BROOKE CERABINO
FRESHMAN
Posts: 35
Popularity: 10
Player Name: tuna
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Character Type: wrench wench
Club: technology club
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Post by BROOKE CERABINO on Jun 15, 2016 18:18:30 GMT -5
[attr="class","bonesbg"] [attr="class","bonestopb"] [attr="class","soul"] [attr="class","boneslyricone"]rule number one [attr="class","hole"] [attr="class","boneslyrictwo"]is that you gotta have fun [attr="class","bonesbody"]her eyes were slightly widened as she pressed her back against the wall. an arm laid horizontally underneath her collarbone while her other held her stomach; a way to keep the wriggling creatures in her jacket, well, in her jacket. outside of the male dorm building was an angry p.e. teacher: a common sight around the freshman who was kind of a (for lack of a better term) 'walking disaster.' "you know very well that they're not allowed on campus; that's why you're even hiding in the first place!" came the voice that was an octave higher due to frustration. but the blonde only lip synced along with the complaint. "i swear, brooke cerabino, when i catch you, it will be another week's worth of detention. oooh, if a yeast infection breaks out from this..." the rest of the words became incoherent when the strays she'd picked up began to wriggle around again. "shut up when i'm tryna save you!" she yelled, which soon garnered the teacher's attention. " brooke-" "aw. shit." eyes narrowed, the fourteen-year-old reached for and mounted her moped. turning on the engine, she rode it straight towards the elevator across the lobby. one hand dug into her utility belt for a small wrench, which she soon aimed at the 'up' button of the elevator. "wrenchy, i choose you!" she shouted as though it was a pokemon inside a pokeball rather than a simple mechanic tool. nonetheless, the flat metal hit the button and the doors slid open a second before she arrived. "don't worry wrenchy, i'll come back for you! wait for me! believe in me!" she blurted as she rode straight into the elevator. when she'd arrived at another floor, however, the phys ed teacher (who'd bolted up the stairs) spotted and continued to chase after her. "oh c'mon, you're like seventy! shouldn't you have passed out by now?!" she huffed, looking slightly to her right where the rows of rooms were. "forty, i'm forty!" "not with those sagging balls yar not!" brooke shot back without even a glance over her shoulder. she soon found herself facing a dead end and realized that she had to make a decision now: to crash through the window like in the movies, or to give up and surrender. she squinted, then. losing of all things wasn't exactly her thing.still, she didn't exactly have a choice and... "okay! fine!" with a groan, the freshman slowed her vehicle to a stop, turned off the engine, and hopped off. arms encircling her own waist, she turned around to face the teacher as he trotted towards her. " finally." he grinned triumphantly despite haphazard breaths. that was when brooke suddenly shifted leftward and made a mad dash towards a dorm room. without so much as a knock, she flung open the door to let herself inside, "sorry to intrude, but not really!" she said aloud, gaze flicking around and quickly caught sight of the owner of the room. "save me from that stalker!" at this, she slammed the door shut before flipping the lock. the furry strays jumped out from her jacket in excitement. a series of loud knocks came, and the phys ed teacher's voice was heard once more, "brooke cerabino, you have three seconds to come out with those dogs before i bring this up to the principal. i mean it!" 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ADAM DEVLIN
SENIOR
Posts: 18
Popularity: 10
Player Name: ash
Hover Image: http://pile.randimg.net/1/61/77893/adamdevlin.png
Character Type: good ol' boy
Club: student council
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Post by ADAM DEVLIN on Jun 16, 2016 17:29:53 GMT -5
CHECK IT OUT, I'M STILL BREATHING 'How's your knee? Did you check with the doctor yet? Tell us, dear, are you in pain, do you need a vacation from school?'
He should've grown accustomed to his mother's questions by now, judging by how he heard it every morning before leaving his dorm. If he can forget about the pain that was consumed by the knee support, then they should, too. The rest of her words became distant as Adam slowly moved his phone away from his ear while making humming noises in acknowledgement like he was somehow still listening to the morning song that he heard every day. ❝Spare me, mother.❞ He groaned, sitting on the edge of his bed. Then she went on about how he should fix his attitude while talking to people and that his bluntness might not be forgiven easily by strangers, he knew that already. ❝I need to shower mom, or do I have to bring my phone there, too, we can easily continue there.❞ His mother scoffed and asked him to call her tomorrow morning and he replied with an 'okay' but he knew that he might not remember that promise in the morning, just like today. Adam placed his phone on the nightstand before flattening his palms on the bed to gracefully stand up.
Luckily, he wasn't in pain because of the sprained knee, the pain only jolted up his body whenever he exercised too much or carried something too heavy. Being the strange person he was, he never truly spoke up whenever he was in pain and that's why the doctor complained to his parents, going on and on about how it would've been torn if he waited any longer. Maybe that was some screwed up luck, but he was glad it didn't go that far. The young boy stripped out of his clothes and turned on the water to allow the droplets to fall on his body, at first it was too cold for his unusually warm skin but he hummed in pleasure when it was warm enough to please him. His shower usually took from ten minutes to twelve, spending most of it thinking about other things such as the student council and how one of the students had been assigned to him, to be under his watch.
He begrudgingly accepted the task while others stayed behind to do their usual work. He wanted to do other things, not keep his eyes on someone, it made him feel like a spy or something. A lot of noises were happening outside, he managed to cast one look to the door before arching an eyebrow. What was going on outside? Should he even bother to check? Granted, the male dorm was usually quiet, but it was the calm before the storm, truly. Deft fingers wrapped around one of the shirts inside his wardrobe before going to the door to grasp the door handle, pulling it down after turning the lock. He peeked his head outside, looked both ways before he released an irritated noise, going back inside but never bothered to lock the door behind him. It wasn't like someone would actually pull a prank on a member of the student council, unless they miss home very much and quite frankly, nobody did.
Adam covered his upper half with the shirt, fixing the garment on his body before he released a small sigh. He rolled up the sleeves of his shirt, approaching the nightstand to grasp the cologne left there. He wasn't a fan of fancy things but he was not the one to go outside smelling like a pig. Once he was satisfied with the smell of his v-neck's shirt, he calmly settled the cologne down with a soft click. The sound of his door being opened in a not-so-gentle manner made Adam turn around. He slowly walked forward to see who just entered his room. It was the exact same girl he saw in the photo; Brooke. Wow, that certainly did not take long. Either today was getting better or worse.
sorry to intrude, but not really! save me from that stalker!
The lock was turned and Adam glared at the girl. If anyone saw them in a room together with the door locked, then they might just get the wrong idea of the whole damn thing. Oh. His brown eyes locked on the furry animals before a series of loud knocks shook him out of his thoughts. ❝For the love of-- ❞ He muttered, crossing his arms over his chest, his expression clearly saying that he won't help her.
brooke cerabino, you have three seconds to come out with those dogs before i bring this up to the principal. i mean it!
Adam thought it over for a moment. If he helped her, he might just gain her trust and that would make his job of 'stalking' her easier. He didn't want the matter to reach the principal, what kind of council member would he be if the principal was bothered by such a simple problem? ❝grab those.. things and hide in the bathroom, go.❞ he flicked his wrist at the direction of the bathroom, shoo'ing her off. He waited for her to disappear before unlocking the door and opened it widely with a big smile on his lips. He stepped outside and closed the door to talk with the furious teacher. It didn't take long for Adam to convince the man that he'll handle things from here and on while also making a spine-breaking promise that he'll make sure that she won't spark anymore troubles. The man left, but not without pointing his finger at Adam while saying that he'll hold the boy to the promise.
