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Post by kaitie on Jun 19, 2009 14:43:54 GMT -5
"Dreaming... I was only dreaming..." The lyrics pounded through his mind as Michael, informally known as Mike, jolted awake. He had been peacefully napping under one of the large trees around campus. After all, Michael never really wanted to do anything school related on campus anyway.. And a nap, seemed like a good way to put his father's money to use. The boy stretched out before pushing himself upright and looking around the brightly colored grounds. Nothing new, nothing exciting. Just these shades of green, yellow and blue. It was warm for the afternoon; sweat beads forming on his brow. Quickly, he wiped them away and then wiped his hand on his pants. "Laughter...There is no more laughter..." Mike sighed again. It was so true about this place. That stupid girl, Kyle had to just come in demanding stuff and it ruined his life. He was now, stuck here, at the biggest cock blocker on the planet - an all boy school. Mike reached into his pocket and pulled out his iPod switching to the next song.. "Restless Heart Syndrome". This song seemed to be the soundtrack of his life. He felt so trapped. Effortlessly, he flipped open his cellphone, no new text messages. Oh right, who would want to text him now that his father had told everyone he dropped off the face of the Earth. Sometimes Kyle would text him, but that wasn't exactly the kind of communication he was looking for. Bored, he let his bottom lip sink under his top teeth and Mike bit down slowly. "I feel like I've been crucified, to be satisfied..." Mike shut his eyes, letting them roll into the back of his head as he thought. There had to be something that he could do to make this more bearable. Sneak out? Sure, if he wasn't going to get beat by the heads of the school. But why not just screw around? It would make life more bearable here, and it would definatly be something to look forward to. Mike opened his eyes. He had a few friends here, but they weren't close friends, just acquaintances. They weren't friendly enough toward each other to allow Mike to say something about a plan, or a party, or girls. Half the boys here, Mike snorted, didn't even know what a girl was or how to associate themselves with the opposite sex. Either that, or the rest all chased boys. A shiver went down Mike's spine at the thought of all of the homos here. It was so against nature. Again, he flipped open his phone.. No new messages. The words seemed to be taunting him and the world just seemed to not care about him anymore. Bored, yet again, he flipped the phone closed and waited, letting the lyrics capture his mind once more and allow him to drift off into a sleep.
(Hope I didn't offend anyone about the homosexual part. =| It's his nature.)
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Post by Sarah on Jun 20, 2009 10:04:17 GMT -5
(None taken by me. And, sorry Murder, I'm stealing this next post from you. Lol. Just cut in next post. We'll make it a three way. ^^ Oh, and no sexual pun intended. xD)
Claude thought idly as he walked the grounds, as bored as any other boy at the school. Well, as bored as any other boy who didn't give a damn about this place. It seemed like Eddingborough, like any other school, was separated into social classes. There were the rich snobs who got here after much whining of public school; there were the Smart-as-Fuck kids who actually deserved the higher learning; and, then there was Claude's type-- Sent away above all wants or needs of the place.
And how cruelly unfair it was.
But, when was life fair? When was life just? Never. Never for Claude, it seemed. And so, he had to stick it out, for his and his family's sake. Pah, scratch that. His so-called family didn't give a damn about him, and so the feeling would be mutual. If anything, he was doing this for him, and him alone. When the world was cold and bitter, you had to look out for yourself, and yourself alone.
A friend, he could use at Eddingborough, if he could ever let anyone in that close. The people you love could turn out to be your worst enemies, if you let them be. That, or if you piss them off enough, and they knew everything about you. Claude never knew who and how to trust. What kind of outsider would want into his ring to begin with? It didn't make any logical sense to him, and so it was nonsense.
Walking further down the grounds, he scanned the area. There always seemed to be new boys at the school. Or, they were new to Claude, at least. He didn't talk to anyone he didn't have to talk to. But, if he was wanting to even attempt at a friend at Eddingborough, he was going to have to quit that. He was going to have to be a little social butterfly, and get his ass out in the open to people.
