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Post by elijah jonathan black on Sept 9, 2009 3:17:05 GMT 1
you say you want a revolution [/i][/size][/font][/center] ( W E L L Y O U K N O W W E A L L W A N T T O C H A N G E T H E W O R L D ) Eli's blue-green eyes were wide, staring at the tv screen, tongue peeking out from between his lips, and brow was furrowed in concentration as he stared. He didn't even brush the strands of hair that started to fall in front of his eyes, his fingers too preoccupied with dancing over the buttons and pressing the strum...thingamadoodle on the guitar hero controller. He had been up all night trying to conquer Through the Fire and Flame by Dragonforce on hard. The hardest song on the game. And he was going to do it. Unlike most actual musicians (his actual musician just being the fact that he could play rather well. He hadn't anything but a couple gigs on his book), he could actually play Guitar Hero. And he was pretty damn good at it too. He could do hard, so of course he was good. The worst part about this particular song was that it was so. damn. long. He hated the length of it. But he would beat it. He would fucking beat the stupid thing and be done with it. (Except not really because there was still the expert level to beat.)
With a groan, he sunk on the couch of his apartment, glaring at the tv in front of him. He had just failed. Again. Stretching, he pushed his nearly six feet tall body off the couch and walked into the kitchen area, rubbing his eyes. Wow, that hurt. Staring at screens while wearing contacts wasn't really a good idea. Scratching the back of his head, he pulled out a cup from a cupboard and poured some sweet tea in it, replacing the drink in the refrigerator and then downing half of it in one go. After a whole night trying to beat the song, he was definitely thirsty. Elijah walked back over to the couch and set down the cup on a little stand. He turned back to glare at the TV. He would beat the stupid song if he had so stay awake for a whole damn week. He didn't get this far for nothing. Looking around, he realized he misplaced the guitar. He frowned, looking all around the couch and living room. He just had it a second ago!
As he searching the living room, Happy, his Australian Shepherd, awoke, and blinked at him. She was a lot less...crazy than him, that was for sure. As he looked for the plastic instrument, he went along muttering, "Where is that damn guitar?" And if dogs had eyebrows, he was pretty sure that Happy would've cocked one in a look that said "Are you serious?" He shook his head at the blue merle Aussie and continued his search in the kitchen. Finding nothing, he moved through the sort of doorway that separated to two areas, and felt something move. Blinking, he looked down. There was that damn guitar! He had forgotten that he still had it strapped around his neck, and, as he moved through the doorway, it had clinked against it, making him aware of it's prescence. So that's what the look Happy had given him was about. Hitting himself on the forehead, he bounced back into the living room, turning the light off as he did so. It was morning already (he could hardly believe he'd been up all night doing this) and he hadn't any need of it.
Eli went back into the living room and braced his legs on the floor, slightly apart for the best comfort while playing this game. At least with the shorter guitar neck than he was used to. Taking a deep breath, he prepared for another attempt. Preparing this time just meant cracking his knuckles, for they had, of course, gotten a little cramped from the last attempt. He pressed down on the green button to continue and then moved over to the bonus songs, where the song was at. Another deep breath passed his lips as he clicked down once more on the green button. Show time. Through the Fire and Flames was the hardest song on Guitar Hero. Hard even on the easy level. And that sound when he missed a not terrified him nearly everytime he heard it. It was so hard to concentrate with that sound. But he couldn't lose his cool. This was it. The hardest song. He was going to beat it on hard. He was. The boy couldn't let doubt shadow his mind. He would beat it this time around.
Colors flashed by, and the apartment was filled with the sounds of the song and the clicking sound the guitar made as his slender fingers skimmed the buttons, pressing down when he needed to, switching from colored button to colored button as the game indicated, other hand quickly moving up and down as he "strummed". Sweat lined his brow as he stared with concentration at the game. Minutes passed. A couple notes missed here and there. And then...he was done. Panting, he waited for the results to show. He hadn't been paying much attention to how he had done. But...he got through it...didn't he? He didn't fail out, right? The screen flashed a new color, showing the results. He stared at it, dumbstruck. He did it. Okay, so it was a 95%, not the best, but it was still passing! (For him, anything above a 90% was good) Elijah pumped up his fist and did a little jig. "FUCK YES!" he shouted gleefully, spinning around. Happy regarded him with an amused look as he did so.
