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Post by trevor linkon on Jan 24, 2008 22:05:12 GMT -5
"Stupid stamped? What the hell is that?" he asked with a laugh, being completely oblivious as to what that was. It sounded like something that would happen to him, but he only had a faint idea of what it might be. Maybe something that happened when you did or said something stupid, but he couldn't be sure. He'd never heard of such a thing so his dark brown eyes looked over at her with a wondering glance, hoping for a little help as to what it was. He shook his head as she said she couldn't imagine it. "Oh that's good. It was a horrible hair color, and I wish I had never colored it like that." he said, shaking his head. He loved his black hair, and had been completely disgusted with the results of his boredom of the other hair color. It was a complete disaster. He listened then as she spoke of once dying her tips blue, but didn't want to have too spend so long on it. That made him chuckle slightly. He spent a good half an hour on his hair in the mornings. He dried it with a blow dryer, used gel and hair spray, and it took him forever to style it right. He was slow in the mornings, but took his time so everything looked alright. He was vain when it came to his appearance. Everything had to be good. "Ha, I spend forever on my hair in the mornings. I'm slow when it comes to doing anything too early, but my hair is probably what I spend the most time on."
"Whoa..." he said with a shocked laugh and jaw was dropped slightly. "I would have offered to teach you to ice skate, but if you're gonna be trying to cut my leg off then I don't know. I kind of need my legs and enjoy having them..." he said looking at her. His face was a mix with shock and joy because it was funny but in the same breath that would have been horrible. He must have fallen nearly one hundred thousand times when he learned, and he thought he broke his butt bone at least ten times, but he got back up every time and tried again.
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Post by jaydn martin on Jan 24, 2008 22:31:35 GMT -5
"It's this thing I made up a long time ago," she said, debating on whether or not to explain it. She decieded it couldn't hurt and went ahead with it. "Whenever someone says something that is really, really stupid, you take your hand and smack them on the forehead really hard. Then you yell stupid stamp and walk off. Everyone winds up looking at the moron with the red forehead and it's just great..." she said trailing off towards the end. She couldn't explain the hilarious shocked look people get when they're suddenly whacked. And then when everyone stares at them it just adds to it. Some of her best ones had been in crowded places. Subways, resturants, and museums were some of the greatest. She laughed when she thought about it and looked back at him. "I know it sounds awful, but if you knew my friends you'd get it. Everyone gets hurt on a daily basis and you just get used to it or have a mental breakdown," she shrugged. I don't have the patience. I always oversleep and I'm late to school most of the time. Thank god I have the greatest homeroom teacher ever. He always ets me get away with it," she grinned. That teacher was the best. He let them get away with almost anything. Well, at least most of them got away with it. He hated half the class and ignored the rest. She was one of the few he liked. She turned red when he talked about the skating accident. "It was an accident ! I really didn't mean too. That's like the worst thing I've ever done. And he was really nice about it too. Of course that only made me feel worse," she said guiltily. She had apologized a million times and he swore it was fine. He just wouldn't get near her and ice again. She didn't blame him at all.
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Post by trevor linkon on Jan 24, 2008 22:59:26 GMT -5
"Wow. Sounds like something that would happen to me all the time. That or else my friend Chad... but then again, Chad has so much hair you wouldn't be able to find his forehead I don't think I even know what color eyes he has because his hair is always covering his face... Kind of like Michael in the new Halloween movie." he said with a laugh as he thought of Chad. He had long dark brown hair that went down to his waist. It was dead straight too, always had been and always would be. He had the coolest hair and Trevor loved it, but he could never pull off hair that long. He'd tried and it didn't last long... It got past his shoulders and he had to cut it because it annoyed him so much. "I was always early leaving the house. I left the house early every chance I got. The less time I was there the better..." the way his words hung in the air after he finished speaking them hinted toward his life at home. It was alright most of the time, but he was usually out partying with friends. He didn't like to stay home and be considered a 'homebody'. It wasn't him at all. He was a social butterfly and loved to be out and about as much as he could so he was seen and having fun.
He laughed as she turned a deep shade of red. "Chill out, chill out. I believe you... I didn't think you did it on purpose." he said, pressing his lips together to contain the smile that threatened to stretch across his features. That was funny as hell, but he couldn't help but wonder how horrible it must have been. It had to have hurt terribly badly, and still the men acted alright. Trevor would have yelled at her and dropped her right there if the same had happened to him. But he wasn't the most patient of teachers so he wouldn't suggest taking any sort of lesson from him unless it's something fast that you can learn within three tries.
