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Post by Nate Pierce on Sept 28, 2009 14:36:22 GMT -5
Nate opened the door to the empty auditorium. He knew that it would be empty, for no play practice was now. He was avoiding the cameras. As a model, he was use to the cameras, but today he just wasn't in the mood for it. He wasn't in the mood for anything really. He had his dark blue messenger bag over his left shoulder, which was then hanging on his right hip. He never put anything on his back that would trace the scar on his back. Sure he was a model, and models were suppose to be flawless, but he wasn't. He had a long scar on his back from falling off the roof while helping his father fix it when he was 13.
Pulling the bag off of his body, he set it down in one of the chairs. He walked over to the stage ans just sat down on the edge, looking at the doors. He really didn't want to deal with the cameras today. He was just in a foul mood from them bugging him the day before, and he didn't really want to do that over again.
He looked up, his pale eyes staring at the ceiling. Sighing to himself, he laid down on his back on the stage. His knees and legs hung off, but he didn't really mind. He pulled his light blue hood from his superman hood over his head and waited to see if anyone would find him. He hoped that no one would, but there was always that one person that would find him.
WORDS; Hell if I know. My openoffice isn't working..
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Post by chloe brekkan hayworth on Sept 28, 2009 16:45:31 GMT -5
WE COULD BE MAKING PLANS TO RUN AWAY  It was hard to be constantly living in the here and now. Sometimes it was so much better in the then and later, when you didn’t have to worry about this very boring moment and you could instead live in one of the better moments, when your life is more interesting, when you didn’t have to live in boredom that seemed to leak its away into your world, into your life. This moment was one of those for Chloe. She had absolutely nothing to do, she was bored out of her mind, and all she wanted to do was have this very moment, this very day to end. She sighed heavily at the thought of even more boredom, Chloe seriously needed to figure out something to do.
The petite dirty blonde girl, walked softly against the tiled floors. Her bright eyes wandered the hall, searching for any door that would be the place where she could escape. Seeing several of her alleged friends, she ducked into the nearest door. She was tired of their fake happy to see her act. It was tiring. Chloe, clutched her bag tightly, as she shifted the books that were inside. ”Where am I?” she thought to herself as she saw that she was in fact not alone. She backed up against the door, pondering if the boy had seen her, or should she just sit and talk for a moment, while she waited for the giggle sisters to leave? Boy it was. Biting the inside of her cheek, a old habit of hers, she walked slowly up to the stage where the boy sat. Dropping her bag nosily onto the stage she paused and looked at him, he sure knew she was here now. ”Hello.” Chloe spoke finally, turning and jumping to sit on the stage.
BUT THEN YOU SAID GOODBYE
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Post by Nate Pierce on Sept 28, 2009 16:56:21 GMT -5
Nate heard a door open, but didn't really move. He didn't want to be bothered at the moment. He rubbed his eyes, like the little child that he was inside. He turned over and had himself facing were she would be sitting no later then a few moments. He made a face, and opened one pale blue eye looking at her.
"Hello" He said after a moment. He didn't have any idea who she was, but he didn't know who a lot of people were, he didn't like to make new friends. He turned onto his stomach, his over-sized blue sweatshirt riding up on his back, reveling that long scar, but only the part near his hips. Before he said anything else, he pulled his sweatshirt down over his ass and looked up at the blond girl.
"Not to sound rude or anything, but do I know you?" The black haired boy asked. He has made it black just about a month ago, and would end up changing it to red or brown soon, for he was getting rather bored of just the black. He had red hair when he was little, and he liked it that color, but wasn't sure if he wanted it red or brown. He liked the brown on him too. He would have to figure it out later, he wasn't in the mood to think about that now. He brushed the black hair from his eyes and rubbed them again. He was so exhausted lately, from staying up watching movies in the dark on his lap top because he wasn't tired. He wasn't able to sleep at night, but he would easily fall asleep in class if he got bored with what ever the teacher was talking about. Half of the time he would listen for most of the class, and know everything that she was talking about, but then tune out because he was that bored of the teacher. It happened all the time to him. Even in his old school, he had been placed in a few of the upper classes just so that he wouldn't fall asleep from being bored.
WORDS; Hell if I know. My openoffice isn't working..
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Post by chloe brekkan hayworth on Sept 28, 2009 17:39:08 GMT -5
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She immediately ignored the face that he had made. He seemed to relaxed and at peace. Chloe almost felt bad that she had interrupted him. Well she almost did, it was worth ditching the girls that she despised. Chloe swung her legs back and forth, in front of her. Not really paying too much attention, to the boy, it seemed to her that he didn’t even want her there anyways, it wasn’t a first, she tend to have that effect on people. At least the boy had been nice enough to give her a greeting. Which was pretty good, she was happy to have someone to at least talk to her, not simply look at her, and run away, very quickly.