"Woo!" was what he shouted even as he turned the game off. He had done it. Now, the rest of the day awaited him. And he was going to meet it happily. The day had started off great and now he was anxious to see what else it had in store for him. It was sure to be good. Prancing around his room, he searched for clothes to wear today. There was so much choice, to be honest. He picked out a gray shirt and a black vest that went well with it. Eli pulled off the white t-shirt that served as his pajama top and pulled on the gray shirt and vest with ease. Shirt taken care of, he searched for pants, and found a pair of black and gray pinstriped pants that looked quite good with the shirt and vest. He quickly exchanged blue sky-and-rainbow pajama pants for the pinstriped ones. Yeah, he had rainbows on his pants, but that's because he loved rainbows, not because he was gay. Because he wasn't. He liked girls too! (Well, technically he was bi-curious. He didn't quite know yet.) He simply loved rainbows.
Clothing done, he danced into the bathroom where he brushed his hair and fixed it nicely in it's "messy" way. Hey, he liked it, and so did other people. For the most part. That done, he pulled on his bracelets and he skipped from his room to the living room and then into the kitchen, fixing up Happy's breakfast. Only the best for his beloved Aussie. He kneeled next to the blue merle female as she ate, running his hand through her nice, smooth coat. (He brushed it out regularly, and had done so last night during a small break of his Guitar Hero marathon). ”What do you think I should do today, hm?” he inquired of the bitch. Yeah, he often talked to his dog, but that was okay. Because no one saw him do it. Well, not usually. Besides, talking to an animal had to be better than talking to yourself, right? Well, it was in his brain, though he often talked to himself, too. Especially when Happy was being weird and not answering. Not that she ever really answered, but she talked to him with her actions, with the expressions within her eyes. It all made sense to him, at least.
”Fine, be that way,” Eli teased the Aussie, petting her silky head and he stood up, stretching out. ”Perhaps the mall…nah, don’t have enough money. Orrrr…Central Park! That’s it! I’ll go to Central Park!” he grinned happily, now with a destination in mind. Prancing into his room, he slipped his feet into a pair of Vans, grabbing Happy’s leash as he did so. He hopped back out to the young dog, clipping the leash onto the shepherd’s collar. Double checking that he had his phone and keys, he made his way out. He always needed to check that he had them, or he was liable to forget them. He had before, too. Before he had a spare key made to hide in case he locked himself out. Luckily, his best friend held the spare key, and had come over as soon as he could and got the forgetful boy back into his house.
The boy didn’t have any family with him anymore. They had kicked him out of the house after middle school, when he wanted to pursue his dream in music, and had come clean about possibly being bi-curious. They weren’t a strictly religious family, but they really weren’t for the whole gay-lesbian deal, and didn’t want one in the family, and so kicked him out. They were nice enough, however, to let him have his stuff, the car they bought for him, his instruments, his dog, and even bought a small house for him, however dilapidated it was. They were a rich family, but they were going to only spend the minimum to get him out of the place. Yeah, he was in a bad predicament, but he was attending Manhattan School of the Arts happily, obviously talented. Plus, a little bit of money to ignore the fact that he happened to be living somewhere that wasn’t with his parents. And some to help pay at least some of the tuition, being that he didn’t get a full scholarship to the place.
Hopping into his little blue aveo, he couldn’t help but blush lightly when the guy across the street laughed at him. It was obviously a nice car, and Eli was lucky to even have it, but still. He would much prefer having something less…gay. It wasn’t that he had a problem with gay people, hell, he was even possibly bi, which wasn’t too far from being gay, but he didn’t like driving such a girly car. Not to mention some people thought he looked rather girly. Sighing, he opened the back door so Happy could get in, before getting into the front seat. The musician really was glad that his parents had sent him the car for his 16th birthday. That he spent with only his closest friends. He got a weekly allowance of a couple hundred dollars to get by on. To pay rent (hey, I never said his parents paid for the full thing. They weren’t that generous.), buy food, and other little things like that. He was still lucky to get that much from them, considering their dislike of him. He supposed that they still loved him enough to let him live. As long as it was away from them.
