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Post by jaxon on Jul 26, 2011 17:06:16 GMT -5
  
Jax fluffed his hair as he finally walked out of the bathroom. Checking the clock on the table, there was still a lot of time before Stereo Obscurity would be in their rehearsal time. Everyone was everywhere right about now. Jaxon was the only one on the tour bus. He had just gotten dressed in his signature dark washed jeans, Converse, blue printed tee and white and black checkered belt. He had decided to gel his wild black hair and it was basically spiked out all over the place. Jax already had breakfast and was ready to go. Knowing him, he’d be the last one off the bus.
Although one thing was missing, sunglasses, his sunglasses were nowhere to be seen. He vaguely remembered setting them down somewhere on the bus. But where were they? Jaxon looked around the bus and walked back into the rear of the bus where the wardrobe was stored before it was brought backstage. He searched through the racks and the bags. But no sunglasses were to be found. Where in the world could they be? He couldn’t exactly by another pair, not of the same glasses. Oh no. The glasses were one of a kind. Given to him as a promotional gift by Prada. He couldn’t have lost them. Could he?
Starting to panic a little bit Jaxon rummaged through his things. The sunglasses had to be somewhere. He had been wearing them every day for months. They turned out to be great sunglasses with their exclusive polarized lenses and style they were irreplaceable. Literally. They were also far too expensive to replace. Finally, in his bed, under the covers there they were! “Oh thank god!” He shouted jumping up and down. Quickly he hooked them to his shirt and checked his messages on his Blackberry Storm. Lately, their manager had been leaving messages for reminder of rehearsals. He listened to the usual message and sent out his usual tweet on Twitter. “Morning all! Hot out here in SD, but doing fine. Rehearsal is going to be sick! See you at the show!” Then sent it off.
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Post by CALEB GABRIEL BLACK on Jul 26, 2011 18:56:22 GMT -5
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The night before had been..eventful and..the same to be honest. He had a reputation for his ‘antics’ as it were, not that he cared too much. As it was his life, and he live the way he wanted to. Besides, they hadn’t started any shows yet, so he could do stay out all night. He had rehearsals later, though he was sure to turn up. In fact. He was heading back to the tour site from the hotel right now. He couldn’t stay away from his bandmates for too long, as he could along with them so well. They were like his family, in more ways than one.
Yawning, Nik wasn’t sure what time it was exactly. He wasn’t very good at keeping track of time, not at all. Even when he could just take a look at his cell, that was nestled somewhere in his jean pocket. He didn’t really mind nor care, as he went by his own clock. Nik was a free-spirit and care –free, and laid back. He had been called lazy alot, by both his bandmates and the media, but Nik knew that could never be true. He wasn’t lazy when it came to his music, at least. He was dedicated an passionate, hence why he had started the band with his best friend.
That thought made him unconsciously smile as he wandered past the tour buses, looking for his own one. Nik idly fished in his pocket for a cigarette and his lighter, lighting up before he went to his bus. It was vice, and he hadn’t been able to quit yet. He yawned after he Tooke quick drag slightly wondering if anyone would be around at this time. He figured Charlie would be out at the skate park, as for the others..he was at a blank. Running a hand through his long black hair, his vivid blue blues scanned the lot till they found what he was looking for. He didn’t change his pace, as he lazily wandered up to the bus, taking a long drag of his cigarette before he entered the bus. Jaxon would kill him, he was certain. Flicking away the end, he walked up the steps, flinging open the door.
He was used to being this loud, and he was sure his bandmates were used to his brash attitude. ”Hunnies I’m home!” he joked, then noticing that he was alone. Well so far...frowning, he wandered past the bunk area and was proven wrong, which was a good thing. ”Hey dude! What'cha doing?” Nik casually asked, as he plopped down on Jaxon’s bed. It was true that Nik hadn’t been spending alot of time with his best friend lately, the reasons..well he wasn’t sure. But he felt guilty nether less.
