Post by nathan everly. on Jul 21, 2009 21:47:53 GMT -5
nathan terry everly
twenty one, citizen & asshole .
twenty one, citizen & asshole .
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YOUR NAME alexis[/i] - how else would he get his hair the way he wants it? though it is a little bitch to remove, he basically lives breathes and eats this stuff. well, scratch the last part, that would be kind of gross.
AGE fifteen.
GENDER vag
YEARS ROLEPLAYING fiveish
HOW YOU FOUND US i was looking up porns with your mom, vanessa, and anna all in it and this came up.
HOW TO CONTACT YOU pm / aim / msn.
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FULL NAME Nathan Terry Everly
NICKNAME Nate, Nateaille , Nathaniel , Napoleon.
BIRTH DATE March 14th, 1989
AGE Twenty - One
GENDER Male
GROUP Citizen
GRADE -------
OCCUPATION Attempting to play guitar / Looking for a job
HOMETOWN Levittown, NY
HERITAGE Irish, German, Polish, Canadian.
SEXUALITY Hetrosexual
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HAIR COLOR blonde
EYE COLOR blue
HEIGHT six foot flat
WEIGHT one hundred and fifty seven pounds
BUILD slim and slender
FASHION SENSElike his personality his fashion sense is very laid back and casual. usually in a pair of ray bands wayfarers or aviators he wears simple white vnecks or striped tank tops with jeans in the summer. every once and a while he'll throw in a pair of board shorts he is a guilty mandal wearer but isn't afraid to add a nice pair of dress shoes to any outfit. in the winter he does tend to dress up more, wearing long sleeve collared shirts with an overcoat, but does still stick to the jeans. he has also recently become a fan of crosses and scarfs, so expect to see a few tidbits of those thrown into his outfits. if his outfits come up actually turning out alright its pure luck. the only thing actually planned is the fedora hat he usually wears when his hair isn't styled sky high. but, other then that hat its all just a random college of what looks clean on his bedroom floor or rarely what he actually has hanging up in his closet. he goes through many different fashion phases in his life, picking up millions of different things, some of which he can't stand anymore. but he's a blind bat in the morning picking up whatever his hands grab, and half way through the day he can realizes he hates what he's wearing. he cares about what he looks like, but is clearly way to lazy to do anything about it besides wear a few items - like his fedora hat repetitively. If only he had enough money for a fashion designer, if only.
PORTRAYED BY alex pettyfer
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LIKES
cross necklaces and scarfs - his outfits tend to be generally plain, so these two items happen to be the saviors that make them a tad bit more interesting.
burts bee's chapstick - it's an obsession, maybe even a lifestyle.
skinny girls - the honest, cold truth
scummy girls - well, not necessarily scummy, but girls who don't take a million hours to get ready and girls who don't expect to get waited on every two seconds. girls who are a little more carefree about their looks
full lips he obviously cares about lips, seeing that he is a chap stick junkie. he doesn't need an angelina jolie or a walking botox gone wrong, but lips that are a little more then pencil thin are an amazement for nate.
strong girls - well, emotionally strong. as stated before, nathan doesn't enjoy crying or being around people who cry, so girls who can grin and bear it or laugh at themselves are always a plus.
sex in public - he lives for thrill, and loves sex, so, this is a win win situation. well - unless you get caught.
girls who put up a chase - liking a girl and automatically getting her is no fun, nor does it happen all that often for nate. so, he's used to the chase, but, its fun and exciting every time trying to get someone to fall for you.
girls with a sense of humor - nate's humor is a bit off and inappropriate at times, so being a girl who'll laugh at the funny stuff and will politely correct him by cutting off his sentences with a kiss when his joke was just flat out wrong is a definite turn on.
the lifestyle of people in comic books - to answer your question no, he does not go to the fairs. he couldn't tell you superman from the x-men, so it isn't an obsession like burts bee's or anything - but he envy's the super hero lifestyle so whenever he happens to be in a gas station and see's one he'll pick it up and read it no matter what.
number pads on cellphones - forget those qwerty keyboards on cellphones, all of that new tech stuff is a bunch of shit according to nate. nathan didn't spend all of these years learning to type on a number pad for nothing. when buying a cellphone, his cellphone better not have a keypad because he likes to show off his texting skills.
