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Post by Ryuu James on Feb 27, 2008 16:34:33 GMT -5
“Shut up. I get uncomfortable wearing shirts. Don’t ask,” he shared his silly little ‘thing’ with Max. Like roomies were supposed to, right? They told each other everything about themselves, till there was nothing left to hide. He tried to get excited about a new range of necklaces, but they really weren’t doing it for him, so he started playing critic in his own head when Max snatched the magazine away.
“Don’t get your hopes up, queer Mc Greer,” he snarled, “My parents were in the fashion industry. I’ve always been interested. They own a grungy little shop down in Brooklyn. Quite successful. Now give it back before I kick your nu- shins,” he was about to say nuts, but didn’t really think Max had any, and reached out to grab the book, without making too much effort to sit up. He really couldn’t be arsed.
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Post by reagan swan;; on Feb 27, 2008 16:43:37 GMT -5
It was strange that Cy had a thing against shirts, but he didn’t bother questioning it. He held the magazine, he himself had never really been into fashion that much. “Queer Mc Greer” He laughed, “That’s a new one” He muttered, whilst flipping through the magazine. Frowning at Cy, he moved the magazine out of his reach, he hadn’t finished with it yet. It was annoying Cy so he would keep is as long as he wanted.He sat down on the edge of Cy’s bed, not bothering that he was too close, and that he was uninvited and continued looking.
“Oh come on” He said, the page he was looking at was filled with random jewellery, “You buy jewellery and you’re not gay” He laughed, it was quite ironic. But stereotypes were always wrong. He made himself comfortable, half lying, at the foot of Cy’s bed, opposite him. Ha. He wondered how long it was until he got pushed off.
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Post by cy on Feb 29, 2008 15:51:36 GMT -5
He frowned when Max didn’t give it back, and crossed his legs, leaning his elbows on his knees and resting his head in his hands - looking irritatingly hot. For once he wished he wasn’t so toned and good looking - glaring at the gay little pixie at the end of his bed.
“Ew, no way. Those necklaces are gross,” he narrowed his eyes. Did Max really think he had such bad taste/have no fashion sense?
“And I’m not buying anything. All my clothes are from the thrift store. Money’s tight these days,” he sighed, biting his lip. He never had any money, and he’d gotten into Watson’s on a scholarship. His parents were very poor. The shop in Brooklyn didn’t bring in much of a prophet.
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Post by maxxie oliver;; on Feb 29, 2008 16:08:07 GMT -5
Maxxie finally chucked the magazine across the bed back to Cy, his nose crinkled up, but that was just to be annoying.
"Still, you look at jewelery" He muttered, smiling to himself, and tried not to think of how hot Cy looked right now. Seriously he complained about Maxxie staring at him, but he wasn't exactly making the situation any easier. So he could blame himself.
He put his arms behind his head, making himself comfortable as he glanced over his laptop screen. "Why bother looking if you're not going to buy anything...?" Maxxie asked, but it was more of a comment not a question. He looked away when Cy bit his lip, he'd come to the conclusion the boy was purposefully doing this. "Thrift store?" he asked, he seemed to have missed a part in the conversation, maybe due to his constant battling with himself inside his head. |
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Post by Ryuu James on Feb 29, 2008 16:16:32 GMT -5
“Yes. Thrift store. It’s where poor people shop,” he said acidly, leaning back too, crossing one leg over the other. He then folded his arms. His body language couldn’t be more negative if he’d tried. The steely glare he’d fixed Maxxie with was the final barrier. He was feeling very awkward with Max on the other end of the bed, his feet coming level with Cy’s knees. Why did he have to be so close? No matter how much Cy wanted to tell him to fuck off, he had a bit more manners than that, so resisted the better part of his will and tried to be friendly.
“You’d make a good model, you know. Strong eyes,” he said stiffly. Cy had tried modelling a few times, and really enjoyed it. The problem was he didn’t have time to spare for enough shoots to get proper money. He couldn’t wait for summer break, he’d have plenty of time.
