( just walk away )

[reid james]

REID BLAKE JAMES ,

The day had carried on like any other Tuesday morning. Reid had woken up later than his usual and sluggishly got dressed for school while he had jammed his papers in his backpack on his way down the stairs. He had not noticed that his brothers were already dressed and eating breakfast. There was almost a buzzing sound that he had dismissed at first. Who wouldn’t? It was a bright day in his hometown with his family setting up on the beach. The first tip-off that it had been a dream was when the sun turned a mauve shade, the beach had not been crowded, and it had been summer when it was obviously was spring currently. The sun was not as luminous in the spring rather than in the summer. Reid had thought that it was the best time of the year. However, as he was rushing towards the ocean, the ground had begun to shake. Before he was able to turn to see how the others were reacting the buzzing sound returned this time it started to mellow out to a song that he had fondly chosen for his ringtone. Reid had awoken to one text message from one of his friends that had gotten to school way too early wondering if he was coming soon. Reid didn’t mind, he liked to dream and sleep, but he supposed that school was more important enough to wake up. Tuesday mornings always started off slow for the youngest James child.

He ran s fingers through his curly hair as a method to get his hair a little less untangled. Angela, their mother, had been waiting behind the sink for them to go off to school. She appeared to be tired and little crabby as she watched the boys leave the home with their things. Reid followed the same routine as usual when Jared had dropped them off at the school, it wasn’t too strange, but today it looked like they were all leaving at the same time. Reid had exited the vehicle and headed to one of the popular hang out places. On his way, he had noticed a few faces, only saying a short greeting and then leaving them behind on his way. It was pretty early just to stop by and bring an interesting conversation with a friend. He had wondered if anyone he knew would be there. Why was he worrying so much? It was probably one of his mood swings, a psycho thing as he called it. Sometimes Reid didn’t even seem to see the change in behavior even in the slightest way. Maybe someone besides him found that he was in such a terrible mood or a jubilant mood every hour by the hour. Reid had been told that he was too kind and it wasn't something to worry about. It was lately that he was feeling insecure about himself. Still, he was confident that he was fine and at his best today.

It was no surprise when he reached the back of the school. It was amazing how fast he had walked from the front of the school to the back of the school. The stretch of ground was rather lengthy, about a five minute walk if no one was in the way. His brown eyes flickered to the wall of all walls. The Note was at the back of the school as well. Numerous writings were put on it about this person and that person where they had done something backstabbing or something very insulting. Reid looked at the wall a few times, but never too long because he was aware that a teacher may pass by and blame him. Whenever someone was feeling to good about themselves that wall made you feel a little crappy on the inside. Reid settled near an empty brick wall space. He leaned back and tilted his head towards the sky. No one he knew was around and this shady group would be a little too much for the young man. He saw rich kids. He saw scholarship kids. This was the divide between people. Like one of those Clique books or those Gossip Girl novels it was unending about the scandals that occurred. It was a matter of time before Reid was in one himself.


tags: open, anybody
words: 723 words
status: finished
clothes: coming soon !
notes: i got a little carried away. i'm not that literate. XD
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[Alex Thomas]

And I don’t want the world to see me…

…Cause I don’t think that they’d understand.

Alex walked around the school slowly. He was headed to the back of the school, in desperate need of a cigarette. Plus, he was avoiding a certain someone who didn’t like hanging out behind the school. It was a win-win situation if you asked him. He reached into his messenger bag and pulled out a nearly empty pack of cigarettes and then his well used black lighter. Smoking was a habit he’d picked up within the past few months. He couldn’t even really remember when it started. Better smoking than some of the other things he used to do. He flicked his hair out of his eyes, the temporary white streaks in it shining in the winter sun as he put a cigarette in his mouth and lit it. Alex was at the back of the school when he stopped, seeing some kid sitting back there against the wall a bit away from The Note. Alex found the whole idea of The Note ridiculous. He refused to be a part of it.

