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Post by Michael Cousteau on Mar 31, 2017 3:35:53 GMT
A blonde teen wearing the school uniform for once could be seen walking into the cafeteria with an irritated look that seemed to be constant on his face lately. A cast was on his right hand but no longer in a sling as his cold gaze made several people avoid his path. He stopped behind a kid at a table, the others sitting at the table with this third year falling quiet as a nervous air fell about them. Slowly the third year turned around only to get punched in the face by the teen wearing the black-colored uniform. Michael then proceeded to grab the third year by the front of his shirt and yanked him out of his chair, kneeing him in the gut before he shoved him to the floor and slipped his hand into his pocket as he calmly walked over and stepped onto his chest and applied pressure there as he looked down at him. "Time's up," he simply stated as he looked down at him. After a few moments he lifted his foot, as if he were about to pull it away, only to smash it down on his wrist and then swiftly place it on his throat with just enough pressure to make it difficult to breathe but not actually cause any harm. He leaned forward, his blonde locks falling forward and into his face somewhat. "Consider this a formal warning for what's to come," he added after that. He then straightened up and pulled away, walking off with a slight frown marring his features as some kids came to the third year's aid and others took pictures and laughed because, well, let's say he'd need a new pair of pants. He flicked his eyes over to a table, instantly spotting an certain albino there with a few others. Though it only took a mere moment for him to give them all a cold look before looking away, moving off to go sit at an empty table and pull out his phone. He leaned back in his chair trying to seem perfectly fine with being alone with no one bothering him, just attempting to busy himself with looking through text messages and responding to a few. But...there weren't actually a lot. It wasn't like he was one to have many friends anyway, he seemed to be one with more enemies than anything. It could possibly have been how he normally held himself, but if that's what people really expected of him...then why not? Michael honestly had no idea how many people knew that he was dating the albino since that...incident, but at the same time he also didn't really want to give it away to those who only knew him as a peasant-hating bastard. Granted things seemed the same with his interactions with the albino first year in public, though of course even he couldn't really bring himself to push him away if he approached him first. What was that one saying he had heard again..? Keep your friends close and enemies closer? Yeah, no. He didn't like that saying. He'd had enough bullshit with any enemy he magically wound up with. He'd already had a tough week as is, or rather every single day since he was able to come back to school. He just really wanted to lay his head on his arms atop the table but...no, he couldn't do that here. He'd just have to wait until his day was over, again, to be back in his dorm out of sight of everyone. Word count: 596 Tag: Amos Vang
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Post by Amos Vang on Mar 31, 2017 4:43:35 GMT
I felt the darkness as it tried to pull me down | [attr="class","scroll"] Lunch had been business as usual for the albino for the most part. It had only been two days since he was allowed back in class, but thankfully Luka had kept him up to date with all of his homework and class notes. He wasn't entirely sure how the cat boy had managed to do that, but he was actually quite thankful for it. There was a bit of a commotion and the albino rolled his eyes, half expecting it to be Rishe. He blinked in a bit of surprise for a moment as he learned it was Michael. Jesus. The dumbass was really trying to get kicked out of the school again wasn't he?
Amos just shook his head and went back to the discussion. Not that there was anything interesting, just Luka and Adrian talking about finals. They were in the same year, so it was usually pretty boring for him to listen to them actually discuss school. Still, Michael's little attack hadn't gone unnoticed. Luka sighed as well, seeming to share the same thoughts as the albino on the matter. But eventually Michael went to sit down at a table by himself. "You not gonna go get him?" Luka mentioned quietly to the albino he sat next to.
He just sat back and crossed his arms over his chest shaking his head. "Nope. Despite everything, he still obviously doesn't want to be seen in public with me so.. Fuck him."
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Meanwhile, another second year student looked around as there was a commotion, trying to finish getting his tray of food. Still, the fight intrigued him, so he made his way to go and watch it, excitement boiling up within him. A smirk crossed his face as he watched the blonde beat an older student and walk off like it was no big deal. That fighting style. The threats. Mafia, no doubt about that. But then again, he was too. It wasn't exactly hard to tell that the other was like himself. He watched as the blonde went to go and sit by himself at a table. Well that was odd. Then again, Mafioso weren't known for their ability to make friends. Well, here was a fine opportunity for him. The long haired albino made his way towards the table, setting his tray down with a friendly smile.
