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Post by |D| e a n s t e r on Nov 11, 2008 23:07:01 GMT -5
Firetruck!! Zhenson boredly made his way through the pinetrees. His checkard vans were in his hand as he walked around barefoot, the pineneedle everyone in a while poking his foot in the wrong direction. He was just in one of those wierd moods. He hummed quietly to himself as he walked aimlessly, letting his feet take him whever ever. After what seemed like walking for eternity, Zhenson came up on a fallen log. He walked over to it, and sat down on the ground and leaned his back up against it. He placed his shoes on top of it, then stared forward. His hand went into his pocket and he pulled out his lighter. He stared at it for a moment before flicking it open and lighting it. he just stared at the flame for a long moment before looking at all the dead and dried pine needles that he was sitting on. This place would go up in a big firey blaze if he just 'accidentally' dropped it. He shook his head, he didn't feel like being burned alive though. The lighter soon closed, and was placed back into his pocket. As he sat there, he began to play air bass to a Alice in Chains song. He stared wandering where his idiotic friends were too. Sure he loved them, but of course, like all friends, they had their moments when you just wanted to strangle them all. He closed his eyes and leaned his head against the log, his hands stillin the air as he pretended to play the bass. |
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Post by ``Mickey. on Nov 11, 2008 23:17:57 GMT -5
I don't blame you for being you.
But you can't blame me for hating it.
So say, what are you waiting for?
Kiss her, Kiss her.
I set my clocks early 'cause I know I'm always late.
Harlequin had been bored out of his mind! Of course when he was at home he never talked to anyone, no one. When he was hungry he cooked for himself. It always made his foster mom upset to see him so depressed, so alone and quiet. All her did was sit in his room all day and write poems. He was just that kind of guy.
In his hands rested a little black notebook that held all his little poems and short stories that he wrote. He wasn't an author or a poet, but he could always try. Harlequin wandered on, the pine needles underfoot were scattered like a blanket on the floor. It was kind of odd wandering through such a weird place, but it was calm and peaceful, away from his psycho friends.
With every step he took it brought him closer to this fog that had fallen before him. He hadn't even realized what had happened. Quinn took a few steps closer, and when he looked at the ground there layed a leg, and with that he decided who it belonged to. As he inched closer he found his friend sitting on the ground. Zhenson, the pyromaniac that always needed to have some fire at hand. He just stood there, eying his friend through brown eyes.
He just didn't want to talk.
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Post by |D| e a n s t e r on Nov 11, 2008 23:40:45 GMT -5
Zhenson looked up to see Quinn emerge from the fog. His deep emerald eyes just staring blankly at him for a long moment. He crossed hi legs so that he was sitting indian style, then looked backat Harlequin. "Well, aren't cha gunna sit down?" he asked as he stared up at the boy. A pilt second later he moved his legs again, pulling his knees up to his chest. They only stayed there for about thirty seconds before he sraightened them back out into thier origanl potition. Zhen had some issues, it was that hard to tell...
Slowly he traced along Quinn's arm and noticed the small black notebook in his hand. He no\arrowed his eyes at it. He knew Quinn was more of the silent type, that was why he slghtly enjoyed Spencer better, he was more outgoing, and they always had something to do. Don't get me wrong, Zhen liked Quinn, but at times, he thought the silence would kill him. Quickly the scene boy jumped up and grabbed the black notebook from his friend's hands. "You writing love poems and porn again?" Zhenson asked his a mistchivious grin, and he slowly flipped through the pages, chuckled everyone in a while at something he read. he looked up at Quinn. "Dude, your fucking queer..." He joked and shook his head. If only he knew...
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Post by ``Mickey. on Nov 12, 2008 6:20:37 GMT -5
Harlequin stood there, watching him read through the notebook. He pouted at his friends comment. "Look who's talking, ass. You're in no position to be that kinda shit." Quinn whined with a light smile. Sure Zhenson was one of his best friends, but dude, he was such an ass. With a sigh he snatched the notebook from Zhenson's greedy little hands. There was no way in hell that he was going to stay quiet now.
His brown eyes looked down at the ground, and he just plopped down, sitting Indian-style as he rested back on his hands. Harlequin made sure to shove the dumb notebook in his back pocket so Zhenson wouldn't grab it. Now of course he loved the dude to death, but he was just so mean when it came to Quinn. He only had two friends, and they were both complete opposites. Sometimes it really suck to be the odd one.
"Why do you have to be so mean." He grumbled as he sat up and crossed his arms over his chest. Quinn ran a hand quickly through some of his hair, trying not to mess most of it up before crossing his arms again. What a baby.
