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audio bronx alvarez	Posted on Jan 25 2009, 11:56 PM
	LOVE LIKE WINTER. here it's december everyday - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - the bitter wind was nothing new to audio. when your born and raised in a cold town like this, you learn to adapt to the cold when your little. although, it still was cold, no matter how much you adapted to the cold. he had his hoodie up, coverign his neck and face, so he wouldn't get by the wind. he tried covering as much skin as he possibly could. he had a moment of dought, it's stupid. why would elliot come out in the cold, just because he wanted to 'hang out'? he figured it was a pointless cause. then, his phone vibrated in his warm legs and he pulled it out and read his text. from elliot, yo, where are you? i just got here. and his fingers shook as he texted back, hey. umm. i think i see you. i'm coming down. and sent it. he squinted his eyes as looked, a figure stood by the trees, and he was sure it was elliot. who else would be out in the cold at this time? he decided to go down, as he figured and started walking. pushing through the snow again. it was much easier to get down the clift than it was to get up. he had used less strength and force to get down, but the snow was pretty deep and it would take quiet a few minutes before he reached elliot. he stopped for a second. to take a breathe. why couldn't he just ask elliot to come over to his place or to meet him at starbucks? he didn't think, again. his rash mind did seem to get him in a few crappy situations, such as this one, walking down a deeply snow covered clift to figure out if his friend was gay or not. he felt like a retard. he still had his music playing, he had switched it to my darkest hour by scary kids scaring kids. he pulled his phone out again and texted, hey, sorry im a slow ass. fuckin snow is slowing me down and sent it again to elliot. he started walking again. it was quiet awhile before he would get down but he was sure to get down there. he was too stubbornt o quit and he wanted to see elliot's face and hear his wonderful, soft voice. he imagined elliot's face in his mind; thats what kept him going down. his wonderful facial features, his soft smile he gave. the beautiful brown eyes that he had. his body, well, it wasn't masculanite and muscular, but scrawny. and he found that adorable and hot at the same time. as he had never been one for muscular men. the boy was very femenite and quiet. he seemed to be his polar opposite. audio was sure of himself, a little too sure of himself sometimes, stubborn, and loud. while little elliot was quiet, shy, and seemed to not have allot of self confidence. he had tried to get in the boy's heart and know more about him but the boy seemed, well, as if he had trust issues and didn't want anyone in his heart. he must have had a bad pasrt or something. but audio's stubborn gene kept him from giving up on this boy. he would get in his heart and make a spot, and stay in there. he continued walking, with elliot's voice in his head, like a record, playing. it was relaxing and blocked out the wind, which had gotten codler, "FUCK!" he screamed as his hood was pushed off his head. he threw it back on and rushed quicker down the clift, to get to elliot. he got down to the bottom of the hill and saw elliot, waiting, and he seemed to be waiting for him, quietly. he ran to him and gave him a big hug, the boy seemed so warm, compared to his body. he didn't want to let go, and not so he could warm up. but he liked being close to elliot like this. and it was obvious he liked this boy, and mor ethan just friendly. he wanted to be more than friends with elliot. but he let go of the boy from his embracign hug, when he starte dto get a boner, and its rather obvious to see when you wear skinny jeans. he let go and smilled and said, "hey." and looked down. this was going to be awkward to tell him, it wasn't something you bring up randomly in a conversation. 'oh yeah. i'm gay, and i like you. wanna hook up?' that would be awakrd bewteen them, espically if elliot was straight or not into him in that way. he looked back at him. "umm. whats up?" he asked, looking rather stupid. he didn't know how to make it come out of his mouth. he looked at elliot's lips. they seemed soft and lushious. his own lips grew greedy to lick them and taste them. he gulped."i dont...how to say tell you this..." he said. he looked up at his eyes, which were very innocent. he felt weak and as if he could be blown down by one strick. elliot unintenionally, tore his defense wall down. he grabbed the boy and oulled him forcefully to him, so that they were almost in ahug and kissed him. the boys lips were as he imaginied, in fact. the boys lips tasted like strawberries, which he now had an odd liking to. he bit the lip softly and then let go and looked down. "well, the thing is.. i'm flamming gay. and your fuckin hot. and i was wodnering if you were too...". then looked at the boys feet and looked back up, "im sorry. i didnt mean to freak you out. i'm so stupid and rash." and looked down, with his cheeks crimson red.. TEMPLATE MADE BY HELL YEAH APPLE ! OF THE WONDERFUL CAUTION 2.0?!