Shaking his head, he shifted the car into reverse, released the parking brake (a habit by now) and backed out of the driveway, and drove off to Central Park. It was several minutes before he arrived to the park, but it was worth it, driving through New York City, taking all the sideroads and shortcuts he knew to get to that frequent haunt of his. Parking by the place, he took Happy out, taking a hold of her leash as she pulled him, rather forcefully, towards the park. Though the Aussie was a rather mellow dog, she did love Central Park, and often pulled the slender Eli to the place whenever they were close. ”Slow down, girl!” he cried as he jogged so that he wouldn’t be pulled as much.
Then, all of a sudden, the boy was on the ground. ”Fuck, shitmuffins,” he cursed, under his breath, just in case any younger children were around. Sure, he cussed, but he wasn’t about to get small children into the habit at young ages. Luckily for him, considering he said it louder than he had meant to, no children were around to copy his “potty mouth” as many children called it. Seriously, they said that. He had heard them before. Groaning, he looked up to find a shadow, a person over him, only black for the sun shining behind the being, casting the person in shadow. Judging from the disheveled state of the person, and Eli himself being on the ground, he had accidently run into the human. ”Oh fuck, I-I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to run into you. It’s just…my dog loved Central Park, and she always drags me along, and I couldn’t keep up and wasn’t paying attention to where I was going and I just didn’t see you and I’m terribly sorry,” the musician said, fast, but not too fast, just barely understandable. ”Oh shit, sorry. I tend to ramble a lot, and yeah. So. Sorry.” The boy ran a hand through his currently blonde hair, messing with it as he awaited the person’s response, not really looking at them, not knowing if he knew them or not. He was too embarrassed, as shown by the pink on his cheeks as he stared at the ground. It wasn’t often he was embarrassed or even stared at the ground. Must be a first for him, no matter how many times he’d fallen to the floor. He was rather clumsy, after all.
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Post by aaron benjamin blaylock on Sept 9, 2009 21:55:58 GMT 1
Aaron couldn't remember the last time he had any sleep. You could blame his friends for that though. Last night had been a huge house party at Aaron's and his twin brother Garrett's house and they had invited all their friends. The Blaylock twins were quite popular around the town but if you had one of them to thank for their popularity more than the other you would have to thank Aaron since he was plastered on billboards around town for his young modeling career. Not only that but Aaron always seemed to have more friends compared to his twin brother Garrett.
Anyways once the party guests left the Blaylock household it was nearly six in the morning and while Garrett went off to sleep the day away it seemed like Aaron had other ideas on his mind. Once he said goodnight to his twin brother Aaron made his way over to the living room and threw himself back on to the sofa. He then grabbed the remote to the television and turned it on before he began to flip through the channels trying to find something interesting to watch.
Not finding anything to interest him Aaron just sighed before he flipped the television back off and stood back up. That was when he began to make his way around the house cleaning up all the trash and beer bottles from the night before. Just from the mess throughout the house anyone would be able to tell that the party that they held last night was live. In fact Aaron didn't believe they didn't have such a popular party before unlike the one that had happened last night. Once putting the last piece of trash into the garbage bags Aaron just tied them shut before he brought them outside and threw them into the trash bins.
Taking a quick glance around the silent streets he sighed again before he headed back on inside of the house and on over to his bedroom. Taking off his old clothes from the night before he grabbed some fresh ones before he headed on into the shower to get all clean. After showering Aaron put on his new clothes before he fixed his hair and brushed his teeth before he finished by adding his snake bites. Checking himself out in the mirror a cute smile formed gently on his lips.