guitar - speaking of skills - well, nate doesn't really have any when it comes to guitar. he's pretty average. but his ego makes him think otherwise, so, everyone likes the things that they believe they're good at, and its no exception for nate & guitar.
the beach - nathan is a chill guy, the beach is a chill place. it's only natural that they go perfect together as nate attempts to achieve a perfect non leathery tan.
stealing - call him a bad person, but stealing is thrilling. don't judge something unless you've done it.
minty gum - mr.everly is what you young kids call 'fresh to death' - er, not really. but it doesn't mean he doesn't like his breath to be minty and clean smelling when he doesn't have time to brush those pearly whites.
gambling - the thrills of not knowing if you're going to make a profit or loose all the money on you never gets old, no matter what age you are. they have rehab for gambling, you know this stuff is good.
tongue twisters - are the absolute funnest thing in the world, and he happens to be a master at 'sally sells seashells by the seashore' and 'how much wood could a woodchuck chuck if a woodchuck could chuck wood'. if you dont consider that talent then you should defiantly reconsider what you consider talent.
tomatoes - and vegetables in general (he knows that tomatoes are fruits, but he still calls them vegetables to piss of grammar nazis), he wasn't necessarily raised the healthiest little boy but for being such a scrubby man he somehow prefers the taste of crisp and clean taste of foods to greasy junk food hutch. maybe the saying opposites attract is true?
sex - which man doesnt?
take out italian food - is delicious. he likes fresh and clean crisp tasting food, but who can deny some good italian food? its a fallback, and he had tried giving it up for new years multiple times and had failed multiple times.
ray bans and fedora hats - are a classic taste of his laid back chill style and are the only pieces of clothing - if you even consider that, that he will make sure he has on him.
drinking -who doesn't like getting a nice buzz every once and awhile? sure, the aftermath sometimes isn't pretty but to nathan life is about living in the moment.[/ul]
DISLIKES
debt - is what nate is in a serious amount of. so, naturally he dislikes it.
coughing - especially people who do it constantly without a care. get a drink a water or a cough drop and shut the fuck up.
accounting - math is such a waste of a perfectly good life.
people who shove their believes down your throat - doing that to nate isn't going to change his opinion on his believes, just his opinion in thinking that you're a total tool bag.
carpeting his dad is lame
obsessive ex girlfriends - he really dislikes changing his number, so don't make him do it okay?
overuse of the word 'hate' or 'love' - people use strong words without any care. it gets to be a semi-annoyance, but it isn't bad enough that he has to come and correct you about it. he just thinks about it with anger in his head.
sleeping through weekends - how annoying. wasted weekends are just aggravating, because you can feel them slip away but can't do anything about it because you're sleeping the whole time. most of the time no matter how tired he is he drags himself up out of bed and makes himself do something.
getting murray's pomade out of your hair - it takes a good few washes or olive oil, and generally is just a pain.
crying - anywhere, anytime. what is crying even going to do for you? crying babies is a huge peeve for him. he can't see himself ever having children. all babies do is poop and cry all of the time, and if they're not doing that they're eating. dont take your children out in public if they're a bunch of sissies. often, when people try to cry around him he doesn't know what to do so he acts in a completely inappropriate way.
waiting - he is impatient, so, waiting for his results on anything or lines or any of that nonsense is something he generally has to and will cheat around to avoid.[/ul]
STRENGTHS
WEAKNESSES
GOALS
- get famous or die trying
- earn more money then his father
- die young and wealthy at the top of his game
- meet an idol
FEARS
- being broken up with
- getting addicted to drugs
- being proven wrong by his father
SECRETS
- rocks out to faithfully by journey - its a tad embarrassing, but its defiantly one of his favorite songs. so he has those secret but oh so epic rocking out sessions with this song on repeat every once and awhile. i mean have you seen the music video? who but nathan could take this seriously? nobody, which is why his like for them stays a secret.
- shaves his chest - so it isn't the most masculine thing to do, sure. but he personally doesn't enjoy looking like a gorilla - which he looks like if he doesn't shave his chest. so, just so you know there's a secret behind that smooth glorious chest you're all over.
- afraid to do anything heavier then drink and smoke weed - despite his bad boy looks or huge ego he doesn't do anything heavier then drink. he's an on an off smoker of cigarettes, but you won't find any other drug going into his system. and get this, he even feels bad about smoking and drinking and eventually wants to become really clean. with his group of friends though,there is no way this would ever happen. but, it is a small, very secretive dream of his. its not like he doesn't know the small things he does are destroying his body, but for some reason pretending he does much heavier things and is still able to function gives him a boost of confidence.