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Post by maxxie oliver;; on Feb 29, 2008 16:27:23 GMT -5
Maxxie couldn't tell if his cheeks had gone slightly red or not, so he decided not to reply. Looking across at Cy, he had to force himself not to laugh, it was so obvious that the younger boy wanted Max to move, and was uncomfortable with his close presence. It was amusing, well to Max anyway.
One of his eyebrows lifted as Cy mentioned Maxxie being a good model, he couldn't tell if he was being serious or sarcastic. That was the problem with this kid, Maxxie couldn't figure him out.
Deciding it was a sarcastic comment, judging by his tone, Max narrowed his eyes, but then smiled, "Whatever" He laughed. He had once tried modeling, just because he knew his parents would not approve. "I once had a go at it, I prefer the dancing though" He mumbled, remembering the few tries he had at modeling and why he hadn't liked the experience, "I reckon you could make it as a model, if you wanted" he was being serious, after all he did find this guy seriously gorgeous. "You should get together a folder or something" He suggested, forgetting how much it cost to get professional shots. |
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Post by cy on Mar 1, 2008 15:00:03 GMT -5
He shrugged, brushing off the fact Max had thought he was being sarcastic.
“I’ve tried. But seriously, the number of teenage girls I had to put up with in just one day…never…again,” he shuddered, remembering a shoot for a clothing catalogue. He’d been in the under 16 category, and all the girls trying to get his number sickened him.
“I might have to talk to Liam or Alex about that…Money’s tight,” he frowned, then hoped to all the Angels and Devils that Max wasn’t a photographer, guessing how eager he would have been to take photos for him. No fucking way was he going to pose in front of Mr Queer. Not a chance.
“What do you do for fun then? Apart from ogling me,” he asked, the second sentence thick with acid.
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Post by maxxie oliver;; on Mar 1, 2008 16:31:21 GMT -5
"Ha" Maxxie said, instead of actually laughing, he imagined that actually happening, it was quite a funny picture in his head. "Well I get that, and I'm gay for fucks sake" He said with a shrug, it didn't happen much anymore, because nearly everyone knew he was gay. He didn't keep it a secret. But he'd had bad experiences with girls in the past, that just didn't seem to understand what that word meant.
"I guess you could ask one of them, I'm sure they'll do it" He said, pulling himself up slightly so he was sitting up, straighter.
Maxxie pushed his hair out of his face, "I dance" He said plainly, thinking Cy would have known this, but he obviously hadn't told him. "Don't you dare laugh" He warned, a serious look on his face, "It's not like I do ballet" He added, completely ignoring the comment about his ogling.
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Post by cy on Mar 2, 2008 3:05:10 GMT -5
Cy snorted ‘Attention seeker’ he thought.
“That must be annoying,” he said, almost sounding sympathetic. He lay back, relaxing a little when he convinced himself gay boy wasn’t going to try anything funny.
Cy shook his head, smiling slightly.
“Why would I laugh? I seriously can’t see you in a tutu,” he raised an eyebrow, glancing down at the floor. That would be a scary sight to behold.
“So, what do you do?” he asked. It’d probably be something stupid like Jazz or Modern Funk or Break Dancing. Something useless that doesn’t actually help you dance to any music at all. Cy would like to be able to dance, but he decided that fashion and singing was where he drew the line for his hobbies. Any more odd stuff and he’d be officially on team gay[oh yes, I used an IM reference x3]
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Post by maxxie oliver;; on Mar 2, 2008 4:15:12 GMT -5
Maxxie shrugged, "Yeah well" He replied, a silly smirk on his face, he couldn't help it, and most likely came of big headed, but oh well. He folded his arms across his well built chest, and shrugged again, "Most people seem to find that fact rather hilarious" He admitted, that got really annoying as well. Just because he danced didn't make him gay, and although he was gay, it was still irritating that people assumed it straight away. So stereotypical.