"Buon pomeriggio, mio amico!" He bowed a bit. "Mind if I sit here?" His head tilted a bit to the side as he asked. Not that he really waited for an answer. "Grazie~" He paused for a moment before lowering his voice and leaning over the table a bit. "Best stick together no? Seeing as how you're the son of a Mafioso and all, hmm?" Still that friendly smile. Michael could threaten him if he wanted, but the boy across from his was just as well trained, if not better at close combat, and in no way afraid of him. "Worry not, your secret is safe with me." He leaned back again and popped a fry in his mouth. "Lucien... Castiglione." He had paused before giving his last name, as it was pretty common knowledge that the Italian Cosa Nostra was run by the Castiglione family. "Maybe we can be amici, no?"
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Post by Michael Cousteau on Mar 31, 2017 5:15:53 GMT
Michael had not been expecting to be approached by someone, much less another albino. A look of surprise couldn't be hidden as he looked at this boy as he greeted him, sat down, and introduced himself. Mafioso..? Oh gods, just how many students here were part of a mafia? But...it seemed like it was just the two of them, well, official ones that is. The blonde teen slowly set his phone face down on the table as he leaned forward a bit towards this boy. "Why approach me? For all you know we could be at odds." He spoke quietly, pausing for a few moments to shift his chair closer to the table. Okay, so maybe his interest was piqued when this boy had approached him and revealed he was similar to him - unintentionally letting him know he wasn't all alone. He leaned back after a moment and crossed his arms as he scanned his eyes over him, examining him to make sure kind of this was really a rouse but...even he recognized that last name. "My name is Michael. I belong to the Cousteau family." He responded after a few moments, shifting his right arm so it would be more comfortable since it was still in a cast. A faint smile had finally made its way onto the teen's face, feeling quite relieved at this non-hostile encounter. For once no one was getting on his nerves or trying to get on his bad side. He gave Lucien a single nod in approval to his proposal of being what he could only guess as friends. "Best stick together then. When did you get here? Don't think I've seen you before until now." He spoke as he tilted his head slightly then, ignoring any looks or stares thrown their way with how he was chatting so easily with this other albino boy and not just attacking him or getting pissed off. He had to admit, it was a nice change. His eyes darted away from the boy eating his food by him and towards where the other albino, his boyfriend, sat with Luka and someone else he wasn't that acquainted with. Though just as quickly his eyes moved back to Lucien to chat with him more. "You should join the brigade the school has. We could always use more officers or members." He suggested, uncrossing his arms to grab his phone with his left hand. "I'm an officer in the brigade," he added with a small shrug. He unlocked his phone and then scrolled through his text messages before pausing over one before he decided to get out of that and go to his contact list to make a new one. "If you have a phone perhaps we can exchange numbers? It'd be easier to communicate that way." He spoke as he glanced back up to Lucien. Once he eventually got his number and added his contact, as well as giving the teen his own, he hesitated briefly before shooting off a text message to the other albino sitting away from him. "Come here."After he sent that he glanced towards his boyfriend's direction again before looking back to Lucien. He then leaned forward again a little, lowering his voice somewhat. "There are only a very select few I'm friends with here. Everyone else seems to keep getting on my bad side. But aside from that I want you to know that I'm closer to here... Forbidden really from my family due to our social classes but.." He trailed off with a small shake of his head. "If we're to be friends then I want you lot to at least become acquaintances or even friends as well. It would do us all good to be on good terms with one another." He spoke quietly, not sure if Amos would indeed come over or not, especially since he wasn't one to send that sort of text to him in such a public place. He leaned back once more, glancing at his phone to see if he'd even bother to reply first or not. Word count: --- Tag: Amos Vang
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Post by Lucien Castiglione on Mar 31, 2017 17:02:04 GMT
