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Post by hunter caiden jones on Oct 27, 2011 11:55:12 GMT -5
   hunter caiden jones was fucking hungry. end of story. his mind was in a twirl, he didn't know what to do anymore. he thought he knew someone, but it turned out they were a completely different person. it upset him. angered him. usually this kind of situation wouldn't anger him. nataly wasn't exactly his. they were never really an item, just friend? she stayed in his room, slept in his bed. but they never said they were going out, those words never left either people's lips. so her having sex with the doctor shouldn't upset him. her going and being an idiot, getting beat up after already being hurt. getting drunk. that shouldn't bother him. letting someone else take her to the hospital when she didn't like them, but when he was going to. it was some big deal. it hurt him. hurt him deep down. but it wasn't his place to hurt, to be angry.
so he wasn't going to think about it, he was going to sleep in his empty room, avoid it any other time. this whole day had gone to shits. he didn't want to be in his empty room, he was used to nataly being there. before nataly, he was a bored teenager, always going to punch something. either a person or a punching bag because usually his boredom made his anger that much worse. but with her, he had some entertainment. now he wanted to punch every loser that walked past him. he didn't know what the fuck to do anymore. except go eat something. because he was fucking hungry and boredom plus hunger (when it came to hunter) was not a good mix if he wanted to avoid getting sent to isolation. not that he had yet, it seemed he picked the right people to hit up on. he could remember one, mira. ah mira. she was most definitely one of his favorites. she was once very childish. now? he didn't know what to say about her anymore. yeah she kissed him, but that was nothing. strange, maybe. but it meant nothing to him.
he walked into the kitchen, grabbed a coke and a bag of chips and opened it while he decided what the hell to cook. the boy sucked at cooking so he kind of just sat on the counter and ate the potato chips.
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Post by tonymoore on Oct 27, 2011 13:17:34 GMT -5
  Tony was, in all senses of the world, the teenager that movies portrayed. He caused trouble, talked back, showed up to places stoned off his ass... But he was happy, all things considered. Yeah, he bummed about Andrea-- but keeping himself busy, doing other things helped take his mind off of her. The crazy, fun, heart-wrenchingly beautiful girl that had taken hold of his heart and squeezed it dry... And yet he found himself thinking of her whenever he had a moment of idle time. He had to be on the move, constantly, and sometimes it was exhausting... So, naturally, when he'd run into Hunter on the chat room the night before, he'd felt a wave of relief. If anyone could keep his mind off of Andrea, it was his best friend. With his 'I give no fucks' attitude and dry, blunt sense of humor, Tony could only hope that it would get easier not to think of her. He was lying in his bed, the last toke of a joint held heavily in his lungs before he exhaled with a slight cough. He had to get out of his room. His thoughts had begun to wander, even with the numbing effects of the weed in his system. Fuckin' a, man... he wheezed, sitting bolt upright and grabbing his thin black jacket off the chair beside his bed. He'd go down to the kitchen. Surely setting his mind to making himself some food would keep him occupied long enough to think up something else to do? Tony left his room, the door slamming shut a bit harder than he'd meant for it too, causing him to jump lightly. He heaved a sigh, shrugging into his jacket and zipping it up a bit. His movements were sluggish, without purpose, and painfully slow-- at least for him, the boy who always had to go fast. But he saw no point rushing it. He was already thinking of her, why not just let her image linger until he had something to smudge it free. When he reached the kitchen, he leaned one shoulder against the door to push his way inside, making it all the way to the fridge before he realized he wasn't alone. He popped his head up over the door of the fridge and saw Hunter and immediately all depressing thoughts were gone and his expression turned giddy. He pulled an apple out of the bottom drawer of the fridge and a coke off the shelf before hopping up onto the counter. This was exactly what he needed right now. "Hey sweet cheeks. Miss me?" he snickered, waggling his eyebrows as he took a bite of his apple and popped open the soda. this is talking. this is talking. tagged. Gabby and her Hunter<3 outfit. Le hurrrnotes. Bffls reunited~ XD credits. carolyn's sweet blasphemy *
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Post by hunter caiden jones on Oct 27, 2011 17:05:05 GMT -5
some people would wonder how the fuck hunter got a best friend like tony. that was a good question. they knew each other before hunter became the angry idiot he is today. when he was slightly happier. when his sister was still alive, before he 'pushed' her in the street. he was one of the few people who believed hunter, so he didn't try to push him away and they kind of just became best friends. it wasn't hard really, tony was just the complete opposite of him. more fun, and less angry. while hunter threatened to punch people, and/or did punch people. but it was whatever, the two got along and joked around. though if you didn't know the two of them, people would of thought hunter was a horrible best friend but it was just how the two had always been. tony would joke about things and hunter would threaten him. it worked.
the blonde was kind of going insane, he couldn't' stop thinking about nataly. it was giving him a headache. he actually kind of liked the girl, she was interesting, which kept him from being bored. she didn't mind his morning runs, and hell she could take him. okay so well he cheated the first time the met, but god the girl didn't know how to shut up. of course he kind of grew to not mind her constant talking, it kept him from thinking too much and getting mad. it worked. the things that sometimes annoyed him, grew to be something he didn't mind much at all. but now? now he didn't want to hear her voice, see her face, or hear anyone who talked as much as she did. or he'd go fucking insane. he also wanted to find that doctor and beat the living shit out of him. but there was no point. he shouldn't be jealous, nataly was never his to begin with. oh well, too late to change his feelings.
seeing his best friend he kind of sat there, waiting to see if the boy would notice him. he would of stopped tony if he walked away without saying something, but the boy hoped on the counter and started calling him sweet cheeks. again. ["what did i tell you about that? i'll kick you in your fucking family jewels if you don't zip that mouth of yours." there was a smile on his face as he said those words, throwing a chip at him. he pooped another in his mouth and took a sip of his coke. ["what's up?"
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