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Post by rhaen lucas van der saan on Dec 23, 2010 1:07:02 GMT
 I could be brown, I could be blue, I could be violet skies!
I could be hurtful, I can be purple, I can be anything you like![/i][/center] Rhaen was already exhausted, even though he was only fifteen minutes into his shift as a Starbucks clerk. How much longer did he have to go? Another five hours and forty-five minutes, at least. This day was going to suck, majorly. But if the place was full, time would pass more quickly. Maybe.
Right now, there was next to nobody here, and as he glanced around, he realised that he had some time to kill, so he may as well work on that stupid poem he had due tomorrow in French class. He was already fluent in the language, so why did he need to take the class? It was so stupid. Back in Britain, this would never have happened. He was so close to graduating there, but here? Nowhere close. This country was so damn confusing sometimes. But it was a lot better than what he'd had going for him at home- a big whole mess of nothing.
He wasn't too keen on revealing his former life to anyone, lest they threaten to beat him. It just didn't seem to suit the personality he had to put on for this new life. Sure, it seemed like he could be that cool British kid that everyone liked because he was his own person. But that was all an act. He hadn't been like this back in the UK, because there had been no need for it. But here, in the US, it seemed like conformity meant trying not to corform to everyone else around you. It was just an odd style, he had to admit.
Rhaen looked down at what he had already written. It was a silly poem, that didn't make much sense. It was just irony. But he knew he'd have to finish it soon, and so he picked up his pencil in his left hand and wrote another two lines.
Si je dis au revoir a vous maintenant,
Vous veniez avec moi de toute facon?
He glanced up to see if anyone else had shown up to buy a drink. Sure enough, there were several people who had just walked in. He set the poem aside and put on his fake smile.
"Ello, welcome to Starbucks. What can I get started for you?"
It was the same thing. Simply a routine that he couldn't break. Like it or not, he needed this job, because he didn't get any other money. That was typical of British runaways, he was sure. (Like there were really that many of them...) But he always put on his best faux sourire, and took it as it came.
He fixed the customers their drinks, smiled, and rung them up. Another satisfied group. That was what he got paid to do. He watched as they found themselves a table and sat down to talk to eachother. They looked so damn happy, and it made Rhaen so jealous. He didn't have anyone in his life anymore except himself. And sometimes, he couldn't even trust himself enough to consider him a confidant. It was pathetic, but that was life. C'est la vie.
But another customer soon walked in. It was time for the routine to start all over.
Gotta be green, Gotta be mean, Gotta be everything more!
Why don't you like me, Why don't you like me, Why don't you walk out the door?! [/i][/center] STATUS- finished. TAG- camden. MUSIC- 'Grace Kelly' by Mika |
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Post by CAMDEN EVAN JONES on Dec 23, 2010 1:46:02 GMT
I'M ASHAMED OF FEELIN' DOWN NOW<<
'cause we're the people we've been waiting on
-●-●-●-●-●-●-●-●-●-●-●-●-●- humming rather loudly to himself, the tall brunette made his way down the sidewalk. he got a few stares and odd looks from people, but really, he didn't notice. his eyes were intently watching the area to the left of his body, watching as he passed by store after store. a few times, he almost stopped to go inside and look around, possibly shop. but every time, he'd ended up deciding against it, feeling the need to continue walking around town some more. it had been at least a good half hour since camden had left his dorm room, in search of something interesting to do for the day, and so far, he had accomplished absolutely nothing. well, okay that was a lie, if you considered him dropping his ipod and breaking it on the concrete sidewalk an accomplishment. camden sure as hell didn't. when the 'incident' had happened, the boy had fallen to his knees beside the broken orange ipod, dramatically crying out in sheer horror; really, he'd almost burst into tears. camden was a sort of overreactor.
eyes widening at the sad memory, camden frowned, sticking his hand into his front left pocket, where said ipod was. he was about to pull it out and inspect it again -for probably the hundredth time in the past fifteen minutes- but he completely forgot what he was about to do when he noticed a brown-and-green colored building right ahead. squealing, the boy excitedly jumped up and down a few times, again earning weird looks from passersby. but really, the sixteen year old had every reason to be excited. it was starbucks, for crying out loud - the best store in the entire universe! it was in camden's opinion, anyway, but mostly because he was a sugar addict and loved his frappuchinos way too much. practically bounding over to the small building's entrance, camden pulled the door open, hearing a tiny ring come from above the door, letting workers know that a potential customer had entered.