Your sin gonna waste you brother, No way you'll be alright You're fuckin' with the wrong wolf baby Darkness gonna break your light No prayer gonna part my thunder No one's gonna change my mind You're fuckin' with sickness baby, Your heart is a plague on mine I am a Missle, I am the Fire Love is Destruction Lucien popped another fry in his mouth as the blonde across from hims scooted closer. He shrugged at the mention of possibly being enemies. "The enemy of my parents may not be the enemy of me." It was simple enough really. "Unless you give me a reason to dislike you." He made a small happy noise with a smile on his face. "These fries are pretty good no?" He watched the other adjust to make himself comfortable, seeing the cast on his arm. "Bad fight?" He tilted his head a bit in some sort of curiosity, not that he really expected the other to answer. It came into question how long he had been there. "Ah, Si! Just arrived yesterday." He watched the other, taking note of the directionality of his eyes. Something over there must really be important for him to keep checking on it. "Oh? Brigade?" He sounded genuinely curious that time. "I shall have to have a look, once I'm a bit more... Acquainted." After all, he was still brand new to the school. He watched the other fiddle with his phone as he continued munching on his lunch. "Mmm. Si." It was probably a good idea to get this kid's number. He pulled his own phone out of his pocket, unlocked it, opened his own contact information and slid it across the table. Michael could easily send him a text or just input his information himself if he wanted to. Lucien used that time to stretch and peek over his shoulder at the table the other's eyes often drifted to. But after his stretch he looked back across the table at the blonde. "No lunch?" That was just... A crime in itself. The blonde went on to explain himself a bit, that he didn't really have any friends. Now that was just sad. Amos got the message, but blatantly ignored it for the time being, not even looking over to the table that Michael sat at. Luka questioned it, but he just shrugged. Lucien remained unaware of the text or it being ignored. "Deprimente, mi amico. You need some friends. I get the whole.. Not wanting to get people involved or close enough to cause trouble. But still. You are a growing boy, no? Growing boys need friends." Not that he really believed that. "Especially in our line of work. Safehouses. People to rely on. Allies. You never know who you might meet." He smiled and pushed his tray across the table. It had some sort of wrap and what remained of his french fries, though he did pull the mocha smoothie off of it and took a sip. "You should eat too." It was a crime not to, but hey, he was Italian. "So, Michael. What year are you in around here hmm? Maybe we'll have some classes together. Or study or something." Hey, getting close to a member of another mafia was always a good idea in his book. Even if it was one of the French. Besides, their groups fought like cats and dogs sometimes, but other times they were the best of friends, and he wasn't going to be bothered with trying to figure out which was happening right now. But this war is mine, this war is mine [googlefont=Bigshot One][googlefont=Mirza]
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Post by Michael Cousteau on Mar 31, 2017 19:06:45 GMT
Michael listened to his words on needing friends and all, a scoff escaping the blonde teen. "Oh yeah, because you're totally my mother." He sarcastically said in response, joking a bit actually. He then glanced to the tray being pushed towards him, uncertain on what to do with it. But he was offering this peasant food towards him... "Ah... Are you sure? I mean, I have food back in my dorm so.." He trailed off, not really sure on what to do with the food that was being offered to him. "I mean, I just don't normally eat the peasant food here." He spoke after a moment, shrugging slightly as he carefully eyed the food. Though he shook his head and looked back to Lucien as he questioned what year he was in, his left hand lifting to pull at the dark jacket he currently wore from the uniform. "Second year. Third and Fourth years have white uniforms whereas First and Seconds have black." He told him as he released his uniform and glanced down at his phone again. Nothing. He tapped his finger against the table a little before he went ahead and texted his boyfriend, deciding to bug the crap out of him to make him either eventually come over, text him back, or, well, he wasn't even sure what else. "Amos.""Amos.""Amos.""Hey""Come""Here""Amos""Hey""Amos""AMMMOOOOSSSS"Michael leaned back in his chair and looked at his phone as he waited for something to happen before looking to Lucien. "I suppose I can let you know that I'm not single." He admitted, a faint blush crossing his features as he glanced down and then glanced towards the table where his boyfriend sat. "I don't...really make it known that I'm dating him... Er, well...that I'm not single that is.." He sighed and finally plucked a fry from the try to munch on it. "I want him to know I want to spend more time with him but... At the same time I don't know how without people looking at me strange." He shook his head and threw him an apologetic look. "Sorry, I shouldn't be unloading this onto you. We did just meet anyway. But I have to admit, I'm thankful that you're not acting hostile towards me". Word count: --- Tag: Lucien Castiglione
