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Post by chris on Jul 4, 2009 15:20:43 GMT -5
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Chris was sitting there in the signing tent. He really just wanted to be doing something else. He really didn’t like signing his name for anything. But since he was a band member, and it would be weird, if he didn’t sign anything. Plus a lot of the girls wanted pictures, and the guys wanted more of signed stuff. Here and there guys wanted a picture with Chris. He was bi himself, and probably most of the guys he was taking pictures with was bi, or something else. Chris didn’t really care for both, he rather be sitting at home, or at a party drinking. Then hanging out with his friends. Or maybe a few texts to his mom. Thinking of his mom wanted to text her. He pulled his cell phone out of his pocket.
He really truly loved his mom. Just look where he was in life. With people who love him. Which he probably wouldn’t be there without his mom. So he really just wanted to see her again. He just didn’t want to leave the band. He loved seeing his mom and everything, but being away from the band would probably put him in a bad spot. Then leaving Josie. He’d probably miss having her read his, and his’ mom’s text. Out of the little box with Josie, he’d never really talked to any of the band. He probably should, but he had the time, but was just really lazy. Just like him to be sitting in his room, either kissing, or texting his mom. He leaned the chair back, he sat there. He then flipped opened his phone.
The text, of coarse, was to his mom. Chris has been planning to go see his mother, but didn’t know when. He started the text off with a ‘Hi mom, how are you?’ he normally started the text off like that, then go into a deep conversation about how she is, and what she’s been up to. Then they would go off, then Chris would stop texting to her. He only stopped when he got tired of punching little keys, he’d rather send her a 1,000 word letter. Or write to her, discussing everything that he has been up to. He’d rather just be sitting at home, out of this dang heat Chris got a text back. He replied to that. Every now and then someone would come up and ask for a picture. When Chris was really lazy he let the girl sit on his lap. He was just that dang lazy to get up, hold the girl for 2.4 seconds, then sit back down.
Chris was getting a little thirsty. He got up, then looked around for a cooler. When he found one over by this tent. He pulled out a water bottle. Then too a sip. Chris new there were the strange people out there, that ask for water bottles, so he never really did anything or throw it away ‘cause someone would probably just dig it out. He thought that was just a tad creepy. But if someone asked him for it, he normally just signed it and then gave it to them. Thinking back when he did crazy things, it didn’t really compare on what some girls would do. But that was when the world wasn’t so messed up anymore. Chris was looking for sitting in a tent. Yup, the best fun you could have. But that was beside the point. He wanted to know some of the band members, and talking to one of the most hated, or more like ‘hated’ was Owen. He heard what he, and Josie did to each other. But Chris was to smart for that.
It wasn’t because they were just messing with each other. Deep down inside the both of them. It was just loved shown in hate. Chris normally saw this on those fancy soap operas, his mom would watch. Yeah he spent way to much time with his mom. He learned all the ways of the soap operas. He normally would watch it with his mom to learn more. With all the knowledge he had about the operas, and love. He could make a book. Sitting with his mom actually somewhat paid off. Just look where he was now. He had a girlfriend, and then all the weird ones that ‘believe’ that Chris is ‘their’ boyfriend. That was the best part.
Seeing the girl’s face light up when he did something to them. It was funny to him. To the girls, it was more like ‘Omg Stacy looked what he did.’ Listening to the conversations go on, was even more funny to him. Being like he is, he listened to everything. Having somewhat bad hearing, he still listened. Being with the girls, and Josie the most, he enjoyed it all. Really he was more into girls, than guys. Just he dated a few guys. He more enjoyed the girls. Chris was just taking the lovely site of everything in. Sitting in a tent, of coarse. He sat there, Chris leaned back in his chair again. He took another, but bigger sip. Then he sat in down on the table. He pulled his phone out, and replied to his mom. Waiting to see other band members.