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Post by |D| e a n s t e r on Nov 12, 2008 16:24:10 GMT -5
Zhenson made a face as Quinn snatched back the notebook. He stared at his empty hands for a long moment, a chuckle coming from him when the other boy spoke. "Of course I am, I always am..." He stood there for a moment, and watched Quinn place the notebook in his back pocket and sit down. Her slightly frowned, he wanted to read more.
His hand slid into his jean pocket, and he slowly pulled out his silver lighter. After that, he sat down were he had been origanaly, and leaned his back against the fallen log. He laughed slightly as Quinn spoke. "Dude, your acting like little kid..." He paused for a moment, and looked at his lighter. He flisked it opened and ignited it, his eyes focused on the flame. "I am an ass because my parents were, I swear it is genetic...." His eyes never left the tall flame the whole time.
His legs crosed so that he was sitting indian style again. His wiggles his free toes around, trying to get some of the needles out from between them. Bare foot was proabably not the smartest way to go around in a place like this, but he really didn't care. Slowly his eyes loked around the ground, searching for something. He smiled and grabbed a thick stick. He put the end to theflame and slowly watched as the fire began to eat away the wood. He didn't know why it was so amusing, but he could do this all day.
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Post by ``Mickey. on Nov 12, 2008 16:39:08 GMT -5
Harlequin rolled his eyes at his friend. How the hell could someone love fire so much? His eyes watched the fire, and with a sigh he scooted away. Like he really wanted to be so close to fire with his notebook in his back pocket. Quinn looked away from his friend. What was he to do? Zhenson only seemed entertained with the fire, so what what was he here for? Once again he started feeling bad for himself, wanting to beat himself up.
With his right hand he rubbed the back of his neck. "So..." He said softly, his eyes looking down at his skateboarding shoes. There was nothing for him to do, nothing for Quinn to do. Harlequin glanced over at Zhenson through wide brown eyes. "What's up...?" He asked trying to start up a conversation.
It's not like it was easy for him to start talking so well. He was always so quiet, and he wanted to break that habit. Out of the blue he began poking himself in the leg, finding something to do was definitely important.
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Post by |D| e a n s t e r on Nov 12, 2008 16:54:30 GMT -5
Zhenson just stared at the flame on the end of the stick he was holding for a long moment. He slowly broke his gaze and looked over at his friend. "The sky....?" Nothing was really going on in his life, besides him terrorizing his foster parents, but that was nothing new. He just stared at Quinn for a moment, giving out a long sigh.
He leaned back more against the log, his deep green eyes watching Harlequin poke his leg. He felt slightly bad, Zhen was intertained so easyly, and now Quinn was just left there to fend for himself. he blinked. It wasn't his fault that Quinn was so damn quiet! If he spoke more, they could have a real conversation.
A sudden jolt of pain hit Zhen's hand. The fire had eaten down the stick and it now licked at his hand. He dropped it, just as a reflex. "Shit!" The small flame hit the dried pin needles, catching themon fire within a second. He gave a grumble and scooted away from it. He then picked up his shoes and started stamping it out, a frown on his face. He always hated ptting out flames, it just seem like you were punishing it for just trying to eat. And yes, inatamit object can eat!While we are on the subject, they can also bite, walk away, hide, scream, talk, dance, and do just about everything imaginable.
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Post by ``Mickey. on Nov 12, 2008 17:03:58 GMT -5
Harlequin rolled his eyes at hid friends remark. How could his friend be so senseless? He only looked back down at his legs, poking them again and again... and again. He was totally bored, and he didn't know what to talk about, but when his friend cried out he looked up at him. He hadn't really paid any attention to the fire or his friend for that matter... Quinn wondered if his friend was hurt, wondered if anything was really wrong.
"Are you okay?" He asked as he took his friends hand, and yanked it into his view. Quinn eyed Zhenson's hand, looked for any wounds. Nothing seemed wrong, so he just let his friends hand drop from his. Of course he didn't anything to seem weird, so he was almost anxious to drop Zhenson's hand. "It looks fine..." He said softly, letting his arms wind around his chest. Harlequin stared at his pants, stared at them so much that he could have burned a whole into them.
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Post by |D| e a n s t e r on Nov 12, 2008 17:15:15 GMT -5
He looked up at Quinn when he asked if he was alright. He went to say he was fine, but he snatched his hand so quickly it seemed he didn't have any reaction time. A slight pinkness crept onto his cheeks as his friend held his hand. When he dropped it, he quickly brought it in to look at it himself. It did look fine, slightly pink, but it still hurt. He put the 'burnt' part in his mouth, and looked back at Quinn.
