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Post by Indiana August Rush on Jan 3, 2010 23:21:23 GMT -5
 *you are frantic, don't you panic,will you end the pain? when I'm by your side- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -Indiana just couldn't believe he'd let it happen again! Peering into the mirror, he miserably pushed his hair behind his ear and looked at the round bruise that fouled up his cheek. He sniffed and tried to smooth down his hair, he'd not even been able to get dressed up like he normally did. So instead he was dressed in tights and a huge baggy Mickey Mouse sweat shirt. He was practically naked!
Taking a step back, Indie slowly crept the hem up his thighs to peer at his red and blue superman underwear underneath. He turned and peered over his shoulder to make sure they were showing. No, it seemed like the sweat shirt was more than big enough to hide his underwear. But he still felt naked. He posed playfully, curling his small fingers into his long white-blond hair, pouting at the mirror before he fluttered his eye lashes.
"Even with your bruised face, you're still got it." He told himself with a worried look, big green eyes pooling up a little. He wouldn't cry, no fucking way.
*STATUS, FINISHED
*TAG, THOMAS/OPEN
*OUTFIT, THIS!
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Post by Thomas Trumper on Jan 3, 2010 23:54:47 GMT -5
It was the middle of gym class for Tom and he was rushing through the hall toward the closest bathroom. He had to pee SO bad! He'd known it was a stupid idea to drink during class, but he didn't have to drive anywhere before the end of the day and it sounded like fun. He'd only had three beers, but he had a feeling that the drinks been spiked with something stronger even though it hadn't tasted like it. With his group of friends, you never could tell.
Seeing the bathrooms ahead, he sped up and practically shoved the door open, not even noticing the other person in the room with him as he went over to the urinals and relieved himself. After pulling his jeans up and fastening them, he turned, stopping in his tracks when he saw the blonde standing in the middle of a bathroom, a bruise on their cheek. Seeing the girly outfit and the long blonde hair, he was about to inform the person that this was the men's bathroom when he realized who it was. Jones or something was his last name. He didn't remember, but he knew that he was no girl.
Neither of them spoke as he went over to the sink to wash his hands, Tom glancing up at the boy through the mirror every so often. Unable to take the silence anymore, he finally spoke. "You know, you should really put some ice on that before it swells."
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Post by Indiana August Rush on Jan 4, 2010 0:05:44 GMT -5
*you are frantic, don't you panic,will you end the pain? when I'm by your side- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - At first, Indiana was tempted to just ignore the guy. He'd been doing it so far pretty well. From the moment he'd stepped through the door, Indie had been ignoring him but it was a bit hard to with him standing right there. Slowly he lifted his gaze from the counter in front of him to meet the others in the mirror, his eyebrow arched up toward his blond hair.
"You know, you should learn to mind your own business." He muttered, dropping his eyes and sulking a little. He was right though, everyone was going to notice but hell this was school and where was he even going to get fucking ice from?! Trembling slightly, he grabbed a handful of paper towels and shoved them under the cold tap before squeezing them a little, dabbing them against his swollen cheek.
Miserably, Indie threw the wet towels down into the sink with a soft, mournful sound. "Oh for fucks sake, this is not fair!" He grabbed his bag at his feet and yanked out the small make-up bag, shoving it down onto the counter before pulling out a bottle of foundation. he was going to have to get it covered up before someone else saw it. Before he even realized that his was crying he frowned as his vision was blurred. He swiped at his eyes and sniffed a little, glancing over at the staring teen.
"What are you still here for?!"
*STATUS, FINISHED
*TAG, THOMAS/OPEN
*OUTFIT, THIS!
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Post by Thomas Trumper on Jan 4, 2010 0:20:40 GMT -5
Really, Tom should have left when he had finished washing his hands, but something was making him stay. Despite the boy basically telling him to fuck off, it seemed he needed a little help, even if he wouldn't admit it. And Tom was a sucker for helping people. His bad boy image was simply that--an image.
"I just wanted to help," he said, shrugging his shoulder. "You know, they have to give you ice in the lunchroom if you ask. I can get it for you if you're worried about someone seeing," he offered. Sure, he was tipsy and just teetering on being drunk, but he could get out of trouble easily so he would risk being caught if that was what it took.