occ;; yus. muse i love you for now >.>
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Post by Owen Collins on Jul 5, 2009 7:32:17 GMT -5
 --------------------------------------------------what would it take, for things to be quiet?quiet like the snowi know this isn't much, but i know, i could be better.-----------------------------------------------------------------
It had been an amazing concert, and Owen wasn’t just saying that because he was in Kill the Lights. It really had been. Josie hadn’t stabbed him onstage or anything of the sort, and that alone was pretty much a miracle. Of course, he hadn’t pranked her before he show, so that probably why. Still, the concert was pretty good, even compared to some of the more recent flipping amazing concerts they had had. So it was no real surprise that he was about as energized as he got after the concert was over. Not over, unfortunately, though; concerts rarely ended an hour after they “finished”. There were always the fans hanging out for a couple of hours after to get something to eat, stalk the bands, buy merch, and attempt to meet a band member. Now, normally Owen would hop into his car after his responsibilities of the concert were completed, which was basically grabbing anything he had brought, and drive back to the house. Forget after parties or whatever crap most band members did. The mass confusion and noise had never really appealed to him, not to even mention the alcohol. No, he wasn’t a goody-two-shoes or anything – uh, hell no – but, well, under his circumstances, most people in his place would avoid heavy drinking as well. Anyway, it’s not like he had any reason to be there; he wasn’t sure if Jynx ever went or not, and that was really the only reason he would go.
Back to the point, though, Owen never liked staying after concerts. Not because he didn’t like the fans, most of them weren’t really that bad, but it was really just that there were too many people. Yeah, he could do concerts fine, but he didn’t have as much crowd interaction as Josie, Hollis, and Chris did. That was a good thing about being a drummer, of course. So, he wasn’t exactly thrilled when he realized it was his and Chris’s turns to camp out at the signing tent for a couple of hours. After bitching for a few minutes to Josie about it, he finally gave up and went to the snack tent to grab a Mountain Dew. See, the signing tent was overrun with the kind of fans who sometimes need to be told that, well, they’re just plain weird. Not that he ever did tell anyone that, and some of the fans were great people, he knew. It was just that there happened to be a lot of fangirls – and fanboys, sometimes, as well – there. And they simply scared him. He wasn’t the kind of person who could hug a random stranger and take a picture; that was just strange to him. Let alone letting girls sit on his lap, as Owen was fairly sure Chris had done before. Maybe Owen was a freak, but no. He would sign people’s hands, shirts, whatever, but he would feel extremely weird about that. God. He didn’t even know these people. And, honestly, what would Jynx think about that? Not that she felt that way about him, he seriously doubted she did, but still. No.
Didn’t Chris have a girlfriend, now? It wasn’t much of a secret around the house that he and Josie were going out, and Owen had only one major thought about that. Ew. Ew. Why would Chris date Josie? Maybe Owen was a bit biased, of course, since Josie and he were practically as close as siblings, and he had kind of assumed that was how most of the band was. But apparently Chris and Josie didn’t think that about each other. And that was fine with Owen, really. As long as they didn’t screw the band up because of it, he didn’t care. Opening the bottle with a quick twist, Owen maneuvered through the fans into the signing tent before flopping down into a seat to the left of Chris. “Good concert, wasn’t it?” was the drummer’s remark to him before being asked to sign a CD a fan had bought. Owen’s signature, crap as all of his handwriting, took only seconds, even with thanking the fan, and the person was soon on their way out of the tent. See, this wasn’t so hard, he thought with a slight sigh. Especially since Chris really did have the bigger fan base out of the two, as was obvious while he wasn’t even standing to take pictures anymore, instead just letting people sit on his lap, while Owen himself had the minority of the fans coming up to him. Not that he cared, of course. The spotlight was the last place he wanted to be. Instead, he just smiled when asked to sign something by a person, a bit glad he had some fans, at least.
The rush that had started as Chris got here was about over by now. For some reason or another, the tent was pretty much cleared out, only a few people about to come in. Out of earshot of anyone else, Owen remarked, “So, you and Josie, huh?” There wasn’t anything to talk about, really. That had been the only thing he could think of, since he didn’t really want to complain about signing tent duties at the signing tent itself. And, to be truthful, it wasn’t too much of a stretch to say that the two had always had a bit of an uncomfortable friendship. Probably because they were both so different, their personalities almost contrasted. Seriously, Chris almost intimidated Owen at times. He probably didn’t mean to, Owen knew, but it seemed like it sometimes. Then again, Chris had been pranked by him a fair amount, and that alone would probably make someone a bit mad.