looking ahead, camden noticed that there was a group of people already in line. a pout graced his features for a fraction of a second, but when he looked to the right and saw a large sign declaring 'CARAMEL FRAPPUCHINOS' were the daily special, it vanished in all entirety. if there was one thing in the word that camden loved more than his ipod, it was caramel frappuchinos, with whipped cream piled on top. walking forward a few steps, camden took his place in the line, which was beginning to thin pretty fast. there were only two people in front of him left, and they'd already placed their orders, so it would be only a second before it would be camden's turn to do so. and literally before he knew it, the two were moving out of the line after they'd claimed their drinks, cheery smiles planted on their faces.
eagerly, camden rushed forward, pressing himself against the counter. his eyes looked up, scanning over the big menu for a minute, though the boy already knew what he was going to order. a voice snapped the junior out of his excitement not a moment later, though, saying, "ello, welcome to starbucks. what can i get started for you?" for a second, camden stared blankly at the black-haired boy in front of him. he bit down on his plump bottom lip, trying to decide what size drink he wanted. hmm, should i get a large? he mentally asked himself. or will that make me fat or something? because, ugh, then i wouldn't fit in my skinny jeans. maybe a small? but that's not enough.. i'll down it in two sips. hm..
after battling himself in his mind for a few moments, camden finally looked at the starbucks-counter-worker guy's face, loudly declaring, "i want one medium caramel frappuchino, please! oh, and with lots of whipped cream, if you can. like, seriously, i'll pay extra for more whipped cream." a deadly serious look came across the brunette's face; whipped cream was no trivial matter.
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Post by rhaen lucas van der saan on Dec 23, 2010 2:12:48 GMT
I could be brown, I could be blue, I could be violet skies!
I could be hurtful, I can be purple, I can be anything you like! [/i][/center] Rhaen thought this next boy looked somewhat familiar, and then he remembered it- it was one of his roomates, whom he hadn't really spent much time around. After all, he'd just gotten here, and he was too stressed by the new way of life to notice anyone yet. Actually, Rhaen had spent the last couple of nights in his car. Perhaps he ought to go back to his dorm tonight, like he was supposed to. That may be a move for the best. So Rhaen took a mental note and saved it in the back of his mind, for later. He had a decent memory, and he was good about doing what he'd said he would do, despite his scatterbrained first impression. So there it was. Dorm, tonight.
"Ello, mate. Welcome to Starbucks. What can I get started for you?" his fined-tuned British accent graced every word that he uttered. After all, he was a Scouser at heart. Both his parents hailed from Liverpool, and it was their accent that he had first spoken with. It was slightly dissolved, from years in London and Middlesborough, but the Scouser was still there inside of him. And since he hadn't been in the US but a week, their way of speaking had not affected him in the least.
He could tell this boy was a basket full of bubbly. Was he serious about the extra whipped cream? The glare on his face said, hell yes. Rhaen smiled politely and said, "Of course. Coming right up." He went back to the machines to begin the caramel frappucino, and when it started to mix, he strode back over to the counter. With another forced smile, he said, "Your total is four p- dollars, and forty-seven cents." He'd almost stumbled over his money types there. Pounds were not the currency here; it was dollars and cents. Rhaen really needed to remember that as well.
He took the money and made change, which was surprisingly easy, for a boy who forgot what all the coins were even called most of the time. His British identity made him so ignorant sometimes.
When he brought the frappucino back up to the boy, Rhaen smiled seriously and asked, "Mind me, sorry. But you're one of my roomates, are you not? I'm Rhaen. I don't know if we've actually ever met." His eyes glittered, for he had just realised how beautiful of a creature he'd been dealing with. Seriously. This boy was gorgeous. And Rhaen was already obsessing over his looks. The gorgeous brunette hair, and innocent looking brown eyes. He hoped to God this boy was gay. (Sadly, it seemed like they never were. Such a disappointment, and a waste of beauty, in Rhaen's eyes.)
This was something he hadn't even noticed lately, how beautiful people were. Slowly, he was opening his eyes to this new country. Hopefully they'd do the same for him.
Gotta be green, Gotta be mean, Gotta be everything more!
Why don't you like me, Why don't you like me, Why don't you walk out the door?! [/i][/center] STATUS- finished. TAG- camden. <3 LYRICS- 'Grace Kelly' by Mika NOW PLAYING- We Might As Well Be Strangers -- Keane |
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Post by CAMDEN EVAN JONES on Dec 23, 2010 19:01:37 GMT
I'M ASHAMED OF FEELIN' DOWN NOW<<
'cause we're the people we've been waiting on
-●-●-●-●-●-●-●-●-●-●-●-●-●- a bright grin made it's way onto camden's face when the counter-worker-guy smiled and said that his drink was coming right up. bouncing on the heels of his feet, the brunette gripped the front of the counter, his excitement obvious to anyone who looked his way. it was only about once every week or so that he allowed himself to set foot in starbucks and order one of their delicious drinks. he knew that if he let himself go there daily or every other day, he'd end up huge and even more addicted than he already was. that was why camden had made himself a schedule (which he really only stuck to about seventy percent of the time, but still): cupcakes on monday, hot chocolate on tuesday, nothing on wednesday, brownies on thursday, cake on friday, and starbucks on the weekend. it was a brilliant schedule in camden's mind - he really needed to space out his sugar consumption.
