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Post by Lacarinus on Dec 14, 2014 1:31:08 GMT -5
He wasn't quite sure how he got to this point, he knew he had to go to school, there had been signups, people would talk, and he was positive his father would find him and give him another black eye to match the one he currently had.
"I don't think I'm into girls" was what he'd said, it was innocent, six stupid little words that led to blood and bruises and "Dad he's still my little brother, Dad, stop! " And cold,
rain,
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He wouldn't let him back inside
No Faggot is going to taint my one actual son.
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His hair was getting shaggy, and he needed a new pair of boots.
School was starting again soon, Highschool, he'd see Alec and not talk to him because they weren't supposed to be brothers anymore and no one in America would know they were. He was the weird ass goth that worked at the diner everyone went to in town, red hair hung into his eyes and fresh bruises decorated his skin almost every day, but he was more than used to it.
So, shrugging on a dark jacket and taking a last drag from a cigarette (flicking it to the ground, and stamping it out with the heel of his boot, because he could slowly kill himself all he wanted, but damn it he was not going to be responsible for anyone else's deaths.) he entered the school, making his way to his first class with a glare at anyone who stared, because fuck anyone who stared, he could pierce his dick and it still wouldn't be their business, so if he was 'friends' with a guy who ran a tattoo parlor and offered piercings, who wouldn't take advantage of freebies?
He headed into his first period, it was fairly empty with the exception of a dark haired boy sitting hunched over his phone, Conrad snorted, how American of them, and seated himself in the back row, tapping out a beat while he watched the clock, damn the day hadn't started and he couldn't wait for it to be over.
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Conrad owns leather pants at this point in his life I can't.
And he looks like he fell face-first into a tackle-box.
plz
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Post by Shovatic on Dec 14, 2014 18:39:13 GMT -5
" Nan! Do we have to move to america? I don't understand their school systems and why dont they have a queen?" He had complained all summer until the day they arrived in the land of "freedom". His new house was weird, the money was weird, the people were weird, and what was with the democracy? He could never tell...
The worst part were the girls. They were loud, and Deryk could not stand them. All with the "HES GOT AN ACCENT OMG ARE YOU FROM RUSSIA?" and the often, "HOW DO YOU SAY WATER IN RUSSIA OMG YOU ARE SOOOO cuteness."
All of these would end with him shyly correcting them and saying something like "wrong team" or just completely ignoring them which was very difficult.
So here he was, new school, new culture , no friends, and first period American class which he knew absolutely nothing about. What was algebra? Is it maths
He sat down in the back and desperately tried to keep himself out of peoples attention until a ginger came in and sat next to him
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Post by Lacarinus on Dec 14, 2014 19:09:11 GMT -5
He sighed, shooting a look at the dark haired kid that had sat beside him, cute enough though painfully shy looking, was his first review of him out of the corner of his eye, making sure not to be caught checking the kid out. He swung his feet up onto the desk and tapped harder, he had a habit of needing to keep his hands occupied, another reason why smoking was hard to quit.
After a few minutes of awkward silence, he turned his head more to get a better look, not getting caught was boring dammit, and he'd get the fucking attention while he could. He made a show of raking green eyes up and down his form, not masking the obvious feel of 'Undressing you with my eyes, don't mind me' that the actions gave off, silencing his fingers.
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Post by Shovatic on Dec 14, 2014 20:02:23 GMT -5
"I can see you." Deryk said quietly adjusting his glasses. He looked toward the ginger who looked rather relieved for some reason.
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Post by Lacarinus on Dec 14, 2014 20:22:10 GMT -5
"'Was half the point thanks." He didn't cease in his inspection, deciding that the more he looked, the more he noticed there was to appreciate, he was a brit dammit. Conrad quickly decided he was the cutest thing he'd seen in awhile, and that included the guys he'd started hooking up with at the bar on the outskirts of town- the owner thought he was cute, and as long as he said he wouldn't drink, he let him in.
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Post by Shovatic on Dec 14, 2014 20:36:41 GMT -5
"Are you from Germany?" He asked looking at the what Deryk referred to as a "hardcore punk rocker". Cute, but the smoking ruins voices and kills so that was the only turn off he saw in the Ginger.
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Post by Lacarinus on Dec 14, 2014 20:41:39 GMT -5
"No, you dolt, I'm from Russia." He deadpanned, crossing his legs to make for a more comfortable position, but not removing them from the desk he was seated at.
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Post by Shovatic on Dec 14, 2014 20:48:19 GMT -5
"Sorry Mr. Romanov, im just being a silly little British boy." Deryk said.
"What is your name anyway?:
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Post by Lacarinus on Dec 14, 2014 21:00:20 GMT -5
"Let's talk about you- you're too cute to be straight, so I'm assuming we play for the same team, You're very obviously British, so you're also a part of this god awful exchange program, and you're clearly a goody-two-shoes, you practically fell out of your goddamn chair the minute you saw me." He propped his chin up with a hand, making the sexual implications of his surveying more obvious, impatient for a reaction.
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Post by Shovatic on Dec 14, 2014 21:07:16 GMT -5
"Oh..." Deryk was rather embarrassed of how easily he read him. "Well you are right. What else would you want to know?"
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Post by Lacarinus on Dec 14, 2014 21:20:36 GMT -5
"One, are you single, Two, If you aren't, is it an exclusive thing, or can you mess around a little, Three, if either of the last two were a yes, would you be free for dinner later this week?" Because he needed a distraction, or a project, that wasn't cigarettes, or working on his debut show Zedd had gotten him for next month. Because the brit was cute, mind you, not hot-cute, but cute enough to offer to try dinner and a drink, it's not like he hadn't gotten a decent setup over the summer, he had spare money to splurge from his jobs, waiting at both Hal's diner in town and The Bent Ducat.
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Post by Shovatic on Dec 14, 2014 21:22:22 GMT -5
"I dont see why not. Now tell me about you, as I am less observant and more of a listener."
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Post by Lacarinus on Dec 14, 2014 21:38:13 GMT -5
"I'm Conrad, or Fag, depending on who you talk to, I seriously hope you don't really think I'm Russian, I have a brother who I doubt could be more different from me, and I have a nice little sob story with a pink bow if you're into that stuff." He was twirling a pencil with his fingers, eyes never leaving the Brit's.
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Post by Shovatic on Dec 14, 2014 21:50:30 GMT -5
"Please, I know the difference." He said as the bell rang, "perhaps the story is for another time yeh?:
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Post by Lacarinus on Dec 14, 2014 21:55:37 GMT -5
"If you really want it." He rolled his eyes and, after a glare from the teacher, removed his feet from the desk.
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