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Post by chris on Jul 5, 2009 15:03:47 GMT -5
I just want to break you down so badly. In the worst way. [/font] “I was pretty nice, did you like it?” Chris said, he unscrewed the lid, and took another sip. Being a screamer and all he had to keep up with his throat, talking, and everything that relates to his lovely screaming. When he was a little kid, he enjoyed singing. When he got older he found out the talent of screaming. He didn’t want to see that talent be thrown out the window. It would be the worst thing ever. Beside the point. He enjoyed everything about his new life, where he was. Being with the band, and Josie. Just thinking about it was just making him have butterflies. Chris flipped back to reality. He was starting to be different. Not the usual ‘happy, not talking to self’ Chris. He was starting to think just really what everything means to him again. Not like he didn’t, but lately it means more when you do the things you.
Owen brought Josie up. Most likely typical. They enjoyed being mean to each other. Chris saw it all. They just deeply liked each other and they express it like that. It was okay, but come on. They really will start to push it one day, which already happened. Then the band would break up. Then all the weight would be on their shoulders. Chris knew if that ever happened again. He’d leave the band, and find a new one. He doesn’t like dealing with shit like that. Especially when it was something stupid, like a little prank. Chris took a little prank every now and then, but his pranks weren’t under the definition ‘Josie and Owen’ kinda prank. They should have their own reading in the dictionary.
Chris had a little smile on his face thinking of the whole ‘dictionary’. He then realized that Owen probably wanted a answer. He turned his head to face Owen. “Yeah. She’s actually nicer when you want to get to know her. Not the rumors that I hear” Chris hopefully didn’t touch the whole ‘prank’ thing with Owen. He was smart enough. Maybe he was those people who are really slow. He didn’t know. Again he never talked to the other guy of the band. He’s always been either stuck in his room, or with Josie. Then Owen would always be gone by the time Chris wakes up. Which is normally late, since he goes and drinks himself.
He didn’t know if that conversation about the rumors would start Owen on the whole Josie thing. Chris put his cell phone in his lap. Then unscrewed his water bottle, taking a sip, a fan came up. He sat the cap and water down, signing the CD the girl bought. He was kinda glad he did those kinda things. Normally some people asked for his number. Since he did keep it out. Giving out your number to fans was the worst thing ever. Since he was done signing the CD he put the lid back on his water he had. Then kept it on the table. Pulling the phone back up to his face. He really loved his phone, it had everything he wanted on one small thing.
Thinking about all this rushed to his head. He decided to sign out of his phone, then closed it, he kept his phone really close to him. Someone stealing his phone was probably going to be bad too. Everyone probably in the whole world would know he texts his mom. Having the whole band know probably by now. Looking back at all the things that would get out. Josie was the first to find out. Probably because they were dating and everything but, he knew she wouldn’t tell the press. He liked girls that keep stuff to themselves. Then if it got out, he would seriously make the person who started it, a living hell.
Chris could make anything happen, just look where he was now. Probably a lot of people out there wanted to be where Chris was. Who didn’t a rock start, with an actually girlfriend, that likes what he likes to do. He would change lives for probably a day, but probably would need to take Josie with him. He looked back at Owen. How slow was Owen. This would probably would help to know a little a bit about Owen. He’ll just ask Josie. Since she’d probably would know a lot. “What about that uh. That blonde girl?” he wasn’t good with anything. Even guess ti ma tions. Those were the worst to guess for Chris. He sat there, he wanted to see what Owen would say.
occ;; whoo!