The boy under the tree would be his first victim, in that case. The grounds were by no means empty, but the one boy stood out from the rest. Casually, Claude walked over. the maroon tie hung loosely around his neck. He hated the damn dress code here. It was unbearable.
"Hey," Claude said simply, his voice timid. On the inside, he was everything but. Only, Mike wouldn't know much about him until he spoke more than three sentences to him. Claude didn't reveal himself willingly. "Mind if I sit here?"
How long would the polite charade last? Claude wasn't always a bitch or rude, but he was a pessimist. It was that side of him that came out most of all, and pissed people off. But, he didn't know this boy, and so maybe he would be different from the rest.
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Post by kaitie on Jun 20, 2009 10:43:43 GMT -5
Blue eyes were revealed as his eyelids flickered back. Michael was startled that one of the boys here came up and made an effort to talk to him. He was .... Elated? No not the right word, but nonetheless, happy at the thought that someone here acknowledged his presence, besides the professors and the other heads of the school.
When Claude spoke, chills ran up Michael's spine. There were two solutions to this problem: let the kid sit next to him, or tell him to get the hell out of his way, and that he was leaving. Mike shrugged indifferently. "Uh.. Sure?" There was a hint of question in his voice, just because Mike hadn't thought out all of the possible outcomes if he let this boy sit next to him.
And Mike knew how the boys at this school were...
His stomach tightened as he waited for Claude to sit. If this kid sat down next to him and whipped it out or tried to do something ridiculous of the sort, Mike swore. He'd kill someone and not have to ever come back to this place. But then again, Mike hoped that there was maybe, one straight guy at this place who had their mind in the right place..
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Post by Sarah on Jun 20, 2009 10:55:16 GMT -5
It was clear to hear that the boy sitting below him was a little weary. Well, that made two of them. Claude didn't like to think of himself as bisexual or even gay, but would admit, Mike was a pretty boy. No way in hell would he EVER say that out loud, of course. He planned on making a 'friend' for once, and he was going to do just that.
Nodding his head, Claude carefully sat down, but made sure to keep some space between them. No need to get all touchy feely...Claude shuddered at the thought. He would be really, really messed up if he imagined that about a total stranger. He would most likely be suicidal if that was to happen.
Pulling at the stiff tie around his neck, he took it off, and sat it on his lap. He pulled off the even stiffer blazer from off his shoulders. The fucking heads here were nuts. It was so damn hot out, and they expected boys to live by the rules? He thought not. But, then again, maybe it was best to layer on as much clothing on some of these kids as possible. Maybe it would discourage them from stripping down...
"I'm Claude Kepp," he introduced himself, no longer letting his mind wander. Whenever he did that, he got himself into some fucking freaky situations, and he didn't need any at this time.
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Post by kaitie on Jun 20, 2009 13:25:33 GMT -5
Michael's eyes widened as he watched Claude remove his tie and then his blazer. Holy shit.. This kid was already stripping out of his clothing and they had just met. Not even met, but exchanged about two or three words with each other and bam. Michael shifted uneasily so that he was sitting up right, decent posture and everything.
He swallowed that rather large knot that had formed in the back of his throat. You know, the one you get when things get either awkward or you're nervous. This was definatly an awkward moment. Almost to gay baby extent.
It was hot out, so Mike some-what threw away the thought that the reason why Claude was stripping wasn't just to get Michael to do the same. Hell, Mike had ditched his blazer and used it as his pillow for his nap. And his tie, well, we won't talk about that one. Michael liked to bend the rules around campus, especially during the warmer months. He lounged in his un-tucked button-down polo and black slacks. Of course, he would of preferred to be in jeans and a t-shirt, but that wasn't allowed. Oh no. Not at so prick-school.
"I'm Claude Kepp..." Michael swallowed again, his throat dry and he wasn't sure yet whether or not he actually wanted to answer. But, he couldn't help himself and wasn't going to put off a chance for friends. "I'm Michael Burkowitz. Call me Mike." He held out his hand in a friendly gesture.
