Zack, the love of his life, read his confession, is gay, and supports homosexuals most likely secretly.
This. Was. Crazy.
He had to get out of his room. Zack would kill him if he found him lurking around his room like a creeper, reading his messages...wait...would he? Well, he guessed he would find out, because he heard footsteps coming up the stairs.
Thinkfastthinkfastthinkfast---
Hiding in Z's closet, it smelled of his scent even more and practically got high off of the addicting smell. His heart was pounding in his chest violently, and he swore it would break out any second.
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Posted: Fri Oct 16, 2009 10:14 pm
Z came back to his room and when he did the small glass showed what he was drinking wasn't the usual watery liquid within it. It of course was Zackaria's not so secrete hidden escape from the people he lived with. With a few movements around the room he moved back to his seat and wrote that he was back.
However he had gotten no reply and turned within his seat slowly and easily trying to match the pattern of the music that he left flowing. However he stopped as he felt something was off. Z stood up and looked around the room. His eyes came across nothing that was out of its usual place but something was still wrong to him. Z moved over to the door and peaked out trying to see into the other male's room from his own door way.
"Now where the hell did he go." Z muttered in a bitter voice. Z shut the door and locked it. Unkown to Z he was found out. He moved to his seat once againd and wrote. This time he still had nothing for a reply. With a small glare at the compture screen. With a small movement of his hand, he logged off. As soon as the screen was off, Zackaria then heard a suttle movement.
With a small worried look Z shot up from his seat and looked around. No one was in his room for what he saw. His fingers tightened and turned into a balled up fist. "Get out of my damn closet." Z warned within his calmest of voices for his ange rwas boiling deeper than anything. When Loren stepped out of the closet Z didn't seem to budge. Z acted as if Loren still knew nothing.
"So being a peeping tom is what you are doing. Some lovely birthday gift." Z teased lightly not caring about the gift actually. With the few steps Z needed to take he stood in front of Loren. Z's left hand moved up into Loren's dark hair. With the amount of anger that Z had all ready surprised through out the day and with the amount of liquior that he had most likly consumed from the five or so minutes from being down stairs his actions were kinder but were just as abusive.
The dark brown eyes moved to look back at the blue suttle eyes before him. With a small grit of his teeth he spoke tauntingly, "If you wanted to play all you had to do was tell me." The fingers that moved lovingly through Loren's hair moved down in a soft, slow, movement. Z's fingers moved and grasped on to Loren's gaw pressing the older male against the wall and within an instant Z's skin was almost in reach to be touched, tasted.
The smell of the warmth was enough to just drive either of the men insane. With a quick part of his lips. Z had taken over Loren's mouth. Nothing could push the male away for the moment. It showed that the amount that Zackaria had consumed this morning was more than his usual amount; for even in Z's drunkest of forms he had never kissed Loren unless it was to taunt the older male for looking like a woman but now Z was giving more than his usual anger.
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