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AND IT’S FOR jaxon
AS FOR WORDS, WE HAVE 200 +
THE LYRICS ARE FROM america’s suitehearts by fall out boy.
MUSE IS THANKS TO limp bizkit- why try
AND WE’RE WEARING outfit.
ANY LAST THOUGHTS? n/a
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Post by jaxon on Jul 26, 2011 19:18:28 GMT -5
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Post by CALEB GABRIEL BLACK on Jul 26, 2011 20:59:51 GMT -5
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Nik didn’t feel guilty about disappearing, as he never did regret anything he did. Not even when it wasn’t that great of a night to be honest. It was the same, he was ashamed to admit most woman were the same and that he was usually just looking for a one night deal. It made him look rather bad, but he didn’t care. Hopefully it would put some of those stupid rumours to rest. Like the ones about his fellow bandmates. He hated the media, for that specific reason, they always spouted shit. Sure, he liked her...she was his friend.
And was perhaps true that he had been spending all of his free time with her recently. Sure, he might of had a small thing for her, but that was all it was. Because, he considered himself to be a manwhore and liked all omen. So it would just be wrong for treat like one, even if he did like her, somewhat. So he kept it secret. As he had no idea what would be said, especially the tabloids. They would have a field day! Keeping in on the down low suited him fine, and was best for the band, as they didn’t need any more band press at the current moment.
He wanted them to make the big time, regardless of the rumours and lies. He didn’t care, as long as his band had a successful career, that was all that mattered. Nik smirked a little sheepishly as his friend had asked him that question. ”Um nowhere important, you know, the usual” he shrugged, thinking nothing of his antics. He was happy to be back at ‘home’ as he called it. With his best friend and his sense of humour. ”But if you never know with me, I could of started a rampage in New Mexico or something to that affect” he joked sarcastically, as his eyes scanned around the surprisingly empty bus.
”I know, it’s creepy. Maybe they’ve all been abducted by aliens” he teased with a light chuckle, laying down on the bed, looking up at the ceiling as his friend had to take a brief call.
As soon as he was finished, Nik glanced at his friend for a moment. ”Geez you’re more popular than me. No one ever calls me. And I’m the lead singer” he joked, reaching to steal his friend’s phone from him. It was good to just be care-free...without the whole tension that had building up, all from those stupid rumours.
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AND IT’S FOR jaxon
AS FOR WORDS, WE HAVE 200 +
THE LYRICS ARE FROM america’s suitehearts by fall out boy.
MUSE IS THANKS TO limp bizkit- why try
AND WE’RE WEARING outfit.
ANY LAST THOUGHTS? n/a
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Post by jaxon on Jul 27, 2011 13:01:33 GMT -5
“Hey, hands off the phone!” Jaxon answered swatting Nik away jokingly. "That was our production assistant. “Apparently the stylist needs us to pick out all of our clothes, any accessories and all that jazz for the concert tonight. I guess we forgot to or something.” Jaxon responded. The stylist had sounded like it was the end of the world when they called. Which was weird and news to Jax, but oh well. They still had to pick stuff out. The band was wearing it, not the tour staff.
Jaxon let out a laugh when Nik mentioned last night. “Well just let me know when the press comes to report on it. “Lead Singer Nik Viper of Stereo Obscurity starting a riot last night in New Mexico that turned into a rampage as the singer fled!” He couldn’t help it. It was pretty funny. But Jaxon didn’t press Nik any further. He kept to himself a lot, so it wouldn’t do any good for Jax to keep going on and on about where his best friend was.
“Oh sure dude! Then why did they leave me here?” Jax laughed. The band was probably around the tour grounds or downtown. From what Jaxon saw already, there was plenty to do here in San Diego. “Oh hey, I gotta tell you, watch out for People Mag, they are pressing about those damn rumors. And yesterday, the lady asked me about you. I don’t know what she was trying to get out of me, I’m your best friend, I’m not sleeping with you. But just watch out.” Jaxon had a weird day with that interview.