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Post by Sarah on Jun 20, 2009 13:42:51 GMT -5
Claude didnt think twice of it when he took off his blazer. It was hot out, the blazer was hot, and it was the least he was going to do. It wasnt like he was stripping off his pants for the guy or anything. Not at all. Claude was never that up-front about anything, or anything that profound.
And, well, hell, if he was going to do a striptease, he was going to do it damn right. Nothing casual about it. And, for another thing, it'd be more likely for it to happen for a pretty woman, or a much prettier boy.
Not to say that Mike wasnt cute, though. It just wasnt completely how Claude was.
At first, Claude wasn't entirely sure that Mike was going to introduce himself. And, well, that would be downright awkward. More for himself, Claude figured, since he would be the one being snubbed. He smiled warmly-- though it probably seemed seductive to Mike-- as the other boy extended his hand. It was a bit formal, but Claude did the same, giving Mike's hand a firm shake before releasing.
His hand rested back in his lap, after running the hand through his hair. This was the hard part. This was the actual talking part. Ugh. Claude let out a firm sigh, looking around the grounds. "Damn I need to get out of here..." He murmured to himself, not realizing that the thought was even outside of his head for Mike to hear.
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Post by kaitie on Jun 20, 2009 13:56:36 GMT -5
Mike smiled. It was such a fake smile that anyone could of seen through it. But he had hoped that it was sincere enough to get Claude to stop taking clothes and maybe have realize that Michael wasn't interested in any sausage fest activities. Oh well...Michael thought. He was a jackass and wasn't going to let that title go. But he also wanted friends here. Straight friends.
Mike nodded in Claude's response. The thought of getting out of here seemed so close, but unreachable. It was dangling in his face, but he just didn't have the guts to retrieve it. It was just... There. "Pssh. You're telling me." Mike added as a rejoinder to his nod. Finally, someone who wanted to leave and maybe do the same things that Mike wanted to do. Like maybe see a girl, for the first time in who knew how long.
It wasn't that Mike didn't see girls.. He did. If you mean the professors and a couple of the staff members. Oh and those ridiculously risque magazines he'd look at when people slept late at night. But that wasn't good enough. There was a total lack in good-looking females here. They were either, married, lesbian, or too old to even consider. And risque magazines were getting old. You can only look at the same naked girl so many times and get excited.
"How do you propose getting out of here?" Mike asked, arching a brow. He needed to start a conversation and stop fantasizing about girls he'd never get a chance with. He needed someone his age, and nearby so he could see her whenever he wanted or needed. Maybe Claude was in the same situation and they'd be able to devise something together. Mike smiled to himself at the thought.
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Post by Sarah on Jun 20, 2009 14:13:16 GMT -5
Oh, and that smile was anything and everything but adoring and sincere. It was see-through, even to Claude, who could be oblivious. Seeing it, Claude couldnt help but rolled his eyes. Mike wasnt fooling anyone here, and Claude made that clear. "You should take some acting courses," He muttered to himself. Claude could seem bipolar sometimes. His happy-go-lucky act was through with, it seemed. He didnt go for kids who acted like something they werent. If the dick hated him, he was to say it to his face, tell him to get the hell away, or something like that. Screw manners.
Claude almost got up to walk away, but decided to stand around. Hell, he'd let the guy have his comeback, if he wanted it. Maybe a fight would break out. Pssh, like Claude could stand a chance. He had some muscle, from years of squabbles with his brother, but he wasnt buff. He couldnt take Mike. Not in his dreams.
But, Claude would agree though, his Playboys all the way from March were past old. Claude never thought he could get bored with staring at buck-naked women, but by the time he memorized everything about her-- mainly her boobs-- the interest was gone. He had to actually imagine a hot girl to get himself even remotely excited, and even then, he pictured what used to be his Rachel.
