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Post by { L I A M bradenton on Jan 17, 2008 14:28:40 GMT -5
You're Sweating Me :: Girl And It's :: Not Even SubtleLiam was a little bit of a strange dude. He could wear bright purple pants and get away with it. His shirt happened to be a line from a song called "Allison" by Permanent Me. He knew those guys before they got big, back when the band was still Dear, Virginia. They were friends, they loved the same kind of music. He had been closest with Justin and when he left the band, he lost touch with Brian, Michael and Joseph. He still loved their music and actually had teh song pumping loudly through his tiny white earphones, which connected to his cell phone, which doubled as a music player when his iPod was charging. He sang along quite quietly, hoping that no one noticed. Not that it mattered if they did, because he didn't care what people thought of him. Caring what people thought was lost when he pulled on the purple pants this morning. A few populars had walked past him and hissed some quite vile things at him, "Fag!", "Homo!" and "Creeper!" were a few of his favorites from today. Not for his whole life though, he had heard much worse directed at him. He tried not to let it bother him, but sometimes it hurts. Liam didn't have much of a thick skin... He walked over to the vending machine and shoved a dollar bill into it. It sent it back out and he cursed under his breath a little. "Fxck it. I hate this fxcking piece of sh!t." No one would hear, what was the big deal? He attempted to flatted the bill back out as the bridge of the song came. He stuck the dollar back in as he sang slightly louder. He noticed that there was a line behind him and the person two spots behind him had just yelled "Shut up, moron!". He shrugged it off as he pressed the letter and number buttons that corresponded with what he wanted. The machine spit out an Energy Vitamin Water and he got it out of the bin and exited the line. He opened it and took a sip. "Mmmmm." He took a deep breath and smiled.
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Post by reagan swan;; on Jan 17, 2008 14:46:07 GMT -5
Reagan was on the way to the cafeteria, all set with her two pound coin to grab a sandwhich from the cold food counter.
She heaved her small rucksack up, by jumping in the air, earning herself a few weird looks. She shrugged them off and hurried down the corridor.
She entered the busy food court, and looked around, trying to see anyone she recognised. Reagan twiddled the coin in her fingers, and moved quickly over to the counter she wanted, and waited in line behind a tall girl, who was probably younger than her. She hated being small, she was seventeen and a mere 5ft 2!
Her eyes wandered around the hall again, she must know someone in here. Finally here blue eyes spotted Liam over by the bin. She grinned, and gave a small wave, hoping he saw.
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Post by Ryuu James on Jan 17, 2008 14:53:06 GMT -5
[mind if I join in? =3]
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Post by reagan swan;; on Jan 17, 2008 14:59:00 GMT -5
ooc; me no mind x]
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Post by Ryuu James on Jan 17, 2008 15:01:17 GMT -5
[kay ^_^ wait for Liam first -sits and waits-]
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Post by { L I A M bradenton on Jan 17, 2008 15:01:58 GMT -5
Liam was still plugged into his iPod phone as the song changed to another PM song, this time "Christine". They named a lot of songs about girls, and it was funny because he had known most of those girls. Christine had lost her virginity to him... oh those were the days. Sometimes Liam would just kill to go back home for a while, but he knew that even if he could it wouldn't ever be the same. Everything had changed so much, he and the guys and the girls who always seemed to follow suit. He was a little happy that he had been so close with the "rockers". Girls had always seemed to be drawn to his friends and him, and it made him a lot more comfortable around them. And, man, were there some sweet looking girls back in Bellmore, NY...