He was trying to think of where he knew this boy from. He'd seen him a couple times, but he'd never really taken notice. He wished he had because if he looked this cute in a baggy Mickey Mouse sweatshirt with tears running down his cheeks, Tom could only imagine how good he looked at his best. He couldn't remember where he'd seen him though. Lunch probably, and maybe a couple classes, but where else?
"We must not have a class together, I think I would remember someone as gorgeous as you. I'm Tom."
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Post by Indiana August Rush on Jan 4, 2010 0:38:02 GMT -5
*you are frantic, don't you panic,will you end the pain? when I'm by your side- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Rolling his eyes a little, Indiana glanced to the side again, this time keeping his eyes on the other teen for a moment longer. "No it's fine, I'll just cover it up with make-up like usual." He said finally as he started to use a sponge to cover up the bruise and his tears, smearing them over his cheeks as they slowly stopped leaking from his eyes. He wasn't sure if he should tell this Tom guy his name, because he could of been one of those guys who had a big mouth and told the whole school about what he'd seen.
Slowly he worked the sponge over his face until the bruise was pretty much gone. You could only see it if you were looking for it. He closed the bottle and put the sponge away into the little make-up bag before he looked down into it and pulled out his eye make up deciding that looking good would probably make him feel good too. He leaned towards the mirror and smooth eyeliner swiftly around his eyes, making the green orbs brighten even more. He quickly followed it with some eyelash lengthening mascara before fluffing up his hair a little more, wishing he had some hair spray to fix it properly.
Finally pleased with how he looked, the blond turned his eyes back to the dread head boy, eying him up and down slowly. "You're not so bad yourself... though you totally need someone to buy your clothes for you... they're so..." He dramatically opened his fists and made circling motion with it. "...BIG." He stopped and hid a blush behind his hair before starting to put everything away.
"It's Indiana, if you must know."
*STATUS, FINISHED
*TAG, THOMAS/OPEN
*OUTFIT, THIS!
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Post by Thomas Trumper on Jan 4, 2010 0:54:48 GMT -5
"Indiana," Tom repeated, smiling and nodding. He would have to remember that.
Looking down at himself, he tugged at his way-too-big jeans before smirking up at the boy. He rather liked his clothes. They were comfortable and made it much easier to hide erections, which he seemed to be getting more and more as he grew older. Then again, it didn't help that his friend Chris found it fun to tease him when no one was looking and then sit back and watch him squirm.
"They're nothing special," he admitted. "Nothing I do could make me look as beautiful as you, though.
It wasn't the alcohol making him flirt; Tom was a natural flirt. All the alcohol doing was blurring the line between what was sexy and what was corny, though for Tom it was often blurred anyway.
"And uh... by the way, my clothes aren't the only big thing, in case you were wondering."
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Post by Indiana August Rush on Jan 4, 2010 1:05:39 GMT -5
*you are frantic, don't you panic,will you end the pain? when I'm by your side- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - What.The.
Heck... Fuck... Whatever.
Indiana's eyes widened considerably at the last comment, as if the last ones before that hadn't been bad enough. He cocked an eyebrow and smirked a little, licking the corner of his mouth as he turned to face him. "You don't say... I wouldn't be surprised that your ego matches the size of your pants." He snorted under his breath and put his make-up bag into his school bag, zipping it up and putting the straps over his shoulder.
"But I guess with pants that big, it's easy to pretend." He winked at him in the mirror and pulled the other strap over his shoulder as he pulled the packet of cigarettes out of the front pocket, putting one between his lips and opening a stall door. He closed the toilet seat lid and stepped up onto it, his shirt slipping up a little to show the soft round curve of his ass cheeks before it slipped right back down in a teasing manner. Though the position still gave Tom a rather nice view of his slender tight covered thighs.
Pushing open the window above the toilet, Indie leaned against the wall and dug around for his lighter a soft frown on his face as he turned to eye him up a little.