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Post by Lucien Castiglione on Mar 31, 2017 19:51:45 GMT
Your sin gonna waste you brother, No way you'll be alright You're fuckin' with the wrong wolf baby Darkness gonna break your light No prayer gonna part my thunder No one's gonna change my mind You're fuckin' with sickness baby, Your heart is a plague on mine I am a Missle, I am the Fire Love is Destruction "Peasant food? Aahh.. Dio Mio... It is good! Good for you too! Much better than all that expensive slop." Alright, so it wasn't all exactly good for you, but most of it was. At least in this school. "Besides, this place is made to cater to the rich, no? Everything is probably up to your standards. Get some meat on those bones, an maybe they won't break so easily." He shrugged and sat back in his chair, sticking his feet up on the chair next to him, gently sucking at the mocha's straw, taking a look around the cafeteria. "Ah, si si. I am second year too." He pulled at his own dark jacket. "You're so scrawny I thought maybe you might've been a first. Heheh." Of course it was a joke. ~ ~ ~ ~ The buzzing in his pocket was so ridiculous Adrian cracked a sex joke. Which of course made Amos glare at him and gently stab him with his fork. He pulled his phone from his pocket and turned it off before tossing it at Adrian and standing up. "Keep it." He muttered, walking off to dump his tray. Of course Adrian wasted no time turning it back on and digging for any juicy messages. But Amos was a boring person and he frowned. However, he moved closer to Luka and asked about it, and Luka bit his lip before nodding over towards where Michael and Lucien. ~ ~ ~ ~ Well that was interesting. "Good thing I'm not interested in having you then hmm?" Was this guy full of himself or something? It was like one of those girls when you said hello just to be friendly they'd scream they had a boyfriend. Only.. Less awkward. But to be fair, perhaps this particular boy wasn't too familiar with having anyone just randomly talk to him and try to be friendly without being... Flirtatious. A boy though? That was still interesting. The more the boy went on, the more a small frown marred Lucien's face. Was he looking for relationship advice? "Perhaps he is waiting for you to make the first move. Don't make him try to come to you, you go to him. Bring him flowers, or good food, or a gift. Something he likes. Apologize. Make a display of it." But he paused. "You won't go anywhere if you cannot show him that you want to be seen together, no?" It was about then that Luka was tugging at the jacket of the rather tall red haired third year, who wasted no time plopping down at their table. "Soooo~ This is his mysterious boooyfriend hmmm? Nice tasteee~" "Leave him alone Adrian." "Ooh, Luka look it this new scrumptious morsel right here hmm? Italian too." "Oh? You can tell that?" Lucien found himself a bit intrigued. "Your shoes. I can practically smell the fine Italian leather. I'm Adrian, this is Luka. We're third years." Adrian was definitely a believable third year, but Luka, not so much, and Lucien raised and eyebrow. "About time we finally meet you. Well, I guess this one has. But lookit them keeping me out of the loop! What kind of friends are you supposed to be!?" But this war is mine, this war is mine [googlefont=Bigshot One][googlefont=Mirza]
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Post by Michael Cousteau on Apr 1, 2017 2:53:00 GMT
Michael blushed a bit at Lucien's response to his words of not knowing what to do on wanting to be seen with his boyfriend. Ah, he was already regretting blurting that out. He lifted his left hand to cover his mouth a bit, looking away a bit in embarrassment. "I... Shouldn't have said anything... I mean... I could try... But... Stupid on my part to blurt that out without thinking..." He apologized a bit, not really noticing how his boyfriend turned his phone off and then left the table without it. His blush had been starting to die down a bit when Luka and a redhead had come over, the redhead mentioning something about a 'mysterious' boyfriend. He just gave him a look before moving that look over to Luka. As the redhead spoke more and soon went back to him, Michael crossed his arms again as he just lightly scowled at the redhead. "Who are you?" He questioned a bit coldly, taking note finally that Amos was missing from this picture. "Better yet, what do you want?" He added as he tilted his chin up slightly. His eyes then turned to Luka, silently asking him the same thing. Word count: --- Tag: Lucien Castiglione
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Post by Lucien Castiglione on Apr 1, 2017 5:10:18 GMT