He was looking around the caf as he sealed his water bottle back up, it was already halfway gone. He couldn't see anyone he knew as far as he could see so he made his way to the door. He opened it and took one last look back and saw a hand popping up out a crowd of people, waving in his general direction. He looked to his sides and behind him to make sure the hand wasn't waving at someone else. When he was sure that it hadn't been, he looked for the hand again. Sure enough, it was gone. He tried to remember where it had been. The bins. He traveled toward them and pushed through the crowd easily enough. He liked being tall, he had a bird's-eye view of life, and he could always see something if other people couldn't. Those just might be the only advantages of being 6'4" (193 centimeters, for you british folk). All his friends were shorter than him and it made it hard for him to hug people. And every girlfriend he had ever had in his high school life had been at least 8" shorter than him and that made a few things awkward; holding hands, kising a girl, sex, etc...
He finally pushed all the way through the crowd only to be faced with his favorite midget. 5'2 vs 6'4 was pretty funny to see. Not that he or Reagan could see it, but in pictures and videos and such... it was quite laughable! He reached her and smiled. "REAGANBEAR!" He laughed, as he slipped his arms around her waist and picked her up in the air. For this, they recieved a few stares. Well, it was either that or the pants. Maybe a combination...
((ooc ; sorry both my posts are so long, but they just seem to be flowing out of my fingers. it's unusual XD better than horribly short, i guess... (: and to neko, no i don't care. but Reagan was supposed to as Liam a serious question so as long as she still gets to do that... i'm good i guess. ))
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Post by reagan swan;; on Jan 17, 2008 15:16:04 GMT -5
Reagan frowned slightly, as Liam seemed to spend ages looking for her.
She yelped as he picked her up unexpectedly, "Hey!" She laughed, pushing down on his arms as hard as she could to make him drop her. "I'm not that small you know!" She added with her arms folded. "You looked like you were looking for a chav in a mosh pit" She giggled.
Her feet finally found the ground as she wriggled herself out of his grip. She fiddled with her 'Save a broom, ride a quidditch player' t-shirt, smoothening out the creases. She clenched the coin in her hand, and turned around to grab a Cheese roll.
"I could spot you a mile of" She laughed, turning back around after she had paid for her lunch. "BFG" She laughed, finding her own comment funny, but that was because she had a dirty mind. She suddenly remembered what Holly had asked her, and thought over in her head how to drop the hint that she liked him.
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Post by Ryuu James on Jan 17, 2008 15:35:46 GMT -5
[hum...I see where that's headed XD I'll keep out of it then =3]
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Post by { L I A M bradenton on Jan 17, 2008 15:36:55 GMT -5
Liam listened to her talk, over the chitter chatter of those around them. He strained to hear a few times but he always prided himself on never having to ask someone to repeat something. He was like a supersonic listener... or he would like to think he is. His insides did one of those sets of flips they had been doing lately. When, you ask? Around Reagan... that couldn't mean...? Oh no. He mentally shook his head as he pushed the thought out of his head, before he started to think about... too late. Dirty boy. He pushed the thought harder until it seemed to dissolve away. He laughed as she protested and tried to escape. They both knew it would never work, by principal, because he was bigger and taller and so his hands were bigger. Too big for tiny midget girl to slip out of. Haha, sucks for you. He laughed harder.
"That's where you're wrong. You are small. Very, freakishly small. And I'm okay with that. It makes it easier to throw you long distances!" He paused. She wasn't really a football, and he had never thrown her. (Okay, maybe once. But only in her dorm, onto her bed and it was gentle placing, not throwing. They had gone to the beach at night and she fell asleep so he carried her out to his car, drove her home and carried her into her bed. What a good friend (: ) He chuckled at her choice of words, 'chav' is just so fun to say. "And if I was in a mosh, I would be punching people and kicking and doing whatever it took to find my chav! I'm scary when I mosh, I am the king of moshing and I dare you to try and find someone better than me. Cause you won't. Cause I'm the king."