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PARENTS
robert 'terry' justin everly ; fourty seven ; carpenter
maria marie everly ; fourty five ; bank secretary
SIBLINGS
none. little nate was enough to keep his parents plenty busy.
OTHER FAMILY
jake and johanna frill , both fifty two , both small shop owners . ( not related, just important)
BULLETED HISTORY
im not going to describe to you how his parents met, what importance the day he was born, or what the first few years of his life wherever like to you. want to know why? because they where all typical, and his parents history isn't his history, so none of it is important. it's all boring and long nonsense that drags out forever, and in nathan's autobiography he lives fast so none of that shall be included. instead, we're going to fast forward to when he was around seven years old. attending abbey lane elementary school, it was within a walking distance from his house so he always had time to go exploring before school. on september 30th of that school year as he was walking through the bushes he saw the back of a building he passed by in the center of town a lot. unpainted and raw, the wood all rotted and gross it was the complete opposite of the front of the pretty little building - it caught his attention and made him go running through the grass to find out.
this action would make him fifteen minutes late to school and tare up his new dress pants, but, even at the tender age of seven nathan didn't think about the future. he was only concerned about now - and what in the world was in the back of the building that they didn't care about what it looked like. when he got to the door he expected it to be locked, or if it wasn't he was expecting a herd of wild african animals to jump up and attack him. that was his seven year interpretation of a security system. but when he opened the door there was nothing. when he took three tip toed steps in, there was still nothing. just a musty room filled with stuff clear for the taking. there was another door, and from behind it he could hear noise and people walking around. but in this room, there was nobody. it was dusty, but filled with items with no price tag on them. little nate didn't understand that this was a back room where they kept the stock and these items weren't for the taking. but, after he grabbed a pack of un-sharpened pencils and slipped them into his backpack he closed the door behind him and it was like he was never there. for the next seven years this little shop played a huge role in his life. of course nate started to know that he was stealing from them, but the older he got the more he was aware, and the more thrill it became. running away with a bag full of stuff every few days and hearing mr. and mrs. frill in the background yelling always gave him a chuckle.
but soon he had his social circle growing, and that became more important to him then stealing and all of that nonsense. soon, a little something called gambling became a thrill to him. its when he started to learn that stealing from mommy and daddy was really easy - especially when the profit you where getting back was huge! well, at least for a fourteen year old. he would pay every cent to his parents back, and it wasn't until he was sixteen and got his first job at a car wash and the actually feeling of having his own money took over that his little gambling experiences would get out of control. what he did and who he was gambling with wasn't important. it was the fact that he wasn't saving up any money for anything important. he splurged on a guitar, but that wasn't going to get him anywhere. he had no idea what he wanted to do for the future. he knew he wasn't going to get very far washing the cars that he doesn't' own and living under his parents roof, but he continuned his ways until he was twenty years old.
wanna know what sucks? knowing that nothing you have is yours. he was completely broke, didn't have a car, a job, graduated high school and hardly had any friends. it was just a miserable feeling. so, one of these days he dug through his messy room attempting to find something that had any worth that he could sell. he found his guitar, but, he still had a bit of spark of hope inside him that someday that baby was going to get his famous. he found a bunch of stolen worthless knickknacks, but found three things with a similar theme. he had stolen a snow globe, a brochure, and a book where the setting takes place in seattle, washington. he opened up the brochure, confused at the consistency he saw that he never remembered having - though, he didn't really reflect much on his past so it was quite easy for him to forget. a small folded paper that had 'secret plan' written in bold sharpie letters. as he opened the paper he saw that the sharpie had leaked through, but it was still fairly easy to read. it was his secret plan on how one day he was going to steal all the items he needed from the warehouse that the frill's owned, and he was going tor run away and live in seattle and be adopted by some foreign family that had recently moved there. now, he was older and somewhat smarter, and had a new resource to look to besides stealing from the warehouse - getting money from his parents. so at dinner the next idea, he casually brought up the idea of him getting his own place. his parents where thrilled, thinking he finally got enough money to support himself. they where rudely awaken to the fact that he didn't have money and was going to need all the money he was going to get from them.
though surprisingly they didn't say no. they agreed. but, if it all failed he needed to move back and live with them and work for his fathers carpenter business. now, in what seems like a million away from home he is attempting to live the dream he had always had in mind - secretly with his snow globe tagging along for every step of the way.