Your sin gonna waste you brother, No way you'll be alright You're fuckin' with the wrong wolf baby Darkness gonna break your light No prayer gonna part my thunder No one's gonna change my mind You're fuckin' with sickness baby, Your heart is a plague on mine I am a Missle, I am the Fire Love is Destruction Adrain looked a bit pouty at the fact that the blonde had no idea who he was, but mostly he looked surprised. "Amos has never mentioned me?" Luka looked less surprised. "What kind of a relationship do you two have anyways? You don't talk, you don't have sex. Such little intimacy is really-" Luka clapped a hand over Adrian's mouth, a dark blush on his face. "Is really none of your business! He'd beat the shit out of you, hearing you talk like that!" Adrian very easily got the hand away by licking it, much to Luka's dismay. "Yeah. Odd huh? We come meet his boyfriend, and Mr. Grumpypants isn't even here. Oh. You should probably give this back to him by the way." Adrian took Amos's pathetic little phone out of his pocket and slid it across the table at the blonde. The red head plopped down in a chair near Lucien and made himself quite comfortable with the other white haired male, asking him a bajillion questions. Meanwhile, Luka looked towards Michael, just watching him for a moment before taking a seat himself. "Hey.. Umm.. I know it might not mean much but umm... This will pass. He won't stay mad forever. He's probably up on the roof, if you wanted to go find him. That's where he usually goes when he's upset..." But Luka wasn't entirely sure that Michael even knew that. After all, his albino boyfriend kept as much to himself as Michael did, if not more. "I can keep these two... occupied." But this war is mine, this war is mine [googlefont=Bigshot One][googlefont=Mirza]
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Post by Michael Cousteau on Apr 1, 2017 5:53:11 GMT
The blonde teen'a face grew red at the redhead's words about his and Amos' relationship until Luka clapped a hand over his mouth. He just glared at the duo a bit despite the redness in his face, watching as Adrian freed himself and talked once more. His eyes moved down to the albino's little phone that was slid across the table to himself, not making any move to grab it just yet. It took him a few moments, but he pocketed his own phone before grabbing his boyfriend's with his left hand and just held it while Adrian busied himself with Lucien. His eyes slowly moved over to Luka as he spoke to him, telling him just where Amos might be but also reassuring him that his anger would pass. He gave a slight nod in response to the third year's words, not sure if he caught it or not, as he quietly stood and pocketed his boyfriend's phone then. "I should get going. Business to attend to. I'll see you later, Lucien?" He spoke as he glanced towards the other albino boy, waiting for a response of sorts from him before he gave a nod and turned to leave. ~~~~~~ It didn't take him too much time to get to the roof of the school, carefully looking around for the albino before finally spotting him. He quietly, and carefully, walked over to him, stopping behind the boy by a foot or so. "Amos..?" He quietly spoke, tilting his head slightly as his left hand was slipped in his pocket. "I... I want to... Be around you when we're in public... I want people to know that we're dating.." He lowered his gaze briefly, shifting his footing a bit. "I'd be mad at me too... So... I don't... Blame you or hold anything against you.." Word count: --- Tag: Amos Vang
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Post by Amos Vang on Apr 1, 2017 6:06:53 GMT
I felt the darkness as it tried to pull me down | [attr="class","scroll"] He always came here to think. Sometimes he'd even manage to somehow skip a class or two, not that he couldn't easily catch up. But today he would have to make sure that he made it back to class on time. Thankfully, there was still plenty of his lunch break left. The young albino took a few deeps breaths, just letting the air try and calm him a bit. What the fuck had Michael even been thinking? Beating up an older student like that. He was on probation too wasn't he? And what if he got dragged into this one too. There wouldn't be a second suspension for him. There wouldn't be any more second chances. If he got out of line, he didn't have rich parents to just pay everything off to get him readmitted. Life didn't work that way.
An almost growling, irritated sigh left him at the thoughts running through his head, his fingers lacing through the chain link fence. All that stood between him and the end of it all. Just this stupid ass chain fence. Another few deep breaths were definitely needed. The albino growled at passing students, asking him whether or not he was alright, after all, a lot of kids came up here to smoke or eat their lunches in some sort of peace, and it often made the area a bit crowded, especially now that it was getting warmer outside. Still, he recognized the footsteps approaching him.