The seventeen year old examined the kid sitting on the ground, finding him to be someone Alex wouldn’t pin to spending time back behind the school. Alex walked over to the wall and leaned back against it before slowly sinking down to the ground. He wasn’t sitting too near the other boy, but he wasn’t very far away either. He took a drag off the cigarette and exhaled the smoke before saying, “What’re you doing back here, kid?” Honestly, Alex couldn’t think of a single reason anyone would be back there unless it was to smoke or do illegal business. Being a part of the crowd that hung out back there, he never got why anyone would want to be there and tried to subtly make people not go back there.

tag;; reid/ope
word count;; 303
ooc;;

[Charles Simms]

jacket && shirt && pants && shoes

The day was early, as usual; it was only because his roommates enjoyed to get up before the crack of dawn and move around very noisily and rush about to get ready for school. This caused a groan to escape from his mouth, as Charles was still only in his boxers and pulled the covers up over his head to hide away the light coming from the hallway as the roommates came and went from the room for the next hour or so. He sighed deeply, when the coming and going of the roommates came to an end and huffed out in frustration as he knew he wasn't going to get back to sleep. Charles threw the covers away from him and climbed out of his bed lazily and made his way slowly towards the bathroom to shower and get ready for the day.

Once done in the shower, he dried off but wrapped the towel around his mid-section. He went to the sink and brushed his teeth and tried his best to do something with his hair, but gave up after a minute of failure coming from it. Charles rolled his eyes and went off back into the dorm area and over to his dresser of clothes. The boy pulled out a random t-shirt, pulling it on over his upper body, he shut the drawer went to the next and pulled out a pair of boxers, slipping them on under the towel then let the towel drop to the floor once they were on. He went to the next drawer and pulled out a pair of jeans, slipping them on then grabbed a pair of socks and slipped them on as well. Charles went over to his closet, pulling out a belt, putting it through the belt loops then grabbed his shoes and jacket slipping them both. Charles went back over to his bed, reaching down to grab his bag and slinging it over his shoulder and made his way out of the dorm room, through the hallways and out the door.

As he reached the school, he gave a few nods and waves and hello's to people that he by-passed that he was on good terms with. But to Charles, he didn't really care whether he was on good terms or bad terms with anyone at this school. Instead of going inside, like most of the students were doing, the boy made his way to a spot that he spent a lot of his time at, behind the school, away from the eyes of most teachers and students. It was also where The Note was located at, and yea, Charles was one of the many people that wrote things on it, only because he was high most of the time and to see what others' wrote was usually always amusing to him.

When he reached the area, he saw two people, one was a good friend of his, Reid and another, he knew he was a senior and pretty sure his name was Alex. He shrugged a bit, as he went to one of the brick walls, dropped is bag and leaned against it and shoved his hands into his pockets. Charles heard Alex say something to Reid and smirked a bit "The boy can be here because he can." he told the other senior. Yea, okay; so the place behind the school was more-so for those that wanted to smoke or whatever, but it wasn't like anyone else was allowed to be there.

word count: 586
tags: reid, alex, open
mood: ehh..
currently listening to: nothing at the moment
outfits: from Urban Outfitter
notes: hello! :] *waves*

[reid james]

REID BLAKE JAMES ,

He had almost forgotten that someone was talking to him and then another had answered. One of the voices was familiar to his ears and the other seemed to be someone that he hadn’t met before. It wasn’t too compelling for Reid to find out who it was. The sky was distracting his mind, strange, but it wasn’t too surprising that someone like him would be that way. A few seconds later, he decided taking in on the conversation. Reid lowered his head and took a look at the people that had arrived behind the academy. Almost at first glance of one of friends he gave a slight smile. Goddamn you, Charles Simms. He hadn’t expected Charles to be here of all places, Reid had always thought that it was out of place for him to be here as well. There was no illegal substance stashed in his pants or some alcohol hiding away from anyone, the purpose of being behind the school was just a change of pace. However, the other person there had a cigarette. Though it was wrong Reid didn’t mind. No skin off my teeth, Reid would always say.