before he knew it, the somewhat-familiar looking black-headed boy was turning back to him, another smile planted on his face. in return, camden grinned wider, still practically hopping up and down in his overenthusiastic state. "your total is four p- dollars, and forty-seven cents." quickly bobbing his head up and down to show that he'd heard, camden reached into the front pocket of his beloved lavender hoodie (really, he wore the damned thing every other day, it was so over-used) and took out his brown leather wallet. why he kept it there instead of in his jean's pocket, he didn't know; the hoodie pocket seemed like a more convenient place. opening it up, he pulled out four crinkled one dollar bills, his brow wrinkling in concentration as he stared down at them. four.. okay.. forty-seven.. okay. um. i need another dollar, then, right? wait, why don't i just use a five? duh! ending his mental calculations, camden stuffed the four dollars back into the wallet before pulling out a five dollar bill. it was torn on one edge, but eh, it was good enough. closing the wallet back up and returning it to its place inside his hoodie, camden looked back up at the boy on the other side of the counter, a happy expression taking over his face. he handed the money to the boy and when he got his change, he quickly put the coins away in his jeans' back pocket.
still grinning madly, a sound similar to a squeak came from the boy's mouth when the other guy returned with his drink. immediately, camden picked it up and took a long sip from the green straw, savoring the amazing flavor. he stopped drinking, though, when the boy before him spoke again. roommate..? camden thought to himself, tilting his head and setting his frappuchino back on the counter for a moment. he carefully studied the black-haired boy's face, his jaw set in concentration. i don't remember having a-- oh! suddenly, it came back to camden, and he nodded his head, the usual smile returning to his lips. "right, i think we are roommates! i can't believe i didn't realize earlier! but yeah, i'm camden. camden evan jones, actually. but, ugh, that name makes me sound like an old man or something, which i definitely am not. but yeah, what's your name? i'm sure i've heard it before, i've just forgotten.." a blush rose to his cheeks in embarrassment; wow, that had sounded pretty dumb. now one of his roommates was going to hate him and he was going to die alone with no friends whatsoever.
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Post by rhaen lucas van der saan on Dec 23, 2010 20:00:39 GMT
I could be brown, I could be blue, I could be violet skies!
I could be hurtful, I can be purple, I can be anything you like! [/i][/center] In the two weeks Rhaen had been employed at Starbucks, he'd never seen someone so eager to get a drink. Perhaps it was his underenthusiasm after learning what little it took to make the drinks, and the calories that they contained. Maybe it was just that he was ignorant. That was also a very good possibility.
Rhaen quickly took inventory. This boy was bubbly, he had already established, and his mannerism didn't seem totally heterosexual. Was it a sign? The lavender hoodie he wore was well-worn, a sign of sentiment and a big heart. He kept his wallet in the front pocket- a sign of security. And he didn't seem to have a care in the world- certainly the basis of a weightless sort of life. The carefree life Rhaen wished he had. In a sense, he was jealous of this boy's attitude. He wanted nothing more than to be happy in what he had, and it seemed to shine brilliantly off this boy, like a freaking spotlight.
Why did Rhaen know all of this? His legal guardian back in Middlesborough was a behaviour analyst. She'd taught him what he knew about people and the ways in which they acted, and that might have contributed to his minute self-consciencious problem.
Rhaen laughed at the boy's messy introduction. They were roommates, thanksfully. That would've embarassed the hell out of Rhaen if he'd been wrong- that was the kind of fear he had, the fear of being wrong. "Nah, mate. It's a good name. I'm Rhaen Lucas van der Saan. It's a Dutch name, I know. And I know it doesn't fit my accent. All the more apologies." He wondered if he should try something a little more seductive? No, not yet, Rhaen.
He was pretty hopeful. If this boy liked him, he'd be the happiest boy in the world, but in this society, the chance seemed slim. The world today was full of sexy male stars whose manliness was defined by the girls that gathered around them, as if they were a giant bar of million-dollar chocolate. Rhaen felt nothing towards girls. That was what made him so different, and he almost wished it was the norm, so he could find himself a lover.
After all, all he'd ever wanted was to find someone.
Once upon a time, he had. And he'd blown the chance. But that was the life he was determined to forget, at all costs. He looked up at the gorgeous boy before him and smiled genuinely. This may just be his big break, eh? All he had to do was make his move.
"So, mate, what are you into?"
Gotta be green, Gotta be mean, Gotta be everything more!