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Post by Owen Collins on Jul 6, 2009 9:11:22 GMT -5
--------------------------------------------------what would it take, for things to be quiet?quiet like the snowi know this isn't much, but i know, i could be better.-----------------------------------------------------------------
Nodding with a smirk at Chris’s comment – it seemed like something the bassist would say – Owen handed a CD he had finished signing back to a fan. Even so, it was almost weird how little he knew about Chris, considering they were in the same band and all. That was something they should probably change, since closer bands did seem to do better in the long run, and Owen had no idea what he would be without the band. Still, he wasn’t quite the most socially-minded person, and it was hard for him to initiate a good conversation. He was a bit jealous of Chris from that aspect; Chris never seemed to have trouble talking to people. That wasn’t something he would ever say, though, because that would be pretty lame. Even Owen knew that much. That didn’t stop him from secretly wishing he was able to talk so freely, though, at times. It wasn’t like he couldn’t talk; it was just easier for him to talk to someone he was comfortable with. Namely, Jynx or Josie. More so Jynx, of course, though he never seemed to have trouble being a brat to Josie, and that normally involved a good deal of talking.
A bit unsettled at the pause Chris seemed to have between his reply, Owen shrugged at the statement. His response was obviously light, calm, “Eh, whatever. No, I’m just kidding. I know she can be, as long as she’s not slashing tires and yelling at people.” Of course Chris knew about the whole mall thing; if Josie hadn’t told him, he was the one who picked Owen up from the mall after Josie apparently took a knife to his tires. Good times, he thought a bit sarcastically, cringing slightly. And, really, Chris was right. Josie had the ability to be a nice person. She and Owen were friends, after all, as much as they hated each other sometimes. Then again, being friends with Josie when she was perfectly nice would be rather boring, he had to admit. He had a feeling Chris wouldn’t exactly understand that, though. That wasn’t to say he wanted to sit here and talk about Josie, because he didn’t, really. Honestly, he kind of wanted to get off the topic. Clearly Chris liked her, but Owen didn’t in the same way, as should have been fairly obvious. So he resolved to find some way to move onto a different subject.
He was signing a few more CDs as Chris put his phone away. Owen’s eyebrows arched slightly. It was no secret that Chris was constantly, almost obsessively, as Owen saw it, texting his mother, so it was unusual for him to actually put the thing away. He shook his head with a slight smirk. He’d have to ask Josie about that. Once no people were waiting for Owen to sign anything, he reached for the bottle of Mountain Dew and unscrewed the top with a twist. He had just taken a drink and put the bottle back onto the table when Chris asked about the “blonde girl”. Owen’s eyes shot up, almost a bit offended that Chris didn’t know who Jynx was. At least, that’s who he assumed the bassist was talking about. Still, how could you not know Jynx’s name? She did as much or more for the band as Owen himself did and… Oh, God. He hadn’t noticed the context Chris had said that in until thinking back on it. He was clearly trying to get off of the Josie topic as well, and therefore mentioned someone who he thought… Shit. He thought – no, he couldn’t be suggesting that the Owen liked her. But he was, it seemed. Owen’s face flushed and he was able to mumble, “Jynx. You mean Jynx.”
Well, that was awkward. If Chris had any brains at all, he would probably catch that. Shit. He winced, mind racing to think of something to say to get off of that sensitive topic. Not thinking, he blurted out, “How long do we have to stay here? I mean, usually I’m not here, or I’m not paying attention or something…” Owen sighed, aware that he was rambling. Damnit, it wasn’t his fault. Chris was the one that brought Jynx up, and there was no way Owen was going to let him tell anyone about that. Not only did Jynx probably not feel the same way, if it got out to the press, he was screwed. Even if he weren’t that famous, the press would still have a field day over that. Damn it. Maybe he was overreacting, as he seemed to do quite a bit, but still, was it so wrong to not want people to find out about his liking Jynx? He didn’t think so. Hopefully Chris wouldn’t have caught his reaction.