"I kinda do a bit of everything" Maxxie explained, he'd studied various forms of dance, and loved them all. "Tap, Street, Theatre dancing... and yeah" He concluded, not bothering to finish, because he knew it probably didn't sound very interesting, especially to Cy anyway. "So you just sing?" He asked.
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Post by cy on Mar 4, 2008 2:24:17 GMT -5
Cy nodded, genuinely impressed. Where did this kid find the time to do all that?
“I had a mate back in Brooklyn who did tap. Straight as a ruler, but the guys used to beat the crap out of him because of it…actually, the guys used to beat the crap out of everyone,” he laughed slightly, remembering his old school. What a shit hole that had been. Luckily Cy was bright enough to get a scholarship to Watson’s, and he was really glad he had.
“Yeh, I sing. God that sounds girly,” he rolled his eyes at himself, “Although…I used to take singing lesions, and I got kicked out ‘cause my teacher thought I sounded like a cat having an asthma attack,” he grinned lopsidedly, and tipped his head to the side, hiding behind his hair. He really hoped Max wouldn’t ask him to sing. He’d rather slit his wrist than sing one of his own songs to Mc Greer.
“I write too. But not too well,” he stuck out his tongue and made a face of disgust. Maybe that’d put him off. Licking his lips thoughtfully, he put an ankle on his knee, realising he was blocking out Max. He didn’t care though, this convocation was going too close to home, and he didn’t want to talk about Brooklyn. He missed it so badly, he knew he’d probably start blubbing or something.
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Post by maxxie oliver;; on Mar 4, 2008 12:20:28 GMT -5
Maxxie laughed, no one had really take the piss out of him because he danced, mostly because half the people at his old boarding school knew, and many of them were so stuck up they flinched if someone swore. "My school was some posh Monastery" He said, the memories coming back to him. He had had hardly any friends back at his old junior school.
His blue eyes turned to focus on Cy, leaving the dull wall he had been focusing his attention too. "God, fashion, singing..." Max grinned, "You sound gay enough" He said, the tone of his voice sounding disappointed.
A smirk on his face Max flicked his own hair out of his eyes with a swift hand movement, "Go on then" He asked, although he knew Cy would probably never dare sing to him. "Show us what you got?" He grinned, but frowned slightly at Cy's next movement. "What's up with you?" He asked, as he realised the other boy seemed to be thinking about something.
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Post by cy on Mar 4, 2008 12:35:58 GMT -5
Cy raised an eyebrow.
“Lucky sod. My school was the nastiest, most out of order school in the world. It’s a good thing I was on the good side of the bullies or I’d probably be ten feet under by now,” he shuddered, remembering all the beatings he’d seen. Someone had even been stabbed on school grounds, but the teachers were on such low wages they didn’t dare step in.
“Like I said, don’t get your hopes up,” he rolled his eyes, and wrung his hands thoughtfully.
He groaned, but then a slight smirk played on his lips. Thinking for a moment, he tried to remember the words to his favourite set of lyrics. He sat up straight, and started singing the first verse of his his favourite song. He suddenly stopped, his face slightly red.
“Sorry…I should stop kidding myself. I’m crap…” he sighed, and ran a hand through his hair.
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Post by maxxie oliver;; on Mar 4, 2008 13:18:36 GMT -5
"Now that would be a shame" Maxxie said, and that wasn't supposed to be sarcastic in any way.
He crossed his legs underneath him, sitting like a four year old did at primary school, his head resting on his hands.
Maxxie pretended to frown, he could get his hopes up, although he knew Cy was always going to be a ruler. Ruler for life (:
Surprised that he actually shared one of his songs with him, he watched him intently as he sang. He was pretty good.
"You've gone red" Maxxie laughed, deliberately pointing that out to be especially annoying. "You're not crap, surprisingly you're pretty awesome" He smiled, standing up at last to stretch his muscular arms, a yawn escaping his lips.
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