It wouldn’t surprise her, if he did in just a few moments. Personally she expected it, if they stuck around, well there certainly was something wrong with them, and they were just itching to become annoyed of to listen to her, which was a rare occurrence. Chloe rose a eye brow and looked at the boy. ”Did he know me? HA!” she was bemused by the question, because in many cases, some people would be like. ‘yeah! I met you months ago at the dinner!’ in this case, she had no clue who he was, complete stranger, and it was like ways with him knowing her, unless he was into following nobodies. She shook her head rapidly side to side. ”Nope. I’m Chloe Hayworth.” she told him.
BUT THEN YOU SAID GOODBYE
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Post by Nate Pierce on Sept 28, 2009 18:12:06 GMT -5
Nate looked at her, she seemed like she was waiting for him to do something. He sat up after a moment, letting his hood fall off his head. He blinked at her. He rubbed the back of his head, and thought. He saw her around school, but that was really the only times that he ever saw him.
"I'm Nate Pierce" He said after a moment. She had a nice name, and he looked at her. She was small for someone in highschool, but that didn't really mean much. In his old school there were a lot of girls that were barely 5 feet 2 inches that were in his grade.
Himself was almost 6 feet tall. Tall, dark and hansome was what his mother always called him. He missed her a lot. Chloe looked more like her then he did. He looked a lot like his father did. He wished that they never were in that car crash. He sighed a bit, and looked at her, is pale pale eyes shining.
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Post by chloe brekkan hayworth on Sept 28, 2009 18:50:28 GMT -5
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She was almost sure that the people she had been avoiding were gone. It was probably the best thought to hit her mind in a long time. Chloe was fine in here, she didn’t even plan on going to class anyway, not like they missed her. She was a strange child, and being strange caused them to shy away. It was more or less their problem, not hers, she knew that she wasn’t that bad of a person. This boy seemed not to have mind her being within his space, thought last she checked, despite the wealth within the Hamptons, it was still apart of a free country, so even if he didn’t want her there, she was there to stay. Oh wasn’t he lucky.
His name was Nate Pierce. It was a nice name, a lot better than hers, then again, almost every name but Chloe inspired her. When she was old enough, she was changing her first name to something pretty like Isis or Elizabeth, something simply generic, but beautiful. She watched him as he looked at her, her own gaze steadily focusing on his. It was out of habit, to keep eye contact, but it made her always feel like she was a snake, yet she knew how to keep her gaze soft and kind, she knew so much about the face, it was surprising to many. ’Well its nice to meet you Nate.” she said happily, straightening her shoulders and extending a hand for him to shake. ”Sorry for interrupting you. I was..” she paused, trying to explain what she did simply, without too much detail. ”Avoiding someone who is a bit of a stiff irritant.” Chloe finished with a broad smile. Yeah, you could call those girls that.
BUT THEN YOU SAID GOODBYE
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Post by Nate Pierce on Sept 28, 2009 19:07:51 GMT -5
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"Its okay. I was just hiding from people too. Mostly for what I major in. I really don't want to go today that's all." He said. He really didn't want to go model today, he just wasn't in the mood to. He didn't want to bother. He looked at her. "What do you major in?"[/size][/font] He asked after a moment.
He looked up at the ceiling, bored again. He yawned. He knew that it was bad for a model to stay up till un godly hours of the night, but he did it anyway. He loved watching horror movies in the dark. Call the boy crazy but he liked it a lot.
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Post by chloe brekkan hayworth on Sept 28, 2009 19:51:54 GMT -5
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She looked at him, a bit flabbergasted, it was odd to find another person hiding, and that person to be hiding from people or person from his own major. Chloe was tempted to ask him, but she crossed her legs and continued to shifted them back and forth. ”My major is cosmetology, working to make people beautiful, in their own special way.” she informed him. It was her favorite hobby, she loved everything about it, she loved every single thing that made make up and beauty apart of her life. ”What about you? What do you do?” she asked with a small smile, tilting her head, looking at him. Chloe was highly interested to find out what he was interested in. What made him happy, what he enjoyed to do, and more or less, what he was avoiding. It was like a good book, without the hassle of reading the book itself.
Chloe watched as he looked at the ceiling, there wasn’t anything interesting up there was there? Knowing her there could be a dead body looking down at her lifelessly, with the image of the dead body, she looked up at the ceiling quickly, a exclaimed expression upon her face as she searched it for a moment, content with the fact that there was nothing.