Why don't you like me, Why don't you like me, Why don't you walk out the door?! [/i][/center] STATUS- finished. TAG- camden. <3 LYRICS- 'Grace Kelly' by Mika NOW PLAYING- American Pie -- King's Singers |
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Post by CAMDEN EVAN JONES on Dec 23, 2010 21:39:20 GMT
I'M ASHAMED OF FEELIN' DOWN NOW<<
'cause we're the people we've been waiting on
-●-●-●-●-●-●-●-●-●-●-●-●-●- a breath of relief passed by camden's full lips when he heard the other boy laugh in a not-at-all-mean way. well, at least he knew one of his roommates didn't hate him.. yet. camden wasn't quite sure how he would've handled that; he rather enjoyed being friends with as many people as possible. he couldn't handle someone seriously not liking him; he'd probably go insane or try his hardest to get them to change their mind. either way, he was fairly pleased that him and the black-haired boy had seemed to have gotten off on the right foot.
as the other guy introduced himself as rhaen, a wider grin than before spread across the brunette's face. momentarily having forgotten about his frappuchino -which was still sitting on the counter, mostly full- camden reached forward with his left hand, waiting expectantly for rhaen to shake it. "your name is so cool! i probably couldn't pronounce most of it if i tried, though, because i, you know, fail at life and everything. the smile on his face showed that he was joking around. "and if your name's dutch.. how come your accent isn't or something? because you sound like you have some sort of british accent. i love british accents!" the oh-so-innocent boy rambled on as he usually did, his voice still pretty loud.
he shut up, though, when rhaen asked him a question. "so, mate, what are you into?" wrinkling his brow, camden tilted his head again, causing his straightened-to-perfection dark brown hair to fall more into his eyes. reaching up, he quickly swatted the stray hairs out of the way so that he could see properly again. the boy bit down on his plump bottom lip, trying to figure out exactly what rhaen meant by his question. what am i into? that's not a very specific question, now is it? that could mean anything! oh, maybe he means my music genre preferences? or maybe what classes i like best in school? .. but really, who would ask about that? no one likes school! a thoroughly confused expression was still planted on his face, and camden was pretty sure that he was going to make his lip bleed if he kept chewing on it like he was. or maybe he means-- finally, a look of understanding came upon his face. his teeth let go of his bottom lip, his mouth forming into the shape of an 'o'. he un-tilted his head, gulping once and then clearing his throat. how the hell was he supposed to answer that?! it wasn't like camden was secretive about his sexuality or anything, but really, he'd just met the guy! and they were roommates - what if this rhaen guy was homophobic or something? how would they be able to live together if rhaen didn't approve of camden's lifestyle?
so camden took the easy route out. he simple replied, "i'm not.. very picky. you know?" he hoped that rhaen would catch his drift, knowing that he didn't prefer a certain gender over the other. clearing his throat again, he asked, "what about you?"
it was then that camden chose to actually look over the boy before him. he hadn't exactly taken in rhaen's features before, having been too preoccupied with his sugary drink. but now that he was taking the time to notice such things, he realized that rhaen was actually a pretty good looking guy. he had really nice skin, a nice body structure, and pretty eyes. camden had a thing for dark hair, too, so that made him extra cute. suddenly noticing that he was staring a little, a blush creeped it's way back up camden's cheeks, turning them a rosy pink. he looked away at once, choosing to settle his gaze on his drink instead.
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Post by rhaen lucas van der saan on Dec 23, 2010 22:04:52 GMT
I could be brown, I could be blue, I could be violet skies!
I could be hurtful, I can be purple, I can be anything you like! [/i][/center] Rhaen could tell Camden was trying to make a good first impression. Some people were like that; Rhaen was not one of them. He really didn't care what people thought of him, and it was all the better for him. As long as people knew who he was, he was generally happy. (Was that normal? He often felt that it was a bad habit of his, but he couldn't break it if he tried.)
He looked behind Camden to make sure no one else was coming in soon. The coast was all clear, and Rhaen was kind of willing for people to stay away for a while so he could have a nice chat. So far, the afternoon had been super slow, so he couldn't imagine more people coming in anytime soon. What a relief. Because Rhaen, despite only having talked to him for two minutes tops, was beginning to like Camden.
"It's easy to say, hard to write. Just like Ryan. My mum and dad always liked celtic spellings." Camden continued to ramble about his accent, considering his Dutch heritage. It was not uncommon for people to bring it up, considering his British accent was so obvious. Rhaen just had to laugh. "I grew up in London, but my family is Dutch. It kind of makes me feel a little screwed up, to be honest." He smiled and leaned on the counter. Absentmidedly, his dominant left hand reached up to fix the jet black bangs that had fallen in his face.