He ran his fingers through his hair and opened the door to step inside, welcomed by the usual warmth of his room. ❝he's gone. I had to make up a lot of things, this better be worth it.❞ he announced in a monotone voice, letting out a loud sigh. ❝out of all things.. you bring dogs? where did you even find them?❞
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BROOKE CERABINO
FRESHMAN
Posts: 35
Popularity: 10
Player Name: tuna
Hover Image: https://67.media.tumblr.com/29639d72ee8ec363d391fd1037e63f4e/tumblr_o8ikbzmLTR1v8x2n7o1_250.png
Application: http://heartstrings.boards.net/thread/1442
Plot Page: http://heartstrings.boards.net/thread/1466
Cell Page: #
Wanted Ad: http://heartstrings.boards.net/thread/1735
Character Type: wrench wench
Club: technology club
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Post by BROOKE CERABINO on Jun 17, 2016 2:32:00 GMT -5
[attr="class","bonesbg"] [attr="class","bonestopb"] [attr="class","soul"] [attr="class","boneslyricone"]rule number one [attr="class","hole"] [attr="class","boneslyrictwo"]is that you gotta have fun [attr="class","bonesbody"]an order was given to her and brooke's eyes instantly narrowed, "hey! don't tell me what to do, mom," she retorted, but knew very well that she didn't have any other choice... or did she?with the corners of her mouth suddenly curling upward, the fourteen-year-old scooped up the strays one after the other. then, instead of hiding in the bathroom as she was instructed, brooke opened then slipped into the closet. there was a certain comfort and excitement to hide inside a closet; it was like she was physically involved in something scandalous, something that could potentially be illegal, which ironically helped her sleep better at night. her tendency to go against what was expected of her had really solidified itself throughout the years and was practically second nature to her in present days. as the senior settled things with the phys ed teacher, the freshman fished out her cellphone from her pocket. with the flashlight on her phone, she began to rummage through the male's belongings even despite the strays' whining. the door reopened a few moments later and, casually, brooke pulled open the closet door and poked her head out, "aw shit, thanks! you're the best! how reliable, totally my new favourite!" she grinned, stepping out of the closet while wearing one of adam's shirts. the two puppies, too, scurried out and began to excitedly explore corners of the room. the three looked almost as if they had been invited over, really. "yo, can i have this?" brooke asked while rolling up the sleeves of the collared shirt she had on, "it looks cute and i can totally wear it like a dress. ya ever tried running around pantless?" at this, her hands moved down to briefly lift at the bottom of the fabric like she was demonstrating how to be 'pantless'... which she was, "super freeing, lemme tell ya! try it some time, bud!"walking over to a corner, the freshman picked up one of the strays again and scratched behind its ears. blue eyes shifted to look blinkingly at the senior, "i found them somewhere on campus, duh! and since they're obviously homeless, i'mma just raise 'em until someone else can take over. what, yar not thinkin' that i should just let 'em starve or die somewhere are ya? because that's such bullshit that i would probly punch you in the face if ya so much as nodded." she sent a wink, then, and suddenly pushed herself off of the bed to swing a fist at the blacknette. as soon as her knuckles came within any proximity to his face however, her fingers had extended so she could grab him by the jaw instead, "just kiddin'! not gonna piss yar pants, are ya? bet ya never even got a bruise on that perfect face of yars huh, li'l young master?" snickering, brooke retrieved her fingers before throwing both of her hands on her waist, "who're you, anyway?"ADAM DEVLIN ● omG ASH THAT'S SO NICE OF YOU TO MATCH MY POST LENGTH HRNG lemme try not to ramble too much from now on lmao[attr="class","bonesbottomb"] [attr="class","cred"]MADE BY VEL OF WW + GS[newclass=.bonesbg]width:350px;background-color:#fcfcfc;[/newclass] [newclass=.bonestopb]width:0;height:0;border-style:solid;border-width:130px 350px 0 0;border-color:#ffdd33 transparent transparent transparent;[/newclass][newclass=.soul]-webkit-transform: rotate(-20.5deg);-moz-transform: rotate(-20.5deg);-ms-transform: rotate(-20.5deg);-o-transform: rotate(-20.5deg);[/newclass][newclass=.boneslyricone]margin-top:-85px;margin-left:10px;margin-bottom:13px;color:#fcfcfc;font-size:18px;text-transform:uppercase;font-family:verdana;text-align:left;[/newclass][newclass=.hole]-webkit-transform: rotate(-20.5deg);-moz-transform: rotate(-20.5deg);-ms-transform: rotate(-20.5deg);-o-transform: rotate(-20.5deg);[/newclass][newclass=.boneslyrictwo]margin-top:-16px;margin-left:50px;color:#ffdd33;font-size:18px;text-transform:uppercase;font-family:verdana;text-align:left;[/newclass][newclass=.bonesbody]color:#999;padding:40px;font-size:10px;font-family:verdana;text-align:justify;line-height:15px;[/newclass][newclass=.bonesbody span]color:#999;opacity:0.8;font-size:9px;font-family:verdana;text-align:justify;line-height:15px;[/newclass][newclass=.bonesbody b]color: #999; transition: 0.9s ease; -moz-transition: 0.9s ease; -webkit-transition: 0.9s ease;[/newclass][newclass=.bonesbody:hover b]color: #ffdd33;[/newclass][newclass=.bonesbottomb]width:0;height:0;border-style:solid;border-width:0 0 150px 350px;border-color:transparent transparent #ffdd33 transparent;margin-top:-30px;[/newclass][newclass=.cred]text-align:center;font-size:6pt;color:rgb(132, 132, 132);letter-spacing:1px;font-family:verdana;[/newclass][newclass=.cred a]color:rgb(132, 132, 132);font-size:6pt;letter-spacing:1px;font-family:verdana;[/newclass]
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ADAM DEVLIN
SENIOR
Posts: 18
Popularity: 10
Player Name: ash
Hover Image: http://pile.randimg.net/1/61/77893/adamdevlin.png
Character Type: good ol' boy
Club: student council
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Post by ADAM DEVLIN on Jun 18, 2016 0:12:04 GMT -5
CHECK IT OUT, I'M STILL BREATHING 'hey! don't tell me what to do, mom,'
Good lord what did he do to deserve such a morning? He wasn't all that eager to go back to his old routine of doing dumb sh*t and he certainly didn't feel like it today to go and sit down with the council members, hearing his mother's worried tone in the morning was not something he wanted to hear. Now there's a girl in his room currently sassing him while he was trying to save her from going with the teacher for a tour only to end up in the principal's office, he was so not ready to hear anymore lecturing from anyone. ❝Mom? I am not your mom.❞ He grumbled.
Once the sound of the door clicked shut in his dorm room, his shoulders slumped down in relief. He hoped that the teacher won't go and report to the president of the council member or something like that, he's not doing anything illegal but it was his problem to deal with and he didn't want anyone to butt in. Upon casting a second look at the door, his eyes started to search for the female's figure in his room. Where did she go? Did she hide under his bed? He was about to cross the distance to check under his bed when she suddenly came out of his closet while wearing one of his shirts.
aw shit, thanks! you're the best! how reliable, totally my new favourite!
Adam ran his hand down his face, a clear sign of frustration upon spotting her wearing his shirt so freely. Though she looked rather.. good in it. He wanted to shake his head hard enough to cause his thoughts to drop through his ear or whatever because that's not something he should be thinking about. He wanted to move over to the door and open it slightly to give her some sense of safety that she could easily run to the door if anything happened, but he was still stuck there, staring at her with his eyes narrowed. The puppies started to run around and Adam clicked on his tongue, eyeing the creatures as they ran around like the owned the place. ❝Hey, If they do anything on my floor, you are going to clean it or I'm gonna call the guy right back in here.❞ The threat was too empty, but he still attempted to make it believable.
yo, can i have this? it looks cute and i can totally wear it like a dress. ya ever tried running around pantless?