BUT THEN YOU SAID GOODBYE
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Post by Nate Pierce on Sept 28, 2009 20:02:48 GMT -5
Nate looked at her. "As funny as it sounds. I model." He said. He always found it funny that he modeled, but he liked to. It was what he liked to do, and he had fun with it, for the most part. "Of course, it doesn't help me at all that I like to stay up freakishly late watching horror movies." He laughed. "But Cosmetology is cool." He said. Hearing a bell ring, he groaned. "I'm skipping that class." He mumbled to himself. He didn't want to go to history. At a school of arts, they still had to teach the basics right?
He ran a white hands threw his black hair. He didn't really want to move. "Are you going to class or no? If you are, tell no one that you found me here." He said. He hated that history teacher. He knew all the stuff that they were covering from his old school. "I hate mrs. whats-her-face. I took all of the sophomore classes when I was a freshman in my old school. I'm just that smart as they told me. I could care less really. You don't need a brain to model." He said. He rubbed his nec kagain.
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Post by chloe brekkan hayworth on Sept 28, 2009 22:56:10 GMT -5
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She didn’t find the humor in him being a model. But she faked a smile and gave a soft laugh, to try and convince him that maybe she believed the joke, even if she didn’t see the joke. “That sounds fun. I would attempt to try. You know if I was somewhat talented. Horror films? Haha“ which she wasn’t by her standards. To her being a model must be pretty fun, it was probably more entertaining than what she was going for, if she could, she would try that, but her attempt at new hobbies haven’t been very good to her, with her attempt at dance, singing and art, all three attempts was easily worst than the others. Chloe would stick with what she knew, and live with that, she didn’t need anything more to add to her irritation, or embarrassment, more or so to her embarrassment. She jumped when she heard the bell ring. It wasn’t her favorite sound, it just reminded her that she needed to wake up to go to another classroom and try and attempt to get comfortable again. She listened to him groan, he didn’t seem to get up so he certainly wasn’t going anywhere.
She shook her head. ”I planned on skipping class, before the thought of class hit my mind. So I don’t have a need to tell anyone anything, seeing as you’re the only one here. And I can’t tattle to yourself.” Chloe remarked. Like anyone would go up to her anyway asking about him. They certainly wasn’t going to go asking her about a model, like she’d know one, until now, which was a spot of good luck. ”I heard the rumors, I didn’t realize that you didn’t actually need a brain?” she joked, he already told her that he was smart, she didn’t need any more convincing than that.
BUT THEN YOU SAID GOODBYE
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Post by Nate Pierce on Sept 29, 2009 13:59:00 GMT -5
"Of course you don't really find it funny. But most people, including my sister always told me that I would be better at something more exciting, and working. Like a CEO of this huge company or something. But of course, me being me wanted to be a model. Though, maybe after my career as a model is over I might do something like that.. maybe." Nate explained. He knew that not many people found his humor funny. Except him, his father and his sister. That was about it. No one really understood his humor like he did. He sighed a bit and pulled his light blue hoody over his head, having only his black bangs show.
"Ah, well that would solve everything thing then. What are you avoiding?" Nate asked after a moment. He knew that he should start his homework, so that he wasn't too bored with just sitting there. He held up one hand and one finger, signaling to wait a moment. He jumped off the stage, landing on his feet with not much of a thump. He was light for being 6 feet tall. He walked over to the chairs, grabbed his bag and walking back over. He placed his bag on the stage and climbed back up. "I suppose we should start homework or something so that we aren't too bored for a whole period?"
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Taking out his Algebra book and his agenda, he took out a black pen and looked up at her. He didn't really say anything and opened his book. He slid himself back a bit, before laying on his stomach. He rested his chin on his book. The fifteen year old boy blinked at her. He waited for her to say something. Anything at all.
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Post by chloe brekkan hayworth on Sept 29, 2009 18:14:16 GMT -5
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She nodded. Chloe sort of understood, there were always so much more what they had chosen. She could have picked something more corporate, something more tedious like paper shuffling or working at some food restaurant. Something that was generic for people to want to go out and do something simple. What inspired her was the movie grease, with Frenchies attempt at tinting. It was what made her want to become a cosmetologist. ”Well its not their life. I know, its cliché, about its my life not theirs, I’m going to do what I want. But its really true. And well, I say keep with the modeling if you enjoy it so much, but do a minor or something if you go to college.” she suggested. That was the only advice that she could really give him.