Reagan, much to Liam's disbelief, had managed to evade the mosh king's grip and drop about a foot from where she was back onto the floor. She straightened out her shirt as he just watched and laughed. She looked back up at him and he could almost feel his heart in his throat. 'This isn't normal...' he thought to himself. 'What the hxll is going on inside of my head right now?!' His laughing gradually trailed off and he eventually had stopped alltogether. He grinned like the Cheshire Cat (WHO DOESN'T LOVE ALICE IN WONDERLAND, COME ON!?) as she made her little comment. "I couldn't spot you ten feet off even if I had x-ray vision! And I may be big and giant, but I am not a manwhore. Don't call me friendly, small person."
((ooc; alright then, we'll do this somewhere else, later (: ))
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Post by reagan swan;; on Jan 17, 2008 15:59:43 GMT -5
Reagan looked around the half packed canteen, wondering whether she should eat here and grab a table for her and Liam; if she could ever find one.
She put her hands on her hips, striking her triumphant pose for beating the ‘big friendly giant’.
She laughed to herself, and soon stopped, noticing she wasn’t actually laughing at anything.
She pouted slightly, “Freakish is good” She stated when he called her freakishly small. She smiled at the next part of that comment, Liam always made her laugh, even if she didn’t find him funny at all.
“Woah” She said, as she began walking to the other side of the cafeteria, “I can clearly state that I am a much better mosher than you” She laughed, flicking her hair over her face and doing the rock symbol with her hands. She coughed and blew her hair out of her face. “I’m the King” She paused, “Queen” She corrected.
She raised her eyebrows at his impression of the oh so famous cat from Alice and Wonderland (DISNEY = AMAZING) but soon let out her unusual laugh. “Oh yes I forgot, you’re the pimp princess” She said, grabbing a chair at a nearby table, where a freshman was sitting, and obviously saving the seats for his friends. She ignored his looks and sat down anyway.
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Post by { L I A M bradenton on Jan 17, 2008 16:19:08 GMT -5
Liam just gave her a look like she had grown twelve extra heads, one with a long white beard, as she laughed to herself. He didn't laugh along because neither of them had said anything. He swooned as she laughed, and wanted to smile so wide, but supressed the urge. He couldn't like her, she got bored easily and he got broken easily. There was a 100% that that would end very, very badly... He snapped out of his thoughts as her laughing slowed down a bit and he just shifted his eyes a bit and screwed up his face in confused - ness. "...I don't get it." He said, quietly, still really confused. He helped her, assuming that she was looking around for an empty table. He saw none but she began to lead them into the mass of full tables anyway. "Freakish isn't always good, I think you just make it good." He shrugged, mentally kicking himself for complimenting her. She couldn't know he thought about her like this, it couldn't get out...
"I clearly think you are very, fxcking wrong. Just because you're a chick doesn't mean that you're better, you have an advantage. I can't stab people with stiletto heels while I mosh and poke holes in them! If you take that away, you have no skills. Plain and simple." Liam shrugged, he could have agreed with her just to be nice, but that would be lying. She laughed again and he had to hold himself together, his knees buckled, his insides melted. There had to be something more to this... this couldn't just be a crush. Liam internally decided that later he would go see the school nurse. Reassureance. As she shooed the little freshman away and they sat down he heard her princess comment and he laughed along.
"No way. Dude, if I was a princess, I would go all out. We're talking huge frilly dresses, fxcking, like, nine inch heels, curly princess hair, diamond crown, scepter, all the fancy sh!t. I would be the pimpinest princess to ever rule this planet." He laughed. Thank god Liam was NOT a princess... "And, of course, I would have to rule some like really fxcking weird little country, like Azerbyjan or some sh!t."
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Post by reagan swan;; on Jan 17, 2008 16:36:16 GMT -5
Reagan set down her roll in front of her and dumped her small rucksack next to it on the table. She waved her hand as if to say ‘don’t worry’ she smiled, trying to remember what she had actually laughed at in the first place. Giving up on remembering, she looked up again.
“I have very many skills thank you very much Mr know it all” She said sternly, “I guess you will just never find out what they are” She said with a slight smirk appearing on her face.
