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Post by Braxton Reid on Jan 10, 2010 18:27:27 GMT
Braxton was wandering around, his newly found brother not attatched to his hip for once. He was tired of him asking about that girl, tired of him probing him for information. When he obviously knew about as much ad Brendan himself did. Braxton couldnt tell if Brendan was interested, or if he just wanted to kill the girl off. But Braxtons bet was on the first option.
So Braxton wandered around the harbour, trying to clear his mind. Trying to get the previous day out of his head. He hoped he would never see that girl again. Its not that he didnt like her for her. Its that he had a fear of women.
Braxton shook his head. "Enough about that girl!" He said to himself, even though he couldnt hear his words over the music invading his ears. Like his brother - and nearly everyone else he knew or was aquainted with - he liked his music loud, like he liked his soda without ice. Loud music was just another thing that made Braxton Braxton. Along with books, caffiene, and his annoying brother Brendan.
He continued to wander around, thinking of everything and nothing at all. The chances of actually running into someone here was slim to none. And Braxton didnt quite think he liked those odds of being oh so alone.
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Post by Mathew Antonio Valentine on Jan 10, 2010 18:44:52 GMT
The water was already running in the shower, filling the tiny room with steam quickly. Mathew was looking over his self, scanning to check for any bruises. Not that he cared, but a bruise on the chest meant no open shirts. He stepped into the shower quickly, letting the water glide across his skin, hot hands touching everything. The warmth reminded him of something else, but he refused to think of that. It had been far too long since his last boyfriend to start moping now. Matt quickly washed himself, not bothering with the formalities of conditioner. He stepped out, drying himself off with a towel before grabbing clothes.
An open shirt, as always, with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows. His jeans were ripped and torn, almost falling apart, but in a way only a texan could pull it off. He gave the newest boots a quick scrubb with his hand, an attempt at cleaning no doubt. Finally, to stay true to his home, Mathew grabbed a light tan cowboy hat, throwing it on his head before running outside.
Mathew's feet hit the ground in a certian pattern he was used to, glad to be back to exercising. It was odd for him to lose football in his life, since everything revolved around football for him. But it didn't matter now, whats done is done. Everything about running made sense to him. He knew where to plant his feet, how to keep his breathing, and when to push himself. As if by miracle he landed jogging at the harbor, glad it was empty today.
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Post by Braxton Reid on Jan 10, 2010 19:15:25 GMT
Braxton continued walking, looking out occasionally to the horizon. At one point he stopped and leaned on the railing, his hands hanging over the water. Bullet for my Valentine played their tune in his ear, screaming out a love song. He watches a boat make its way across the wide open waters, as if it hadnt a care in the world. He sighed, wishing he could have no cares. But alas, he had everything to care about. And he didnt like it. Why couldnt some guy just come and sweep him off of his feet? Take him away to calmer waters, and gentler faces.
He sighed again, knowing no such thing would ever happen.
"You dream to much..." He mumbled to himself, then continued to make his way down he harbor, watching his feet. They carried him to so many places, and yet he had never really thought about them. And yet he disliked them so.
He glanced back at the darkening horizon, some hollow part his his chest aching. It had been so long since he had ever loved someone, and something inside him wanted that love back. Wanted to be loved and in return love them.
"Pssh. Like that'll ever happen."
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Post by Mathew Antonio Valentine on Jan 10, 2010 19:26:37 GMT
Mathew leapt onto the railing, balancing carefully. He was done jogging so now he was all about having fun. Maybe meet a guy or two, hopefully take one home. He laughed at himself, yeah. Like he would ever do such a thing, that was his twins area. His muscles buldged slightly, still getting used to working out again, his open shirt letting cool air flow in.
Matt took off again, running at full speed. Running striaght into a cute boy dressed darkly. Matt couldn't stop, knocking into the boy with a thud, tipping him over dangerously close to falling. He whipped out his arms, just in case the boy really did fall, hating to hurt anyone like that. "I'm so sorry, you alright?" he asked with the adorablely manly southern drawl, concern written all over his face.
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Post by Braxton Reid on Jan 10, 2010 19:36:56 GMT
Braxton shook his head and continued walking, not even looking at the guy. Knowing his luck, the guy would be cute and his girlfriend was across the street waving at him. He shook his head to clear the thought from his head and continued to walk, trying to put distance between him and the boy. He glanced back at the horizon, then at his watch. He would have to be getting home soon. He was growing extremely lonely and very agitated. He looked down at his shoe then bent down to tie it. Something made him want to turn around and talk to the guy, at least for some sort of company, but he decided against it, knowing the guy had much better things to do than talk to a loser like him.
"Youre pathetic, you know that?" He asked himself, as he stood and continued to walk along the harbor.