Amos didn't turn around, didn't respond for a few moments, just listening to Michael's words. After a moment he scoffed and shook his head, still not bothering to turn around, his grip tightening ever so slightly on the fence before him. "It's always about what you want isn't it?" His words were quiet, but harsh. Not that he particularly cared at the moment. "We always do things your way." He shook his head again, but this time he did turn around, stuffing his hands in his pockets before he could do something stupid and reckless with them. "And just what the hell would you blame me for in the first god damn place huh? I never asked you to get involved! I am quite capable of handling myself you know! I'm not some prissy little spoiled brat like you!" He growled a bit and turned back around. "Just go the fuck away. What good is a stupid peasant to someone like you anyways."
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Post by Michael Cousteau on Apr 1, 2017 6:22:38 GMT
The blonde teen listened to Amos' words when he finally spoke, wincing a little at the harshness that came from them. He said nothing as Amos eventually turned to face him, resisting from looking away. He let him give him his two cents, not making any move or sign of interrupting him. However, when Amos turned away and told him to fuck off, Michael clenched his teeth together. He grabbed the albino and forced him to turn around, soon wrapping his right arm around his waist and pulling him close while his left hand slid into his hair in one swift movement. His lips pressed against Amos' just as quickly but didn't pull away as he kissed him as much as he could for as long as he could. When he eventually pulled out of this kiss a small blush could be seen crossing his features. "Let's do things your way then. If you agree to go on a date with me in public. No disguises." He told him quietly since his face was still pretty close to his. He let himself just focus on the albino really due to the other people there who had no doubt seen what just happened. "I like you, Amos... A lot. But if you want me to stop everything or if you've changed your mind then shove me away with all your strength. But know that I want this to work between us. I want you to know that I am willing to be with you in public." He went on after a moment, kissing him again as he didn't bother to move out of sight from other people. "Amos, will you continue being my boyfriend?" Word count: --- Tag: Amos Vang
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Post by Amos Vang on Apr 1, 2017 6:52:14 GMT
I felt the darkness as it tried to pull me down | [attr="class","scroll"] There was no doubt in his mind that he would wind up swinging as Michael turned him around, but there wasn't really time for that as he was drawn closer to the other male. He didn't even really have time to question the behavior before the blonde forced a kiss onto him. Not that it was bad or.. anything.. He guessed... Slowly he fist he had balled up and pulled back lowered to his side, and once the kiss was over, he just stood there like a deer caught in the headlights of a speeding vehicle, ready to be creamed at any given moment. Sure, Michael had kissed him plenty of times, but nothing like that. And he wasn't entirely sure what to think of it.
It took a moment for the words to begin processing in his tiny little brain. Another kiss was eventually brought to his lips, and once more he found himself trying to process just what was going on. Every instinct was telling him this was trouble. Practically screaming at him to just shove him away and go back into his own reclusive little life. But he couldn't. This stupid fucking idiot meant too damn much. Again, the kiss stopped, and more words came from the blonde, and once more he just stared at him in some sort of dumbstruck haze.
"Why?" It wasn't meant in any sort of negative way. He really was just trying to wrap his mind around what had changed to suddenly illicit such reactions. The albino pulled away and took a few steps back, leaning against the fence before plopping to the ground. He winced a bit at the pain in his ribs, but he didn't really care, his mind was way too busy. "I mean.. Why now?" He shook his head again, bringing a hand up to his forehead to lean against as he curled his legs up a bit.
Right now he had a decision to make. Whether or not he wanted to keep being mad, and push this kid away. Or just... Well. Needless to say it was probably one of the more difficult decisions of his life. "You've nearly caused everything to fall apart. Nearly cost me my chance at a future... Because you couldn't control your temper. How exactly am I supposed to trust that it won't happen again? How can I be sure that... That whatever this is... actually means enough to you for you to drop your god damn ego? Until that day, no one knew I existed. My only two... Friends I guess.. Know about us. I talk about you from time to time to them. But it's not like I even have a family to tell. Hell. My fucking boss knows about you. Some of my coworkers. Not by name or anything cuz.. Yeah right. I promised to keep it a secret, so I did. But I... I didn't really actually expect you to tell.. No one. Like I didn't exist. Like I wasn't... Important enough." He curled up a bit more, shifting the auras of some curious students to something totally bored and disinterested so they would go the hell away.