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ANYTHING ELSE q, avenue (;
ROLEPLAY SAMPLE
- - - - An obnoxiously loud vibrate shook his entire night stand, causing Nathan Terry Every to wake from his sleep and glare over at it like it was some sort of murder. Angrily picking up the LG shine that had dared to waken he glanced over the text ‘U btr b here @ 9’. Being an asshole he didn’t respond back and instead just thought to himself ‘Yeah, maybe if you can type fucking English’ and slowly got himself up. Dressed only in a pair of boxers he had to wonder how he got like this.
Being the guitarist he was you would think that he would have gotten like this the total rock star way. Maybe had a wild night last night, had some crazy sex back at his place, got up ate some take out Chinese and fell back asleep until now when a text from a fan girl awoken him and he could curse and holler at his phone going ‘ who the hell gave out my fucking number’. If his life was the typical rockstar life he could look over to his left and find a half dressed skinny brunette with a nice rack clinging onto him and he could push her off the bed going ‘get dressed bitch’ knowing that she would always come back for more.
But life wasn’t like what was described in that last little paragraph, reality was completely different then his dream life.
Nate wasn’t a rock star. And the real reason why he was waking up so late was completely different. Majoring in accounting, Nathan basically always has some huge math related projects he puts up because he’s off in fantasy world like he just was pretending he was some sort of rock star and imaging what life would be like if that became true. Though, he had held this project off for so long that he forgot what it was even about and had to do some major research, was up until seven in the morning and shut all of his blinds and crashed for the day. He was beginning to really fuck up his sleep schedule and he didn’t even have any cool reasons behind it. To make matters worse he in the beginning of a school year, his junior year, the year you have to work the hardest – there was no way that he could let his sleep schedule fuck everything up.
After taking a quick shower he hoped out and put on a fresh pair of boxers, throwing his old pair in his dirty laundry pile located in the corner of his dorm he scanned his dorm. He was like a hawk. But instead of looking for some innocent mouse to snatch he was looking for a clean pair of pants. He really needed to get out more. Not even for the purpose of having a social life, apparently when he sat around in his dorm and procrastinated the filth just seemed to pile up. He finally found a pair of old jeans. They where wesc, and cost him 106 dollars at the time but probably where somewhere on clearance now if you checked the store. The unfortunate part was they weren’t even worn that much when they where worth something. Looking sadly at the pants he almost felt bad for them as he slipped them on. Slipping on a raglan sleeved shirt he had to wonder just how old it was. The bottom was becoming quite worn, but that was the look these shirts where supposed to look like right? He should probably head out to a mall sometimes soon and update his fashion sense a little bit according to the mess of limited clean clothes he had and how often he would find ancient shirts just lying around in these piles.
Though, the mall trip could not be tonight. Fortunately for Nate tonight he was going out to do something that had the rock star-eqsue feel to it. Partying had been an all time favorite thing to do for Nate, and Taylor always brought a good time. Though he greatly enjoyed picking on her she really wasn’t anywhere close to being all that bad. He had given her a hard time about paying for tonight, but it been all in good fun. They both lied and said it was in spirit of the Halloween season but they both knew that it was really just an excuse to go out and get shit faced, which is how they met after all correct?
Slipping his phone, his wallet, and his cigarettes; all necessities, into his pocket, he looked around for one more thing-the time.
He decided that a watch would do him good; he wasn’t the type who enjoyed whipping out his cell phone every two seconds. Not only did he find that action to be very douche bag like he just felt like he didn’t have any friends when he did that because he hardly got any texts. Looking down at a watch was a lot easier then taking out your cell phone, checking the time then putting it back anyway.
Running out the door with his car keys still in hand he didn’t really think about just how drunk they would both be getting tonight. He was more concerned about not being late. Sure, he had a good ten minutes to spare but he wanted to take a drag before he went out to the club. No offence to the whole no drinking and driving deal but Nate’s mind defiantly wasn’t on the whole designated driver deal.. Besides, he was a responsible college junior- he could handle himself. He was past the points of getting a huge thrill out of drinking; he was completely legal which was kind of boring. He thought he had matured a bit when it came to the amount of alcohol he consumed. He actually considered himself kind of a charming drunk, drinking just enough to real some nice looking ladies in. But, like a lot of his dreamer visions of the world- they where far from reality. He was a happy drunk, but sloppy and tending to be a bit too touchy feeling. But hey- nobody’s perfect.