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Post by chris on Jul 6, 2009 19:46:48 GMT -5
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we don't need then all we have is each other
except that i need more than you and me- - - - - - - -
Chris knew that. It was simple. Or not. Being as slow as he really was. ‘Jynx.. OH that was Josie’s little blonde friend. Or something like that.’ Chris thought to himself. The whole name thing blew over the top of his head all the time. “You like her don’t you? Hmm?” He didn’t know really what he was saying unless he thought about it seriously. That didn’t happen, right there. He was just wasn’t a person of thought. But the whole Jynx name thing, and relating to Josie’s little friends. Which didn’t interest him at all. Knowing a lot of things don’t interest him. Chris looked around, he saw a few people walking around still. He had the feeling, that he was going to go home, and not drink tonight.
He let out a sigh. Another fan came up for him to sign a CD. When he was done, he handed it to the girl. It was just like a girl like that to let out a high pitched sequel. That is what Chris hated about those kinda girls. Their voice is just so dang high, and annoying. Chris some how had to get over that. He looked back at Owen. He could tell he was very close the that Jynx girl. Chris was thinking, haha thinking. ‘He is really protective of that Jynx.’ Chris knew why. It was like all the love stories out there. The girl loves him, and he loves her, they just won’t admit to anything.
Chris would always think that life was more. So he always did more than normal people do. He was just a little bit concern on how he does things in life. He’d rather be living his life by parties. No drugs have ever touched Chris ever, and before. On the other side he just loved his beer. He was no where without it. Unless he was driving. I don’t think a DUI would look good on him. Even though he had his friends drive him anywhere. He drove places but it was planning on drinking. He’d make someone else take him. Living his life how he does is kinda scary for his mother. She was never really liked that. It was more of her boyfriend that Chris resembles. Leaving his ‘dad’ was probably the best thing his mom did. He just didn’t her son to be like him. Too bad, it happened.
Thinking about his father brought him back to all his child hood days. When he was just a wee little boy. Those touching time, were behind him. He wanted to move on, like most people. Some wanted to go back and be young. Chris on the other hand was more like. ‘It’s over, it’s over.’ but he would one day want to meet his dad, or not. He did on one hand like his dad, not really love him like most people. He let his mom walk out on him. His dad should’ve done something, or tried to stop her. Chris shook his head, then flattening his hair with his hands.
Chris reached over to his water. When he got a hold of it. He unscrewed the lid, then took another sip. Finishing off the water bottle. He was really lazy to throw it away. So he kept to clear bottle in his lap. Chris leaned more back in his chair. The crowd was calming down some. He sat there, crossing his arms, he put his attention back on Owen. What a calm guy. But when coming to talking. Not so good at. Chris could tell when he tried, which failed, to change the subject. Chris could catch the smallest things in people. He didn’t really want to know all this stuff, but it was like him to figure all the stuff out, piece by piece.
occ;; i've decided to make a little fancy thinger, sorry the post is all crapy ; - ; low muse.
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credits;; this was made by moi! i took the time to make one x3 i will take your little heart and smush it in my hand while you watch.. i think i got my point across ;] other than that i'm fine x3
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Post by Owen Collins on Jul 7, 2009 8:42:20 GMT -5
--------------------------------------------------what would it take, for things to be quiet?quiet like the snowi know this isn't much, but i know, i could be better.-----------------------------------------------------------------
Willing himself to stop the damn blushing, Owen sighed, unsure of how to answer that. Obviously he didn’t want to say yes, not because of the simple fact that he liked Jynx, but instead, he honestly didn’t know Chris well enough to trust him, and if he told anyone, Owen would probably die. On the same note, he didn’t want to lie about it and say no either; that would be flaky and just plain lame. In the end, he settled for a falsely sure, “Do you care?” The answer to that was pretty obvious in Owen’s mind - not that he was right - no, Chris really didn’t care about the two. He was probably just trying to make conversation, as the drummer had been doing when he had asked about Josie. Exhaling silently, he reached for the bottle of Mountain Dew, just in time for another fan to come up, offering a CD for signing. Setting the bottle back down before even opening it, he signed the CD while the fan heavily complimented the band, leaving him to awkwardly reply, “Thanks.”