"You wouldn't happen to have a spare light on you? Or maybe a match?" He asked pushing some of his blond hair away from his pretty face.
*STATUS, FINISHED
*TAG, THOMAS/OPEN
*OUTFIT, THIS!
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Post by Thomas Trumper on Jan 4, 2010 1:20:49 GMT -5
"You mean you can't light it? I thought for sure you'd be hot enough," Tom said lamely, digging a lighter out of his pocket and lighting it, reaching out and lighting the cigarette before the flame was gone again. He put the lighter in Indiana's hand and closed his fingers around it. The blonde needed it more than he did; he didn't even smoke. Even though he figured it was more polite to just leave him to his cigarette since he wasn't invited into the stall, Tom leaned against the wall and looked up at the boy. He was only an inch or two taller than him when standing on the toilet which Tom found highly amusing.
"So that bruise... Someone beating you or are you going to tell me you just ran into their fist a few times?" Tom asked, remembering how he'd said he would cover it with makeup like he did every other time. He seemed to be quite good at concealing it, better at makeup than his own brother was.
He'd seen it before. When he was younger, a girl in his class had come to school with new bruises nearly every day. One day, the teacher told the whole class that she'd died in a car accident, but Tom's parents read in the newspaper that it had been a case of child abuse. Not only had Tom felt bad for not being able to help, but he hadn't trusted a teacher for five years after that. He didn't want it to happen again and if there was something he could do to help, he would.
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Post by Indiana August Rush on Jan 4, 2010 1:44:35 GMT -5
*you are frantic, don't you panic,will you end the pain? when I'm by your side- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Why did it always have to come down to this? Why couldn't the guy offer him the lighter and leave it at that? Why did he have to ask questions he had no right asking?!
"I ran into their fist a few times." He muttered turning his eyes to look out the window as he sucked on the cigarette, inhaling deeply. Why did people have to care so much? It wasn't like he, himself cared that his own father hit him. He wasn't even his father anymore really. They hardly ever talked, they hardly even saw each other. And Collin hardly even acted like his father anymore, it was like he was a completely different person now.
Tapping his cigarette, he ashed out the window and took another drag, turning to look over his shoulder as he fingered a strand of his hair nervously. "What does it matter anyway, doesn't bother me, more of a pain in the ass than anything. Wastes my make-up and all that." He said suddenly, eying Tom up with interest.
He was rather handsome, he had to admit and he wondered where he'd seen him before. Then he realized why he seemed so familiar. "Ohmygod, I know why I recognize you. You're Bill's brother right, his twin?! I was wondering why you looked so familair. Bill tutored me in English a few times, I think I saw you at your place once. You had the real nice house, and your mom makes the most awesome cupcakes."
He didn't care that he was changing the subject because he felt more relieved that he was talking to Bill's brother because he knew if Tom spilled any of this Bill would surely thump him for it. Bill was the only other person who knew.
*STATUS, FINISHED
*TAG, THOMAS/OPEN
*OUTFIT, THIS!
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Post by Thomas Trumper on Jan 4, 2010 2:08:19 GMT -5
"Yeaaah," Tom said slowly, partially because he was a little thrown off by the change of subject and partially because he was starting to remember that time. Of course! He was pretty sure he'd been avoiding the living room then because he didn't want Bill to drag him into helping tutor. He'd only come out of hiding when he'd picked up the scent of the cupcakes their mom had made.
"I remember that," he said nodding. "Those weren't her best cupcakes, by the way. Those were the quick ones she makes when she forgets about something and has to make something in a certain amount of times. Come over sometime and I'll get her to make the real ones."
Normally, he would have made some crude comment about sex, or at least making out, while he was there anyway, but he really wanted him to come over. The longer he was at their house, the less time he was at home which meant he would have a lesser chance of coming to school with another bruise. It wasn't that he doubted Indiana could handle it on his own, but he shouldn't have to. Even being able to handle it, being hit every day couldn't be FUN.
"Maybe tomorrow?" He looked up at the boy from under his lashes, his eyes glazing over a little in his infamous puppy dog look and his lip turned up a little in a smirk. Surely he couldn't resist the offer or cupcakes.
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