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Post by Aiden Mitchell on Feb 20, 2009 23:41:58 GMT -6
I don't care what you think...
...As long as it's about me. [/b] Classes had ended not too long ago. The school was practically empty besides some students who stayed after to work on whatever it was they wanted to work on. Aiden made his way through the school to the music room, bringing along with him a half gone box of Capri-Sun. He wanted to work on a song he was learning for his music class. He hadn’t gotten it down yet and he was supposed to perform it in front of his class in two days. He poked his head into the room, making sure it was empty before going inside. With a smile on his face, he walked over to one of the keyboards and sat down, setting the Capri-Sun box on the floor. He pulled out one of the little packets of the drink and set it on the keyboard before pulling out sheet music from the box. He double checked the keyboard was on the right setting before starting to play the song and sing the lyrics the teacher had provided him with. He got half-way through before stopping. “Still pitchy,” he said to himself.
He then opened the Capri-Sun he’d taken out of the box and drank some of it while staring at the sheet music as if giving it a stare down would help him get the pitch right. Aiden then sat aside the small juice packet and said to the sheet music, “You know, I could be elsewhere, doing fun-er things. But, you will not co-operate with me. Why must you be such a weird song to sing? Why? Do you enjoy making my life harder?” Aiden sighed before pouting a bit and then grabbing the Capri-Sun to finish off the small amount of it that was left. Yes, he knew he was talking to a piece of paper as if he expected it to talk back; but, honestly, he didn’t care. It was just something he did. Often times his friends would find him talking to inanimate objects like his computer or cell phone. With a sigh, he dropped the empty Capri-Sun packet into the box before realizing he wasn’t alone in the music room anymore. [/size] tag;; brayden
word count;; 362
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Post by } brayden elijah bristol on Feb 24, 2009 13:54:47 GMT -6
A loud bang could be heard as Brayden Bristol’s head collided with his locker, ”Damnit, I effing hate him so fricken much!” He exclaimed, his brooding coming across to most as flamboyant. He winced as he felt the ringing pain of his collision with the locker. He had just been in yet another angry conflict with his impossible English professor. He didn’t understand why the guy hated him so damn much, what had he ever done to him? Nothing! He just had this humongous unreasonable hatred for his student and that was obviously something Bray couldn’t handle. He was quite used to everyone liking him and when someone didn’t, he could barely stand to exist. He would spend far too much time trying to figure what it was that he could do to fix himself so that he satisfied them.
It took him awhile but eventually he noticed that quite a few people in the hallway had turned to stare at him, he turned a rather violent shade of pink and looked down towards his converse. ”Er, ignore that?” He suggested at them though it was highly unlikely anyone had been able to make out his mumble. After he was certain that everyone had walked away, he ran a hand nervously through his hair and looked up, smiling a bit at the fact that they were in fact gone and new people had replaced them as he made his way towards the music room. He was almost certain no one would be in there right now so it would be a pretty safe place to go and brood alone. As he reached the room it soon grew apparent that he wouldn’t be alone after all as he heard another boy singing, his boy singing…well, he wished anyway.
Brayden leaned against the door frame deciding to be nice and let Aiden finish his song before distracting him from his work, besides he loved to hear him…he sounded amazing. He had to hold back a laugh as his best friend began talking to his music sheet, obviously he was in one of his moods. ”Well hello there hot stuff.” He teased from the doorway, giggling a bit before making his way over to him throwing an arm around the other boy’s shoulders, ”You’re in denial by the way…you sounded spectacular. “ He smiled brightly and threw his hands into the air at the end to further emphasize his claims.
` tag : aiden !
` muse : alright .
` word count : four hundred four .
` miscellaneous : hiii xD
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Post by Aiden Mitchell on Feb 24, 2009 16:30:53 GMT -6
I don't care what you think...
...As long as it's about me. [/b] Aiden smiled brightly at the other person, who just so happened to be his best friend and the most perfect person on the planet. Well, the latter being Aiden’s opinion, but still…When Brayden put his arm around his shoulders he instantly and instinctively wrapped an arm around the other boy’s waist. “You’re in denial by the way…you sounded spectacular. “ Aiden didn’t even bother arguing with Brayden though he didn’t quite agree with the statement. The other boy would always win in the end, so it didn’t do much good to even try. He was just too damn adorable to not give in to. “Anything interesting happen to you today?” he asked his best friend with a smile. He always liked to hear about Brayden’s day, no matter how boring and unimportant it may have been. Mostly he liked to hear about it because he enjoyed listening to Brayden talk. Aiden was pretty talkative by nature, and could talk anyone’s ear off; but, he liked to listen to people too…especially Brayden. It’d been that way practically since they met. Aiden honestly couldn’t remember how he and Brayden met. He was just glad they did. Honestly, he’d probably be completely lost without the other boy. He tended to get really moody and pouty if he went any significant amount of time without seeing his best friend.
