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Post by JOSHUA RYAN COOPER on Jul 24, 2009 16:12:22 GMT -5
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“Joshua Cooper, get up.”
“But mummy.”
“Now.”
“I don’t . . . feel well.”
"What's the reason you don't want to go to school?"
"Kids are . . . mean!"
"Want to be grounded?"
"I'm getting up mummy. But if you would, please leave my room."
"Why?"
"I only have on . . . "
"I'm gone. When your ready, breakfast will be on the table."
Joshua Cooper slowly rolled himself to the side of his bed. That was basically how every morning went with his mother, and quite frankly it was time he actually used his alarm clock. He sat himself up, resting his head on his hands. He went partying last night (last night was a Sunday, who didn’t?) and woke up with probably the worst hangover this young boy had ever experienced and really didn’t feel like going to school. But going to school didn’t actually mean you had to stay at school right? He dragged himself out of bed, and across the hallway to his bathroom. He shut the door, as he turned the shower on so it would be warm by the time he decided to actually get in. Who likes cold showers? Joshua started to unclothe himself before he realized that the girl he fucked last night left a hickey on his neck. “Stupid whore, “ he mumbled to himself as he pulled down his pants and set them on the toilet seat. Next were his boxers, and before he knew it Joshua had accomplished the art of undressing.''
He hoped in, shutting the shower curtain before enjoying the warm water on his back. Joshua was one to take one hour showers, but that wouldn’t be today. He guessed by his mothers tone of voice that he was already running late, and didn’t want to upset her any more than he had already. Joshua was a momma’s boy, and was proud to admit to the fact. He didn’t have a choice after all, when his father up and left him. Of course you wouldn’t know that unless you were really close to Joshua. When people asked where his father was, he normally told them he was in jail for mass murders. It was better than telling them that he scat. Well maybe not, but likewise. He grabbed the cherry scented shampoo from the bottle and applied some to his blond locks. Yes, Joshua was blond. Surprise, no? He had bleached his hair yesterday before the party. He hadn’t really shown people at school, and was both eager and nervous to see their reactions. He did care what people thought of him, reguardless of what he claimed.
After the shampoo was out and he had already applied conditioner, he proceeded to wash himself. It looked like he didn’t need to shave anywhere - he spent hours doing that yesterday. So, making sure all the shampoo was out one final time he hoped out of the shower and onto the pink rug. His mother had picked the theme of his bathroom, which just so happened to be little pink and green dinosaurs from when he was little. But it was perfectly fine, dinos where pretty chill, and his bathroom seemed to hit home with the ladies. He grabbed a towel from under the sink, and began drying himself off. He could already hear his mom yelling for him to hurry, and he listened to her. But he realized that he’d forgotten to bring cloths with him. Great. He wrapped the towel around his waist, as he walked into his room again shutting the door. Now, what to wear.
It took him awhile, but he decided to wear a black and white striped slim fitting shirt, and some regular blue skinny jeans. When he decided that he looked decent, he grabbed his backpack and walked out the door. He made sure to kiss his mom, and reassure her that his hair would be dry by the time he made it to school. Then, Joshua grabbed the toast his mom had made him along with this car keys and ran out the door. He was late, class was already starting. But he wasn’t going to class, so did it matter anyways? He opened the door to his purple mustang and drove off. School wasn’t really that far away, so he was there in a matter of minutes. He pulled in, and made sure to park in the back driveway. Joshua smiled at his park job. It wasn’t bad, after all. Grabbing a pack of fantasias (you know, those colored ciggs) he shut the front door and hopped on the back of his car. He light the sweet cancer stick, and inhaled deeply. Blowing the smoke out of his mouth he watched as the ash fell to the ground. Pink ash was way cool.