Adam tilted his head before he sighed loudly. ❝you are already wearing it, what am I supposed to say? no? you can have it.❞ He waved his hand off like it was nothing because it was. Seeing someone else wearing his shirt like that made him realize that it definitely looked better on her than how it looked on him. He blinked twice, snapping back to reality just to hear her ask him if he ever tried running around pantless. ❝What? no, no. I never tried that before. I'd rather have my pants, thanks very much.❞
super freeing, lemme tell ya! try it some time, bud! i found them somewhere on campus, duh! and since they're obviously homeless, i'mma just raise 'em until someone else can take over. what, yar not thinkin' that i should just let 'em starve or die somewhere are ya? because that's such bullshit that i would probly punch you in the face if ya so much as nodded.
❝Oh yeah, I can imagine how freeing it would be.❞ He agreed sarcastically, His dark eyes still fixated on the female. He watched her pick one of the puppies, showering it with love by scratching it behind its ear, he started to watch silently while she told the story about how she found the dogs. Her sudden movements caused his eyes to widen, he didn't do anything to stop her but he waited for the punch or at least anything. She didn't even hear what he had to say about the matter!
just kiddin'! not gonna piss yar pants, are ya? bet ya never even got a bruise on that perfect face of yars huh, li'l young master?
He opened his eyes and looked at her, clearly confusion before he felt cheek start to swallow in some heat, causing his cheeks to turn slightly red. He turned his head away and coughed awkwardly before he sheepishly rubbed the back of his neck. Now was not the time to get flustered for the love of God. ❝First off, I would probably do the same as you, regarding the puppies because I won't stand by and watch them die. Second, I do not have a perfect face and no, I never had a bruise because I never got into a fight. It's troublesome and I think whoever throws themselves in a fight are simply narrow-minded.❞ He calmly stated before he moved his hands behind back, keeping them there as he allowed his fingers to intertwine.
who're you, anyway?
Adam shrugged his shoulders and looked at the other. ❝Adam, I guess? A senior.❞ He introduced himself even though it was a bit awkward. ❝Well, I don't know how you're even comfortable in the same room as a guy with the door closed, but I'm actually worried for your reputation more than my own, so gather your puppies and let's get out of here. You also need to get to class or are you planning on skipping?❞ Adam asked curiously, his eyes still trained on the female. One of the small animals came and rubbed itself against Adam's leg, causing his eyes to slowly move down to look at the creature, narrowing his eyes at him.
He squatted down on his haunches and awkwardly kept his hand hovering above the animal, unsure where to put it. ❝Good.. dog?❞ God, it sounded so odd, but he patted the puppy's head rather robotically, once and then twice before drawing his hand away and stepped back with a little sigh escaping his lips. ❝Planning to go yet or are you waiting for breakfast? Did you even eat breakfast?❞
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BROOKE CERABINO
FRESHMAN
Posts: 35
Popularity: 10
Player Name: tuna
Hover Image: https://67.media.tumblr.com/29639d72ee8ec363d391fd1037e63f4e/tumblr_o8ikbzmLTR1v8x2n7o1_250.png
Application: http://heartstrings.boards.net/thread/1442
Plot Page: http://heartstrings.boards.net/thread/1466
Cell Page: #
Wanted Ad: http://heartstrings.boards.net/thread/1735
Character Type: wrench wench
Club: technology club
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Post by BROOKE CERABINO on Jun 19, 2016 1:29:05 GMT -5
[attr="class","bonesbg"] [attr="class","bonestopb"] [attr="class","soul"] [attr="class","boneslyricone"]rule number one [attr="class","hole"] [attr="class","boneslyrictwo"]is that you gotta have fun [attr="class","bonesbody"]she was quick to catch sight of the pink that had painted across his face; usually a tall tale sign that someone was embarrassed. and, truth be told, brooke was a fairly embarrassing person who happened to have a knack in causing embarrassment as well. "oh man!" she grinned wide, leaning forward enough to stare straight up at the senior, "so y'did wet yar pants, didn't ya? in a different way though obviously. but isn't jizz just white piss? i mean they both come outta the dick." blue eyes blinked a few times as though she was merely pondering over her lunch rather than something that was usually discussed in a more private setting. then again, this was a pretty private setting, wasn't it? and sure enough, adam pointed out this fact as well but the freshman only gave a small laugh, "yeah, don't worry about anything nonexistent, eve. that's hella old school. what're you, eighty-years-old?" he continued to talk about getting her to class and brooke instantly frowned, "wait but, isn't that boring? i mean we're already here, so we might as well-" she paused as he crouched down to pat one of the strays. staring at adam, the young girl suddenly and recalled his blushing face. one corner of her mouth curled upward into a wry smile. as he rose to his feet again, brooke quietly lessened the distance between them. "nope, no breakfast yet." she said, slowly extending her hands to him, "gettin' pretty hungry here now that y'mentioned it. remember that talk we had just now about being pantless? i mean, i'm already pantless and since there's nobody else here anyway, why don't y'give it a try too, huh?" eyebrows wiggled as she pulled at the waist of his pants, "we'll be freeing together and like, go to heaven together, too."blinking at him again, brooke burst into another fit of laughters, "oh my god: freeing, going to heaven, get it? because you fly to heaven? and... and 'god.' man why am i just filled with puns all the time? it's like i'm too funny for my own good." but not really. she didn't necessarily think so but she also didn't necessarily... not think so. it didn't at all matter anyway, what most people thought of her. their opinions were theirs and she just never actually cared to let it affect her. forehead was against his chest for a brief moment as she tried to stop her giggles, but she soon looked up once more and grinned, "at least gimme a smooch or somethin'? i've already made it clear enough that we should have sex, yanno? since yar so worried about there being a misunderstanding and all. might as well seal the deal and make it real, huh?"at this, she snorted with her head turned, "i'm a poetic rhyme master too, apparently. fuckin' genius." snickering, she turned back to adam. she puckered up her lips, then, and pushed forward while making kissy noises jokingly. ADAM DEVLIN ● mfw i realize that it's still september and brooke has actually yet to turn 15 /stares into the distance[attr="class","bonesbottomb"] [attr="class","cred"]MADE BY VEL OF WW + GS[newclass=.bonesbg]width:350px;background-color:#fcfcfc;[/newclass] [newclass=.bonestopb]width:0;height:0;border-style:solid;border-width:130px 350px 0 0;border-color:#ffdd33 transparent transparent transparent;[/newclass][newclass=.soul]-webkit-transform: rotate(-20.5deg);-moz-transform: rotate(-20.5deg);-ms-transform: rotate(-20.5deg);-o-transform: rotate(-20.5deg);[/newclass][newclass=.boneslyricone]margin-top:-85px;margin-left:10px;margin-bottom:13px;color:#fcfcfc;font-size:18px;text-transform:uppercase;font-family:verdana;text-align:left;[/newclass][newclass=.hole]-webkit-transform: rotate(-20.5deg);-moz-transform: rotate(-20.5deg);-ms-transform: rotate(-20.5deg);-o-transform: rotate(-20.5deg);[/newclass][newclass=.boneslyrictwo]margin-top:-16px;margin-left:50px;color:#ffdd33;font-size:18px;text-transform:uppercase;font-family:verdana;text-align:left;[/newclass][newclass=.bonesbody]color:#999;padding:40px;font-size:10px;font-family:verdana;text-align:justify;line-height:15px;[/newclass][newclass=.bonesbody span]color:#999;opacity:0.8;font-size:9px;font-family:verdana;text-align:justify;line-height:15px;[/newclass][newclass=.bonesbody b]color: #999; transition: 0.9s ease; -moz-transition: 0.9s ease; -webkit-transition: 0.9s ease;[/newclass][newclass=.bonesbody:hover b]color: #ffdd33;[/newclass][newclass=.bonesbottomb]width:0;height:0;border-style:solid;border-width:0 0 150px 350px;border-color:transparent transparent #ffdd33 transparent;margin-top:-30px;[/newclass][newclass=.cred]text-align:center;font-size:6pt;color:rgb(132, 132, 132);letter-spacing:1px;font-family:verdana;[/newclass][newclass=.cred a]color:rgb(132, 132, 132);font-size:6pt;letter-spacing:1px;font-family:verdana;[/newclass]
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ADAM DEVLIN
SENIOR
Posts: 18
Popularity: 10
Player Name: ash
Hover Image: http://pile.randimg.net/1/61/77893/adamdevlin.png
Character Type: good ol' boy
Club: student council
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Post by ADAM DEVLIN on Jun 19, 2016 3:29:13 GMT -5
CHECK IT OUT, I'M STILL BREATHING so y'did wet yar pants, didn't ya? in a different way though obviously. but isn't jizz just white piss? i mean they both come outta the dick.