He was still puzzled as to why that lady kept pressing about the whole rumors about god knows what. It was a little irritating and he had looked at his manager like he was crazy. No one knew she was going to ask those kind of questions. They were told the article was about the tour and themselves and their start of the band; The usual questions. But no.
Jaxon had gotten out of there as fast as he could. He didn’t get why they asked about the rumors. It was just plain weird. Jax put his cell in the front pocket of his jeans and fluffed his hair again. It felt as if it was getting fluffier and fluffier. Odd. He looked in the mirror and thought that he might get it cut. More layers and a lot less fluff.
Jaxon grabbed the guitar pick necklace off the dresser and slipped it on as the final piece to his ensemble for the day. “By the way, we have rehearsal this afternoon. I can’t get ahold of anyone. So you might want to send out a mass text.” Jaxon said with a smile as he kept gelling his hair.
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Post by CALEB GABRIEL BLACK on Jul 27, 2011 15:23:36 GMT -5
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Now this what Nik had enjoyed about being on tour. He very much looked forward to teasing his best friend all the live long day, as he tried to swipe his phone from him. For no real reason, other than he was rather bored. And a little bit too hungover to stage a full scale prank. His friend never ceased to be entertaining, whether it was his humour or the fact that he was fun to pick on. Nether less, they had known each other so long, he was just comfortable being around him, despite everything lately.
Because they were friends, and that was what worked best for them. And he was happy to be in his company, even if he hadn’t spent as much time with him in the recent few weeks. Tour life had been hectic, so had his ‘free-time- schedule. He had been hitting up the bars more often recently, he had no idea why. Maybe it was because they were out on the road? Or perhaps he was bored and needed to fulfil his addiction to the opposite sex. That thought made him smirk, just as Jaxon went on about the stylist.
Nik gave up trying to wrestle his friend’s phone away from him, and instead, leaned back on his bed. He found it strangely to be comfortable than his own. ”Mhm we can do that later” he mused in reply, as he fiddled with his lip ring, his bright blue eyes staring up at the ceiling. He was ever the fidgeter, never being able to keep still for more than a few seconds.
Nik chuckled light at his friend’s response. ”You’re just jealous you didn’t get to come with! You ill the net time, we can both be on Milk Cartons together” he snorted, rolling over to his side now, watching his friend closely.
”Because aliens are not interested in skinny beans poles like yourself” he teased with a smirk, twisting a strand of his own hair round his finger. ”Or maybe we’re just too good looking to be abducted” he rambled about nonsense, as per usual. It was good to have someone whom was as equally as random as he was. Hence why they became friends in the first place. Both not really accepted at school, they founded a bond over their love of music and similar personalities.
Nik rolled his eyes as Jax mentioned something about the press. They just wouldn’t give in, would they? ”Fuck them. Spouting shit as per usual, twisting your words all to get some ‘gossip’. Pathetic. Don’t worry, bud, i know how to handle those guys. And the word flamethrower comes to mind” he joked, though he was half serious about them getting on his nerves. Because they were..and to be honest, it was getting to him. Another reason why he was drinking and sleeping around more so than usual. It was stressing im out, even if he acted like he didn’t care about what they thought of him. running a hand through his hair, looking a little stressed, he tried to put those thoughts to bed. After all, he was with his friend now, he could relax, somewhat, till rehearsal later.
”Right, I’m on it” he nodded, a little bit still preoccupied, fishing out his phone. He idly texted everyone that was needed, before, glancing at his friend, whom was styling his hair. ”You spend more time on your hair than anyone else on this bus” he teased, though he was being a hypocrite, as it was probably him rather than Jax that was more vain.
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AND IT’S FOR jaxon
AS FOR WORDS, WE HAVE 200 +
THE LYRICS ARE FROM america’s suitehearts by fall out boy.
MUSE IS THANKS TO limp bizkit- why try
AND WE’RE WEARING outfit.