Of course he would ask whom she is avoiding. It was hard to really explain to someone whom didn’t really understand her. She would give a rough example. ”Fake cheerleader friends, who are attempting to turn me to the dark side. They want to throw me into the air, I almost spit my soda on them from laughter when they first asked me. But they, are getting more..” she bit into her cheek. “Effective in finding me, and with their convincing. I might just join to get them to shut up and just never show up.” she really had considered it, but that would just give her more of a headache.
She watched him, as he slid off the stage and ran across grabbing his bag off the chairs and slowly mingled himself back over. Homework? Oh he must be bored. She merely shrugged and grabbed her own book out of her bag, a notebook shoved into its pages, with a pen. Chloe smiled at him as she watched him lay onto his stomach with his book. ”I suppose. I still have some English left.”
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Post by Nate Pierce on Sept 29, 2009 18:34:05 GMT -5
Nate looked at her. "Yeah. I mean I just don't know what I want to do with my life. So, I'm just going to do what I somewhat do best" He said. He blinked at her. He closed his pale eyes, sighing. He was exhausted, but that was his own fault for staying up so late. He stayed up till 4 am, and skipped first class because he was asleep. Though, it was just a study so, they didn't really mind that he wasn't there. When ever he had a study, he would ask to go somewhere, and wouldn't be seen for the rest of the class. He would either be asleep here in the auditorium or he would just be walking around because he finished all his work in class.
"Classy... I know who your talking about, i think. They always want to hang around people that obviously do not like them. They've tried to get me to go out with them. I didn't want to. I don't date girls like that." He said. He liked the types of girls that were quiet, and knew what they wanted and would try. Of course, being cute was just an added bonus. He really could care less about girls that were slutty and he hated cheerleaders. They were all so weird and their skirts were way to short. He knew that some guys liked that, but a lot of guys didn't. "If you don't want to, then don't. Tell them off and get on with your life and keep them out of yours. I mean, you don't like them right? So why listen to them.?" He explained a bit.
The one thing that he didn't understand: Girls and their Logic.
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Post by chloe brekkan hayworth on Sept 29, 2009 19:18:11 GMT -5
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Its always best to do the thing that they did best. She knew it, at least she loved to have fun and enjoy her time while working with people. Chloe understood why he would stick with what he was best at, or at least what he believed was the thing he was best at. It was all based on personal thought and manner, sure when people tell you that your not good at something, well. That was probably one of the most terrible things. To be told that you weren’t good enough, that you shouldn’t waste your time anymore on the thing that you believed your passion. ”That’s probably what’s best. No point in doing something your not remotely talented or even remotely interested in.” Chloe pointed out.
She shook her head, if only it was that simple, to just simply ignore them. To just tell them to leave her alone, but despite her being very clear on what she wanted and whom she wanted to be around, these girls, despite their pestering, they were of sorts clients to her. She did their make up, and they talked to her, not really to her, just about her while she did their make up and used them as testing dummies. More or less dummies. They were constantly insisting to have her join the team, and she instead to them, that she couldn’t. So pissing them off, would cause total outcast status placed upon her head, and she would loose all sorts of people to work with. ”that’s them. They insist that they are your friend, pretend to be, but really don’t care if you’re their friend or not.”. She simply shook her head. Chloe sighed. ”I would. If I could. They are popular class, if I have them as somewhat friends, temporary friends if it were. They will let me get practice in on their hair and makeup. SURE. I could just use about anyone, but their the first anyone’s to offer.” Chloe told him.
BUT THEN YOU SAID GOODBYE
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Post by Nate Pierce on Sept 30, 2009 14:57:43 GMT -5
Nate looked at her. Did she really want to be popular, even if she didn't like anyone? Nate himself could care less. Looking down at his algerba, he picked up the black pen, and wrote down the answer. Just looking at the problem, he already knew the answer. He did this already last year in his old school when he lived with his parents. He looked up at her, moving his left hands to brush his hair out of his face.
"But you don't like them? Can't you just ask someone else to be a test dummy?" He asked after a moment. "And why do you care if your popular or not? I mean, you have real friends that you would rather hang out with then, them right? So just make real friends and forget the them? You'll be happier that way." He explained. He didn't understand girls at all. They always wanted to be popular and most of them always looked like sluts or whores. Nate never wanted to be popular, he liked the fact that he wasn't. He didn't care if everyone thought that he should be, but he wasn't.
He sighed and looked at his homework again. He wrote down a few answers before he looked up at her. He was bored a bit. Nate rested his chin on his book and looked at her. He couldn't understand a lot of people. He was not a people person. He was brilliant boy, and only 15, but he was horrible at social things.
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