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Post by Mathew Antonio Valentine on Jan 10, 2010 19:42:40 GMT
Mathew debated, it wasn't his place to do chasing after a guy he didn't even know. But right now it seemed like a great idea, if only because the guy seemed so upset. "Hey, wait." he called, knowing the boy wouldn't hear him but it made him feel better. He walked quickly, not even having to jog to catch up. Mathew smiled, grabbing the loner lightly by the arm and turning him to face Matt. "You alright?" he tried again, still looking concerned. Maybe it was over hitting him, or maybe just because it was the polite thing to do. He wasn't so sure which it was.
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Post by Braxton Reid on Jan 10, 2010 19:48:02 GMT
Braxton looked up at him, a blush creeping across his pale cheeks. He was right about him being cute. He reached to his pocket and tugged the earphone wire, the bud popping out of his ear and falling to sway by his leg.
"D-did you say something?" He asked, more of a mumble than anything. He lowered his head again, his hair tumbling into his eyes.
Dont get yourself worked up over a guy you cant have, love. He thought, rubbing the toe of his shoe against the wooden plank.
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Post by Mathew Antonio Valentine on Jan 10, 2010 20:22:18 GMT
Mathew smiled, the kind that had broken many a woman's hart. If only he knew he had that kind of effect on men. "Yeah. Sorry about hitting you. You alright?" he asked, relaxing his grip on the boys arm. Well he might be a more goth boy then Mathew was used to, but he was definitly cute. Definitly a guy he'd love to get to know better. He smiled again, trying to relax the guy who was obviously not a flirt.
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Post by Braxton Reid on Jan 10, 2010 20:39:47 GMT
Braxton nodded, keeping his head down. If theres one thing he didnt want to do, it was look at the guy. He was entirely too cute. And Braxton didnt want to fall for some stranger.
"Y-yeah, Im fine..." He mumbled. He ran his hand through his hair, it falling right back into his face. He adjusted the booksack he carried everywhere and pulled his iPod out of his pocket to change the song. He was always akward around people. They never seemed to like him much.
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Post by Mathew Antonio Valentine on Jan 10, 2010 20:56:21 GMT
Mathew offered another breath taking smile, though the guy wouldn't look at him. "Are you from the school?" he asked casually, leaning against the rail as if he had walked a few moments ago rather then ran. His accent was as thick as ever, coating each word with a drawl. If he'd been from Oaklahoma maybe he'd have that adorable southern twang, but then that voice wouldn't go with his body type.
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Post by Braxton Reid on Jan 10, 2010 21:24:42 GMT
Braxton nodded, keeping his head lowered. His chin was nearly to his chest. And his heart was at his feet. Unlike his brother, it was unusual to hear him speak. And to him, he had spoken enough for a lifetime. He was sure this guy had better things to do than bother with him.
"D-dont you have something more important to do?" He asked, finally looking up, if only for a moment. The guy was gorgeous, his accent was adorable, and his body set Braxton on fire, from head to toe. For once in his life, Braxtons rational, computer-like mind wasnt working for him. And he was left on his own to wing it.
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Post by Mathew Antonio Valentine on Jan 10, 2010 23:37:29 GMT
Mathew offered yet another of his breath taking smiles, he really should be a male model. "Not really, It's nice right here." He pulled himself up, sitting casually on the beam but still looking just as seductive. Everything he did, the way he moved, the way he talked. He did all of it to real in the guys, wanting to know who was gay and who might be interested before letting himself fall in love.
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Post by Braxton Reid on Jan 10, 2010 23:54:23 GMT
Braxton shifted his weight from one foot to the other, his previous foot falling alseep. He pulled his iPod out of his ear, seeing as this guy had no intent on leaving anytime soon. He finally allowed himself to look at the guy, his teeth bearing down into his lip. The guy was cute, but he was the type Braxton would never be able to have. Along with every other guy in the world. In his mind, he gave up on love. Something about this guy hurt way too bad, and Braxton didnt even know him.
"Brax.." he mumbled, extending his delicate hand.
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Post by Mathew Antonio Valentine on Jan 17, 2010 1:03:25 GMT
Mathew offered another earth shattering smile, finding himself drawn to the boy by some strange feeling. He was confused, not used to having anymore thought then an animal, keeping himself busy with looks rather then words. What was his name again? "I'm Matt." he said finally, pulling the boy into a tight embrace, glad to remember his won name. Matt breathed in deeply, pulling away slowly before leaning againt the post again. A part of him wanted to kiss the boy, but that thought was killed like a bug. Kissing a stranger was his twin's territory, he was too timid for that.
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Post by Braxton Reid on Jan 17, 2010 1:18:05 GMT
Braxton nearly jumped out of his skin when the guy hugged him. He hadnt been so much as touched in years. Other than hugging his brother a few days ago, physical contact was an unfamiliar feild. The guy smelled nice, just out of the shower. Braxton smiled and looked at him for possibly the first time.
"So Im guessing youre athletic. Soccer or football?" He asked, shoving his hands into his pockets. Something about this guy was intriguing. And Braxton liked it.
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