lonely mess ( closed )

[Daniel Greyson]

IF I SHOWED YOU MY HAND, SHAKING LIKE A LEAF

for blake~ thread two xD and... spets now apparentlyy.

It was Friday, which meant no school for him to bother about. Stretching forwards, he relaxed, this was his time to go off and read wherever he really wanted. Today wasn’t that bad, a bit cloudy, but warm as always. It was something that was good about London, never too hot and never too cold. Well, besides the winters which he had heard were quite chilly. He’d probably live though. Eddingborough didn’t seem like the place that would freeze their students.

He strolled through the halls of the school, slapped with sunscreen with two books and three notebooks in his hands. One was just for pleasure reading while the other was some homework he’d have to deal with later. Either way, he was kind of interested in seeing the park that was across from the school. Plus, it might be good for him to get away from Blake for a bit.

Last time, it was all chaos with drama spitting up on drama… a drama fountain or something along the lines. He didn’t even want to remember it right now. So, he kept his mind keen on getting across to this park. It was a short mission that was planted in his mind right now. Once that was done, he’d lose his mind in the Welsh book he hadn’t had time for.

Running a hand through the back of his hair, he scratched the back of his head before shifting his weight, waiting for a few cars to pass before walking across the street. A sign named the park ‘Finchley Park’; he wondered how it got the name. Probably after the designer or someone famous… someone he didn’t know.

It was a school free day so he wore a simple white short sleeved t-shirt with pants and a loose scarf along with his silver pocket watch stuffed in his pocket… of course. He paused, glancing from the basketball court to the tennis court and then finally the football field. Sport heaven? Raising an eyebrow he just spotted a small vacant bench and sat down, putting his homework to his side and picked up his Welsh book. Now my heaven.

YOU MIGHT NOT UNDERSTAND, BUT I BET YOU'D BELIEVE

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[Blake Knox]

( You might think I'm crazy, to hang around with you )

hrmmmm. I'm sorry Daniel. But, really, it's not like Blake was following you~ <3

Blake liked boys. It wasn't something arguable, it was just a fact. He didn't want a relationship with a girl. It wasn't his fault in anyway, and it also wasn't their fault. It's not like he disliked girls. In fact, one of his best friends, was a girl. The point was, he got a call that Friday morning, while he was studying....

The library was surprisingly quiet on Fridays. Actually, it wasn't that surprising, too many boys at Eddingborough didn't care to study. But, Blake, to keep himself free, got up early that morning to study. He figured, study in the morning and party later that night. He closed his math text book, and sighed in relief. He had started at six, and now, at eight - he was finished. He leaned back on his chair to stretch, when his phone, left on the table next to his notes, began to vibrate. A little irritated, he flipped it open, "hello?"

"Hey, Blake?" muttered the voice quietly on the other end.

It was Jessica. "Yes?"

"I need a boyfriend."

Now, she didn't mean literally - a boyfriend. In actuality, Blake and Jessica had this, sort of, understanding. A few weeks after hanging out, she had confessed she liked him. Unfortunately, Blake told her that he had no interest in girls. But somehow, she understood. And, just like that, they became really close friends. What she meant by boyfriend, was she was having a hard time and needed someone to cheer her up, like a boyfriend.

What better of a mood lifter, then shopping? They spent the whole day, buying clothes, and soon Blake was carrying at least twelve bags on one arm. A boyfriend always carried the bags, though some were his as well. He styled a black shirt with designer skinny jeans he had just bought. Personally, he loved them, they looked looked like newspapers. What to do now? He caught sight of a sign that said Finchley Park. A leisurely stroll around the park sounded good. He grabbed Jessica's hand and pulled her to the park, smiling to her confused expression.

The park was a good idea. It was a beautiful day out, and the two gawked and talked over the people enjoying their sports. Both, knowing they would fail miserably doing the same. But, hey, they could dream, right? At some point, he suggested they go find a spot to sit. They crossed many occupied benches, until he saw one, with just a boy. Perhaps he could convince he to scoot over? As they drew closer, he began to see.. Daniel? What was he doing here? Well, it was Friday. But it sure was.. well, weird.

He pulled Jesscia along, their arms hooked, to get a closer look. It was Daniel! "Ah, Daniel!" he called as he came upon the bench. "Fancy meeting you here, Jess, this is my new room mate Daniel!" he said excitedly.

Jessica timidly rose her free hand in greeting, "hey.."

( You might think I'm foolish, or maybe it's untrue )

(c) - lyrics, You Might Think - The Cars.

[Viktor Koulikovsky]

I THINK I'M DROWNING, ASPHYXIATED

ooc: wearing this cause I rike it.

Today, Viktor had decided not to spend all day in his room sleeping and generally just being lazy. First, he studied like a good boy, then decided to take a walk. He tossed on a white long sleeved button-up shirt with flattering, fitting dark bluejeans with a black belt; shirt tucked in, sleeves rolled up to his elbows. Tight. He stood in front of his mirror to make sure all was well before running a hand through his hair and tossing it back. All done. On the way out he grabbed his silver wristwatch and put it on.

