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Post by William Beckett on Mar 29, 2011 7:29:50 GMT -5
That kid looked fucking broken.
William spotted it in a glance. It was too hot for that hoodie, it was odd, how he seemed to flick his hair into his face and not away from it.
That kid needed help.
{No idea who this is about yet, join if you wanna.}
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Post by Pete Wentz on Mar 29, 2011 20:44:35 GMT -5
Pete was sitting on the bleachers at the soccer field, thinking about the fact that he'd just run off from another parental lecture. He didn't steal the car, or get a girl pregnant, or stay out late...all he did was dye his hair. It's not that he wasn't known for stealing the car, and debauching youth. It's not like there aren't a million and one reasons why he'd deserve a lecture either. It's not like he needs one though, he get's that he's a certified fuck up. He'd rather talk about the scars on his arms or the bottle of Ativan that he'd been saving up. His parents don't notice that shit though, but they'll notice a deeper shade of black.
He pulls his sleeves down further, bringing an arm up to gnaw on the edge. He hated being this cliche, the emo kid, the rebel, the bad boy. The labels and his 'friends' and this town were all starting to take their toll, and if his parents couldn't even let a box of hair dye slide, why did he bother?
[feel uncomfortable randomly joining but...the description dude...i'll leave if you want and delete this or whatever]
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Post by William Beckett on Mar 29, 2011 23:54:55 GMT -5
William was, in all honesty, a bit clucky. An excuse to follow this kid, to check up on him, an excuse to protect anyone was good enough to start interfering. Without a moments warning, William draped himself over the bench beside the boy and waited for the first word.
{I didn't even think of it but Pete is fucking perfect for this!}
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Post by Pete Wentz on Mar 30, 2011 0:09:37 GMT -5
Pete's gazed flickered up at the movement the clanky bench seating made. He glared and muttered, "Fuck off." before turning his body away from the person. Glaring down at a puddle of gatorade on the bleacher below and the bottle laying, littering, on the ground beside it.
If he ignored people, they ignored him. Or at least left him the fuck alone. He wasn't in the mood to deal with anyone.
[well lovely then]
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Post by William Beckett on Mar 30, 2011 0:14:23 GMT -5
William leaned over and rested his chin on the boy's shoulder. "What's the matter, gorgeous?" Concerned or not, William was a slut through and through.
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Post by Pete Wentz on Mar 30, 2011 0:49:14 GMT -5
Pete scoffed and tried to shrug the other boy off of him. "I said 'fuck off', it's nothing anyone should be concerned about okay..." Pete paused for a moment, the other person didn't leave, "Do I even know you?"
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Post by William Beckett on Mar 30, 2011 0:53:03 GMT -5
"Not yet, but you will," William grinned and buried his face in the boys neck. "Come on, smile a little sweetheart."
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Post by Pete Wentz on Mar 30, 2011 1:17:52 GMT -5
Pete mumbled, "I'm allergic...can you get off of me, dude?"
Pete finally shifted to get a proper look at the guy; thin, probably at least a foot taller than him, long hair. Or at least that's what Pete could decipher from the angle.
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Post by William Beckett on Mar 30, 2011 1:23:36 GMT -5
"Do I have too?" William sung. "You look so pretty from here, I can see under all that fringe."
Okay, yeah, he should be focusing on saving this kid, not flirting, but... he wants what he wants.
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Post by Pete Wentz on Mar 30, 2011 1:41:07 GMT -5
"I'm not into dudes, dude." Pete flipped his hair lightly, watching it fall piece by piece back into his eyes. He liked how dark it was now, it felt right.
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Post by William Beckett on Mar 30, 2011 1:45:05 GMT -5
William sighed and leaned back in his chair. "Fine, okay. Whatever. That's usually not an issue for me, but- whatever. Hi. I'm new, bored, horny, creepy and looking for someone to talk to. You're lonely, depressed, isolating yourself and need someone to talk to. I'm William. Hi."
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Post by Pete Wentz on Mar 30, 2011 1:48:32 GMT -5
Pete sat up straighter and looked over to William, "Uhm...I'm Pete....and I'm not lonely, and I don't need anyone to talk to. It's not like you're ugly or anything, I mean...If I felt like it we could make out...I just don't feel like it and I"m trying to work things out with my girlfriend." Pete hated the way her name floated through his mind. Jenae.
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Post by William Beckett on Mar 30, 2011 1:53:30 GMT -5
"Oh, I didn't expect to get anywhere. It just gets people talking." William laughed and smiled. "I'm only really a slut when the rest of the school isn't around." William caught the way his voice had hitched on girlfriend. It was better not to say anything, probably. So William said nothing, he just smiled, chatted, and let the kid talk his own way out.
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Post by Pete Wentz on Mar 30, 2011 2:12:43 GMT -5
Pete pulled on his hoodie's strings until they were uneven, but just how he liked them. "Uhm...that's nice...I should go home." Pete really didn't want to go home, even though he really should, he just wanted an excuse to get away. It didn't seem like that was going to happen today however.
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Post by William Beckett on Mar 30, 2011 2:32:38 GMT -5
William's eyes went wide and he caught Pete's wrist. "No, please don't, I don't know anyone yet. Can you just... I don't know. You seem interesting, please just. Talk?" William was no more excited about going home Pete was. As much as he hated to admit it, William needed to save this boy as much as he needed saving.
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