ANY LAST THOUGHTS? n/a
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Post by jaxon on Jul 27, 2011 15:55:36 GMT -5
"I thought we moved up to being on cereal boxes!” Jaxon laughed. He couldn’t say that he wasn’t curious about where Nik had been lately.It was a little unlike him to be so distant. Even though Jax wanted to ask so bad, he didn’t. He knew that Nik would get quite angry with him if he pressed on about it.
“I just don’t understand what it wrong with this people man. I almost want to scream, get your story somewhere else because there’s nothing to tell here.” Jax got a little worked up. He was getting angry because of all of the rumors. He understood it was apart of the limelight but at times he wished that he wasn’t apart of it, so all of this crap never had to come up.
Jaxon understood that they just wanted a story, and he prayed hard that they would get it somewhere else. He nodded his thanks to Nik as he finished his hair. “Hey you are not the only one who is in front of the audience. I have to look good too you know.” Jax responded lightly. There is more than one person in this band and Nik is not the only one who should look good. Everyone knew that.
They would be prepared, Jax had full confidence. “By the way, did you want to start with the new material?” Jaxon asked. He hadn’t mentioned it yet because Stereo Obscurity hadn’t yet discussed if they would be playing any new songs. Jax thought it was a good idea, but it wasn’t just up to him, it had to be a whole agreement. A whole decision. A unanimous decision. One that the band would make together. Should make together.
Jax tried not to think about all the shit, even though it was his fault for bringing it up. But it was also his decision to go to that interview. He ran a hand through his newly done hair and finally relaxed on his bunk. “At least we still have plenty of time to kill…for once.” He said with relief in his voice. It was good when they had down time, it was a rarity even.
But when they had it, everyone took full advantage. All the bands and crew had been working really hard, even been overworked as well. It was what everyone wanted, so it was worth it in Jaxon’s mind.
“I know I shouldn’t be trippin’ over the mag dude, but seriously if they even think about selling the story to any others, I swear I will get legal up their asses.” Jax said as-a-matter-of-factly. He would go viral on them if he saw it on the cover of The National Enquirer or any other tabloid.
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Post by CALEB GABRIEL BLACK on Jul 27, 2011 17:33:01 GMT -5
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Nik just grinned, he wouldn’t be surprised if that happened actually, with his antics. They were more erratic, but he didn’t feel like worrying his friends. Because they didn’t need it. It was his problem..and he couldn’t stop. It was reckless, yes, but it wasn’t like he wasn’t doing drugs again. It was safer, sort of. Getting hammering and sleeping with strangers wasn’t exactly sensible, but it was legal. And plus, it helped him to forget all the stress he was going through.
He felt it was better to relief his stress recklessly than talk about it. As said before, Nik did not want to burden his bandmates with his own stupid problems. Stifling a yawn, he continued to stare in ahead, not paying much attention t be honest. His behaviour as probably noticeable, though he was thankful for them not prying in his train wreck life. He didn’t need no guidance, he was confident that he knew what he was doing, although that may have not been entirely true. But he was content. Because after all, it was his life. And he was going to life it his way.
Whether he made any mistakes or not. ”That’s what they do, it’s their job to make up shit, that’s how they get paid. They don’t care if it’s true or not. Sad but true. Even if it annoys me, so much” he shrugged, keeping his cool. He could tell his friend as struggling with the rumours too. It was all too apparent. Nik was having difficulty telling himself that they were just in fact rumours...just lies. But they got to him, mainly because it was making his friends upset. And that did not bond well with Nik.
”Yea well try not to upstage me, will ya? I am the main attraction” he pouted, running a hand through his hair again as he wriggled on his friend’s bed. He was fitting it hard to keep still, that was rather evident. ”Mhm I was thinking we should. Yes, that’s what we shall do” he stated matter of factly, already dictating what they were going to do. He had a habit of doing that, even without consulting the others. He was like that, his ego and attitude often forgot about the others in his band.
”But..what to do with it, that is the question...Hmm, party?” he pondered, slightly joking at the end, as his friend sat next to him. Nik sighed as it was brought up again. Nik never annoyed easily, but he honestly wanted to forget about the tabloids, for one day.