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Post by AYDEN ANDREW RAYN on Jul 25, 2009 16:02:00 GMT -5
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turn me on and off & say it's magic[/size] --------[/center]
sleep had not been an option for ayden. it was a sunday night - monday morning, really - and the boy had been snorting speed throughout the night. at the party he'd been at it had been fun, but now, cowered beside his bed it wasn't so much. an empty syringe lay forgotten beside him, used days ago. clothes littered the floor, glasses and bowls filled with cigarette butts and ash. his favorite bong stood on his dresser and like the rest of his room was cluttered with various odds and ends. the cops would have a blast in here he thought with a grin. he had enough drug paraphernalia in his room alone to keep him locked away for life.
still grinning foolishly, he got on his hands and knees and started to shift through the mess on his floor, not really sure where he was going. he ended up in the long hallway, bathed in darkness. he frowned. what was there to do in the hallway? he sat back on his haunches and chewed on his lip ring thoughtfully. what to do, what to do. see, ayden loathed being alone, especially being strung out as he was. he had no idea what time it was, and he wasn't sure if he'd left that party hours or minutes ago. plus, wasn't it a school night? he scrunched his nose in concentration. yeah, he was pretty sure he was supposed to be at school in a matter of hours. that meant everyone was probably sleeping off the drugs and booze from last night (or at least that's what ayden thought. he had a pretty concrete idea that everyone did drugs, not just the people he hung out with).
he sighed, frustrated. tears formed at the edge of his eyes. what was he supposed to do? and then the situation became perfectly clear. his mom! of course, why hadn't he thought of it before? she was always here when he needed her. jumping up, he beamed happily. "mom! i neeeed you!
[/b]" he called in the general direction of her bedroom. there was some shuffling and a crash, then she appeared in her doorway, robe wrapped around her petite body. she had obviously been asleep. " ayd, sweetie? is everything alright? you're up early for school. you still have two hours. " ayden didn't respond, just grinned at her. shit, he loved his mom. he ambled her way - stumbling a bit, he couldn't see after all - and threw his arms around her. he towered over her; he was at least a foot taller than her. he got his height from his dad. " oh marie rose, i love you with all my heart![/b]" he exclaimed, his voice high and excited. she chuckled and hugged him back. most moms in this situation would have been furious. ayden was obviously stoned, that was no shocker. not to mention the ungodly hour he'd woken her up at just to hug her. but ayden's mom was different, she loved him with a ferocity that allowed her to overlook his drug habits and his random moments of weakness. " i love you too, baby boy. but since you're already up, you really should get ready for school." he scowled. school - the thought hadn't crossed his mind that he would have to go. he dropped his hands from his mom's shoulder sadly. he grumbled something that resembled a "fine" and headed back to his room. his head was spinning and for a minute he just stood in his room and tried to figure out where he was. marie popped her head in the door. " shower, ayden." she reminded him. he flashed her a thumbs up in thanks and ambled over to his bathroom. his was private; it was attached to his room so it was never far. he spent exactly an hour and twenty three minutes in the shower, as at moments he would forget what he was doing and stare at the white tile of the shower. after finally detaching himself from the water he spent the remaining of his time on his hair and outfit. he had thrown on a form fitting white t-shirt with "i'm losing my fucking mind" printed in black letters on the front and a pair of pink skinny jeans. he was a bit girly. with his mom calling from down the stairs to hurry up, he dealt out one last line of speed on his dresser. speed properly snorted, and nose burning like it was one fire, he made his way downstairs. his mom looked at him questioningly, doing the same cock-the-head thing ayden did when he was thinking or confused. " need a ride?" she finally asked carefully. ayden looked down at his shaking hands and twitching legs and nodding, giggling. he was in no state to drive. even his mom figured he would end up crashing into a tree or something. they climbed into her baby blue convertible and sped all the way to the school. most seventeen year old guys should probably have been mortified to be seen dropped off at school by their mom in a baby blue car but ayden couldn't care less. especially in his state of mind. finally they pulled up in the back parking lot of the school and he kissed her cheek as he stepped out of the car. when she drove off, he stood there for a moment. time seemed to be racing around him; how much time had passed since he'd been at home? he looked around the parking lot, as if that would give him some idea as