At the next question, Rhaen could tell that his meaning hadn't come across clearly enough. He'd meant to inquire about Camden's sexuality, but in a subtle way. Rhaen watched closely as Camden pondered the question, and his hopeful mind was zealously awaiting the answer he hoped he would get. Another memory concerning human behaviour popped into Rhaen's mind, again. Camden was very bubbly, often the result of an 'abnormal' sexual standing, due to a slightly crooked perspective. Not all people were like that, Rhaen knew. (Of course, he wasn't. And he was gay.) As Camden continued to think, Rhaen kept his toes crossed.
When Camden finally answered, Rhaen was extremely happy. His smile grew, but he was careful not to do anything out of the ordinary. When Camden asked if he knew, Rhaen nodded, not too eagerly. His eyes sparkled with knowledge, in fact. And when Camden shot back the same question, Rhaen tried not to sound too excited. "Can't say the same; I tend to prefer the boyish type." He winked. Was there a chance Camden liked him?
He saw how Camden surveyed him, and uncharacteristically felt self-concious. He was almost hoping Camden wouldn't think he was too serious. How unlike him. So, what do you think? he asked Camden silently. He wasn't going to say it aloud.
Gotta be green, Gotta be mean, Gotta be everything more!
Why don't you like me, Why don't you like me, Why don't you walk out the door?! [/i][/center] STATUS- finished. TAG- camden. <3 LYRICS- 'Grace Kelly' by Mika NOW PLAYING- Black Mamba - The Academy Is... |
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Post by CAMDEN EVAN JONES on Dec 23, 2010 23:41:06 GMT
I'M ASHAMED OF FEELIN' DOWN NOW<<
'cause we're the people we've been waiting on
-●-●-●-●-●-●-●-●-●-●-●-●-●- "oh my god! you grew up in london?! that is so freaking cool, oh my gosh!" was the first thing that came busting out of camden's mouth, his excitement level skyrocketing. he'd always wished he'd been born in some nice, beautiful places over seas. being born in america was so.. normal and terrible boring. there was nothing unique, nothing special about it. camden opened his mouth, prepared to go on and on about how jealous he was because of where rhaen's homeland was, but he stopped himself short when he finally realized what else the raven-haired boy had said. "you're not screwed up, not at all! i've only properly known you for a few minutes and i can tell that already. you seem like a pretty cool guy, honestly." a genuine smile accompanied his words and it reached his chocolate brown puppy-dog-like eyes as well. he was being completely truthful, indeed; the guy, rhaen did seem like a decent guy. camden was sure they'd end up being friends.. so long as the other boy didn't hate him for his sexuality..
he watched as rhaen smiled, taking that as a good sign. really, if he'd been a homophobe, then he wouldn't have smiled at camden, would he? or maybe he was going to pretend to be okay with it but secretly hate camden on the inside?! instantly, the boy started psyching himself out, worrying over all the worst case scenarios that his imaginative mind could come up with. but then rhaen spoke the magical words that demolished all of his previous fears: "can't say the same; i tend to prefer the boyish type." the loudest sigh of relief came from camden and he wiped his brow with his right hand, being the usual over-dramatic boy that he was. so that meant that rhaen was gay - things couldn't have worked out better! camden was going to have a roommate who would understand him. for the most part, anyway.
camden suddenly remember his caramel frappuchino, which had been left on the counter to melt. frowning the slightest bit, the boy picked it back up, taking another long sip from it. he glanced back at rhaen's face just in time to see the other junior wink in his direction. being the suave guy he was, camden choked on his drink, having to take a minute to calm down. setting the traitorous iced drink back on the counter, he looked back up at rhaen's face, his cheeks burning with embarrassment once more. smooth, camden. real smooth. the brunette thought to himself, feeling like a giant dork. nervously scratching the back of his neck, he allowed his gaze to shift to the counter between them again, not exactly knowing how he was supposed to react to the wink. it was just a wink. just a wink, camden, god. it's no big deal. it was just a joke. yeah. okay?
feeling the need to change the subject, camden asked the very first thing that came to mind: "so, you got a boyfriend?" afterwards, he mentally facepalmed, sensing that that was not the best way to approach the situation. he shouldn't have asked; it was none of his business, anyways, right?
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Post by rhaen lucas van der saan on Dec 24, 2010 1:49:12 GMT
[quocenter] I could be brown, I could be blue, I could be violet skies!
I could be hurtful, I can be purple, I can be anything you like![/i][/center] Rhaen couldn't help himself. He was giggling, as much as he allowed himself to, for this boy was so funny. He was so childish, but it was just... adorable? Yes, that was it. It had to be. His mannerism was that of a four year old, but Rhaen loved it. He wished his life were as seemingly carefree as Camden's- it would take a lot off his shoulders.