Claude rose his brows as Mike actually seemed to take him seriously. He didnt hesitate to try and think up a plan, though. "Something at night," Claude murmured. "There's a city not too far from here... 45 minute drive I hear. And, just about every city has a whore house, if you look close enough." Both boys were on the same page here. Wow.
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Post by kaitie on Jun 20, 2009 14:27:24 GMT -5
"You should take some acting courses," Mike rolled his eyes. "I'm not gay." He spat back before looking away. He didn't want to start a fight. Personally, if this punk-ass bitch wanted to start something, Mike would go for it. It would be a one-way ticket out of here. Well, maybe not. Unless he seriously hurt Claude and the school infirmary couldn't do anything about it.
Mike nodded again, scratching his spikey, gelled hair. "I don't really want a whore house..." He trailed off, thinking. He didn't want a naive girl, but he didn't want a whore either. Just a girl, with some experience to please him. That's it. Plus he didn't want to pay money for something he could get for free.
So a 45 minute drive seemed like nothing. It was all of a matter of getting a car and someone to drive and sneaking out. Not a problem... right? Wrong. Michael turned to face Claude. "How exactly are we driving to the city and working this whole thing? I don't have a car... And I'm pretty sure you don't either." Mike sighed, biting his lip again. He pulled his legs to his chest and leaned his down in between his knees.
They were so screwed and it looked like he would have to continue to look at Playboy for another year and a half.
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Post by Sarah on Jun 20, 2009 14:36:28 GMT -5
Claude's dark brows lifted at the quick response. "What does sexuality have to do with it?" He snorted, then suddenly smirked. Maybe the boy was insecure. It'd be another button for Claude to push. This was the punk-ass side of him coming out, definitely. It seemed like if a friendship did happen, that a fair share of fighting would also.
The smirk never seemed to melt completely off his face. Pretty lips remained in a small, rather cruel looking smile. But, then the conversation switched again to what could be their escape, even if it was an escape for 2 hours. He rose his brows at Mike's words. "Picky?" He said simply, and shrugged. Hell, Claude just needed laid, and soon. He didnt care who it was by, as long it was his cock in some girls pussy.
Claude scowled as Mike pointed out the obvious flaws in his plan. "I don't..." he muttered, thinking again. Suddenly, his face lit up. "But I can hotwire," He rose a steady brow, the smirk again in place. Thank you Daiton and your oh-so many schemes that at one point or another, screwed Claude over, but taught him plenty. "Staff Parking lot." he said simply, giving Mike a moment to assess the new idea.
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Post by kaitie on Jun 20, 2009 14:50:32 GMT -5
Michael ignored Claude's sexuality comment. Mike wasn't insecure, just he liked being a man and what came along with begin a man, and the man standards. Michael shrugged off the comment, thinking about stereotypes in high schools and how if a male participated in choir or something that involved the arts, there was something to question about him. Or at least that was how Michael was raised. Dad didn't like those queer boys singing or dancing with Kyle when they went to her recitals. Mike sighed and then he thought about the current plan.
He nodded again, licking his lips to moisten them. "Sounds like you got yourself some skills." He smiled again, this time it was meant to be sincere because he liked where this boy's head was. (And he did not mean the second one.) His thoughts lingered on the whore house but then came back to reality as he stared at Claude. "I'm not picky, just would like to keep myself clean down there and free of the clap and other junk. Not saying a whore would be nice.. But.. Eh." It was true. He wasn't picky, he just didn't want a disease, surely Claude would/could understand that.
Truthfully speaking, Mike wanted a drunken high school girl. He wanted to go to a high school party and see maybe, people he knew. He wanted to get out and attend some normal high school where he could get girls at ease.
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Post by Sarah on Jun 20, 2009 15:06:34 GMT -5
Since Mike didnt respond, Claude took that as a 'Okay, I'm done talking about this...awkward' situation. When it wasnt him that was stuck in the middle of them, he found them down right delicious to watch, deepending on how the other boy would react. But, Mike seemed to brush it off, which wasnt any fun. But now, he wanted to know more about this guy, so that he knew how to get under his skin.
