Post by jayden cameron connell on Feb 18, 2009 1:22:29 GMT -5
* JAYDEN CAMERON CONNELL ,
wasting away (s e v e n t e e n) summers in the sun.
when the lights go off, watch the way i take the stage by storm.
( J A Y ), i see my name in the lights.
if only i had the heart for you.
* MAKE I T COUNT ,
“Describe myself physically? That’s quite tough. I know I’m incredibly good-looking, I mean, look at me and deny it. You can’t. I’m just quite attractive. Just from looking at my lips you can probably tell I’m quite the kisser, though to be honest I think they’re a little too big. They have this whole “DSL” thing going for them. Don’t know what that is? Get off your ass and look it up. Of course, not everything is great about my appearance. I often look quite young for my age, despite my insane attempts at looking older, I just can’t seem to get it to work for me, and most older women I have met don’t seem to go for the fresh-faced teenagers. It might be my hair. It’s quite youthful, if I say so myself. I just look great with bed-head, or a simply messy look. I’ll be honest, though, the bed-head is never natural.
“Now, my eyes... My eyes are a masterpiece. Everything is just great about them. From the ever-changing shades of green, to what I can do with them. I’m quite good at the seductive looks, really. Or even at simply glaring at someone till they decide to fuck off and leave me alone. Unfortunately, they also reveal what I often would not like them to. They can get a mischievous glint on them, or even a slight shine of happiness. The best thing they give off by themselves, though, has to be my pride. And it works well considering I’m 6'3" and I can tower over most people. Try to do anything about those looks from down there.
I do have one thing I simply despise. These two fucking dimples I get every time I smile. I do my best to try and cover them up, but it usually ends up in a big failure. I just avoid smiling altogether most of the time, even if I can’t help but flash a smile every once in a while. I’m not a bitter person, just one who doesn’t like having dimples. It’s a shame, though, considering I’ve amazing teeth. I was just gifted there: No braces, nothing. Just a naturally great smile, if I do say so myself.”
JUNIOR“How do people describe me, you ask? Well, that all depends on who you ask, and what kind of mood I was in when the unfortunate soul, as the case usually is, crossed my path. The obese woman I encountered at the supermarket two weeks ago might call me an inconsiderate asshole: Not a description I would immediately dismiss, though.. I did, after all, tell her to move her lard-filled ass out of my fucking way. I wouldn’t call myself an inconsiderate asshole, though. It’s more along the lines of brutally honest bastard.
“Others, however, would never say such a thing about me. I would never offend a beautiful girl in such a way. Shallow? Perhaps. I prefer to call it good taste. Either way, very few of those girls would think of me in such a way. In fact, I’m a perfect gentleman. I supply a girl with anything she needs to keep her happy: Flowers, chocolates, jewelry, nights out.. Romance. Perhaps even love on a rare occasion. Whatever her little heart desires, I gladly give her.
“I will admit, however, I very rarely do anything without expecting anything in exchange. The girls that aren’t pleased would perhaps call me a nymphomaniac... The less affected ones might just say playboy, or womanizer. Is it my fault that I like to surround myself with girls that arouse me? Of course not, I can’t help it. It’s their fault for looking so damn sexy all the fucking time. It’s all a simple exchange, though. They get a spoiling boyfriend who treats them like they are the entire world, and all he wants in return is a little fun every once in a while. They do always seem to get the idea that I just want sex. I appreciate the company, too, of course. I do enjoy the non-sexual moments, even the tooth-rotting sweet moments. Even having a girl to show off to the entire world. If I wanted the sex alone, I could go to a fucking whorehouse.
“The only ones that never seem to complain about me are those rare friends I make. It’s not that I’m anti-social. I’m simply better than most people, and see no point in starting any sort of friendship with someone inferior to me. They might get jealous, and we can’t let those things ruin friendships, now can we? Anyway, those few friends I have do seem to appreciate me. I treat them as equals, even when they’re not quite as extraordinary as I.
SECRETLY BISEXUAL“What are my favorite things? Well, women, above anything else. How can I not? Beautiful ones, of course, not some ugly cow. They’re fine, too, I suppose, but they’re not among my favorite things. I also love sex. Sex is fun. Sex sex sex. I even love saying it. I also have a thing for music. It’s not just that I can relate to some songs, I suppose. Everyone can really. You know how they say that music soothes the beast? It soothes the beast inside me. Or sometimes it seems to awaken and arouse it. It’s about even. I also love my alcohol. Trust me, if you’re one of my victims and you’re hanging around me, you prefer me drunk. There’s nothing about alcohol that angers me; alcohol relaxes me in fact, though it takes quite a lot of it to put me out. Now, here’s something that I don’t tell most people: I love romance. Not romance novels, of course. That’s nothing but garbage. Badly written garbage. I do love every aspect of romance, though, even if I am a bit biased toward sex. Above all these, I love power. I love being in charge and I love being put above others. I love giving the orders. I’m a dominant person– In every aspect of my life.”