“You better lay off those cigarettes soon,” Reid said casually. “lung cancer could kill you.” It was just a fair warning. He had heard enough from those commercials the effects and how big of a deal it was. Nevertheless not many people really cared for those things even if was on the television. Some people still believed that television was a good way to reach out to people. That was a bunch of lies. Reid wanted to try once for the thrill. Too bad that he was only sixteen and buying one was pretty much impossible. Soon, Reid focused back on Charles. It was useless to ask what he was doing here because he expected some witty comment. Burning off steam? Probably not, it was too early in the morning to get worked up because you bathed in cold water and losing a favorite pen. These were rich kids and some were spoiled rotten or amounts were that way. They all were associated with each other, nothing much. “Shouldn’t you know each other?” Reid asked. He had figured that being seniors they had at least known each other’s name.




tags: charles, alex, and open
words: 382 words
status: finished
clothes: outfit
notes: hello/ ^^;
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[Alex Thomas]

And I don’t want the world to see me…

…Cause I don’t think that they’d understand.

Alex purposely ignored Charles’s remark about how the other boy could be there if he wanted. Alex knew that, but honestly he couldn’t figure out why the kid wanted to be there. He couldn’t help but laugh when the younger boy said that lung cancer could kill him. “I’ve done worse things than smoking that could kill me,” he replied. He could still clearly remember being sent to rehab his freshman year after oding on some pill he’d been popping at the time. He couldn’t even tell you what it was. He was constantly doped up at that time, and couldn’t remember anything that he had been on. He took another drag off the cigarette before being asked if he and Charles should know each other. Shrugging, he put out the cigarette and said, “Know his name. Don’t know him.” Honestly Alex didn’t know much about Charles. If he’d ever spent any time with the other senior, he would’ve had to have been drunk or extremely doped up because he couldn’t ever recall being around him more than possibly having a class or two together.

He was never really the type of person to get to know others anyway…well, not consciously. Usually when he realized he was, he started to push people away. He didn’t want to have any friends, especially ones who were honestly really good people, when he fell back to his old ways. He knew it was only a matter of time. His old dealer was back on his contact list, and he’d been invited to more than one party lately. He just hadn’t used either yet. The pull grew stronger every day, though. If he was drunk or doped up he wouldn’t have to deal with his issues because they wouldn’t exist anymore. Twisted thinking, he knew. But, it was all he knew to do and he hated being trapped in his thoughts.

tag;; reid/charles/open
word count;; 303
ooc;; *waves* HI! XD and i think my muse is sick *pokes muse*

[Charles Simms]

jacket && shirt && pants && shoes

Charles just stood there listening to the two speak back and forth to one another, though, he was pretty sure he wasn't really paying much attention at all, because he really had no idea what they were saying. His body was telling him that he needed to do something else, his body was craving the smoke he had stuffed into his bag somewhere. Groaning slightly to himself, Charles bent down to his bag and rummaged through it for the smoke he acquired only a few days ago from one of his best sellers he knew of. Placing it between his lips, Charles pulled out a lighter as well and lit it, taking a long drag on it, letting the smoke swirl around in his mouth and then let the smoke flow from his mouth freely.

When he finally came back to reality around him, holding the smoke between his lips he stared towards the two once more, hearing the last bit of their conversation and raised an eyebrow as he looked towards the other senior, as he removed the stick from his mouth, allowing the smoke to come freely once more "Hmm, Alex, right?" he gave a small smirk, then shrugged a bit. Charles placed the drag back into between his lips, taking another long hit from it and allowing the smoke to swirl around his mouth once more, let it go freely once more, as he held the stick in between his fingers then looked off towards Reid "Seriously, you should be heading to class." he said with a small grin "This isn't a place for you, Reid." he admitted to him.

word count: 273
tags: reid, alex, open
mood: hungry
currently listening to: nothing at the moment
outfits: from Urban Outfitter
notes: it's a bit short, sorry