She tucked a loose strand that had fallen back down in front of her face and placed it behind her ears.
She unwrapped the small roll in front of her, she never seemed to eat much; maybe that was why she didn’t grow very much, or maybe she was just destined to be a prize midget for the rest of her life.
“And I don’t wear heels” She pointed out, “I’m star of the hobbits, so I try not to make myself taller” She grinned, totally contradicting what she said earlier about being small.
She listened as he explained his idea of a princess, “You forgot your pony and carriage” She said, interrupting his long list of necessary things that were needed to be the ultimate princess.
“You could so make those curls work” She laughed, squinting her eyes and tried to imagine ringlets on Liam. She found this immensely funny, “Aww” She teased. “I’ll say lilac’s your colour as well”
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Post by { L I A M bradenton on Jan 17, 2008 16:50:26 GMT -5
Liam took a breath as she sat down to his left. She got settled and he was silent, for once. She waved her hand and, being a guy, he didn't get it. He decided that he'd already made himself look dumb enough, he didn't need to ask what she meant again. He soon forgot about it as she opened her mouth and sound floated out of it. He held back a laugh and then he saw her smirk. The deadly smirk. The thought popped into his head, and out of his mouth, before he could stop himself. "What? You mean like sex?" As soon as he realized that he had said it out loud, he must have had an internal war to supress the blush that he was positive would follow such a realization. He managed to keep it cool, when on the inside he was abseloutly flipping out. He listened to her talk about not wearing heels, and ponies, and lilac as he sat there, astounded that he had let that slip out. His eyes must have been wide, his jaw even slightly dropped. He was usually so in control around her, and around girls in general. What if he was losing his touch. He tried to forget about it but the question seemed to echo inside his head, almost haunting him. He wished he could crawl under a rock, or erase her memory, or something... he just blew his cover and he knew it.
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Post by reagan swan;; on Jan 17, 2008 16:59:59 GMT -5
Reagan laughed, “Caught on eh?” She giggled as he finally answered to something she had said, she took a bite out of her roll, and swallowed before she spoke again, she shrugged, “Like I said, you’ll never know” She said grinning again.
Reagan looked at him, a strange look in her eyes, she frowned slightly, Liam was being unusually silent, he was the one that would talk away all the time. She tried to think of why he was acting strange, and then the thought of Holly popped into her head again, which made her push the other thoughts to the side.
Her frown most likely still visible, she opened her mouth to say something to him, after finishing another mouthful of her cheese filled roll.
“You are being unusually quiet mister” She said, stating the obvious, “Something on your mind?” She asked, “Or someone” She added quietly, with a cheeky smile.
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Post by { L I A M bradenton on Jan 17, 2008 17:10:43 GMT -5
Liam dreaded the arrival of her answer, and when it finally came he could have killed himself. He had freaked out and she passed it off as a joke. Yeah, he would probably never know but he would sure like to. He was still a little rattled, and just generally afraid that she would find out. 'I have to get this crush thing under control...' he said to himself inside his head. He saw her giving him the strange look, and he could understand why. But he didn't really care, he was too deeply immersed in his thoughts, which at the moment were not too good. Her face looked sad, confused, almost a little let down. Or maybe Liam was losing it. That seemed to be the preferable answer, seeing as he had just asked his good friend and victim of a merciless crush if she was good in bed, he thought he was losing it anyway. As far as her look went, it was merely confirmation of the fact. She spoke again and his head snapped up, and he looked at her. His eyes seemed a little hazy, clouded with thought and doubt and dissapointment, all in himself. what had he done?
"No it's nothing." Liam replied flatly, shaking his head vigerously as if that would make a difference. Sometimes Reagan could read him like a book and know when he was lying. He had a feeling this was going to be one of those times, and that twisted his stomach into knots. He suddenly felt sick, but not medically. Just... ugh. "I was just thinking about something. Don't worry about me."
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