Adam was about to dismiss it quickly when Brooke interrupted him, causing his lips to fall shut after parting and it made him seem like a gaping fish. What he heard next made him want to cut off his own ears and throw them in the nearest bin. "Lord!" He almost hollered, running a hand down his face before he showed Brooke his palm, a clear gesture for her to stop. "I did not wet my pants, no matter what the hell you mean by it and please, stop talking about that." How the hell was she so comfortable like this? Most of the girls that he came across blushed furiously because of simple reasons and evidently, Brooke was not like the other girls.
yeah, don't worry about anything nonexistent, eve. that's hella old school. what're you, eighty-years-old? wait but, isn't that boring? i mean we're already here, so we might as well-
apparently, Brooke felt nothing when it came to breaking rules or straying away from groups to go on her own doing god knows what. He didn't have the power to tell her what to do, at least not right now when she knew nothing about him, it might also break whatever conversation they were trying to build up, so instead he allowed his 'secretary' guard to drop for now and shrugged his shoulders nonchalantly. "No, I'm eighteen years old, not eighty, big difference." He replied without understanding the humor behind her words, he never really caught on any sarcastic comments, they weren't kidding when they called him dull once.
gettin' pretty hungry here now that y'mentioned it. remember that talk we had just now about being pantless? i mean, i'm already pantless and since there's nobody else here anyway, why don't y'give it a try too, huh? we'll be freeing together and like, go to heaven together, too.
Adam stared at her when the distance between them started to grow short, little by little, she was entering his personal bubble, but he didn't take a step back, not because he was daring, no. It was mainly because her hands were tugging at his waistband causing his eyes to widen, ears almost red from the tips. He felt a lump rise in his throat making it hard for him to swallow past it. What was he supposed to do? "U-uhm, please release your hold from my pants, it's quite uncomfortable and I'd rather walk around with my pants on. At least you can make this --- my shirt look like a dress, boys can't wear dresses, so I can't j-join your pantless group."
oh my god: freeing, going to heaven, get it? because you fly to heaven? and... and 'god.' man why am i just filled with puns all the time? it's like i'm too funny for my own good.
Adam blinked confusedly before he finally caught on with the pun. "Almost as funny as my grandfather's jokes. emphasis on funny." He remarked after a few moments of silence. She was well armed, from every direction and every way possible to keep the air lively between people and he honestly liked that, at least she wasn't dull like him, she'd survive pretty well out there if she ever decided to make a friend, there has to be someone who'd want to accept her for who she was.
at least gimme a smooch or somethin'? i've already made it clear enough that we should have sex, yanno? since yar so worried about there being a misunderstanding and all. might as well seal the deal and make it real, huh?
One moment her head was visible and the next, he could no longer see it, but a second later, he felt a soft hit against his chest and his eyes widened. Why was she so touchy with him? He was willing to bet one hundred dollars that his heart was pounding furiously in his chest. As if the movement she pulled before was not enough, she went on and suggested they have sex with one another. He jerked back and placed some distance between them. "Can you please not say something like that?" Adam ran his hand through his hair, releasing a sigh. "You're really something else.."
i'm a poetic rhyme master too, apparently. fuckin' genius.
Adam rolled his eyes before fixating his eyes on her and once she looked at him, he suddenly felt uneasy. "What's with the look?" Almost immediately after saying that, she was approaching him while making loud kissy noises that made him scrunch his face. "Stop coming near me with that face! okay fine, I'll bring you breakfast, spare me." He wasn't ready for all of that in just one meeting, he'll never be ready for any of that no matter how many times they've met. "You lil shit." He grumbled before pinching the bridge of his nose.
"How old are you? Ten?" well, people around ten years old never make jokes about having sex, but still, it was an attempt to escape from that previous conversation. "I'm making some toast and putting some toppings and that's all I have and that's all I'll make, you don't want, then you can eat your hair or something." He made a brief bee-line to his dorm's small kitchen and moved close to the fridge, grasping the handle to jerk the door open. "Need some milk? I heard it could make you fucking sane enough for just one day." Adam said, forcing a large box smile on his lips before he grabbed the orange juice bottle followed by the jar of soft cheese before closing the door of the fridge with his hip. Deft fingers swiftly grasped the small knife to place it on top of the jar, putting the toasts and once they took the shade of brown, he grasped the least warmer tip and pulled them out to put them gently on his plate. "So you want some toast or nah?"
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Post by BROOKE CERABINO on Jun 19, 2016 23:10:54 GMT -5
[attr="class","bonesbg"] [attr="class","bonestopb"] [attr="class","soul"] [attr="class","boneslyricone"]rule number one [attr="class","hole"] [attr="class","boneslyrictwo"]is that you gotta have fun [attr="class","bonesbody"] "breakfast?" there was a dumbfounded look on brooke's face upon hearing the second mention of a morning meal. in turn, she eased off just a bit as adam pulled away from her, "well that's not what i was talkin' about. either yar playin' dumb or yar playin' hard-to-get. probly that second one, huh? i mean, ya look smarter than me, for one." she said, trying to reason it all out by thinking aloud; it's what she did best, really. ever-so-relentless, the fourteen-year-old tailed after the blacknette as he left for the kitchen area, "yar right though. i am a li'l shit... and i could very well be your li'l shit." eyes rolled briefly to the ceiling, "but that's some dirtyass fetish, huh?"stuffing her hands into the pockets of the collared shirt and casually flapping its fabric around, her gaze slid back to the senior, "try fourteen. well, almost fifteen, but i'll be fourteen before november 2nd! you can gimme a birthday present by going on a date with me that day, 'kay?"with a careless laugh through her teeth, brooke stood next to and leaned against the sink. she watched as adam proceeded to actually make her breakfast, "well, i want your milk more, if yanno what i mean," a wink, "but since ya don't want me to have any of that... i guess i'll settle with cow milk."shoulders shrugged and, idly, she reached over to poke at the side of his body: namely his hip. two fingers hooked over and curled into the fabric at the waist of his pants, pulling at it again as though she was snapping some girl's bra strap, "this is totally like a 'morning after' scene with me wearin' yar shirt and you making breakfast and shit. but without any of the actual fun stuff the night before." or two minutes ago, really. "at least you'd make a good wife, though! aw, how cute is that? i'm yar li'l shit and yar my li'l wife. that's how it works, right? mama's always said that my real dad was a li'l shit, too; guess who i took after?"at the mention of toast, brooke's gaze slid down to the readied breakfast. one hand still with two of its fingers hanging at the waist of adam's pants, her other hand picked up the piece of bread. she nudged one corner of it against adam's lips and grinned, "feed it to me then, mouth to mouth. preferably with a bit of tongue. it's the least i can do to thank you for saving me, wife. c'mon, the children're watchin'." rather, the stray dogs that had now followed them into the kitchen and were playing a game of tag. ADAM DEVLIN ● what is this make-believe family covers face[attr="class","bonesbottomb"] [attr="class","cred"]MADE BY VEL OF WW + GS[newclass=.bonesbg]width:350px;background-color:#fcfcfc;[/newclass] [newclass=.bonestopb]width:0;height:0;border-style:solid;border-width:130px 350px 0 0;border-color:#ffdd33 transparent transparent transparent;[/newclass][newclass=.soul]-webkit-transform: rotate(-20.5deg);-moz-transform: rotate(-20.5deg);-ms-transform: rotate(-20.5deg);-o-transform: rotate(-20.5deg);[/newclass][newclass=.boneslyricone]margin-top:-85px;margin-left:10px;margin-bottom:13px;color:#fcfcfc;font-size:18px;text-transform:uppercase;font-family:verdana;text-align:left;[/newclass][newclass=.hole]-webkit-transform: rotate(-20.5deg);-moz-transform: rotate(-20.5deg);-ms-transform: rotate(-20.5deg);-o-transform: rotate(-20.5deg);[/newclass][newclass=.boneslyrictwo]margin-top:-16px;margin-left:50px;color:#ffdd33;font-size:18px;text-transform:uppercase;font-family:verdana;text-align:left;[/newclass][newclass=.bonesbody]color:#999;padding:40px;font-size:10px;font-family:verdana;text-align:justify;line-height:15px;[/newclass][newclass=.bonesbody span]color:#999;opacity:0.8;font-size:9px;font-family:verdana;text-align:justify;line-height:15px;[/newclass][newclass=.bonesbody b]color: #999; transition: 0.9s ease; -moz-transition: 0.9s ease; -webkit-transition: 0.9s ease;[/newclass][newclass=.bonesbody:hover b]color: #ffdd33;[/newclass][newclass=.bonesbottomb]width:0;height:0;border-style:solid;border-width:0 0 150px 350px;border-color:transparent transparent #ffdd33 transparent;margin-top:-30px;[/newclass][newclass=.cred]text-align:center;font-size:6pt;color:rgb(132, 132, 132);letter-spacing:1px;font-family:verdana;[/newclass][newclass=.cred a]color:rgb(132, 132, 132);font-size:6pt;letter-spacing:1px;font-family:verdana;[/newclass]
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Post by ADAM DEVLIN on Jun 21, 2016 22:26:49 GMT -5
CHECK IT OUT, I'M STILL BREATHING well that's not what i was talkin' about. either yar playin' dumb or yar playin' hard-to-get. probly that second one, huh? i mean, ya look smarter than me, for one.