to the time, or even the date. there were lots of cars around, but no people in sight, as he was running late. he sighed. that made him sad, he was craving company once again. stressed out, he reached for a cig in the pocket of his jeans only to realize he'd left them at home. along with eveything else, too - his phone, his ipod, his lighter. he let out a yelp. how did one survive without those things? he began to pace back and forth, feeling empty and stranded. his pacing brought him a little closer to the school, and with that he saw a very cute blonde leaning on a car, smoking a cigarette. cigarette! he grinning and half jogged, half stumbled his way over to the boy. " OH MY GOD, YOUR CIGARETTES ARE FUCKING PINK![/B]" his tone was very near screaming and he had started trembling with excitment. pink cigarettes? who would've thunk. he really liked this boy, he decided as he settled himself next to the boy on the back of the car. actually, he was pretty sure he wanted to marry him. he thought about telling him this, but figured it might be a little too forward. he wasn't sure if he'd ever seen him before. he was sure he hadn't. but he was glad he saw him now - the boy, with his bleach blonde hair and adorable nose ring, was way beyond tasty. [/blockquote][/blockquote] [/size] ------
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Post by JOSHUA RYAN COOPER on Jul 25, 2009 18:00:24 GMT -5
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Joshua cooper inhaled his cigarette, and allowed the smoke to fill his lungs before Joshua opened his mouth giving the the smoke permission to escape. I guess you could say Joshua was a professional when it came to smoking. He’d been given permission to smoke by his mother when he was only fourteen years old, and having smoked that long he defiantly had some tricks up his sleeve. So as the boy sat alone on his car, he decided to exercise some of these tricks. Practice makes perfect right? Well, not really. Because nothing is perfect . . . but lets move on. So as the boy took another drag, he inhaled like normal. But instead of simply letting the smoke out of his mouth, he exhaled through his nose. It really wasn’t one of the best smoke tricks because in Joshua’s eyes, practically everyone could do it. Though Joshua wouldn’t ever admit it - he was rather proud of this trick. It had taken him a good month or two to actually master it without burning his nose completely.
His father smoked. Well, so he was told. Because you see, when your father up and leaves you when your only young you have no choice but to believe what your mother tells you about him. Joshua’s mother always had stories about little tricks about what tricks he could do, and how he liked so much to show them off in front of strangers. Apparently his father was so good at what he did, that people often left their pocket change in his empty coffee cup every morning when he’d sit in front of the library and smoke. Thinking about his father put Joshua in a down mood. He didn’t go a single day without thinking about his father. In fact, when he was younger he used to believe his father was a secret super hero for another country and wasn’t ever home because he was too busy saving the world. Now older, Joshua chose to neglect that theory. A real super hero wouldn’t leave his family behind.
He probably would have broke down crying right then and there if it wasn’t for the nature surrounding him. This was his favorite spot to hang out and chill at. How couldn’t it be? The trees were nice and green - always swaying in the wind just enough to make the crinkly noise that Josh absolutely loved. But there wasn’t just trees - you could find trees anywhere. It had to be the pink flowers that surrounded the place. He wasn’t a gardner, so he wasn’t sure what kind of flowers they were. But they almost looked like they’d be a type of bird. The petals would be rather long, and inside the petals would be what Joshua always thought to be little florescent orange and yellow seeds. The birds seemed to love the plants too, because he would have to try rather hard to find one of these flowers without at least one hummingbird enjoying the nectar.
Snapping back into the real world, Joshua realized he’d been in deep thought for awhile now. Which meant he probably wasted a good amount of drags on his cigg. Great. He through down the dead cigarette, not bothering to step on it to make sure it was out. He decided he wanted another one, so he picked one of the box. It just so happened to be a brighter shade of pink. What was with him and pink cigarettes today? Before he could light it, he noticed a boy jogging towards him. A slight rush of panic ran through him. Did school just get out?!? WAS HE SMOKING THAT CIGARETTE ALL DAY? Before he trembled in panic, he noticed there wasn’t any other kids coming out. The blond breathed a sigh of relief. Thank God. For a second Joshua was pretty sure he’d gone mad. He listened to the boy yell, and wondered if he was drunk. High. Or a combination of both. Maybe he normally acted like this? Josh didn’t remember seeing him around, but he was forgetful from time to time. Whatever, it didn’t matter.