He decided he needed to get to know this place... it was so shockingly different from back home. He'd rarely went to the city back in Irkutsk and, even if this wasn't exactly a city, it was still mind boggling to him to see so many buildings in one place. He didn't dare wander around Harrods, knowing that there'd be way too many people there. Didn't want to go to the movies where he wouldn't understand the majority of what was said. Didn't wanna spend money looking like beatnik sipping on his coffee at the cafe. Right now the only place that attracted his attention was the park.

He wandered in, ignoring the shouts from people doing their sports things. He wished he'd brought a book or an MP3 player or something. He stopped on the sidewalk and bit his lip as he pondered what to do... he spotted some benches... almost all of them had people sitting on them. And he definitely didn't want to sit by anyone, especially someone he didn't know.

He then saw a guy and a chick run on over to someone sitting on one of the benches... he didn't recognize the girl, but the two boys looked somewhat familiar. Didn't he have a class with them? And he totally didn't know their names. Should he go over? Make friends? Or wander around the park looking like a lost dog? He gnawed gently on his lip before taking his hands from his pockets and walking over, but hanging back looking like he was going to say hello but didn't... it was caught in his throat as he forgot how to say it. Damn English.

I WANNA BREAK THIS SPELL THAT YOU'VE CREATED

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[Daniel Greyson]

IF I SHOWED YOU MY HAND, SHAKING LIKE A LEAF

awkwardness.

It was like a dooms day all over again as soon as heard Blake shout out his name. He just wanted to blend in and kept reading his book, hoping that he’d just think it was the wrong person. Maybe if he could magically change his appearance in thin air it would work. His eyes didn’t look up from his book until his roommate was just a few feet away. He glanced at Blake’s cast before staring at the bags and interlocked arms… and then finally the lady.

Oh… god… Blake introduced the girl as Jess and he just stared as she moved her hand for a shake, saying hey. He stared… even more before dropping his book onto his lap and moving his hand over to shake hers, a smile brimming on his lips like no tomorrow. “Right… Daniel Greyson,” he introduced himself even though she already knew his first name thanks to Blake.

Awkwardly moving his hand back, he glanced over to his roommate – finally – and just gave him a questioning look. What was he doing with a girl on his arm? His girlfriend? But isn’t he gay? He did kiss a guy… but… bisexual? Hell, why do I even care? “Umm… so… what are you guys up to?” Nice… Daniel didn’t know what to say other than that, he just stared, glancing back in forth between the two.

His attention turned over to another guy who was walking over. Do I attract people or something? Shifting, he didn’t actually know this guy, but he did seem kind of familiar. Yet, he just stood there. Daniel stared at him, wondering if he was going to say anything or… whatever. He really didn’t understand what the guy was doing, and he didn’t say anything either so it made Daniel’s guessing game a bit challenging.

“Umm… hi?” He finally voiced towards the stranger, curious if he was meaning to talk to them or if he was just staring into space there. If he was just staring into space, Daniel would probably just… hide or something. He was a friendly guy and all, but when it came into making mistakes like this, well, he’d simply get embarrassed. Taking in a breath, he turned towards Blake and Jess for a moment before looking back over at the stranger. What the hell should I do?

YOU MIGHT NOT UNDERSTAND, BUT I BET YOU'D BELIEVE

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[Blake Knox]

( You might think I'm crazy, to hang around with you )

oooh, if these two were only twins...

Blake let go of Jess's hand to allow her time to speak to Daniel. After all, the guy was kind of cute. While they seemed to hold some sort of "moment", mostly stares, Blake threw the bags on the empty space on the bench. Glancing, as he saw a man, hesitantly, approach them. He paused, as if unsure what he was going to say.

Jess, who had now managed to look at something other than Daniel, shared a look with him. He simply winked back. She had her eye on Daniel, and how could he refuse? The guy was practically gawking at her as they approached. And his target, well, it was that cutie that just approached. The man wasn't quite Blake's type. But he wouldn't deny that he had looks. About to greet him, but beaten to the chase by Daniel. Fuck. But, as he say the conflict in his expression Blake couldn't help but smile. Perfect chance. He skipped in, "hello, my name is Blake, you?" he hoped to fucking god the guy understood him because he didn't seem to. Blake would be seriously peeved if the guy couldn't speak English and had just come over for directions. Seriously. Not speaking English, and wanting to hang out - fine. Directions, was an no, no.

Blake turned to see Jessica, awkwardly standing there, unsure what to say. She threw him an almost desperate look. He sighed, taking his attention from the newcomer and back toward Daniel and his best friend. "Ah, Daniel. Jessica is my best friend. She just-"

Before he could continuing with anything, like that her boyfriend and her were over and she was seeking a new one, she interrupted, "yes, we just went shopping for the day! It's great to meet you! Er, I hope we can get to know each other," she had a habit of babbling on when she was nervous. Oh well, at least Blake had brushed off her dependence on him. Before he turned back to the stranger, he caught her gaze from the corner of her eye. As if she were saying, thanks a lot Blake.. You were a great help.

Well, Blake couldn't pretend to be nice all the time, could he? He couldn't help if his inner bitch came out sometimes, right? Smiling over to the new man he waited for him to reply.

( You might think I'm foolish, or maybe it's untrue )

(c) - lyrics, You Might Think - The Cars.