"Yes," Rhaen sighed. He got that a lot. People seemed to love Britatin here. They just didn't know, did they? It was wonderful, but its memories were those which Rhaen would rather not recall. "London's a nice place. Big, but it's alright. I like it here." He was honest about that. The United States had treated him well already; he had a job and a school already. He'd bought a car with some of his parents' leftover money- after all, when they'd died, it had all been left to him. He still had a little, but was intent on saving it for sometime when he really did need it. Like, for a car. That had been money well spent, his beautiful little red Mustang.
"Thanks! You're pretty wicked yourself. I envy your fun personality, I'll confess." He fake glared, but couldn't manage to hold it for more than a second before smiling again. Camden's smile was contagious. Rhaen was glad he had this boy as a roommate, and he would definitely be spending tonight at the dorm instead of in his car. He could use a good night's rest anyways.
Camden had apparently forgotten his drink in the meantime, and as he was drinking it, Rhaen noticed him almost choke. Was it the wink? Was that too much? He didn't mean anything by it; he was just being a little playful. He didn't mean to freak Camden out or anything. Rhaen could tell the poor boy was blushing (again) and he smiled to ease the tension he knew Camden had to be feeling. "Sorry. My fault," he apologised quietly. Rhaen almost felt bad, but tried to cover his emotions. He wasn't nearly as easy to read as Camden seemed to be.
It was almost obvious that Camden hadn't really meant the question he asked, but rather, it was the first thing he could come up with. Rhaen didn't mind, though, and was actually kind of amused. A coy grin made its way onto his smooth face, and he paused a second before answering.
"Can't say I do. I haven't been here long, and I gave up on London. What about you, Cam?" He spoke as though they had known eachother for weeks. Matter of fact, he wished they had, because Camden was growing on him, and quickly. Maybe Rhaen would get lucky. Maybe today was finally the day he'd wanted to come? Ha. But of all days, the one that he'd imagined being the longest, most boring day of the week. Ha. Right.
Gotta be green, Gotta be mean, Gotta be everything more!
Why don't you like me, Why don't you like me, Why don't you walk out the door?! [/i][/center] STATUS- finished. TAG- camden. <3 COMMENTS: lol. it's alright. cam cracks me up. LYRICS- 'Grace Kelly' by Mika NOW PLAYING- The Downeaster "Alexa" - Billy Joel |
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Post by CAMDEN EVAN JONES on Dec 24, 2010 17:38:22 GMT
I'M ASHAMED OF FEELIN' DOWN NOW<<
'cause we're the people we've been waiting on
-●-●-●-●-●-●-●-●-●-●-●-●-●- bobbing his head up and down in a nod, camden took in rhaen's words about london. the boy had always sort of wanted to visit the place; really, he wanted to go anywhere in the world overseas. he just wanted to see something new, something unlike the life he'd known all his life in america. maybe in a place like london, they'd accept camden's lifestyle more? not in the sense that he was attracted to guys, as well as girls.. but in the sense, of, well.. his fashion choices. on that particular day in starbucks, the brunette had chosen to dress in what he called "average people clothes". he'd put on his beloved tight skinny jeans and a bright red shirt, along with his lavender hoodie on top (that specific article of clothing was always with the boy whenever he was in his "average people clothes"). he'd made sure to dress in what modern day people accepted - what they thought was appropriate. what camden really wanted to wear, though, he knew he'd get made fun of for. because whenever he did wear those clothes, well, people pointed at him and laughed and made snide comments. a trip around town on a weekend while in his favorite clothes wasn't worth all the hate he was sure to receive. really, it wasn't a bid deal; it was just an array of tophats, waistcoats, canes, dressy shirts and shoes. still, the cruel words people sometimes said to him about it all.. it stung.
"thanks! you're pretty wicked yourself. i envy your fun personality, i'll confess." at the other boy speaking once more, camden snapped out of his mental ranting, blinking a few times to clear his mind. it took him a minute to respond, but he finally did, returning to his overenthusiastic, five-year-old-like self, saying, "oh, well, thank you! i hope i don't bother you with my.. loudness, though. my mother always got onto me about how loud i can be. i mean, seriously, though. i'm not that boisterous, am i? i've been told quite a few times that i am, though.. so, i'm not entirely too sure. but i still think-- oh, i'm doing it again, aren't i? sorry!" and embarrassed look came over camden's face for at least the third time since he'd started speaking to rhaen. once more forgetting his drink, he used his left hand to awkwardly scratch the back of his neck; it was a habit of his that he always did when he was nervous or didn't know what to say (the latter was very, very rare).
when rhaen quietly apologized, camden simply nodded his head again, glad that his mini freak-out hadn't.. well, freaked rhaen out in return. it was when rhaen continued on speaking, though, about his lack of having a boyfriend that camden's cheeks flamed up again. yeah, that had been a stupid -and personal- question to ask so soon after meeting the guy. but still, at least the guy didn't have a boyfriend! not that i care, camden quickly corrected himself within his mind. it just means i don't have to worry about walking in or him and his boyfriend when i enter the dorm. yeah. that would be so awkward..