A eerie akward silence seemed to fill the air as he looked over at Quinn. He slowly pulled his hand away from his mouth, and let it dropp into his lap. "So....." He said slowly, loking around a bit. "Write anything new lately?" Zhen asked as he looked at his friend. He was surprised that there wasn't a hole burnt into his jeans.
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Post by ``Mickey. on Nov 12, 2008 17:23:41 GMT -5
Quinn looked up at Zhen, his eyes wide. So now his friend was actually interested in his poems? What the heck happened to him? "No, I haven't..." He said softly, wanting to keep that away from his friend. Like he wanted his guy friend to read his poems that were a gateway to his feelings. "I thought writing poems was queer..." He commented with a light frown on his lips. Harlequin was good at looking miserable, was good at pouting because of his childish face.
He wiped a hand over his face. He wanted to try his best to look a little bit happier, but it was too hard. Quinn couldn't help but feel so bad, couldn't help but feel so bad. His brown eyes went back to his pants where soon a hole would come out of no where. There was no way that was possible, but he thought it would be pretty cool.
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Post by |D| e a n s t e r on Nov 12, 2008 17:36:16 GMT -5
Zhen wasn't really interesting in the poems, he was just hoping to get a coversation going. He did chuckle lightly when Quinn said writing poems were queer. "It is, but I was just wandering." A devilish grin cracked onto his face. It didn't stay long thugh as he looked over at his friend. It wasn't hard to see he was sad. He looked that way most of the time. He gave a slight sigh, then looked down at the ground, a blank look on his face.
Slowly he looked back u at the brown eyed boy. "What's wrong?" It was probably the first time he had ever asked that question before. He usually didn't simply because he didn't want to here the reeason. It would either just depress him, or put him to sleep. He also usually never cared, but Quinn was a good friend and it kin of hurt to see him like that. His hands came together and his thumbs twirled around as he sat there, not being able to keep still.
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Post by ``Mickey. on Nov 12, 2008 17:45:12 GMT -5
Quinn looked up at him, clearly shocked. What was this? Was his friend sick? "I'm fine. I'm just thinking about a lot of stuff..." He said, lying completely. Harlequin couldn't help but lie. He felt his cheeks burn, and he instantly turned his head away, trying to hide the pink. Zhen would only make fun of him, would only point and laugh like always.
Harlequin finally looked over at his friend, finally stopped blushing. He couldn't help but blush, it was just something that had took over him. His friend finally seemed like he cared, actually tried to be his friend. It made him feel luffed!
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Post by |D| e a n s t e r on Nov 12, 2008 17:50:28 GMT -5
Zhen almost laughed when he saw the pink spread across Quinn's face and duck away. Surprisingly though, he didn't. He just watched as he looked back at him, his face changing colors again. A sudden heat seemed to hit him aswell. He didn't know what it was either... Maybe it was because Quinn was blshing, he didn't know. It was kind of weirding him out though.
As if he could read Quinn's mind, he flashed him a smile. "You know I lubbers you Quinneh." He gave off a hoarse chuckle shortly after talking.
-shortnes....-
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Post by ``Mickey. on Nov 12, 2008 18:03:19 GMT -5
Harlequin looked up at his friend, his eyes wide with shock. Love him? Oh no... His cheeks flared more than ever, and he burried his head into his hands. This was just something that he couldn't handle. "Nice joke, Zhen." He commented through his hands. What was he supposed to say? 'Love you too Zhenneh?', yeah right... That would be impossible.
Quinn finally took his head away from his hands, his face still tinged with pink. "That was a good one..." He said softly, a light, fake smile on his lips. He was confused, confused so much that it was hard to think, hard to even put two and two together.
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Post by |D| e a n s t e r on Nov 12, 2008 18:11:06 GMT -5
Zhenson jut smiled at Quinn. "Who said I was joking...?" His smile turned very sly as he gazed throw dark emerald eyes. His mood had seemed to swing, and weird little perverted things ran through his mind. He really couldn't understand why though, that was what was freaking him out. He still had a little pink on his face, but not much. He never really blushed, it just never seemed to show through his plae skin.
As Zhen looked at Quinn, he suddenly wandered why he had been blushing so much. And why the hell he though it was adorable. He just at there, not moving, kind of scared to move. He dind't know what he was going to do if he did. His mind seemed to be in a weird place right now, and he didn't want to do anything that he would later regret.
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