At the mention of him playing dumb or hard to get, he looked over his shoulder to cast a look before shrugging his shoulders. "I dunno what you're talking about." He hummed quietly, leaving the comment hanging there before pursing his lips to stop himself from saying anything more or else it would all turn out weirdly. Honestly, Adam never really tried anything with a woman before, he was very.. inexperienced, but that was a knowledge he preferred to keep to himself, not everything is worth sharing, after all. It honestly felt weird to be in the same room as another girl and talking to her while she says a lot of things so freely with no restriction binding her down, either that was a good thing or a bad one, he wasn't really sure.
yar right though. i am a li'l shit... and i could very well be your li'l shit. but that's some dirtyass fetish, huh?
Narrowing his eyes at the other, trying to decipher what her words truly meant before he managed to catch on. Gosh, why was he so clueless around her? He was used to knowing what the others were talking about so easily without listening from the beginning and yet, here he was, taking a few moments before fully understanding her words. "Yes, it's weird." He agreed, probably for the first time. "I don't want you to be my lil shit, it's supposed to be an insult, Brooke, not a nickname."
try fourteen. well, almost fifteen, but i'll be fourteen before november 2nd! you can gimme a birthday present by going on a date with me that day, 'kay?
What the hell? He looked at her, eyes slightly wide. She was only fourteen and yet she cracked dirty jokes every now and then? Girls around her age shouldn't be like that for god's sake. "Ha ha, not happening. Ever." He offered a smile, not fitting at all with the rejection he said a few moments beforehand. He wasn't sure how to deal with her, he wasn't even sure what to say to her and yet, she was very free around him without thinking twice about her words and teased him endlessly. Adam cursed his luck, he knew from the beginning when his mother first talked that today won't be in his favor. When his dark eyes eventually moved to look at the freshman, he saw her sporting in his shirt, hands casually in her pockets, he turned his head away before his gaze could turn into some sort of creepy stare and minded his own business instead.
well, i want your milk more, if yanno what i mean, but since ya don't want me to have any of that... i guess i'll settle with cow milk.
Adam narrowed his eyes before shooting her a glare. "Cow milk is the only one you'll have." He pointed his finger at her before he moved to grab the milk bottle from the fridge, he felt the bottle to see whether it was cold or not. It was warm, to say the least and that caused him to sigh in relief. He poured her a glass and moved it to her direction while he poured himself a glass of juice. He drank a few sips, enjoying the fresh feeling it brought. Adam felt something poke at his hip and that was enough to catch his attention. What happened next almost made him choke on the drink he had in his mouth, he abruptly swallowed the drink and looked down at her hooked fingers grabbing at the waistband of his pants.
this is totally like a 'morning after' scene with me wearin' yar shirt and you making breakfast and shit. but without any of the actual fun stuff the night before. at least you'd make a good wife, though! aw, how cute is that? i'm yar li'l shit and yar my li'l wife. that's how it works, right? mama's always said that my real dad was a li'l shit, too; guess who i took after?
"Please, Brooke. Let go of my pants, it's really.. weird when you do that." He groaned a little before resting the glass back down to pinch the bridge of his nose. She continued on and he suddenly hoped that he'd lose his ability to hear, but sadly, he didn't and he heard her to the end before quirking an eyebrow at her last comment, that was probably the only time he heard her speak of her parents, but they met like five minutes ago, so that was natural. He tilted his head slightly to the side before offering a light smile. His hand came up to ruffle her hair, "well, you aren't a lil shit, not literally. You're not like your dad. But call me wife again, I'll choke you in your sleep." Even though he barely knew the man, it was enough to know that he wasn't quite nice because of what her mother used to say. He took his hand away and returned to his old task of making breakfast. Adam started to spread the cheese over the toast before adding blueberries on top, it was simple and yet it tasted good, it normally kept him full for a few hours before lunch break.
feed it to me then, mouth to mouth. preferably with a bit of tongue. it's the least i can do to thank you for saving me, wife. c'mon, the children're watchin'.
Adam shifted awkwardly on his feet and turned his head to look at the female student. "I--I, um, I'm sick." He coughed a few times. "You might get sick, besides, I don't really eat breakfast, not right now." Okay, maybe they were just white lies, but he needed them to escape from this. "You, um, eat and I'll go.. over there and watch the.. wall." He cleared his throat awkwardly before his hand came up to lower the toast away from his lips. He stood there for such a long time, his knee almost popped. He skipped to the bedroom and sat down, occasionally rubbing circles on his knee. One of the stray dogs followed after him and he stared at it before narrowing his eyes. "What?" He asked, almost waiting for it to say something in return. "Shoo, go back to your mama." he flicked his wrist and shooed the animal away. He wasn't really that good with any animal at all and that's why he usually avoided them. "Why don't you drop them at a shelter or something?" He directed the question to her while watching the ceiling of his room. Adam rested on his back to watch it better while tapping on his stomach from time to time to break the silence. "I mean, unless you have money somewhere with you, you might just be able to buy them food, but I think if any of us had enough money to raise animals, we would've already." He said almost too quietly, worrying the flesh of his bottom lip between his pearl teeth, whatever he said next was muffled by that move and he just gave up on talking again, allowing the silence to settle between them.