elliot azure hilson	Posted on Jan 25 2009, 03:27 AM
	WHO KNOWS WHAT A LITTLE, A LITTLE LOVE CAN CHANGE? - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - I KNOW JUST A LITTLE, A LITTLE LOVE WILL CHANGE YOU the sun was shining, sending rays of warm, love-filled heat down to the inhabitants of the earth below. birds were twittering to each other petty love songs, perched precariously on thin branches not a foot from one another. the curtains were pulled back and tied off, letting the glorious glow of summer flood into the room - not. it was your average crappy winter day. elliot hilson sat at a desk, numbly tapping the keys of his MacBook and waited for most of his body to thaw, as he had been for the past hour, nearly. he was trying to write to his mom, to tell her anything interesting that�d been happeneing lately, but there were two problems. first, he couldn�t think of anything, and second, he was suffering terribly from brain freeze. something must have gone wrong in his usually quite rational mind the night before, because he�d woken up wearing next to nothing, shivering like a cell phone set to vibrate, and upon sitting up had been greeted by the sight of zachary o�dempsey snoring into the floor. he gave up writing a few minutes later. �hey mom. nothing much happened. arrived here in one piece, pretty cold, missing you and dad, eli xoxo� was the rather lame message lying on his screen, but he sent it anyway, pushing the laptop closed once it had sent and getting up to find some warmer clothes. well, that was the plan. the downside was there was an obstacle in between him, and the hallway where his bag lay, and that obstacle was one zack o�dempsey. he had almost figured out an escape plan when zack let out a stream of indecipherable mumblngs and rolled onto his other side, effectively screwing his exit strategy up. he briefly contemplated taking the old acoustic guitar lying on the desk and smashing it over the other�s head, but that�d just be a waste of a nice gutar. idiot�d probably sleep through it, anyway. �stuff this,� he muttered under his breath, scratching his neck a little before jumping over the prone figure. he landed face first on the bed, a little harder than he�d have liked, but still alive. there were six identical bags lined up in the hallway. elliot azure hilson was usually a pretty sensible type guy. he didn�t take too many risks, and tried to keep a relative order around the place. so what on earth had possessed him to allow zachary o�dempsey to pack his bag? the first one was his brother�s - he had employed sense and packed his own bag. the second was full of pancake mix, rubber ducks, jelly crystals, bad cds and toothbrushes. the third was zack�s brother�s, and the fourth was zack�s. the fifth was elliot�s - DIS IS ELI�S BAG, YO scrawled on the side in flourescent pink god only knows what, in case it got lost - and he opened it with a great deal of hesitance. actually, it wasn�t too bad. seemed he�d just chucked everything from elliot�s drawers into the bag. like, everything though. and a few unwanted extras. like six pairs of pink sparkly tights. just - why? after about ten minutes of moving anything pink, purple, flourescent, sparkly or female to zack�s bag, he pulled out a pair of black skinny jeans, a white t-shirt that he�d never seen before, a bron sweater and a black hoodie. the only towel he could find was a my little pony one, but it was big and kind of fluffy, so he picked it up with a roll of his eyes and set off for the shower. twenty minutes later he emerged from the bathroom, dressed and thankfully warmer. zack was still snoring, so elliot threw his blankets over him and shut the door, pulling his cell phone out of his pocket as he felt it vibrate. hey. wanna hang out? im bored out of my mind. meet me at the terrence clift. k? see you soon. bye. the message read, from audio. and that was? oh yeah! the guy with the...hair, and the...stuff, and...yeah. he knew who he meant. yeah sure be there in five. or ten. be there soon. he replied, fingers skilled on the keypad. well, he spent half his time telling zack to bugger off and stop threatening to rape him, so he would be. another ten minutes passed before he left the apartment, purposefully shutting the door as loudly as he could. it was really, almost unbearably cold outside and he pulled the hood up over his head, slipping out onto the street in the direction of the cliffs. he�d been there once, when zack got lost in the car and ended up almost killing them. it was pretty abandoned; he�d never seen anyone up there, except for himself. you could see the whole town from up there - a kingly view. he wondered why audio wanted to meet him up there. sure