Seeing the smile this time, Claude could tell he was not acting (And not gay?! Or, at least, that was what Mike was so defensive of. Wtf.) Claude shrugged once easily. "I guess," he said calmly. "Hey, douche bags for siblings are worth something, I guess." He didnt like to think of Daiton though. Daiton wasnt stuck in this shit hole. Daiton was nice n' cozy back in Florida. Dick.
Slowly, Claude nodded to agree with Mike. That was a good point. The clap would be hell to go through... he shuddered at imagining it alone. "Kay, no whore houses," he said easily, deciding it immediately. He let out a slow sigh as he thought, and a random tidbit flew past his lips. "Dammit I just want Rachel," He muttered to himself, only intended for himself. He didnt know Mike, and so it was pure accident for it to be mentioned.
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Post by kaitie on Jun 20, 2009 15:31:29 GMT -5
Mike laughed lightly at Claude's reference to shitty siblings. That was indeed the case. Except, Mike couldn't think of anything decent that he got out of Kyle when he was living with her. All that happened was that he got sent here, so that was a good reason to call her a douche bag. "Damn straight." He agreed, this time looking up at the sky to reminisce on being back home.
So Claude and him were seeing eye to eye. This was a great start. No whore houses, they both wanted some pussy and they had to share life with douche-bag siblings. How cute. Mike laughed lightly again at his thoughts and then thought about Kyle. She must of been enjoying life.. On the beach, or wherever the hell she went off to. She probably got herself pregnant. Oh he remembered the times with her.
His thoughts were interrupted when he heard Claude mumble something about a Rachel. So he wasn't gay. Great, another thing that they shared. Curiosity struck him, he had to ask now. "Who's Rachel..?"
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Post by Sarah on Jun 20, 2009 15:43:31 GMT -5
It seemed like Claude couldnt have picked a better boy to attempt to be friends with, because for once it worked out as planned. They had more in common than what met the eye. Claude wouldnt have been able to tell that Mike had a douche for a sibling too on looks alone. It only caused him to think of times when Daiton had screwed him over.
Well, Daiton hadnt always been a douche, at least. For a while, Daiton had been Claude's only friend. Well, until he figured out where he was supposed to shove the appendage between his legs. He got girls, and Claude got left behind. But, those were just the breaks. In turn, Claude found the miracles of alcohol and beer and margaritas and tequila and bloody mary's and everything else under the sun. Claude's left hand reached up for the mark between his shoulder blades at the thought. It was like he could feel the needles piercing his skin again.
Claude shuddered, and rubbed the stained skin tenderly. He had too many skeletons in his closet, and that was for certain.
Hearing Mike, Claude blinked, flashing to the present. "Oh," He said easily, the image of a dirty blonde girl with brown eyes flickering in his mind's eye. "A girl I dated," he murmured with a shrug. Yes, dated, in the past tense. But, hell, it wasnt Claude's fault, was it? He just knocked the chick up... She should have took birth control!
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Post by kaitie on Jun 21, 2009 10:55:26 GMT -5
His mind wandered as the silence consumed them. It was okay if Claude didn't want to answer about Rachel. They hardly knew each other and that question was a bit personal. Mike understood. He was practically a stranger after all.
He waited some more and then finally the words came. "Oh a girl I dated..."Michael was touched at this comment. So the kid really wasn't lying to him about being involved with girls. He actually did get them. Well, there was another thing that they shared in common. He nodded in his silence response, because he wasn't really sure if there was any need for a verbal one.
Cool, friends.
As Michael took in Claude's response, he thought about his own past relationships and whether or not he had a serious one. Nope. Not one. That was a little upsetting, but to Mike, it was in his nature, so no worries there. And honestly, he didn't care that this kid next to him had a relationship and Mike didn't. Relationships were just a ball and chain situation with lots of problems.
"So what happened between you and Rachel?" Mike asked, raising a brow, curious, yet again. If they were going to be friends, he wanted to know what happened and other details.
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