* GAMBLE W I T H DESIRE ,
“My life story is simple enough. It all started years ago, before I was born. Typical boy meets girl story, really. Aside from a few variations. Boy with fat wallet meets girl, high maintenance girl falls for boy with fat wallet, boy with fat wallet makes empty promises to high maintenance girl, high maintenance girl believes him. Either way, they eventually ended up married by some work of an evil force, and not long after that, I came in: The spoiled Connell child.
“I was born and raised in the high society world of Manhattan, New York. To say my family was well off would be the understatement of the year. My father is some hotshot lawyer there, always has been, and I had everything most people couldn’t even dream of having. I lived in an enormous home, many more rooms than people, and more than enough space for the three of us. My mother didn’t have to work, she usually stayed home to take care of me, or so she thought since I didn’t really need her. Eventually, we saw less and less of my father, nothing I care for much now, but it did bother me a bit back then. Working 18 hours a day and a lot of weekends just isn’t normal, is it?
“One day when I was 13, after being sick of my mother’s constant, sickening attention, let’s be honest cookies are nice when you’re a kid, but eventually you need more than that at home, I decided to surprise my father at work. I was mostly hoping to get some father-son time since I rarely had that as a child.. So rarely I can’t really recall it. Anyway, what I found was absolutely life-changing, but predictable, of course. I mean, yes, his secretary was incredibly hot. If I had been a few years older, and sexually active, I would have done everything to try to sleep with her. That was until, of course, I saw the ridiculous faces she made while giving my father a blowjob.
“Perhaps it was that event that led to the lifestyle I lead now, always seeking sex. After all, that was what my ‘rolemodel’ taught me, isn’t it? Sure, I got busted a few times, but I always had my father wrapped around my finer after that incident at his office. I could get away with pretty much anything and everything I did and got off with nothing more than father telling my idiot of a mother ‘boys will be boys.’ He ought to know, I suppose.
“ Eventually, I grew tired of the routine. Sure, there was nothing wrong with one-night stands. And there was nothing wrong with all those girls I dated just for sex, and the few that I actually felt very attracted to.. Until someone better came along. It’s a great lifestyle, but it gets very old. It took little effort to get out of there. My dad wanted me as far from home as possible since it made the blackmailing that much more difficult, and Maine wasn’t that bad a choice in a place to live. So, here I am.. The new kid in town.”U P P E R C L A S S H E R E
* TENSION L I K E FIRE ,
Daniel"Maxwell David Heaton, don't you dare go out there."
"Awh, but--"
"No 'buts'. No forest."
"B-but why?"
"Because God forbid you got hurt or lost..."
The boy blinked hard, fighting back the tears that had taken over his life for the past two years. He could still see her opal shaped face as if it were right before him, her deep ocean eyes stern, yet amorous. It was as though he was reliving that moment.. Their last moment. The sun that beat down from above seemed to make her long auburn locks glitter beneath its rays. Her bangs, swept across her face, were soft as silk, covering the majority of her beautiful features. The crystal blue eyes he loved, eyes he could look into for hours at a time. She had pursed her full lips in annoyance as this happened, a slender hand reaching up to swipe the beautiful locks of hair behind her ear before she continued refuting his childish argument.
"Then I'd have to come out here and find you... And worry about you... And get all upset and...It'd just be a whole silly mess. So no forest, understand?"
It was a happy memory in all, yet here, in the same spot two years later, no smile crept upon his full lips. There was no usual air of cockiness about Max, no grandeur, nor an ego. Only silence enveloped him, his eyes locked intently onto mass of trees that sat before him. The only thing that accompanied him was a disturbing kind of calm which sat itself by his side, a sigh escaping him lowly as the sight of the only love he had ever known began to fade.
[i]Lost? How ironic,[/i] the young man thought, his hands resting idly on either side, tugging softly on the moist blades of grass on which he sat. He was the one that had lost her. He was the one who got all worried, the one who got all upset. And he, Max Heaton, was the one who periodically came to this spot at the forests edge to try and find her.
His finger tips began idly playing with blades of grass, Max shaking his head and letting his dark locks fall into his cold eyes. The peace that fell around him was almost a deception, his mind feeling more like a battlefield as the thoughts of his mother made themselves prominent. This was weak, reflecting like this--it was weak to even be here. There was no time worth wasting on trudging through memories, soiling his generally blissful state in life and wishing back to things that have already been. He shook his head again, pulling his hands from the grass to reach into the pockets of his docker style shorts to retrieve a lighter and a pack of cigarettes.
With the quick flick of the lighter, the lit tobacco product was placed between his lips. He inhaled deeply, the smoke lining his throat and lungs in a satisfactory manner as he absent mindedly tossed the lighter to one side in the grass. Holding his breath for a few moments before letting the tainted air billow from his nose, he gazed around the area in dissatisfaction. No matter how many times he sat himself beneath the belligerent sun, she would never come back. This was just fucking pathetic. He was pathetic.
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Cody Jordan
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