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Post by BROOKE CERABINO on Jun 22, 2016 23:55:20 GMT -5
[attr="class","bonesbg"] [attr="class","bonestopb"] [attr="class","soul"] [attr="class","boneslyricone"]rule number one [attr="class","hole"] [attr="class","boneslyrictwo"]is that you gotta have fun [attr="class","bonesbody"]blue eyes blinked stupidly at the vacant air: the spot that adam had previously occupied. he was pretty good at escaping from her, wasn't he? her gaze followed the senior as he settled himself back into the bedroom. she looked back to the breakfast he had made for her: milk, and toast with cheese and blueberries. she blinked a few more times at the food before her gaze returned to adam, "but yar the one that called me a li'l shit, wife! don't back down now, what the fuck!" she began again, clearly ignoring his previous warning about using that term with him. her attention was caught, nonetheless, by the rubbing motion he was making against his knee, "huh, doesn't look like yar whackin' off." brooke offered as a part of her observation, sounding almost a little too nonchalant with the statement. she sniffed at the milk quickly before downing the entire glass in one go. letting out a sigh of satisfaction, she rolled the glass into the sink. opposite hand picked up the piece of toast. she took a bite whilst approaching adam for the umpteenth time that day, temporarily ignoring the running strays; there was something else that she found more interesting at the moment. then again, she was naturally curious about people in general, "are ya hurt?" brooke further questioned. she took another bite of the toast then came to squat next to adam's leg. he'd laid down, so she reached her free hand out to touch the knee he had previously been rubbing. she squeezed it a little, relaxed her hold, then slid her fingers down to the hem of the pant leg. she attempted at rolling up the fabric but to no avail, "yo, i wanna see it. did adam junior bite you or something?" she asked, gesturing her toast to the puppy the senior had tried to shoo away. "and i can't just send them to the shelter! they kill the ones that're sick or don't get adopted! i can't let 'em do that to adam junior and brooke junior," she said seriously, eyes narrowed at the blacknette. she ate the rest of the toast and quickly wiped her hand on his carpet, "and i totally do have the money," hand dipped into her shirt (specifically, her bra) and pulled out a black card: one that was given to her by her mother's new husband. she tapped the card against his knee for a moment but then quickly groaned, "i just can't keep raising 'em in the school; if one of 'em gets knocked up there'd just be more puppies! i'll get kicked out and i'm not gonna just go and knock on mama's door, yanno?"wrinkling her nose in dismay, she tossed the card to the side carelessly and bounced up on her feet. sitting for too long just wasn't really her thing at all. rather than simply standing there or sitting down next to adam, however, the blonde decided to climb over him just because... well, because she could and knew that it would likely make him uncomfortable. she grinned down at him wryly, practically straddling him and daring him to make another escape, "annnd that's that! we'll just have t'raise them together, since yar like, half of their parental squad now. it's okay though, we can bond once we go on that date! november 2nd, don't forget!"still grinning, she lowered herself slightly. leaning her forehead against his, brooke suddenly stuck out her tongue, flapping it around as though threatening to lick him on the lips. and, well, she did as she pushed herself down even further, "see? now ya gotta go on that date with me." snickering, the freshman proceeded to sit on the blacknette, putting in a little too much force than what was really needed. not that any of it was actually 'needed,' but that's beside the point. "do y'not like me or somethin'? or are ya more of a dick guy than a tit guy? is it yar first time? i mean, ya get kinda shaken up, huh?" she blinked a few times, "i won't do anything now if y'wanna wait till we've had a few dates. you'll come to like me though probly. a lot of people do!" she added reassuringly. 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Post by ADAM DEVLIN on Jun 24, 2016 1:44:17 GMT -5
Those Secrets hidden in our childish lips but yar the one that called me a li'l shit, wife! don't back down now, what the fuck! huh, doesn't look like yar whackin' off.
"Yeah well, sue me, Brooke." He responded, releasing a small sigh. It seems like his threat to strangle her didn't work and she continued to call him 'wife' rather carelessly. How many times did she break through his warnings today? He wasn't actually sure, he was actually used to people following his words rather quickly because he was a student council member and they wanted to appear as the good ol' boys running around the school with innocent smiles and bright face, so it was new for him to see such a rebel like Brooke. He pressed his lips together, edges just pulling down lightly to form a light frown on his lips. Her observation brought him back to the current time and he arched an eyebrow confusedly, he made a low grumble in his throat. Even though she pretty comfortable around him, he can't be like that around her, simply because boys getting comfortable around girls would mean a lot of things and he preferred to keep his mouth shut than say a bunch of blunt things in just one sentence.
are ya hurt? yo, i wanna see it. did adam junior bite you or something?
Adam stared at the ceiling for a moment until her voice caught his attention, his dark eyes lowered themselves from the white ceiling to settle on the blonde. He sat when she crouched down so that he'd be able to see her clearly. When her hand squeezed his knee, he felt a rush of discomfort coursing through his body and just like that, his mouth betrayed him by letting out the pained wince. He groaned when her fingers continued to pull at the pant leg trying to roll it up to reveal his leg up to his kneecap. "No, I'm not hurt, mom. Hey, there's not much to see, lay it off. Plus, you're giving the impression that you care." Adam attempted to tease to ease off the subject.
and i can't just send them to the shelter! they kill the ones that're sick or don't get adopted! i can't let 'em do that to adam junior and brooke junior,
Maybe he didn't know that because he never actually visited a shelter before but he agreed easily on that one from what he read about the shelters and how poor some of the owners were and thus the animals died one after another for lack of care. "Maybe you're right." It would be a shame to see the dog named after him get killed for not getting adopted or catching a cold, it would be such a bad luck. "Wait, why are you naming the dog after me? It feels like I'm the dog's father or something." Adam wrinkled his nose before he rolled his shoulders back to ease the forming tension.
and i totally do have the money, i just can't keep raising 'em in the school; if one of 'em gets knocked up there'd just be more puppies! i'll get kicked out and i'm not gonna just go and knock on mama's door, yanno?
His eyes curiously followed her hand movement before they widened and he flushed yet again for the umpteenth time, he turned his head away and waited for her to fish out whatever the hell she wanted to pull out of there. Adam's attention snapped back to her when he felt the taps of the card against his knee, he looked down at the black card, he hummed in approval, actually amused that she had a card at all. So she is rich, after all? "Mhm, well, you're in that shit alone, I didn't tell you to adopt them or name them. You want animals? Sure, take responsibility for them, though. They need love, money, attention, and probably when its time, they'll get.. knocked up and have a lot of puppies. It's a great burden, Brooke, it's not supposed to be fun or thrilling because if they die, it's on you." Adam spoke seriously and boy, he really needs to know how to loosen up from time to another because that was too serious for such a light mood, but maybe, after all, he was passionate about animals.
annnd that's that! we'll just have t'raise them together, since yar like, half of their parental squad now. it's okay though, we can bond once we go on that date! november 2nd, don't forget!
Adam wasn't sure how to feel about her getting up. It felt more calm with her sitting somewhere and away from him, even though she was literally right next to his knee, but still, it's far away from his face and that was good. Apparently, Luck had an enemy and it looked exactly like Adam because suddenly the blonde was straddling his lap, blocking away any chance of slipping free from her clutches. He tried his best to not break into a coughing fit, his fingers clutched tightly around the mattress before clearing his throat. She carried the conversation so normally that it pissed him off. She was straddling a guy she met just an hour ago, what the hell? Adam tried his best to act normal, god he did everything, but he still felt a lump rise in his throat and that made him clear his throat sharply, his eyes not looking straight into her eyes but somewhere over her shoulder. "Good god, no dates, Brooke. None."
see? now ya gotta go on that date with me.
Adam's eyes went back to meet Brooke's and he thought for a second that this view was better than the one before because he could see her clearly without his visions going blurry for a moment. When her tongue first made contact with Adam's lips, it felt like a brief shock of electricity, one that shook the boy to his core. He didn't know how to react or what to do other than staying still as if that could make him go invincible for a while, but no, he was still there and her next words came in and that made him shoot glares at her. "Uh, fine, fucking hell." He agreed way too easily, goddamnit. "I mean, um, I'll think about it. I have a busy schedule."
do y'not like me or somethin'? or are ya more of a dick guy than a tit guy? is it yar first time? i mean, ya get kinda shaken up, huh?