After a screaming fangirl had left - completely forgetting Owen and instead going to Chris; something Owen was rather thankful for - he peered over at Chris. “Seriously, though. How long do we have to be here?” Luckily the tent had cleared out somewhat - most of the people who were going to come came shortly after the concert - except for the occasional straggler or two. But for all Owen knew, it was a rule that they had to be here so many hours to appease fans and such. Hopefully not, however, he didn’t have a clue. The only times he really came here were when he was dragged by Josie, and then he just followed her when she left. He had never really checked the time, and was now mentally kicking himself. The signing tent wasn’t that bad, he supposed, though it was boring enough for him to want to go back to the band house. He had better things to do, he thought, a bit stubbornly. Reconsidering that, he slouched a bit in his chair; like what, sleep? Oh, right. Unlike Josie or Chris, the first was probably already at some party, it was…extremely unusual for him to even have the slightest bit of alcohol.
Not that anyone in the band knew why, of course. He had always assumed that they thought he was some freak, or that he had an allergy or something. He hadn’t even told Jynx yet, and that made him feel quite shitty. See, most of the band knew he had a mother and a sister - the former of who never wanted to come to the island, the sister, Lindsey, was probably going to come in a few months or something, maybe for winter break, he didn’t know - and never really talked about his family, other than the slight mention of his sister or, even slighter, his mother. With good reason, though. His father was an alcoholic who pretty much screwed up Owen’s mom’s life, and did a fairly good job of screwing up his while the bastard was at it. Lindsey was lucky; she didn’t remember much, if anything of him, and just had their mom’s memories to hear about him from. And those were never really pleasant. So it was no wonder Owen avoided drinking. The last thing he wanted to do was follow in the bastard’s footsteps.
Glancing back to Chris, it was a bit alarming how little he knew about him, considering they were in the same band. He only really knew that the bassist slash screamer texted his mother near-constantly, partied about as much as Josie, and was formerly known around the band for being somewhat manwhore-ish. Oh, and he had a lot of tattoos, but that was pretty obvious to anyone. That was clearly not a lot to go on, so it wasn’t too much of a surprise, really, that they weren’t great friends. Yeah, Owen had called him when he was stranded at the mall - Josie, of course - but that was only because he was embarrassed to call Jynx about it, and she wouldn’t want to get involved in the thing, anyway. And, yeah, Owen felt kind of bad for never really getting to know Chris, but it wasn’t like Chris had ever really tried, either. Owen sighed, grabbing the bottle of Mountain Dew again and taking a drink before twisting the cap back on and placing it back on the ground. This was really boring; no wonder Josie and Hollis didn’t want to be here.
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Post by chris on Jul 7, 2009 16:17:52 GMT -5
Now let me see your hands swing. [/font]
Chris looked at Owen. “Seriously. You can leave whenever. I’m normally here, until I get a text about a party. It looks like we’re not having one. Surprisingly. So I’m leaving in like an hour or so.” Chris could tell that Owen doesn’t sit in the tent very often. He looked a little over protected over the little Jynx person. He sure didn’t want that to get out. Chris has only see the blonde girl a few times. So they’d make a good couple. It was like one of those little high school girl, who is Owen, and he’s chasing after the ‘cheerleader’ who is Jynx. Oh school was over years ago. People need to come out of the past. Only because Chris; 1. Didn’t like his past, and 2. He’d look horrible in his old classes in high school. He actually turned better right now, than in the past. He shook his head. He really did hate his face, and everything. After getting a lip ring and a few tattoos. Yes, a few. That just turned into a lot.
The boy leaned his chair back more. Holding on to the table. Not wanting to fall, he looked out a few girls were still walking around, probably getting the best of people. Since they wouldn’t have to wait in line for anything. “Now really, you do like Jynx. Then Yes, I have to know. I mean if you liked her you should tell her, then get out of High School.” Chris didn’t want to add the last part, but it just came out. “You know what I mean about High School, you’re just crushing on her like a Jock would. You really need to come out of the past.” he looked down at his phone. No texts. So he was going to sit there, and hopefully not kill each other. Well now Chris could see why Josie was mad at Owen. He seems like a little bratty baby. Chris was feeling a little bit mean now, but the boy should take it like a man. Then get over it.