it was nice, if you were into...looking. which was alright. sometimes. but really. he�d met audio not long ago, not long enough to say he knew him well, but long enough to say he liked the guy. he was really, really nice. maybe even, i like you kinda nice. maybe. he wasn�t sure, sometimes he seemed a little too sure of himself? but there was seven years between them. seven that�s a lot of years. and while he was sure zack liked the guy as well, he might get all annoyingly big brother protective over him. since the time in high school when he�d been hospitalized, zack had kept a very close eye on elliot, as well as the people he hung around with. it took him ages to get up to the cliff, purely because of the fact he kept having to argue in his mind whether or not he should go back to the semi-warmth of the apartment and tell the other guy he�d broke his leg or something. but that wouldn�t be very nice, would it? so he slugged on, right up to the top. he wasn�t out of breath - physically, he was in alright shape - but he was a bit tired. that was just what the cold weather did to him. he couldn�t see audio, but then again he couldn�t see much. rubbing an eye with one hand - stupid snow in his eyelashes - he sent a quick message with the other. yo, where are you? i just got here. template from she's EARLY! at caution! word count: 1,078 status: complete tag: audioo
audio bronx alvarez	Posted on Jan 24 2009, 04:25 AM
	LOVE LIKE WINTER. here it's december everyday - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - in this town, you will get a reputation as you live here. even though, you may hate it, you will be labeled for your style, what you do, and who your friends with, for audio, he was the faggot emo kid. he didn't care. also, when you live in a small town, secrets do spread like wild fire. his secret of how he was abused and ran away was spread quickly and within four days, everyone knew that he was living on his own. he didn't care if people talked baout him behind his back or made fun of him. but that was nothing new, he never gave a shit of what people thought of him. recently, a new boy moved to the town, adn well, audio grew an intrest in him. and thought he was fuckin hot. and his best friend was as well. so he wanted to know these two boys, but prefarbly the more innocent looking one. he noticed his flirtign with the boy and seemed to notice he flirted back. the boy did not look straight. he looked homosexual. and if he was, then he would do whatever he could to get with this boy and fuck him in the ass. the two had become very good friends and hung out frequently. he figured it was his socale, loud personality that got him tot alk to the boy and befriend him. he sat on his bed, in his apartment, looking at the celling. it was around noon on a thursday. he grabbed his razor cell and opened to the text pad and sent his new friend a text, saying 'hey. wanna hang out? im bored out of my mind. meet me at the terrence clift. k? see you soon. bye' sent it and slipped himself off his bed. he was standing in the room, in his boxers. he slipped snug, blue skinny jeans on. with a old slip tee shirt and a hoodie and grabbed his iPod and headed out. terrence clifts was not that far away. it was close to his house, and the boy's own place wasn't far from his either. so he figrued he would just walk to it. he put on additional clothing, due to the weather. you couldn't keep warm with just skinny jeans and a hoodie. it was snowing and wasn't as cold as usual, but still had a cold wind. he squinted his eyes, and continued walkign with his iPod blasting to an amazing band, AFI. his favorite song by them, 'love like winter'. it wasn't a far walk, as he had already known. when he got to a spot, where he coudl eb spotted if you entered, he knew the boy was not here, because he lived closer to it, and figured his friend would take ages comign up with soemthign to wear, as any faggot would. he leaned atood there, waiting. he had a hope the boy would come. he knew what this clift was used for. it was sued for horny teenagers to make out and knew most adults didnt know about it. he wanted to tell the boy he was gay. which was no shock to most peoople, but he wanted to know, and needed to know if his friend was gay and had mutual feelings or not. he threw the hood of his jacket over his head, keeping his straightened hair from blowing and looking like shit. he then, saw a figure walking from the trees and a smile came across his face. SERIOUSLY! CRAP POST! I DIDNT FEEL LIKE USING A WORD COUNT AND I DO BETTER IWTH THAT. ICONS GO TO MEL. TEMPLATE MADE BY HELL YEAH APPLE ! OF THE WONDERFUL CAUTION 2.0?!

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