He then made his way back on over to his bedroom just in time to hear his cell phone go off for an incoming text. Blinking in confusion Aaron grabbed it and looked down to the new text with a small frown. He had totally forgot that today was the day he was supposed to meet his modeling agent in Central park for a new photo shoot. Quickly putting on his favorite pair of vans Aaron grabbed his car and house keys before he headed out the door and into his Mercedes as he drove off to Central park.
Since he was already a famous model he was pretty much rich so he always got what he wanted. After a couple of minutes he reached Central park as he put his sunglasses on and stepped out of his car. Aaron was just about to make his way on over to his modeling agent until he felt someone bump into him that was now on the ground. Aaron just slowly looked down to them and just shrugged his shoulders lightly. "There's no need for you to be sorry" he spoke in his soft and caring voice. That was when Aaron held his hand out to the younger boy to help him back on to his feet not even caring if his modeling agent was now yelling at him to get on over there so they could get the photo shoot over and done with. |
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Post by elijah jonathan black on Sept 12, 2009 22:15:42 GMT 1
you say you want a revolution [/i][/size][/font][/center] ( W E L L Y O U K N O W W E A L L W A N T T O C H A N G E T H E W O R L D ) Elijah wasn't one of those people that needed all their beauty sleep. Hell, he looked pretty damn good even without it. He was like an energizer bunny, he could keep going and going and going. Of course, there were times when he did need a rest, but it wasn't that often. Every few days, at least. Of course, most nights there wasn't much else to do but sleep, so that's what he did. Besides, it helped to have a good night's rest. It kept his energy levels up, even if they seemed to last an infinite amount of time. They didn't, trust me. But that's beside the point. It wasn't like, just because he had stayed up all night playing Guitar Hero, he was going to crash any second. Because he wasn't. The silly boy could stay up for probably another night or two until he crashed, thanks. A whole week if he needed to, and so long as he had some caffeine in the morning, especially coffee.
The boy also hardly ever just walked. He pranced, he danced, he skipped, but walking was just extremely boring and preferred to not do it most of the time. He was a silly person that embraced his silly, child-like side very much. And when was the last time you saw a kid walk because he felt like it? That's what I thought. The same with him. The only times he really walked was when he didn't feel like doing one of the other varieties of movement. And he usually only didn't feel like it if he was mad or sad, or anything other than happy. Happy meant hopping around his house, dancing from room to room. It didn't mean just walking everywhere, even out in public. So him prancing about meant that he was in a good mood, happyhappy. Just like normal. Which was a good thing, trust me. A sad Eli would probably signify the end of the world as we know it. Or at least something close to it.
To be honest, he was a little bit speechless to have actually beaten it. He had thought it was impossible. For some, it was impossible. (He had a friend here at the apartment that couldn't beat it on medium. She was pretty rad, though) And now...here he was. He passed it. (Reminder that passed for him meant above a 90%) He had done it. He could go on an play the game on expert level now. (Even though technically he could have done it before. He had just wanted to do it right. Beat every song on each level before progressing to the next. Except the easy level. It was extremely easy for him, and he had seen no reason to start there. But he hadn't started on hard until he had beat this same song on medium, so he wouldn't go to expert until it was beaten on hard. And now...he had done it. He really had.
Of course he was happy. Hell, he just had fun playing it. At least it was actually his, and had been before he had been kicked out. Eli wouldn’t waste the money he got on a gaming system, Guitar Hero, and the guitar for the game. Plus other various games that were spewed around the TV. The particular system he owned was the Wii. The most pwnsome game system ever invented. He was a Nintendo boy, through and through. His parents had gotten it a few years ago, and the games had piled up. And he was glad that they had let him keep it. He supposed it was because they had little use for it, except maybe sell it. He didn't have any siblings, so it wouldn't do much but rot there in the nice house they had. But they could've denied it. Technically, it was theirs. They bought it. Sure, for him, but it was their money, their property. They could do with it as they pleased, but he was lucky, and he was able to keep it. And, every few months, he could afford to buy another game. He often set off a fraction of the money he got for his fancies. He only got money for him and Happy to live off of. Of course, he had a savings account, and regularly added to it, but he hardly ever used it, instead using that money for Happy, for her needs and requirements. She was still growing, and if something came up and she needed to go to the vet, there was that money to provide the cost of the bill. Vets were expensive.