"I don't like feeling like that, Michael. You didn't tell them. I did. I figured you would at least say something before that meeting, but you didn't. They had to learn from me. Do you have any idea how that feels? I hate it. Everything you do to me.. You make me... Care about something." He buried his face in his knees and cursed the burning sensation in his eyes. "You kept telling me that you cared about me.. And I was stupid enough to believe it.." He took a deep breath and slowly let it out before going on, because apparently Amos rambles when he's upset.
"It was supposed to be a surprise.. That night.. After detention.. I was going to... I had so many things planned. It seems so stupid now.. But at the time it made me really happy. That's why I fought with Alistair in the first place. He was trying to screw it up. I wrote you a song. I prepared your favorite foods. I had the best movies picked out. Hell, I even had those snacks you like imported from France. It was supposed to be special... And then.. I got kicked out of school, and everything fell apart. Now I have to rely on Luka just to get through the damn day. I'm on probation, just like you, only.. If something happens. I will get kicked out. Everything will be taken away, and I'll have nowhere to go. I have to live in fear of that, for the rest of my time here. And you don't. Your parents can just give a hefty donation and back through the doors you go."
Everything that ran through his mind was now just randomly pouring out of his mouth, and there was little he could do to actually stop it. But he still had yet to actually make a decision. Michael said that things would be different now, that they could go out together, that they didn't have to hide from anyone anymore. Did he mean that? Was it worth it to try again? The albino curled up a bit more, his shoulders shaking ever so slightly, but no noise escaped him. Why was this so difficult? These words.. These thoughts... These feelings... Everything felt so god damn heavy. But the best way was to just... Let it out right? He hadn't really even noticed the words that he was saying, until it was already to late, until they had left his mouth.
"I don't want to lose you Michael... I.. I love you..."
Of course they were just as much of a shock to the albino as they probably were for the other male. And he just sat there, blinking in stupidity into the space between his legs and his chest. Had he really just said that?
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Post by Michael Cousteau on Apr 1, 2017 17:11:11 GMT
Michael bit his lower lip a little at the question as to why he was doing this now. He didn't really know why, but it was probably because he was so much of a damn idiot before. He allowed Amos to pull away and watched as he leaned back against the fence before plopping down to sit. He moved to sit down beside him, his near nearly touching Amos' as he lowered his head a bit and let him speak. The more he spoke, the further Michael felt guilty. He was such an asshole... How could he have hurt him like that? He nearly cost him everything he was working for, all on his own. A hand lifted to cover his mouth at the mention of a surprise, his chest hurting then. Gods, he was so stupid... So, so stupid. He'd ruined everything practically. Yet somehow they were still together. His eyes closed for several moments as he took in and released slow but steady breaths whilst his hand remained over his mouth. However, at those sudden words and declaration of love, Michael opened his eyes and turned his head to look at Amos in shock and surprise, his hand slowly falling away from his mouth. Did he...did he just say that? He stared at the albino boy before shifting to face him a bit, carefully wrapping his arms around him to pull the albino into a close hug. He buried his face into his hair as he just hugged him tightly, careful to not hurt him of course due to his cast. "I don't want to lose you either, Amos... I.. I love you too. Though I have been such an asshole to you these past months... I... I can't deny what I did to jeopardize you was horrible. And.. I take responsibility for that. I shouldn't have had my gun on me that day..." He told him, his voice wavering a little as he hugged him a little closer. "I've been a damn idiot, if not something worse, for not making you feel loved like you should be. For not making you feel wanted. For probably making you feel like I've been using you. I should have told my family, but I was so scared on what they'd do to you..to me." He trailed off as he swallowed and pulled the albino into his lap to hug him better, not caring about anyone looking their way perhaps. "I owe you so much, Amos..." He spoke, moving his left hand to tilt the albino's chin up a bit so he could look at him. "I want to take you out on a date... Let me spoil you for one day. Everything and anything will be yours. If you want to go to a different country for a date then by gods we'll go to a different country for a date. You deserve the happiness and love and care that I seem to be lacking in giving you." He told him softly, making eye contact with him. "You're my first boyfriend, and I want to continue being your first for a long, long time. Amos, you make me strive for something I never thought I'd have. So things change now. No more secrets. No more hiding. I'm yours Amos, and I'll let the world know that." Word count: --- Tag: Amos Vang
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Post by Amos Vang on Apr 1, 2017 18:13:57 GMT
I felt the darkness as it tried to pull me down | [attr="class","scroll"] The albino just let himself be pulled into the hug, leaning against him. It wasn't the most comfortable position on the planet, but it wasn't too bad. He just snuggled up under the blonde's chin a bit, listening to him speak. So many things burned inside of him with those words. He wasn't sure how exactly to even react to them. "I..." But there was nothing he really could say, letting himself be pulled into the blonde's lap. So many things ran through his head, but nothing would come out as Michael spoke. Eventually his chin was tilted up, and he hadn't quite had the opportunity to wipe the tears away from his eyes, but still, his crimson gaze locked with Michael's.