“Why yes, you’ve noticed. Would you like one? You could have this one if you wanted to, but just know I have other pretty colors. Purple, yellow, blue . . . orange.” Joshua looked at the boy and smiled. He was attractive, there wasn’t any doubt. But of course this was just another thing Joshua would never admit. He was normally the kid picking on homosexuals. How would people react if they knew Joshua was a homosexual? Yikes. He smiled, not wanting to come across as an ass to the boy he decided to introduce himself. “I’m Joshua . . . . and who the fuck are you?” Wow, that plan worked.
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Post by AYDEN ANDREW RAYN on Jul 25, 2009 18:40:25 GMT -5
hold me like a microphone:
turn me on and off & say it's magic [/size] --------[/center]
it had been at least three hours since ayden had last felt the pleasant burn of a cigarette in his throat. three long, hard hours. he pouted. it was almost as bad as one time when he'd tried quitting - he'd lasted about five hours, then. well, if you didn't count the one he'd smoked about two hours in. and it didn't count really. it was a lousy pall mall, which hardly could even be called a cigarette. oh, ayden despised those.
this brought him back to the present, watching this stranger exhale smoke. his eyes stayed fixed on the billowy gray cloud as it drifted through the clear air, dancing around tauntingly in front of ayden's milky brown eyes. he was transfixed; as soon as the puff disappeared ayden felt a heavy emptiness fill his chest. how he was going to miss that cloud of smoke! he sighed sadly. why did everything always leave? at this thought, he looked up from the ground to make sure his newfound companion hadn't disappeared with the cloud of smoke. it was perfectly plausible, if you thought about it. the teen next to him had appeared mysteriously in ayden's life, and he'd never even seen him before. he could even be talking to a ghost, for all he knew! his eyes grew wide as he stared down the boy.
are you a ghost? he said, but he forgot to say it out loud so it stayed inside his head. but maybe, ayden thought, this strange ghost boy can read minds? making an effort to finally open his mouth and move his vocal chords, he spoke. "can you read minds?
[/b] his voice was dripping with suspicion as he eyed him. he realized, though, that if he could read minds, he would have already know that ayden thought he could read minds. so he would have answered the question before ayden could even ask out loud. then again, if he really could why would he want to tell somebody right away? that train of thought vanished as soon as it had come, as ayden's mind wasn't content on staying on one thing for long. a lot of people suggested he had a.d.d., but it was pretty safe to bet on the speed. he had once again started focusing on the cigarette, which he was extremely tempted to reach out and steal, than run and run until the blonde couldn't take it back. but in truth ayden didn't want to leave the boy's side, so he stayed on. truthfully, he was blown away when the boy offered a cigarette to him. maybe he really could read his mind! " really? you're not kidding? i can have one? I CAN HAVE A PURPLE CIG FROM YOU?![/b]" ayden's jaw hung open at the boy's offer. he has practially drooling - not actually, though. ayden kept his dignity - at the prospect of smoking, and it was almost unthinkable that he could be smoking a purple cig, on top of it all. you'd think, being the junkie he was, that the poor boy would have seen colored cigarettes before, but for some reason the phenomenon escaped him until now. he was literally shaking from head to toe with excitement and the drugs going through his system and he could barely contain the urge to throw his arms around the kid, pick him up and lay one on him. he probably could, too. the kid was tiny, in the cutest way. he'd never been arrested for rape, yet. it would be an interesting thing to add to the list of convictions. when the boy introduced himself, ayden probably should have been offended but he was too high to notice. " joshua, darling, it's lovely to meet you! did you know joshua is hebrew for jesus?[/b]" his speech was almost too fast to understand and a bit slurred at the edges. he didn't know how he knew that little fact, actually, but he felt like maybe he'd impress the boy with his sophisticated knowledge of big words and strange languages. it took ayden a minute to realize he'd also asked him a question. " my name..[/b]" he said grandly, then paused. his nose scrunched and his mouth twisted into a scowl as he tried to think of what it was. presumably, ayden's partying fried a few of his brain cells. " i forg - oh! my name is ayden andrew rayn.