When she sat down on him even more, his hand instinctively came to rest on her hip while his other hand continued to clutch the mattress tightly. "It's not that, you're just attacking way too strong right now.." He admitted quickly before gulping nervously. "Um what? I--I don't know? I don't think about my sexuality that much, I think it doesn't matter if it's.. y'know, girl or guy. I just care about who they are and all that crap." He said rather truthfully before locking his bottom lip between his teeth to bite on it. "I do not get shaken up, shut up. Of course it's not my first time. I have done .. things and stuff before.." Sure, you sound so experienced, you damn idiot.
i won't do anything now if y'wanna wait till we've had a few dates. you'll come to like me though probly. a lot of people do!
"Well aren't you confident." He sighed deeply, his hand leaving her hip to let his fingers pinch the bridge of his nose. "Well, um, do you want a date? I really don't know how half of that crap works, Brooke." His shoulders slumped down in visible defeat, craning his neck to look at the ceiling instead. "Can you please get off my lap, Brooke? I'll do anything but not anything kinky, don't get carried away now. I just need to kindly fuck off from my lap."
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BROOKE CERABINO
FRESHMAN
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Player Name: tuna
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Club: technology club
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Post by BROOKE CERABINO on Jun 25, 2016 1:21:23 GMT -5
[attr="class","bonesbg"] [attr="class","bonestopb"] [attr="class","soul"] [attr="class","boneslyricone"]rule number one [attr="class","hole"] [attr="class","boneslyrictwo"]is that you gotta have fun [attr="class","bonesbody"]he gave in, and the blonde instantly beamed at the agreement, "awesome! i'll look forward to it then!" snickering, she was about to lean down again when she felt his hand on her hip. eyebrows lifted slightly, a wry smile appearing around one corner of her lips, "ah? so yar a guy after all." said brooke, though she wasn't exactly talking to the senior. maybe she wasn't expecting it. or, maybe she was? but the fact that his actions were starting to betray his words was enough to make her excited. "that's hot, adam," she announced with a grin, one hand tracing to his that was laying against her skin, moving it and practically guiding it elsewhere. well, until he continued to speak, anyway, "am i? but i quite like ya! mama always says that if i like someone that i gotta come right out and admit it. and then i gotta go after 'em and make 'em mine! because life is too short t'wait around for better opportunities and whatever, yanno?"there was a moment's silence as blue eyes stared blinkingly at adam, "did i totally just say something super inspiring?" almost contemplatively (not that she was the type to think or even just use her brain), her other hand reached for and gently tugged at adam's hair, "and it's okay either way. first times mean nothing anyway. it's like one minute they were there and then 'poof!' they're gone! ya just get better and better as ya go! but i bet it'll be great once we do do stuff. 'cause it's with you, adam!"at this, she finally leaned down once more, but this time only to nuzzle against his shoulder, "ahh, hold on! i'm embarrassed now, too." laughing, the fourteen-year-old pulled herself back up, her face slightly red, "i do! i wanna go on a date, so let's do that! i'll get off your lap but ya can't go back on yar promise, 'kay? it won't be anything kinky and-" a palm came to press against the left side of her chest and, she suddenly stopped the usual rambling. with another blink, she licked her bottom lip. "it's definitely not somethin' kinky. adam junior and brooke junior are still watching, so," the hand against her chest lifted to tuck strands of blonde hair behind her ear then, swiftly, she leaned downward and pushed her lips against the senior's. hand traced his jawline as she nibbled slightly, her tongue slipping through her own teeth to push against his; as though asking for some sort of permission to explore further. but then again, brooke wasn't the type to 'ask for permission.' still it was hard not to when adam was the type to always work in steps and play by the rules. she could play by his rules then, if it got her what she wanted. "ya want me to move still?" the freshman asked once she had pulled away. not exactly out of breath, but there was definitely a glint of oddity in her eyes, "see? not at all gettin' carried away." a breezy laugh, just like how it always sounded. ADAM DEVLIN ● r u ded yet pal ur making out w a 14 yr old i'm crying omg[attr="class","bonesbottomb"] [attr="class","cred"]MADE BY VEL OF WW + GS[newclass=.bonesbg]width:350px;background-color:#fcfcfc;[/newclass] [newclass=.bonestopb]width:0;height:0;border-style:solid;border-width:130px 350px 0 0;border-color:#ffdd33 transparent transparent transparent;[/newclass][newclass=.soul]-webkit-transform: rotate(-20.5deg);-moz-transform: rotate(-20.5deg);-ms-transform: rotate(-20.5deg);-o-transform: rotate(-20.5deg);[/newclass][newclass=.boneslyricone]margin-top:-85px;margin-left:10px;margin-bottom:13px;color:#fcfcfc;font-size:18px;text-transform:uppercase;font-family:verdana;text-align:left;[/newclass][newclass=.hole]-webkit-transform: rotate(-20.5deg);-moz-transform: rotate(-20.5deg);-ms-transform: rotate(-20.5deg);-o-transform: rotate(-20.5deg);[/newclass][newclass=.boneslyrictwo]margin-top:-16px;margin-left:50px;color:#ffdd33;font-size:18px;text-transform:uppercase;font-family:verdana;text-align:left;[/newclass][newclass=.bonesbody]color:#999;padding:40px;font-size:10px;font-family:verdana;text-align:justify;line-height:15px;[/newclass][newclass=.bonesbody span]color:#999;opacity:0.8;font-size:9px;font-family:verdana;text-align:justify;line-height:15px;[/newclass][newclass=.bonesbody b]color: #999; transition: 0.9s ease; -moz-transition: 0.9s ease; -webkit-transition: 0.9s ease;[/newclass][newclass=.bonesbody:hover b]color: #ffdd33;[/newclass][newclass=.bonesbottomb]width:0;height:0;border-style:solid;border-width:0 0 150px 350px;border-color:transparent transparent #ffdd33 transparent;margin-top:-30px;[/newclass][newclass=.cred]text-align:center;font-size:6pt;color:rgb(132, 132, 132);letter-spacing:1px;font-family:verdana;[/newclass][newclass=.cred a]color:rgb(132, 132, 132);font-size:6pt;letter-spacing:1px;font-family:verdana;[/newclass]
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ADAM DEVLIN
SENIOR
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Club: student council
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Post by ADAM DEVLIN on Jul 1, 2016 23:39:49 GMT -5
Those Secrets hidden in our childish lips that's hot, adam,
a look of wonder washed over the male's face, almost questioning what she meant. a clear message appeared before his eyes saying that she was not talking about the heat in his room or the fact that their bodies were absorbing heat from one another. (that was the reason behind his heated cheeks, he was NOT blushing) a perfect quirk of an eyebrow and a gentle part of his lips, he then felt his hand move up elsewhere, guided by brooke's small one. he choked on nothing and quickly turned his head away. “shut the hell up, I'm just making sure you don't fall like an idiot.” surely if he had a pinocchio syndrome he'd be hiccuping like an idiot by now. he didn't yank his hand away or anything, he just kept it still on her flesh, letting his fingers slowly accept the softness of her skin, it almost tempted him to tap on it, following the beat of a nonexistent song.
am i? but i quite like ya! mama always says that if i like someone that i gotta come right out and admit it. and then i gotta go after 'em and make 'em mine! because life is too short t'wait around for better opportunities and whatever, yanno? did i totally just say something super inspiring?
her words were inspiring. what the hell happened to the old brooke who looked like a devil's daughter? not that he didn't like this version, she was right about that, though. he found himself nodding after she was done with her words. he wanted to praise her or give her some sort of automatic pat on her head but he decided against it. “hah. that you did, brooke. quite inspiring.” he commented dryly. brooke was someone he'd never understand. her words, actions and behavior, it all sent different signals. her body language was a mess, no matter how hard he'd try to study the human body and behavior to know the reason behind brooke's wicked personality, he'd never be able to tell unless she breaks the ice first.