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Post by jaydn martin on Jan 26, 2008 3:13:14 GMT -5
"I like to sleep in too much," she shrugged ignoring the akward silence that followed the end of his comment. She didn't feel like getting bitched out and she had never been nosy anyway. It would tick her off if someone asked her a ton of question or tried to talk about something personal right after they'd met. She just didn't think that was right. "I'd usually stay up until like four in the morning just doing nothing or sneaking out and doing something stupid. I'm not really sure why I sneak out at all, now that I think about it. My aunt doesn't really care whether I got out or not." Her aunt didn't care about that, but that was just because she had a ton of therories about how she was supposed to be shaping her own character. After she moved in with her she never really talked about her parents, but some how her aunt would always get the conversation around to how the other green beans accepted and eventually stopped grieving after one of them was eaten. Stupid parenting books. She had to deal with that for a good six months.
"Sorry, you just hit a nerve," she said as she started to breath again and her face went back to its normal color. "The only reason he didn't completely hate me after that was because he's gotten me hurt so many times. He saw it as payback for all the accidents he caused me. I still don't think he really believes I didn't mean to," she said. He was really superstitious and knew and believed in charma, fate, and every thing else cosmical. He kept talking about how the universe was going to even things out with them even before the skating inncedent. He was a natural born clutz and had the tendency to get the people around him hurt as well. So far he'd dropped her on her head once, on her ass three times, given her twelve bruises, and there were fourteen times that she'd bled. These were all accidents and she really didn't hold any against him. She didn't care until bones got broken, and that was only because she'd have to wear the dorky cast. She had a high tolerence for pain and usually thought it was funniest when she got hurt instead of her friends. She was free to laugh as much as she wanted when she got hurt, but everyone else got mad if you laughed.
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Post by trevor linkon on Jan 26, 2008 13:06:01 GMT -5
"I agree with you there as sleeping in is great, but I can't stand being late to places either. I do all my sleeping in on the weekends or days where I just skip school. I'm a bum all day if I sleep in too much though." the male said with a laugh. He was a bum and would admit it. He could just live in sweatpants and a wife beater. Those were his 'comfy clothes' when he didn't feel like doing anything. He didn't really like to go places in sweatpants because a lot of people referred to them as 'fat pants' and he wasn't fat. They made him look fat, and that was weird to him. So he didn't wear them in public. Only the eyes of those in his room would see him in sweatpants. "Hah, I know that feeling. A lot of nights I go without sleep because no matter how tired I am I just can't seem to get to sleep, and when I do I wake up one or two hours later and can't go back to sleep. I've woken my friends up more times then I can count because I couldn't sleep. I either call their phones or wander the neighborhood and throw rocks at windows. That was a big one for me." he said as he thought of the night when he broke Chad's window. He'd thrown a rock that was a little too big and it smashed the glass. You couldn't bet that anyone had run faster then him in that moment. He and Chad laughed about it, but his parents weren't happy. To this day they didn't know what happened. Chad had convinced them that it was just some random occurrence.
He didn't say anything as he allowed her to get in some breaths and get her face back to its normal color instead of that deep red that it had been before. That was nice to see again... He listened to her words and just shrugged slightly. "Sometimes you have to get passed things like that because if he wasn't mad you should have been lucky. That's why I'm not going to teach you unless we dull your blades, because I would have left you there and done something else." a slightly innocent smile crossed his face as he admitted to the flaws in his temper. He wouldn't have said a word, just left her there on the ice thinking she did something horrible. In his opinion, it was scarier to be ignored then to be yelled at for doing something. His step-father had done that a lot. When Trevor made the man mad, he was completely ignored. Trevor would have rather been slammed against a wall and beaten to a pulp so at least he knows that he did something to piss the other off. When they are quiet you can never be exactly sure.
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Post by jaydn martin on Jan 26, 2008 20:10:59 GMT -5
"I only dislike being late to things I care about," she said. School ddn't really make it on her list of priorities. She just wanted to go to Europe and study art anyway. And high school grad isn't really on the requirement list for being an artist. "I know what you mean about the bum thing," she laughed. "I could just stay in my room forever doing nothing." She left her Nightmare Before Christmas pajamas out of it. What she wore when she was lazy didn't really need to be broadcasted. "Ha, I always call this one girl, she's the only one besides me who sleeps light enough for the phone to wake her up. She never remembers it in the morning and I can basically get her to tell me anything," she grinned. The last thing she'd found out from Crystal was that she had been having a thing with their friend's brothers. All three of them. It was very funny when she mentioned it the next day and made her paranoid.
"I wouldn't blame you. If I even maim one of your legs with an ice skate, feel free to limp away," she said.
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