Elijah loved Happy. He treated the Australian Shepherd as if she were a princess, and she was highly adored by her owner and handler. Of course, she was the first dog that he actually owned, but still. Happy was his everything. Mother, daughter, sister, girlfriend. Well, she wasn't really, but she cared for him and much as he cared for her. They were a perfect match for each other, despite their differences, and he loved the blue merle with all his heart. She was his baby, no matter the protests she had against his sentiment. The boy constantly praised the Aussie, petted her, groomed her, made sure she was in good shape. He was always worried that she'd get hurt or sick, and once, when she was pretty sick, he was depressed the whole time, which didn't go by unnoticed. Without a partner, or even a reallyreally close friend in his life, she was his everything. And, still rather new in this town, if something happened to her, he didn't know what he'd do.
Central Park was amazing. One of the few places within the city that you had a mostly unobstructed view of the sky. New York City had too many skyscrapers that made it so you couldn’t see the sky, and that was something that Eli hated. He wasn’t claustrophobic or any such thing, he just loved being able to see large expanses of the sky, which wasn’t something that you could really do in the city. Not without having around five buildings to see along with it. But in Central Park, the only thing that stopped the vision of an unhindered blue sky were the trees. And, hey, they were okay, really. Nobody minded if a tree was seen in the sky. But buildings weren’t really accepted as a part of a view of the sky. At least not to him. He liked it to be more natural. You know, sky, sun, clouds, trees, birds. That sort of thing. Eli wasn’t a greenie, but he liked nature a lot. And why not? It was beautiful.
With as skinny as the musical boy was, maybe he shouldn’t have gotten an Australian Shepherd. They weren’t huge dogs, really. Around medium height. But they were big enough that, using all her muscle, Happy could tow him around if she wanted to. He was just too light to be able to anchor himself and stop her from dragging him down the path in Central Park. But it wasn’t like it was necessarily his fault that he was so skinny. He ate a lot, he just had a quick metabolism. Which could be a good thing at times. But when he was being dragged by a dog, it wasn’t really a good thing. Not to mention a puff of air could probably blow him over, with how skinny and light he was.
Eli was really a happy go lucky kind of kid. Bright, smiling face all the time. Laughing, enjoying himself. And at the same time, he was a real sweetheart. He was kind, nice, bubbly, and just loved to talk to people, even if he doesn’t know them. Sure, he had a bad side, but it didn’t appear often. He was just sweet and adorable. So even if this person, a male like himself, said that he hadn’t anything to be sorry for, he felt he did. That’s just how he worked. It was his fault that he had bumped into this other person. Or at least he felt like it. The teenager hadn’t been paying attention to anything else, just catching up with his dog that seemed intent on getting to her favorite place in the park without stopping and consider the safety of pulling along her owner as she did. ”No, no. It was I that knocked into you. I should be sorry. I didn’t mean to, I promise,” he said apologetically as he grabbed the other boy’s hand and stood back up. ”Thank you,”
That was when he got a good look at the person before him. He hadn’t before only because the sun was shining right behind him. But now the angle was different, and he could see the other teenager almost perfectly. And he couldn’t help but notice that the male was rather attractive. Eli mentally shook his head. ’No, no no. That’s exactly what you’re here for…you’re not supposed to think things like that. I like girls. Not boys. Girls, girls, girls.’ he thought to himself, attempting to force his thoughts away from that. But no matter how much he attempted to deny it, he couldn’t help but think the other boy rather attractive. Even if he wasn’t supposed to. And this caused the light blush he had earlier to darken, and he ducked his head lightly. ”So..er…I’m sorry again…I didn’t mean to. Happy here,” he gestured at the blue merle as she trotted back to see what was holding him up.