"um," camden once again smoothly replied, "no, i don't have a boyfriend, either. or girlfriend, for that matter. okay, well, to be completely honest, i've never had either. like, i've never had a boyfriend or a girlfriend. like, ever." he shrugged nonchalantly, sort of feeling like an unwanted loser or something else equally over-dramatic.
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Post by rhaen lucas van der saan on Dec 24, 2010 19:39:44 GMT
I could be brown, I could be blue, I could be violet skies!
I could be hurtful, I can be purple, I can be anything you like! [/i][/center] To Rhaen, it seemed like Camden must have some sort of super-strong vocal chords. Rhaen knew he couldn't talk like that, for that long. He certainly wouldn't know what to say, anyways. Matter of fact, Rhaen was a pretty quiet person, outside of parties. That was about the only time he could talk nonstop, and it was because he'd be a little... tipsy. But he'd been to very few parties in his life, and he didn't intend on being the neighborhood party animal here in the States. He'd set some strict limits for himself, to ensure he got on well here, and he was doing well following them, so far. He'd been a good boy.
So far, so good, right?
He held back a laugh behind his mischievous sourire. Something came to his mind, and he was about to say it, but stopped himself. It would've been in Gaelic. Rhaen had a slight bad habit of breaking into random other languages, but he'd slowly been fixing it. So, he just smiled. It was an awkward smile, as though he was hiding something, but he honestly had nothing to hide. When Camden finished, Rhaen waited a second and then replied, "Nah," with a laugh. "I'm used to it, don't worry. I work in a café for God's sake. People come in here to sip their drinks and talk. And any other day, it'd be loud and busy in here. Something's not right today."
And as if he could read his mind, Rhaen added, "You sure you'd like to go to London? It's not as nice as you'd think. Bloody awful, in parts." He raised an eyebrow in inquiry. Really, he'd been in London for years. And to him, it was just another city, because he'd spent much too long there, living a less than happy life. It just wasn't for him.
He saw the excitement in Cam's eyes, but didn't say anything, because he knew Camden was trying to cover his emotions. It was almost obvious, but Rhaen let it fall. "No? Love's a funny thing, though. Never know when something will happen. Or who will... never mind. Laisse tombé." He smiled convincingly. He'd almost been killed over love. And he'd almost been ready for commitment once. But both times, he came out alone. It was so true- love could do just about anything to a person. Rhaen knew that well now. But he didn't intend on telling anyone here about it- he was honestly ready to leave it all in London.
"Y'know, that's not necessarily a bad thing." He smiled. "But you ought to give it a shot sometime. I've only had a couple. Nothing too serious; never worked out. I feel kind of like a failure. But I guess I'll wait my turn." He spoke honestly, and yet lied. One had been serious. The other- absolutely nothing. He got nothing out of it.
Someday, he hoped his luck would turn itself around.
Gotta be green, Gotta be mean, Gotta be everything more!
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Post by CAMDEN EVAN JONES on Dec 30, 2010 17:49:55 GMT
I'M ASHAMED OF FEELIN' DOWN NOW<<
'cause we're the people we've been waiting on
-●-●-●-●-●-●-●-●-●-●-●-●-●- "mhm, i noticed," camden instantly replied after rhaen had said it'd been a slow say in the starbucks cafe. taking a minute to glance around the small building, camden turned around, his chocolate eyes looking over every individual table. there were, at the very most, six or seven people sitting down and drinking their beverages. and all six or seven of those people were a group of friends, camden supposed, considering they were all crammed together at one tiny table. turning back around to have rhaen once more, he added, "it's like.. so empty in here. besides us. and those dudes and dudettes over there. but yeah, usually when i come in here every weekend -or weekday, if i end up breaking my schedule- it's like, so packed and crowded that it takes like half an hour for me to get my drink." pausing, a thoughtful expression came over the brunette's face as he thought back to the previous weekend, when he'd entered the coffeeshop, gotten his drink, and.. well.. bumped into a very petite blond girl he hadn't seen. "last time i was in here, i accidentally spilled my drink all over a girl because it was so crowded and i could hardly see where i was going. she almost cried! ohmygosh, i felt so terrible. i almost didn't come back today because i thought she'd be here or something, but i decided to come anyways. yeah." ending his ramble, camden picked his drink back up -which had, again, been left on the counter to melt even more- and took a long sip as he listened to rhaen talk on about london.