By nature Aiden was an affectionate person, latching onto his friends like they were his lifelines or something. But, he’d admit that he liked latching on to Brayden more. There was just something about him that made Aiden want to hang on to him as much as possible. He was just so adorable Aiden couldn’t help it. “Oh, I just remembered; I made a new friend today…Penny. I drew a completely adorable stick-dog in class and we named it…but, I don’t remember what it was.” Aiden wasn’t particularly known for his memory; but, he was known for remembering things at random times and voicing them without second thought.
[/size] tag;; brayden
word count;; 333
ooc;; eh, kinda rambly...
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Post by } brayden elijah bristol on Feb 24, 2009 17:25:35 GMT -6
A bright smile lit Brayden's features as Aiden's arm flew to his waist, he would never get over how amazing it was that his best friend slash infatuation was every bit as clingy as he was. Seriously, how many people got to be all over the person they wanted most (when it wasn't mutual) all the time? Okay, so maybe quite a few but still! He took the other boy's silence in response to his previous remark as a victory, " What's that I hear, silence? I believe that is yet another victory for Brayden!" Throwing both arms into the air for a bit of gloating before returning them to their previous positions. His nose scrunched a bit at Aiden's question, it seemed he had all but forgotten his encounter with satan until the other boy had unknowingly brought it to his mind again. "Ugh!" He whined throwing his head back in distress before looking towards him again, still looking quite pitiful. "Well, my day would have been just fine if my stupid english teacher didn't hate me!" He pouted, laying his head onto his friend's shoulder. Brayden was definitely a boy who went from mood to the next quite often, in fact the only emotion most people don't see in him is anger, as in general if it gets that far he simply goes all whiny instead. It tends to either cause people to be annoyed with him or endeared by him, he could only hope his best friend would go with the second option. Brayden and Aiden had never fought once since they became friends and year ago and he was starting to think that was the way things would always be, they were simply a match made in heaven.
Brayden shook his head and laughed a bit as Aiden began to tell him all about what had happened to him in the last...however long it had been, seriously could he be anymore adorable? He pouted a bit when he said that he couldn't remember his name, "But Aiden," He started, stretching the other boy's name out in a whine, "You have to remember his name! How else am I to go on?!" He finished, obviously teasing as a slight smirk began to form. Now that was an expression you didn't receive very often from Brayden Bristol.
` tag : aiden !
` muse : alright .
` word count : three eighty nine .
` miscellaneous : yeah i went on about a lot of pointless stuff . xD
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Post by Aiden Mitchell on Feb 24, 2009 19:55:56 GMT -6
I don't care what you think...
...As long as it's about me. [/b] Both boys were known for their affectionate nature; but, Aiden couldn’t stop the fact that his heart leaped a little each time Brayden decided to use him as a human pillow. He gave the boy who he had his arm around an affectionate squeeze as he said, “Well, your stupid English teacher needs a reality check or something. How can he hate you? That’s like…I don’t know…it’s impossible, that’s what it is.” Aiden honestly couldn’t see how anyone could hate Brayden. He was the most loveable person ever; Aiden was quite sure the boy could make even the meanest person melt. “I think you should forget about mean teacher person; because the idiot’s not worth it. Plus…you’ve got me!” Aiden smiled childishly at Brayden, laughing slightly as well.
When Brayden said his name with a small whine, he smiled slightly at the boy who made every day better for him. “You have to remember his name! How else am I to go on?!" Aiden just shrugged a bit and was about to say something, but stopped mid-thought before gasping dramatically. “Oh, my God. Someone call the presses! Brayden Bristol just smirked. It’s true; he did, ladies and gentleman!” Aiden couldn’t resist calling the other boy out on the small smirk that crossed his face as it wasn’t seen too often. Brayden tended to smile or pout more than anything. While Aiden thought the boy’s smile and ever adorable pout were the cutest things ever to grace the earth, he thought that the boy’s smirk was the sexiest thing…ever. Period. But, of course, nobody really knew that as it wasn’t a fact Aiden shared with anyone. Aiden reached down and grabbed a Capri-Sun with the arm that wasn’t occupied with being around Brayden’s waist. “Want one?” he asked with a smile. [/size] tag;; brayden
word count;; 301
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