[/b] he finally said, grinning proudly. briefly he made a mental note to start writing that on his hand, in case this should happen again. it was quite embarrassing, you can imagine, to forget your own name. especially in front of such a fucking hot guy. but, ayden reminded himself, he's probably straight. ayden had a habit of thinking that just because he thought guys were hot, that they were gay. and obviously, that wasn't always the case. cute gays were perfectly capable of being straight, he told himself with a frown. he hated straight guys. if he had been hitler, at that moment, and was about to give his officer the rules on who go about slaughtering and such, he would pick straight guys. and lesbians. and people who don't wash their hair. [/blockquote][/blockquote] [/size] ------
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run your fingers up my neck, yes it's magic
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Post by JOSHUA RYAN COOPER on Jul 25, 2009 22:01:01 GMT -5
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Joshua Cooper was blown away from the boys question. Could he read minds? What the fuck? Joshua looked away from the boy, biting his lip. Hopefully, he didn’t act like this all the time. If he did Joshua figured he should be the one thats blond and not the other way around. But then Joshua would look bad, and you couldn’t have that. It had taken the boy at least a good month of constant chore work, and studying to finally convince his mom that he was ready to bleach his hair. Before then - he was forced to look at his ugly poop brown locks. In his opinion - he didn’t look horrible, but he didn’t look his best either. It was very important for Joshua to look his best twenty four seven. Could you imagine if Joshua didn’t care if he looked his best or not? It would be a sign of the apocalypse, I’m sure. Joshua looked back at this strange, attractive, boy. What was he question again? Oh how could he forget?
“I’m pretty sure I can’t read minds. But life is full of surprises, isn’t it? I bet you’d never think I’d have colorful Cigarettes with me would you? “ He asked him, with a grin on his face. “If I could really read minds, I wouldn’t be asking you the question I’m about to ask you.” He said to the boy, looking him up and down. If he was fucked up, he’d probably be all over this guy. At least he could blame it on the drugs and alcohol then. Well, more so the alcohol. Be it a surprise or not. Joshua really hasn’t done all that many drugs. Of course apart from the occasional weed and mushroom, but did those honestly count? It wasn’t like they were hardcore or anything of that sort. To top it off, he had his first bowl about two weeks ago. Yea, he was very new to this sort of shit. Wasn’t that a good thing? Weren’t drugs like bad or something? He had life skills as a freshmen and he’d seen almost every anti drug commercial that probably existed in the state of California. But then again, he had also taken a class on propaganda. So the commercials could be lying after all this time. Like the condom commercials for instance. They claim to be invincible and such. But if they were really what they claimed to be, there wouldn’t be any pregnant teenagers. Anyway, back to the question. Wait what was he going to ask him? God, he needed to stop doing this.
“Are you drunk or high or high and dunk? Or are you just drunk? Or are you just plain fucking stupid?” He asked him, questingly. “But if your really not just a dumbass I want some of the shit you took. It’s been forever since I’ve been high.” Maybe Joshua should work on his manners a bit more, eh? Well, whatever. He thought it sounded nice enough. For Joshua, at least.
Although, he did laugh out loud when he heard the boys next comment. If it wasn’t for his mother going to church every sunday, he would have never guessed Hebrew was even a language. But apparently Joshua meant Jesus in that tongue? Or maybe this was some kind of cheesy pick up line? Yea, he doubted it somehow. But that would be pretty amazing. I mean this boy was such a nice piece of ass. He was rather surprised his pants weren’t tighter, actually. Because after seeing this boy, he’d expect his little friend to rise up . . . . fuck. He really needed to stop jinxing things. Joshua crossed his legs praying the boy wouldn’t notice. What if he didn’t like guys? Talk about humiliation. But knowing Joshua he’d probably just blame the hot chick walking by.
He handed the cutie his pack of ciggs. “Take them all, hon. I have tons more at home anyways.” Hon? Really? This wasn’t turning out so well for Joshua after all. Perfect, just perfect. But on that Jesus subject. “Well that’s because I am Jesus. Look at me.” Maybe he shouldn’t have said that too . . . /Ayden/, if he really was stoned. Whatever.
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