Looking around for his car he finally spotted it- all hail the Honda Insight, a slightly feminine car for a guy like Nate. It was pretty penny to his parents, and had been a complete and total surprise gift from his parents for completing half of his college career and actually sticking to something. They where proud of him, so he at least attempted to be proud of the gifts they lathered him in. Hey, it wasn’t the toughest car in the bin but it was silver and if you couldn’t tell by his outfit, Nate liked the color silver. And, another plus side was it has amazing gas mileage, voted number one on some dumb fuck list that nobody ever really pays attention to. But still, it was a victory car. Maybe it wasn’t the coolest victory a car could get, but his car was a winner either way. A winner, something he would want to be; so in a way there was some sort of respect for his car.
Lighting up he leaned back against the fence of the dorms. He wasn’t going to go in and get her for a few reasons. One being that he wasn’t a gentlemen and Taylor said to be here at nine, he was there at nine; she should already be outside waiting for him. Two you couldn’t smoke on campus for some second hand smoking shit rule they got going on. So, deciding to be a good person in general he didn’t go in there and get here. It saved him some walking anyways.
Sooner or later she did arrive though; Nate didn’t really check the time. He didn’t feel like it, he had more important things to do like stand around and smoke. He could check the time once he got into his car anyways. Seeing the blonde walk up to him he smiled holding the cancer stick between his pointer finger and thumb. “Well there’s my little freshmen!” he said acting like it had been that long since he saw her and there was all that much age difference between them. They actually did shit like this quite often, but somehow it never really got old. But with all the school work he had it had been more then two weeks- which was like years in Taylor-Nathan party calendar. So maybe it had been all that long since he last saw her.
“My car’s right down there” he said pointing out the Honda Insight attempting to sound as confident as he possibly could about that car, but believe me it was hard. “Let’s go. I would open the door and stuff like that but I wouldn’t want anyone who was looking out their window to get the wrong idea or somethin’. It’s unlocked though so just get in” he laughed rubbing the butt into the ash tray to put it out before leaving it there and hoping into his car.
Pulling down his sun visor in the car he skimmed over the CD slots where a collection of burned CDs lay. “Sublime sound good?” he asked as if he would really take no for an answer and if the place they where heading too was all that far away that they needed music. Putting the sun visor back up he plopped the CD back in he started up the car.
Being the guitarist he was you would think that he would have gotten like this the total rock star way. Maybe had a wild night last night, had some crazy sex back at his place, got up ate some take out Chinese and fell back asleep until now when a text from a fan girl awoken him and he could curse and holler at his phone going ‘ who the hell gave out my fucking number’. If his life was the typical rockstar life he could look over to his left and find a half dressed skinny brunette with a nice rack clinging onto him and he could push her off the bed going ‘get dressed bitch’ knowing that she would always come back for more.
But life wasn’t like what was described in that last little paragraph, reality was completely different then his dream life.
Nate wasn’t a rock star. And the real reason why he was waking up so late was completely different. Majoring in accounting, Nathan basically always has some huge math related projects he puts up because he’s off in fantasy world like he just was pretending he was some sort of rock star and imaging what life would be like if that became true. Though, he had held this project off for so long that he forgot what it was even about and had to do some major research, was up until seven in the morning and shut all of his blinds and crashed for the day. He was beginning to really fuck up his sleep schedule and he didn’t even have any cool reasons behind it. To make matters worse he in the beginning of a school year, his junior year, the year you have to work the hardest – there was no way that he could let his sleep schedule fuck everything up.
After taking a quick shower he hoped out and put on a fresh pair of boxers, throwing his old pair in his dirty laundry pile located in the corner of his dorm he scanned his dorm. He was like a hawk. But instead of looking for some innocent mouse to snatch he was looking for a clean pair of pants. He really needed to get out more. Not even for the purpose of having a social life, apparently when he sat around in his dorm and procrastinated the filth just seemed to pile up. He finally found a pair of old jeans. They where wesc, and cost him 106 dollars at the time but probably where somewhere on clearance now if you checked the store. The unfortunate part was they weren’t even worn that much when they where worth something. Looking sadly at the pants he almost felt bad for them as he slipped them on. Slipping on a raglan sleeved shirt he had to wonder just how old it was. The bottom was becoming quite worn, but that was the look these shirts where supposed to look like right? He should probably head out to a mall sometimes soon and update his fashion sense a little bit according to the mess of limited clean clothes he had and how often he would find ancient shirts just lying around in these piles.
