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Post by Jared Miles Platt on Apr 8, 2008 16:37:28 GMT -5
[/b][/i][/center][/color] Jared was a bit bummed out today. Ryuu was majorly sick with food poisoning; so sick, that Jared couldn’t even visit him. He strutted slowly down the sidewalk that lined the busy street, breathing the fresh air, Starbucks coffee on his mind. Since he had come to Miami, he had yet to visit the local Starbucks and snag some coffee. Maybe it would cheer him up? Sweet, delicious smells exploded into Jared’s face when he opened the door to the popular coffee shop. It made his mouth water and he rushed over to the girl at the counter to order a cup of coffee. A few moments passed and the girl handed Jared his requested coffee and he found a two-seat table over by a window. After sitting down, Jared peacefully began stirring in some extra cream into his coffee with a straw. He couldn’t wait to take a sip. OOC: I'm so sorry this took me like... a day. >.< I got caught up in homework. -explodes-Now he drags down miles in America
briefcase in hand.
The stove is creeping up his spine again,
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Post by Irja James on Apr 9, 2008 22:11:05 GMT -5
++Still, still you're in my heart++
Irja had stared up at the odd 'Starbucks' logo not fifteen minutes before Jared, ponding why American signs were such nonsense. Walking into the petite coffee shop, not knowing of it's popularity, found himself in a decent line before the cash register and a huge menu above him full of drink names. He sighed in relief for the wait, giving him time to translate the menu decently. Oh how he missed French, so much easier to read.
++Deep down in my heart++
Moments later he was in front of a kind cashier, asking for a coffee of a blend he did not recognize but felt daring enough to try. Handing over the American dollars he stared around the room with interest. It had a welcoming feel, with soft cushioned armchairs and glowing low-hanging lights. Irja had felt quite homesick over the past week, and on top of that Ryuu was pissed at him about what happened in the dorm hallway. The mug the other employee handed him from behind the counter was warm to the touch and it's vapor scent curved his face into a smile. It smelled absolutely delicious, and he was sure it would taste just as good.
The senior student sat himself on a nearby chair with a matching table.
++You'll never leave my heart++
Before long he looked up from the text book he had snatched from his bag, sipping from the caffeinated drink. The line was still there, loosing some of it's members as they waited for their orders to be filled, and gaining more as the bell on the door jingled heartily. He recognized some of them from school, but most quickly ran out after receiving their drink, most likely to study for tests. Skimming the History lesson for anything he might have missed, he glanced towards the door often with curiosity as to who would come into it. There were some interesting people in Miami, this he had noticed his first week at Watsons. Testing wasn't exactly what you could call fun, but it wasn't awful either. What caught his emerald eyes, made him look again. It was Jared, walking into the building to grab a drink. Irja could feel a sort of remorse about their last meeting with each other, but it was cast in a shadow by his joy to see someone he knew well. At least more then most other students. Jared took a seat aways abit, in a two seated table. He gathered his things, slinging the worn bag over his shoulder and headed quickly towards the other. Irja's face had curved into a warm smile, and his voice showed his delight in seeing a familiar, " Jared! How are you? It is nice to see you here at Starbooks." He exclaimed, stopping at the edge of the table, " Can I sit with you?"
++Fill me with ecstasy++
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Post by Jared Miles Platt on Apr 12, 2008 12:35:20 GMT -5
[/color] Jared said, waving. Whether or not he really meant that, he wasn't sure. The last time he saw Irja he was overly drunk making out with him in the dorm hallways... which got him in a load of trouble with Ryuu. He and Ryuu had patched up the holes now, though, and Jared didn't really want them to become un-patched again. Still, he couldn't resist saying "Yeah, take a seat!" to Irja after he asked about sitting with Jared. "Would this be your first visit to Starbucks?" Jared asked, laughing. OOC: I feel like I've been apologizing too much lately, but what else can I do? I'm so sorry this is like... extremely short and... bad. x( Something went wrong when I tried to originally post this and everything I had just.. vanished. >.< Sooo... I just typed up something short out of anger because I couldn't remember all I put. Hopefully, it's still... satisfactory. =/[/ul][/font][/sub] |
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Post by Irja James on Apr 14, 2008 18:41:08 GMT -5
++This love has taken its toll on me++
Irja was defiantly happy to see Jared, but he was not oblivious to the side-glares and hateful feelings Ryuu currently held for him. In fact he was quite aware of them, and while he had thought that making Ryuu mad to pay for what he had done was what he wanted, doing so had made him feel worse. Even so, he held a smirk as to not let his brother win in this little race to the finish. Ryuu seemed determined to ignore Irja as much as possible, while the identical male only tried to make his day worse. It had felt good at first to swing a few mental blows at his twin, but now he only regretted coming to Watsons and leaving behind Claire and her child. The thought of it tugged at his mind day and night with worry of their situation. Irja's father, though angry at Irja, still sent him money thinking he would need, knowing not of it being redirected to another address in Dijon.