”You shouldn’t . Don’t worry dude, I promise you I will take care of them if they did. The fuckers” Nik scowled, chewing on his lip, a little bored out of his mind.
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AND IT’S FOR jaxon
AS FOR WORDS, WE HAVE 200 +
THE LYRICS ARE FROM america’s suitehearts by fall out boy.
MUSE IS THANKS TO limp bizkit- why try
AND WE’RE WEARING outfit.
ANY LAST THOUGHTS? n/a
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Post by jaxon on Jul 27, 2011 17:54:32 GMT -5
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Post by CALEB GABRIEL BLACK on Jul 27, 2011 19:01:47 GMT -5
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Nik as pleased his friend finally dropped the press talk. It was annoying him quite frankly. He didn’t need to deal with that right now, as he could already mange all sorts of questions they had asked Jax..and were planning on asking him. Lies, but why were the getting to him so? Nik was entirely sure, but he badly needed a drink, even if he was still a bit hungover and not to mention, had rehearsal rather shortly. He wasn’t exactly the one to plan things thoroughly, but he was determined to try out the new songs he had been working on. Ones that he hadn’t actually shown them..But they could pick it up fast, right? He had added a couple of new ones, that he had been working on.
And he was proud of his lyrics. He wasn’t sure what the other would think, but, he wasn’t about it. As what he said, went. He had that mentality in his head that he thought it was his band. Yes, it could to his head a little, but usually his friends were there to bring back his ego down to a normal enough level.”Damn straight” he nodded, making sure he knew that was he was settled on. The band could just like it or lump it. He wasn’t changing his mind.
”We should just like totally drink a load of booze and trash the place before the other s come” he chuckled, kidding, though he was secretly serious. He didn’t have a problem, but he was wanting to get wasted just so he could relax for a change. But he as dedicated to his music..so he stayed sober for that reason. Then later he got get hammered. And repeat last night perhaps.
He rolled onto his back again, shoving his friend playfully. ”Pft i don’t need to rehearse I know what I’m doing. Well we’ll just figure stuff out as we go along, should be easy. I’ve written a couple of new songs to add as well” he yawned, flitting to his side again, leaning against his friend now. ”I’m bored! Aren’t you?” he whined, playfully pushing his knee.
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AND IT’S FOR jaxon
AS FOR WORDS, WE HAVE 200 +
THE LYRICS ARE FROM america’s suitehearts by fall out boy.
MUSE IS THANKS TO limp bizkit- why try
AND WE’RE WEARING outfit.
ANY LAST THOUGHTS? n/a
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Post by jaxon on Jul 27, 2011 19:22:18 GMT -5
“Well what do you want to do?” Jax asked curiously. There was a lot they could do before rehearsal. Too much in fact. “Your choice.” He added looking down at his friend. Jax felt tall at the moment, even though he stood at 6 feet even, he felt short sometimes. Especially on stage, but still it was home to him, a second home. “Fine whatever you say. You’d just better pray we don’t screw up.” Jaxon said laughingly. He knew it would be fine, but better safe than sorry. They would be alright if they just knew what they were doing. Jax knew Nik was just being cocky but what could he do, he didn’t stand center stage. Or sing lead.
Jax ran a hand through his hair sort of fixing it again without looking in the mirror this time. He leaned against the wall on the opposite side than Nik. He ad to admit he was a little bored in here, just in the tour bus. But still, they had rehearsal in a while and he would kill Nik if they were late and he’d really kill him if they didn’t sound well on stage because they didn’t rehearse the new material.
But then again, he couldn’t blame Nik for being bored. It was all too quiet in here and quiet didn’t settle well with either Jaxon or Nik. It just didn’t happen that way. But they had to be back on the tour grounds before rehearsal and Jax prayed the paparazzi wouldn’t follow them out. That would suck and then security would have to come and get them out of that jam. So what would they do? And why in the world would Nik feel like getting drunk now? It wasn’t even five o’ clock! But as well, he wouldn’t question his best friend. He just wouldn’t.