Though, the mall trip could not be tonight. Fortunately for Nate tonight he was going out to do something that had the rock star-eqsue feel to it. Partying had been an all time favorite thing to do for Nate, and Taylor always brought a good time. Though he greatly enjoyed picking on her she really wasn’t anywhere close to being all that bad. He had given her a hard time about paying for tonight, but it been all in good fun. They both lied and said it was in spirit of the Halloween season but they both knew that it was really just an excuse to go out and get shit faced, which is how they met after all correct?
Slipping his phone, his wallet, and his cigarettes; all necessities, into his pocket, he looked around for one more thing-the time.
He decided that a watch would do him good; he wasn’t the type who enjoyed whipping out his cell phone every two seconds. Not only did he find that action to be very douche bag like he just felt like he didn’t have any friends when he did that because he hardly got any texts. Looking down at a watch was a lot easier then taking out your cell phone, checking the time then putting it back anyway.
Running out the door with his car keys still in hand he didn’t really think about just how drunk they would both be getting tonight. He was more concerned about not being late. Sure, he had a good ten minutes to spare but he wanted to take a drag before he went out to the club. No offence to the whole no drinking and driving deal but Nate’s mind defiantly wasn’t on the whole designated driver deal.. Besides, he was a responsible college junior- he could handle himself. He was past the points of getting a huge thrill out of drinking; he was completely legal which was kind of boring. He thought he had matured a bit when it came to the amount of alcohol he consumed. He actually considered himself kind of a charming drunk, drinking just enough to real some nice looking ladies in. But, like a lot of his dreamer visions of the world- they where far from reality. He was a happy drunk, but sloppy and tending to be a bit too touchy feeling. But hey- nobody’s perfect.
Looking around for his car he finally spotted it- all hail the Honda Insight, a slightly feminine car for a guy like Nate. It was pretty penny to his parents, and had been a complete and total surprise gift from his parents for completing half of his college career and actually sticking to something. They where proud of him, so he at least attempted to be proud of the gifts they lathered him in. Hey, it wasn’t the toughest car in the bin but it was silver and if you couldn’t tell by his outfit, Nate liked the color silver. And, another plus side was it has amazing gas mileage, voted number one on some dumb fuck list that nobody ever really pays attention to. But still, it was a victory car. Maybe it wasn’t the coolest victory a car could get, but his car was a winner either way. A winner, something he would want to be; so in a way there was some sort of respect for his car.
Lighting up he leaned back against the fence of the dorms. He wasn’t going to go in and get her for a few reasons. One being that he wasn’t a gentlemen and Taylor said to be here at nine, he was there at nine; she should already be outside waiting for him. Two you couldn’t smoke on campus for some second hand smoking shit rule they got going on. So, deciding to be a good person in general he didn’t go in there and get here. It saved him some walking anyways.
Sooner or later she did arrive though; Nate didn’t really check the time. He didn’t feel like it, he had more important things to do like stand around and smoke. He could check the time once he got into his car anyways. Seeing the blonde walk up to him he smiled holding the cancer stick between his pointer finger and thumb. “Well there’s my little freshmen!” he said acting like it had been that long since he saw her and there was all that much age difference between them. They actually did shit like this quite often, but somehow it never really got old. But with all the school work he had it had been more then two weeks- which was like years in Taylor-Nathan party calendar. So maybe it had been all that long since he last saw her.
“My car’s right down there” he said pointing out the Honda Insight attempting to sound as confident as he possibly could about that car, but believe me it was hard. “Let’s go. I would open the door and stuff like that but I wouldn’t want anyone who was looking out their window to get the wrong idea or somethin’. It’s unlocked though so just get in” he laughed rubbing the butt into the ash tray to put it out before leaving it there and hoping into his car.
Pulling down his sun visor in the car he skimmed over the CD slots where a collection of burned CDs lay. “Sublime sound good?” he asked as if he would really take no for an answer and if the place they where heading too was all that far away that they needed music. Putting the sun visor back up he plopped the CD back in he started up the car.
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