Once Michael had finished speaking, Amos pulled away and shook his head, looking back down to his lap again. "I.. I don't want..." But he wasn't really sure what to say to any of that. "I don't want to go anywhere. Not unless I can make my own way. I don't want to be spoiled. You should know that by now." He paused and just leaned against the other male for the time being. He wasn't sure why he felt so damn exhausted. "And.. I think I've proved that I can handle myself against your family.." Well, that had been true enough. Sure, Michael had intervened, but he had done some damage. It wasn't like he was afraid of dying. "But I don't understand..." The albino bit his lower lip for a moment, trying to put his thoughts into words. "How can you even want someone like me? No one has wanted me, my whole life. I.. I.." He shook his head and clung to Michael's shirt. Damn. What a pathetic little weakling he was.
The very thought of being so pathetic made some sort of anger flare up inside of him and he moved away from the other male, standing back up and huffed, crossing his arms over his chest. "You make me something that I'm not. And I don't know how to deal with that. I don't know what I want anymore. I'm not this... This..." He growled and slammed his hand against the fence. "I don't feel like me lately. You make me someone else. Someone I don't recognize. Someone.... Weak." He growled again. "What am I supposed to do about that?"
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Post by Michael Cousteau on Apr 1, 2017 20:23:01 GMT
Michael allowed Amos to pull away, watching him as he looked back down into his lap. He was quiet as the albino began to speak, not wanting to interrupt him as he wrapped his arms around him once more when he leaned against him. A soft breath escaped Michael at the question on how he could want someone like him, a gentle smile finally gracing his features as he hugged him close once more. Though just like that the albino had escaped his grasp once more. The blonde teen looked up to him as he crossed his arms over his chest and spoke once more, soon slamming his hand against the fence. He stood up after a few moments, actually forgetting about most of the people there now, and placed his hand over Amos' against the fence, his fingers on his right hand brushing against Amos' fingers since he couldn't really grab his hand. "You're not weak..." He told him quietly as he moved a little closer to him, head tilted down slightly. "You're amazing, Amos... You're in my thoughts constantly." He went on, his heart beating quickly in his chest. He went silent for a moment, licking his lips a little before he moved his left hand to place it on the albino's waist. "Let me help you then... Lean against me, please... You're not weak nor are you pathetic, Amos. Liking... Liking someone... Shouldn't make you feel that way..." He spoke softly, lifting his right hand, despite his cast still on it, and gently placed his fingers under his chin to tilt his head up once more. "I want to be here for you. Really be here." He told him, making eye contact once more with the albino. "We'll take this step by step... Together. I know I have a short temper... So... I'm uh... Going to get that sorted out.. So that doesn't happen again..." He added as he broke contact and looked down for a few moments. He licked his lips again and looked back up to Amos once more, tilting his head to the side slightly as he lowered his right hand. He paused just briefly before he placed his lips against his, his left hand raising to rest against his cheek as he gently rubbed his cheek with his thumb. Honestly...he didn't know why he cared so much what those other people thought. This, this, is what mattered most. Nothing else. Word count: 408 Tag: Amos Vang
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