He then looked out again, setting his sidekick on the table. Chris sat there thinking, and he really shouldn’t sit there like that, he’d rather be doing something else. He took the clear water bottle, to take his mind off the whole Jynx thing, he started to tear off the label. He didn’t really like that kind of water, but who would. Well, it was the only thing they had there. He probably should get like Gatorade, it was a lot better than that water he had. Well it was better than probably anything. He did enjoy his drinking Kool-aid. It was refreshing too. He just didn’t like drinking sodas. Those were the worst thing ever. They just tasted a little nasty for his likings. Well, speaking of soda. Owen was drinking one. That’s probably why he looks like he does. All that soda.
He could tell every thought he had in his head, was being coming a mean thought. Which was a little weird. He was never really mean to anyone, or anything. How intimidating he looked, Chris was like a friendly giant, but more good looking than an ugly giant. ‘That was mean.’[/b] he thought to himself. I think it was all this stress he was getting. He couldn’t really handle it at times. Just sitting and thinking clamed him down somewhat. Now making fun of some people was kinda fun to, but extremely mean. He really didn’t need that on his records too. Just being nice to everyone was more to his likings. ‘Chris you really need to stop thinking to yourself.’ he always thought this day would come. Him going crazy. occ;; mine sucks ; - ; words;; 610 <-- not cool lyrics;; Swing - Miss May I [/size][/center] |
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Post by Owen Collins on Jul 7, 2009 20:11:11 GMT -5
--------------------------------------------------what would it take, for things to be quiet?quiet like the snowi know this isn't much, but i know, i could be better.-----------------------------------------------------------------
Nodding at Chris’s answer, Owen wasn’t exactly sure what to do. He doubted Chris wanted him hanging around any longer than he had to, but, on the same note, Josie wouldn’t want him to be back at the house any sooner than was necessary. Damnit, it was times like these that made him wish he had his own house; though freeloading off the band’s sponsors was appealing enough to turn him off of that. Sure, he knew he wouldn’t be able to do that forever, but at the moment, it was not a horrible way to live. And, though no one knew it, he did actually have a bank account where he frequently deposited money he earned somehow. Maybe it was a bit weird for a band member to think that far ahead, but living on as little money as his family had done when he was a kid did that do you, he supposed. Still, he wished at times that he had gotten his own apartment, just to get away from everyone. He was never at the band house anyway – aside from night and practices – so that would be kind of pointless, after all.
Having just taken a sip of the soda, he coughed, out of surprise, as Chris began to lecture him. The drummer had nearly finished once Chris seemed to be done, and, regaining his composure, arched an eyebrow in curiosity. “I’m a jock, now?” He knew that hadn’t been what the bassist meant, but he honestly didn’t want to be lectured about this by the guy who didn’t even keep a girl around for more than a day. Maybe that was kind of critical, but Owen didn’t exactly give a shit at the moment. It wasn’t like Chris would understand, anyway. Owen let out a slight sigh, not wanting to get mad over something stupid like this. Unlike he and Josie, who could be absolute jerks to each other and still be friends, him blowing up at Chris wouldn’t help the band in the least. Still, he was mentally adding another fact to the list: Chris wasn’t the most considerate person out there.
Checking his phone, as there wasn’t really much else to do, he noted that it was now eleven. He’d leave in half an hour or so, supposing things didn’t change with him and Chris, for better or worse. Thinking back on the previous verbal exchange, Chris’s jock comment made Owen snicker a bit. For one thing, most “jocks” he had known in high school didn’t crush on their best friends, and really, when had Owen ever been a jock? If anything, he was the farthest person away from a jock. Okay, not really. He had friends; he wasn’t a total outcast. Still, sports, drinking, and partying were not his things; disqualifying him from being a jock in about every school in the US. Top that off with being in band, semi-shitty grades, and you’ve got the absolute least-likely jock ever. So Chris had been just a bit off. It’s not like he could have known, though, and Owen knew he had just mistakenly meant the whole crush thing.