setting his now almost empty caramel frappuchino back onto the counter, nodded his head eagerly, answering rhaen's question. "yes, i would love to go to london one day! besides, every country's got it's bad parts, so that doesn't really matter." a daydream-y look came across camden's face as he imagined how it would be to live in london. everyone would be so nice and accepted.. and they would all have amazing accents and the older guys would always have mustaches and they would all call fries 'chips' and everything would be so different and awesome. okay, yeah, camden really had no clue what living in london would be like, so he went with the stereotypical guess.
the blush returned to the junior's cheeks when rhaen spoke more on the not-having-a-boyfriend issue. it was terribly embarrassing for camden to speak about stuff like that, considering.. well, he hadn't even had his first kiss yet. and by the age of sixteen, at least half of american teenagers had lost their virginity, right?! camden felt like such a loser, to be honest, but he wasn't planning on giving up his v-card any time soon. he'd promised himself that he would never do that, not until he had a boyfriend or a girlfriend that he'd been with for a while and really, really liked or loved them. he didn't want to lose his virginity to just anybody. even so, having a boyfriend or girlfriend would at least be nice; camden was definitely a huge cuddler, and when one attempts to cuddle with his friends.. yeah, that doesn't usually go over well with said friends. really, the boy just wanted someone to hug and snuggle with and kiss. but the way his love life had gone so far, it didn't seem like he was going to ever find anyone like that - camden had always been a huge optimist, and he still was sure of that.
he shook his head at the phrase "you ought to give it a shot sometime", causing his dark brown locks to fall into his eyes. this time, he didn't bother with moving them out of the way, though, too caught up in the conversation at hand to do so. "oh, believe me, i would," he stated, his voice turning the slightest bit sad, "but i've never found anyone that likes me, so.." again, he looked down at the counter between them, picking up his drink and taking another sip before setting it back down once more. he didn't lift his gaze when he spoke, however, still feeling like a loser and an idiot. "but if you've dated people before, how are you a failure? i mean, that's definitely better than never having dated anyone!"
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Post by rhaen lucas van der saan on Dec 31, 2010 20:26:44 GMT
I could be brown, I could be blue, I could be violet skies!
I could be hurtful, I can be purple, I can be anything you like! [/i][/center] While Camden continued to ramble, Rhaen stood quietly and smiled. He found some sort of amusement in Camden's ranting, like it was soothing and made him think about other things. Other than himself, that was. Rhaen hated not having something to think about. He was one of those people who had to be preoccupied, or he would, quite literally, go crazy. And now, as he listened to Cam, he almost wished that he could do that, and talk so long and fast about something, but he knew he never could. He was much too quiet.
Schedule? he wondered, but didn't repeat aloud. Camden must be organized. Organization was Rhaen's strong point- his part of the dorm would be in perfect working order, with everything where it was supposed to be. Everything had a place. Even here, at Starbucks. In the two weeks he'd been working here, Rhaen had made the place much easier to work at. Everyone could find things now. How splendid. Now, he enjoyed making drinks, kind of.
"I know," he continued the conversation, "I'm used to being on high gear right now. Usually, there's a whole crowd of people, and they all want their drinks, immediately. It gets stressful, may I say." He sighed. "But thank God for this shift today!" After Camden added some more about an experience he'd had here last week, Rhaen chuckled. "Smooth. Sounds like you're a little bit of a klutz, eh, Cam? No worries, mate. Happens a lot here, believe me." Rhaen just then thought to make himself a drink. He worked here, after all, and could get one free drink a day. It was kind of chilly in the store, so he decided to go back and make a hot drink. "'Scuse me for a moment." He went back and started up a chai tea latte, with just milk and no water. It tasted better that way, he'd found. When it began to brew, he returned to the counter.
On the topic of London, Rhaen shook his head. "I lived in North London, and it wasn't the best neighborhood. A couple parts are nice, though. But I think it's better here than it was back in London. I've done well here, I think." He saw the dreamy look on his companion's face, and laughed again. "Think we all say cheers and play football? Not all you'd think. We get stereotyped a lot. It's all good, though."
While he spoke, Rhaen tried to read Cam's face. In it, he saw subtle hints that he wished he had a significant other. His suspicions were confirmed by Camden's comment, and Rhaen heard him out with a thoughtful look on his face. No one liked him? That was unlikely. There may have been someone, sometime, right? Surely. It sucked to be alone. Rhaen knew that. With a raised eyebrow and an inquiring expression, Rhaen half-whispered, "No one?" He was still skeptical, and it showed plainly on his pale face. "And I haven't had the greatest lovers. Ha." He grinned to himself.
And then, as a reply to his earlier comment, Rhaen made a bold move. "I like you."
Gotta be green, Gotta be mean, Gotta be everything more!
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