++She said Goodbye too many times before++
Warmth broke out on his face as the memory of the week before pestered him again, along with an image of Fly. Wishing he hadn't greeted Jared, he sat in the chair opposite, attempting to mask his fluster. Irja ran a hand of fingers through his deep brunette hair, sighing as though class had tired him," It is quite warm in here is it not?" he said, before realizing how that sounded. He felt like letting his head fall onto the table for saying such a stupid thing, though his mind attempted to find a way to fix what could not be unsaid. " Sorry, I did not mean that." he fumbled with the excuse, his english skills had improved greatly, but many things still confused him with the English grammar. " Yes. I have never been to this Restuurahnt before. Do they only serve drinks here?" he replied, still wondering why they didn't sell sandwiches or something filling to go along with the meal. He had only seen small pastries at the cashier that would just barely provide for a snack.
++And her heart is breaking in front of me++
He had been thinking over what happened between the two of them before bed the past night, and realized that he truly owed Jared an apology. Not only for causing him and Ryuu's break-up, but for using him to for his own purposes. " Jared, I wanted to apologize. " exhaling deeply he continued, fingering the handle of his coffee cup wilst looking away, "When you were... Drunk the other night. I should not have taken advantage of you while you were so wasted. It was not in my place to let you... Kiss me. " Irja could not feel that expression people often use of taking the weight off your chest. It felt as heavy as ever as though confessing an apology to someone only made it worse. He knew he probably wasn't saying sorry to all who deserved it, but he refused to say such a thing to Ryuu after how awful he had been to him.
++I have no choice cause I won't say goodbye anymore++
:: No really, it's fine. Ignore my rare long posts, their just odd bursts of muse.  ::
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Post by Jared Miles Platt on Apr 18, 2008 17:28:33 GMT -5
[/color] he said, chuckling afterward. The situation was still a little awkward, though. Jared would have to admit that Irja was "hot", and he was pretty sure Irja could say the same about him, whether or not either of them wanted to admit it. Thankfully, Irja started speaking again and broke the long, silent moment of awkwardness. "They've got a few things other than drinks," Jared began to answer Irja's question, pointing over at the pastries at the counter, "but this place is known for its coffee." He then took a long, pleasant sip from his coffee mug, wiping his mouth with the sleeve of his jacket afterward. Not knowing at all what to say about Irja's apology about making out with Jared while he was drunk, Jared was quiet for a couple of moments and tried his best to come up with something. He didn't want to just not say anything and ignore the subject, that would be rude. Irja was apologizing after all. But did he really need to? Jared shook his head at his own thoughts. "No... I should have been more aware of things. It's all my fault. I was the one that kissed you in the first place," Jared said, "Just... don't worry about it. What's done is done."OOC: My muse has returned!  [/sub][/ul][/font] |
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Post by Irja James on Apr 20, 2008 0:21:46 GMT -5
×× Will someone please call a surgeon ××
Awkward as it was, the moment was not as tense as he had feared it would be. Sipping at the warm drink, unease drifted over his senses, partly because being with Jared reminded him of someone, and because though he had apologized it was not enough to repair the damage in Ryuu's relationship with Jared and himself. All in all, he was guilty of any crack that might result in the previous week's incident between the two lovers. It brought him a guilt that now sided with his guilt towards Claire, weighing on his mind often in his days at school. Jared's response surprised the young 'adult', " But-.... " He stammered, sure that it was not Jared's fault at all. Seeing as he had brushed the subject aside, Irja silenced himself from expressing his thoughts.
×× Who can crack my ribs and repair this broken heart ××
The whole week had been such a tormenting experience, with Jared, Ryuu, and too many other thoughts to compute with schoolwork teetering atop the swaying pile. Somehow he had managed to get to the weekend without a nervous breakdown, but he still found it lurking there waiting for him to break. He just had too much right now. He couldn't help but worry over Claire and Louis who were millions of miles away on their own, Fly whom he'd never told he was leaving Dijon, Kailie his little brother who had been left also in Dijon without much but afew letters from his brother, Jared and Ryuu, and ever more things. It was in his nature to over-worry.
×× Don't you feed me lines about some idealistic future ××
Bringing himself to stare back at Jared, and away from his thoughts, he nodded slowly reluctantly agreeing with Jared though inside he felt completely opposite. It would do no good to argue over the subject, nor did he feel like he had the energy to. And though, yes Irja did find the other male very attractive, and felt towards him, his emotions would not seem to stir on such a torn week. Drawing a hand back toward himself, and away from his beverage, he placed it against the side of his head rubbing the temple there subconsciously as he attempted to find a way to start more conversation. Stirring the quiet that had settled might bring the atmosphere to a less imposing breath. " Jared, do you have family somewhere waiting for you...? " , He inquired, pondering if Jared might want to talk about it, and whether it might help to sooth his mind on the Family matters.
×× Your heart won't heal right if you keep tearing out the sutures ××
:: This was done really late at night after I had drank 2 energy drinks hours beforehand, and was on a major energy crash. xD; So, if it doesn't make sense to you, I apologize. Even as I'm writing it it doesn't make much sense to me. Just jabbering. ;; ::
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Post by wowposter on Nov 8, 2008 9:32:04 GMT -5
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