[/b]”Was eager to get here, and I’m a bit of a stick, so she just pulled me along nicely, and I didn’t see you so…and I’m rambling again.”[/b] He tended to ramble a lot. And maybe he did so more often around hot people than anybody else. Or maybe that was just a figment of his imagination that needed to disappear. Either way, he was thoroughly embarrassed at this point. [/size][/blockquote][/blockquote] -------------------------------------------------- ``TAGGED!aaron benjamin blaylock<3``MUSIC!the white album by the beatles``WORD COUNT!1,671``OUTFIT!outfit! bracelets! (and added pic of chriiss<33)``NOTES!et voila! c'est fini! it's done. xD
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Post by aaron benjamin blaylock on Sept 12, 2009 23:37:13 GMT 1
Aaron couldn't help but, crack a small smile as the younger boy continued on rambling. It wasn't like he found it annoying or anything in fact he found it the complete opposite of annoying. Somehow he just found it cute in a way and the younger boy was well in Aaron's eyes was very attractive. When the younger boy pointed out that he was rambling again he just simply nodded his head. "Yes you are but, there's no point in being embarrassed by it everyone has their little quirks" Aaron spoke simply. He then glanced on over in the direction of his modeling agent and sighed. He was really starting to get tired of hearing him yell his head off on and on about Aaron getting over there so they could get this photo shoot out of the way.
He barely had anytime to be just a normal teenager anymore ever since he signed his modeling contract. But, he knew that was the price he had to pay to get the dream job he always wanted. Aaron then turned his head back around to look back on over to the younger boy. "Hey I know we just met and all but how would you like to star in a photo shoot and be placed on billboards all around the world" he suggested softly to the younger boy. This photo shoot wouldn't be that boring if he had someone to do it with. In fact maybe once it could be actually fun instead of stressful because his modeling agent always thought he wasn't good enough to make it to the big time.
If his modeling agent had a problem with it well then Aaron would just deal with it himself. Besides for all he knew this guy could be a close friend once they got to know each other or more. But, right now Aaron didn't want to get into that. His modeling agent just thought a relationship would be Aaron's downfall. Thing was his modeling agent just didn't understand love. "And don't worry about it I'm not hurt or anything so it's no big deal" he spoke with a small nod of his head as he flashed the younger boy a soft smile. |
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Post by elijah jonathan black on Sept 14, 2009 23:07:45 GMT 1
you say you want a revolution [/i][/size][/font][/center] ( W E L L Y O U K N O W W E A L L W A N T T O C H A N G E T H E W O R L D ) Elijah loved New York City. He really did, but there were just some times that he needed to get away from the skyscrapers and go somewhere within the city that didn’t have that pressing small space like being around the skyscrapers had. Sure, even in Central Park, there were skyscrapers around, but not towering right beside him like basically everywhere else in the city. Sure, there were a few areas of shorter, smaller buildings, but it seemed like it was tall huge building or bust in the Big Apple. He didn’t necessarily hate this, but there were times that he disliked it. Even though he loved the city (and boy, did he really love it) he couldn’t always handle the tall buildings that were constantly around him.
The young boy really was a sweetheart. Nice, lovable, amused by the simplest of things. All in all, he could basically be everybody’s best friend. That’s just how he was. Not many people hated him. It was nearly impossible. The musician would do anything to help another person, even if they were an asshole back. Or an asshole to him in the first place. That’s just how he was. The boy didn’t particularly care how he himself was treated. He only cared how those around him were treated. Even those he didn’t know. He would protect someone he didn’t even know. That was just another part of him. He hated jerks and assholes that were completely rude to other people. People deserved better treatment than that. Sure, he could care less about how he was treated, but other people were different. He cared for them more. He was rather selfless really, but still completely amazing and nice. Who wouldn’t want to have someone like him as a friend, the way that he adorably sweet? He was generally truthful (only lied when it was for the best), often complimented things he likes, and just being adorable and nice. It was his personality, and most people just liked that about him.