her hand was in his hair and the noise that almost slipped from his lips was humiliating. he glared at her for pulling off that stunt. who the hell tugs at people's hair so randomly like that? he was through with her shit, honestly.
and it's okay either way. first times mean nothing anyway. it's like one minute they were there and then 'poof!' they're gone! ya just get better and better as ya go! but i bet it'll be great once we do do stuff. 'cause it's with you, adam!
adam looked like a wrecked ship. his eyes staring deeply into hers, his lips parted just slightly, most out of surprise as he heard her drag on and on, he almost wanted to reach over and slam his hand on her mouth to mute her words, but he allowed her to keep going. when she hid her face away, he pressed his forehead against her shoulder to hide his face as well. “makes two of us.” he listened to her ramble and he almost chuckled. “okay fine. I promise.”
it's definitely not somethin' kinky. adam junior and brooke junior are still watching, so,
at the mention of the two, he darted his eyes to the two of them and glared. his attention moved back to the younger student, his eyes following the movement of her fingers as she tucked away a few strands behind her ear before moving his gaze to look at brooke's eyes. a few moments after, he felt a pair of lips press against his own. instinctively, he opened his mouth to accept the prodding tongue that wanted to explore his mouth. his other hand settled on her back to hold the warm body close to his own. he didn't know what sensation was, but he fucking liked it.
adam opened his eyes, he could barely remember closing them, to let them meet brooke's. his hand moved away from her back to let his fingers slowly trace over his bottom lip. for the first time, adam had no words to support him. he could only remember the taste of her lips against his own and how swiftly their lips danced before the sensation ended abruptly. adam also remembers that he chased after her soft lips before gaining back his rational thoughts to gather back what was left of his posture. he allowed himself to lose control and he ended up making out with a freshman. peachy. fucking grand. “I have a fucked up knee, brooke, get off.” a dirty way to make her get off of him, but, he assumed they stopped playing things in a 'clean' way once their lips met.
his eyes were half-lidded, vision a little clouded, hand squeezing her thigh occasionally whenever he got too lost in his thoughts. “kisses aren't supposed to happen until the date is over, dumbass.” he flicked her forehead before lowering his hands to press them down on the mattress. “and for that stunt you pulled, you won't be getting any once our date ends.” he pointed his finger at her in accusation. “you can't kiss people like that. what if they don't share the same feeling? you would end up hurting them AND yourself.” he sounded like a scolding parent, but hey, who cares? tags BROOKE CERABINO words ### notes he liked that kiss a lot, but he must conceal & be a man.
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BROOKE CERABINO
FRESHMAN
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Club: technology club
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Post by BROOKE CERABINO on Jul 2, 2016 16:47:56 GMT -5
[attr="class","bonesbg"] [attr="class","bonestopb"] [attr="class","soul"] [attr="class","boneslyricone"]rule number one [attr="class","hole"] [attr="class","boneslyrictwo"]is that you gotta have fun [attr="class","bonesbody"]there was a mild sense of satisfaction as she stared at the senior, as if she'd just accomplished something she should very well be proud of. nevermind that that 'something' was no more than her forcing a kiss on an almost-stranger. well, they were 'acquaintances' now at the very least, right? at the request, once again, to get off of his lap, the freshman blinked a few times, mostly due to the reasoning behind said request. was that why he was rubbing at his knee? he really was hurt? so it wasn't a joke after all. "yeah? and the fact that you're 'sick?'" she asked, one eyebrow arched along with a rather cheeky grin on her face, "now i'm gonna be sick too and then we can skip the mornin' together, huh?"nevertheless, the blonde rather obediently (for once) rolled off of adam. she sat next to him on the bed, then, and casually leaned the side of her head against his shoulder, rather pleased with the fact that he had such a glazed expression on his face, "yeah, yeah, like that actually matters," she laughed, her hand over his as he absent-mindedly touched her bare thigh. it was some sort of affection whether he admitted it or not and, well, she didn't mind the contact at all to say the least. not when she herself was such a handsy person to begin with. her hands were still tracing over the lengths of his fingers when his next words caught her attention. his other hand flicked her forehead, and she flinched briefly from the sudden contact and brief pain. blinking dumbfoundedly for a moment, brooke proceeded to rest her chin on his shoulder, "i won't? are ya sure? she questioned as though posing a challenge, "y'wanna bet? 'cause i'm pree damn sure that i'll win." at this, she puckered up her lips and gently blew at adam's ear. her previous grin returned, and she gave a bounce in her seat; now on her own knees, she threw her hands around his shoulders and kissed him on the cheek, "see?" hands moved to his cheeks so as to turn his face to hers. forehead against his once more, the fourteen-year-old stared blinkingly into his eyes: his eyes that were a much darker colour than her own, she noticed, "y'sure didn't seem so 'hurt' just now. did you?"mouth fell downward again and her lips caught his once more, her hands still cupping his face. pulling away moments later, brooke snickered, "not painful at all!" she announced, releasing her hold on him completely. jumping off of the bed, she crouched down towards one of the strays. hands clapped together a few times, she whistled at the puppy, "c'mere adam! c'mon!" she urged. her attention, however, went back to the 'actual' adam; it was kind of hard to ignore him now that they've known each other on a slightly more 'personal' level, "ya want me to make you some breakfast now? or we could go to the food court! what d'ya have first period, anyway? i'll walk you there!" there was a small pause before she then added, "better yet, i'll stay in that class with ya!" because when has she ever cared about her own classes? yeah, exactly.ADAM DEVLIN ● weeps adam is just the actual cutest wtf why can't brooke be like that covers face[attr="class","bonesbottomb"] [attr="class","cred"]MADE BY VEL OF WW + GS[newclass=.bonesbg]width:350px;background-color:#fcfcfc;[/newclass] [newclass=.bonestopb]width:0;height:0;border-style:solid;border-width:130px 350px 0 0;border-color:#ffdd33 transparent transparent transparent;[/newclass][newclass=.soul]-webkit-transform: rotate(-20.5deg);-moz-transform: rotate(-20.5deg);-ms-transform: rotate(-20.5deg);-o-transform: rotate(-20.5deg);[/newclass][newclass=.boneslyricone]margin-top:-85px;margin-left:10px;margin-bottom:13px;color:#fcfcfc;font-size:18px;text-transform:uppercase;font-family:verdana;text-align:left;[/newclass][newclass=.hole]-webkit-transform: rotate(-20.5deg);-moz-transform: rotate(-20.5deg);-ms-transform: rotate(-20.5deg);-o-transform: rotate(-20.5deg);[/newclass][newclass=.boneslyrictwo]margin-top:-16px;margin-left:50px;color:#ffdd33;font-size:18px;text-transform:uppercase;font-family:verdana;text-align:left;[/newclass][newclass=.bonesbody]color:#999;padding:40px;font-size:10px;font-family:verdana;text-align:justify;line-height:15px;[/newclass][newclass=.bonesbody span]color:#999;opacity:0.8;font-size:9px;font-family:verdana;text-align:justify;line-height:15px;[/newclass][newclass=.bonesbody b]color: #999; transition: 0.9s ease; -moz-transition: 0.9s ease; -webkit-transition: 0.9s ease;[/newclass][newclass=.bonesbody:hover b]color: #ffdd33;[/newclass][newclass=.bonesbottomb]width:0;height:0;border-style:solid;border-width:0 0 150px 350px;border-color:transparent transparent #ffdd33 transparent;margin-top:-30px;[/newclass][newclass=.cred]text-align:center;font-size:6pt;color:rgb(132, 132, 132);letter-spacing:1px;font-family:verdana;[/newclass][newclass=.cred a]color:rgb(132, 132, 132);font-size:6pt;letter-spacing:1px;font-family:verdana;[/newclass]
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