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Post by CALEB GABRIEL BLACK on Jul 27, 2011 22:56:01 GMT -5
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Now the answer to that question, Nik wasn’t really sure. There was so many options, but why did most of them, in Nik’s head, involve booze? It was funny, how much he drank, though it was only for recreational purposes. Because alcohol was a social lubricant, and the world wasn’t fun without it. It made people more sociable after all. Even in the afternoon. But...there were other things. Like, play a video game, watch a movie...go out...not to a bar, or they could. Beach bar? Yes he wasn’t thinking all that straight at the moment, as his friend drifted to the opposite side of the wall.
Nik’s vivid blue eyes rested on the figure, with a slight smirk. He had plenty of ideas, though he wasn’t sure if he had enough time to do them in, to be perfectly honestly. He couldn’t be late, again, for rehearsals. Then his manager would be even more pissed than usual. Which had it be impossible by now. He was a handle, and he knew that.
”Um um, we could go..nah. I hate surfing. Oh I know!” he exclaimed as he slid himself off his friend’s bed and scrambled to his own bunk. Reaching under, he pulled out a bottle of beer from his secret little stash, unscrewing the lid, taking a sip before he spoke again, plopping himself back on Jaxon’s bed. ”We could always go to the beach? We wouldn’t be long, and make it in time for rehearsals? Or we could just sit here and be bums and watch Halloween” he proposed the idea to his friend as he sat up against the wall, his back leaning on his friend’s pillow.
”Haha, that will never happy my friend. Our new songs shall be epic because i said so. And so will our music to go along with. Our manager will be blown away,. To outer space” he chuckled, guzzling down the rest of his beer, waiting for his friend’s input on what they should do with their free time.
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AND IT’S FOR jaxon
AS FOR WORDS, WE HAVE 200 +
THE LYRICS ARE FROM america’s suitehearts by fall out boy.
MUSE IS THANKS TO limp bizkit- why try
AND WE’RE WEARING outfit.
ANY LAST THOUGHTS? n/a
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Post by jaxon on Jul 27, 2011 23:17:28 GMT -5
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Post by CALEB GABRIEL BLACK on Jul 27, 2011 23:40:38 GMT -5
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”Beach” he replied, throwing the empty bottle on the bed, careful not to make a mess. Because he had already got into trouble from his fellow bandmates for smashing bottles on the floor and leaving them with nasty cuts. Yes, he was rather terrible at times, but he didn’t do it intentionally, he just forgot here he threw things. He loved all his bandmates really, he was close to them all. They were like his family, something he didn’t really have growing up. He was an only, unwanted child. So his existence was lonely for the longest time, until he started to socialise a bit at school.
Granted it landed him in heaps of trouble. And lead to his terrible drug addiction that he was fortunate to kick..but nether less, he liked to think he had grown and learned alot form that experience. Somewhat, as he was still partying it up most weekends. At least it was all legal, or the tabloids would have a field day. And he would be in jail..and he didn’t feel like dressing in an orange jumpsuit any time soon. For one, orange clashed with everything. It was since a bright horrid color..With his random thinking done. He slid off the bed and sat just a bit ways away from his friend, cross legged on the floor. ”Yup and that is why we need to go on an adventure. I haven’t explored the beaches yet. Is it hot out? I don’t want to burn.” he rambled, running a hand through his long black hair, taking a quick glance out the window.
”Ha the others shall be jealous, we’ll be having all the fun while their probably out there, doing something rather dull and mundane” he chuckled, shifting slightly on the floor, struggling to stay still. He needed to get and move.
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AND IT’S FOR jaxon
AS FOR WORDS, WE HAVE 200 +
THE LYRICS ARE FROM america’s suitehearts by fall out boy.
MUSE IS THANKS TO limp bizkit- why try
AND WE’RE WEARING outfit.
ANY LAST THOUGHTS? n/a
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Post by jaxon on Jul 27, 2011 23:53:16 GMT -5
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