Owen sighed quietly. It wasn’t too hard to guess that neither wanted to be here; or at least, not with the person they were here with, and he was starting to consider leaving. It was…eleven fifteen, he realized after checking his watch. Not that he wanted to leave their conversation on as bad a note as this, but Owen was getting a bit annoyed by now. Leaning back in the chair, he reached for the now-empty bottle, pondering for a second before he tossed it over into a trash can, the bottle hitting the rim and landing on the ground. Smooth, Owen. You can’t even walk for more than a few feet without tripping, and you think you can throw a bottle into a trashcan. Very smooth. Reluctantly getting up form the chair and picking the bottle off the ground, he dropped it safely into the trashcan and sat back down. Glancing over to Chris as if the thing hadn’t happened, he raised an eyebrow and asked, a slightly bored tone tinting his voice, “Look, do you just want me to leave?” He wouldn’t be very surprised if Chris affirmed that, though it would be a bit insulting. Because, really, how many band members got along like that? Still, he was prepared to leave without much of an argument.
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Post by chris on Jul 7, 2009 23:17:28 GMT -5
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Chris looked at Owen. ‘So silly. he thought himself. He was getting a little tired, maybe he should leave soon. He didn’t want to go back to the house, and there was no party, so he was most likely going to go home, probably lay down. He was thinking again, sleep he hasn’t even taken a nap. He was probably not going to wake up until late. He was out till almost 5 last night, and screaming and playing the bass didn’t help. Chris really needed sleep. Since it wasn’t a little healthy to stay up all day, with no naps, not even time to close his eyes for a few minutes. Except for blinking, but that didn’t help. He stood up.
He walked over to the trash can, putting the clear water bottle, and the blue wrapper in the trash. He decided not to go back to his seat, he got another water from the cooler. He unscrewed the lid, then took another sip. Was he getting sick. ‘Great I might be getting sick. he re screwed the lid back on the water bottle. Chris sat the ¼ full water bottle on the table. Oh well. Everyone has to get sick sometime, and it was Chris’s turn. He really hated being sick, but why can’t he never get sick. Well it’s a part of life, so he couldn’t see that happening.
Chris sat back down in his chair. He re crossed his arms. Keeping himself somewhat warm. Even though he gets cold fast. He should’ve brought a jacket. He didn’t which wasn’t a shocker. He didn’t want to be like a little girl and carry his jacket around. Well it wasn’t like he already was one, since he carried his phone around, and then text his mom. He really didn’t see what was wrong. As soon as he got dirt on the band, he was most likely going to say it, or at least try. He wasn’t like that, but ehh the whole band had some dirt, he just needed to dig up something. Chris needed something better to do during the day. Then starting shit about the band would be the best.
Chris leaned more back in his chair. Being the way he is, he tried so hard not to fall out. He couldn’t handle pain, and being somewhat sick. Since he was getting sick, he’d wasn’t going to take any shit from the band. He was thinking that sitting, and sleeping in his room all days. Until he wasn’t sick. He’d get all the sleep he wanted he just couldn’t wait to go home, lay in his bed. Then rest all day. That seemed like more fun then sitting with Mr. Boring himself. He doesn’t really know how to handle a conversation. He let out another sigh. “You can go whenever. I’m thinking about leaving myself. I’m getting a little sick.” Chris looked out watching the people walk by. He should get going or the sickness would get to him more.
He got up, looked around grabbed his phone and shoved that into his pocket. Then he got his water. Pulling his keys out. “Yea I’m going. It was erhm.. Kinda nice to meet you?” he said, even though their conversation was a little nerve breaking. Well Mr. Boring was just killing him with the boredness. So he was getting ready to go. “Need a ride? Or did you get your tired fixed?” he kind of laughed a little. He did call Chris to pick him up, ‘I wonder why he didn’t call Jynx.’ Chris shrugged to himself. It was kind of funny Owen, and Josie fought like that. Well. Not really but that was beside the point. Chris was getting ready to go. He stood there waiting for his reply.
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