Rambling was a bad habit of his, to be honest. He did it so much, but he couldn’t help it. Nervousness and embarrassment were the things that usually caused him to ramble. Or general clueless-ness. Hey, if you weren’t sure exactly what you were talking about, wouldn’t you ramble for a bit. Until you felt like a complete idiot. Well, he did, anyways. But Eli didn’t care if he ended up looking like a fool. He was rather silly anyways. I mean, who in the world stays up all night just to beat one song on just one level? Eli did, that’s who. And he wasn’t even embarrassed about it. But that wasn’t the point. He rambled whenever. And, apparently, especially around attractive guys. Girls, too, he was sure, but seeing as how this wasn’t a girl, he didn’t know. ”No, no. You’re not supposed to be like that.” But it was hard. Especially when he found himself attracted to him. He tried to deny it, to be the good boy he was supposed to be and go back to his family. To be with them again. The only way he could do that was to be sure he only liked girls. Or something like that. Get a girlfriend. Maybe they’d take him back. He loved them, but apparently they didn’t love him.
”Oh…I…okay,” Sure, he agreed everybody had their little quirks, but he couldn’t help but apologize. Eli was the sweetest kid you’d probably meet, and apologized for many, many things. Rambling was one of them. Some people don’t like people like him, people that rambled a lot, so he had a tendency to apologize when he did so, just in case. Especially when meeting new people, talking to someone he didn’t know, because he just didn’t know if they’d be fine with that quirk of his, or become very annoyed by it. The blonde-headed kid ducked his head lightly, glancing up through his eyelashes at the boy, and noticed the small smile he wore. And smiles were contagious, so he couldn’t help but let a smile creep upon his own lips as well. Then, he smacked his head. With the hand that wasn’t holding Happy’s leash, of course. ”Shit, I didn’t even properly introduce myself. I’m Elijah Black. But just call me Eli. And as I said before, this is Happy. She’s an Australian Shepherd.” Finally feeling included in the conversation, the blue merle bitch nudged the other teen lightly, just in case the boy might be allergic or afraid of dogs. It was possible. And Happy was just considerate like that. Even if the male would flinch away if it was. But it was better than just going crazy and basically attacking him.
To be honest, Eli had kind of not noticed the yelling before. But as soon as the other boy, whose name he didn’t know, of course, glanced away, the musician followed his gaze and noticed the man, and then the yelling. He blinked lightly. The man seemed rather professional looking, and also very mad. The boy bit his lip, wondering if he was holding his new seemingly friend up from something that was probably important. He would hate to have done such a thing, even if he hadn’t any clue that he was. The sophomore had just opened his mouth to say something regarding that when the other male spoke. Not wanting to interrupt him, he closed his mouth. Then blinked several times when the older male finished. ”I…what?” Sure, he had found the boy attractive and all, but he never thought that he might be a model. That made him think that possibly this person was older than he thought. Then he shook his head. Not necessarily. There were many kids at the school that already had contracts in their various career choices. This could just be another one. He had no idea, and he shouldn’t just assume things, especially age, about other people. Hell, he himself looked much younger than he was. Who was he to judge? ”Oh..uhm…I’ve never done anything like that before…well, besides a couple of faux ones we did as a music/photography combined thing…but I haven’t really done anything like that…” Yeah, he was rambling again, but who wouldn’t, really? And it was true. He really had one. If he was going to try and be a rock star, there were going to be photo shoots. And what better way to prep for that other than having a photography student do it?
He couldn’t help but get that thought out of his head. It was such a foreign idea. A photo shoot? When he could, apparently, be on billboards? That thought alone made him kind of freaked out. Sure, it could just be a bit of an exaggeration, but still, it was kind of a freakish thought. Elijah could never do such a thing. A faux photoshoot with classmates (granted, ones he didn’t know well) was one thing, but a real photoshoot with someone he just met with a real photographer was another. Not to mention with someone that he found quite attractive, and probably someone that he wouldn’t be able to get out of his head for days, if at all. Then the boy spoke again. ”But it is a big deal. Well, to me. It’s not a nice thing to run into other people, so…well, of course I’d apologize for it. It’s only the polite thing to do…you know?” Yeah, he was a real sweetheart. No matter how many times someone told him that he didn’t need to apologize, he still insisted that he did. Yeah, it had definitely happened before. But that was because he’s just so awesomely adorable and kind.
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