, AND I'M OFF TO THE RACES! }{ al & mickey

[VENICE CECILIA TAYLOR]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: #DDDDDD; border-top: solid #5a5a5a 5px; width: 500px; padding-top: 20; padding-bottom: 30;] [classy=tite]LIGHT OF YOUR LIFE. [/classy][classy=cont][/classy] [classy=threader] Venice had a fairly normal day, she went for a run after classes and wandered around outside with a few people for a while, then she decided to cut the night short and go to sleep. That was a bad idea for her, though, because she certainly wasn't having good dreams. Her mind was flashing back to times of the abuse, the worst times. The only thing that had kept her going this far was the fact that there were good times with her father, mixed together. But this nightmare didn't have anything about the good times. The smell of whiskey, the sound of breaking glass, the image of her father coming toward her, everything was vivid. Venice woke up in a sweat, panic and fear running through her veins. It took her a few moments to catch her breath, and by then she didn't really want to go to sleep. She looked over at her roommate's bed, the roommate she was having a fight with, and then decided not to bother trying to cuddle up with him. She'd go to someone else. The blonde ran a hand through her hair and put on her fuzzy slippers, trying to figure out who to go to. There weren't many people she was close to, at least not in the emotional sense. A shiver ran through her body as her exposed skin (she wore shorts and a tank top to bed) hit the cold air, and Venice decided on Albert, if only because his room was right across from hers. Within seconds she was running out of her dorm and into Albert's dorm. Venice and Albert had hooked up before, and now they were just friends. She liked Al's company, and he was a really good hugger. A hug was what she needed right now. Venice almost tripped over a few things on her way to Al's bed, but she made it there without making too much sound (hopefully). She crawled under the covers and sort of poked him before hugging him, to let him know that she was there and kind of... needed him. "I had another nightmare," Venice whispered, not really specifying what it was about, but her unusually faltering voice would probably at least tell him that it was serious. [/classy] TAG: AL & MICKEY! NOTES: sorry it took so long D: and sorry a lot of it might seem disjointed, it's like two am.

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[ALBERT NEIL DEAN]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: #1D366F; border-top: solid #1B50D8 5px; width: 500px; padding-top: 20; padding-bottom: 30;] [classy=tite]I'm a lover not a fighter and I don't want to have to get rough[/classy][classy=cont][/classy] [classy=threader]Al was having an awesome night. He managed to fit in everything he needed in the day: a morning workout, school, sex with mickey, homework (he seriously finished it all!), video games, sex with mickey, and an extra run before bed. Running was nice. It wasn't Al's favorite form of exercising (nothing competes with boxing, my friends, nothing). Al was pretty pooped by the time he crawled into bed, somewhere around nine-thirty. This may seem early to many of our readers, but stay with me: the young Dean boy had woken at four-thirty for a super charged Friday morning workout. The boy was slightly crazy, yet, every Friday morning, he rose at ungodly hours and ran around and hit giant sacs and also he practiced boxing and bench pressed and threw around some balls and did a wee bit of batting practice. Oh, he also practiced for the upcoming baseball season. So, the super workout, then the normal daily events, and anything else that had gone on in the day had left Al preeeetty tired. He conked right out when he hit the hay in just some boxers and absolutely nothing else. A few hours later, Al woke up with the heavy feeling of a full bladder. Seeing as his superpower wasn't the apportation of liquids like a certain someone we all know and love, Al had to get up and go to the bathroom to pee. First, though, he needed to clear away the shadows blocking the way. All of the stupid shadows we whispering in their creepy raspy echoing voices (Albert, Albert, we love you, we love you). Al ignored them and pushed them away like always, peeing happily. Once he made it back to the regular room, Al heard his roommate mumble something about putting on pants. "Yeah, yeah, whatever." There was a pair of flannel pants on the ground that looked mysteriously like Mickey's, but Al put them on anyway. They were probably some that Mickey stole from Al in the first place. Whatever. Flopping back into his lovely vessel of sleep, Al twisted himself underneath the covers and hummed contentedly. Today had been lovely. He was feeling awesome and ready for some cool dreams. Before Al could reach that wonderful world of dreamland, though, he heard his door open (did they ever lock it? Whatever. It's not like he was going to get kidnapped or something, so). Someone stumbled around for a few minutes in the unnaturally dark room before making their way over to Al's bed. It was Ven, a friend of Al's that he had hooked up with a while back. They were fairly good friends, provided Mickey wasn't causing drama. "I had another nightmare." "Oh, Ven, are you okay? Come here, we'll talk about it. Or uh. Not talk about it." Eloquent as ever, Al wrapped his arms around Ven. She had already been hugging him, but having massive manly biceps brachii and triceps brachii and supinators and pronators and whatnot wrapped around you is mighty, mighty comforting. "Is there anything particular you want to talk about? I mean, uh, you know you can talk to me about anything." Al's face and voice were gentle, and he felt nice and warm. Today was still nice. Comforting a friend was always something nice to do; it made Al feel good. A lot of the kids at this school had really terrible pasts. Al was used to helping out his friends, and it made him feel all tingly and amazing inside, like he was actually doing some good. [/classy] TAG: Mickey and Ven, not necessarily in that order, depending on how much cuddlefluff we want :> NOTES: He has no outfit. He's in pajamas. Also, I love this post. Just sayin'. WORDS: 594 WHAT. Don't expect this to continue.

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[VENICE CECILIA TAYLOR]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: #DDDDDD; border-top: solid #5a5a5a 5px; width: 500px; padding-top: 20; padding-bottom: 30;] [classy=tite]LIGHT OF YOUR LIFE. [/classy][classy=cont][/classy] [classy=threader] Venice was aware that many people who had gone to the school had serious issues. Some things that they had to go through were terrible, the experiments and torture and over-religious parents, etc. It was a neverending list, and when Venice heard about some of the things people went through, she felt terrible about feeling the way she did. At least there had been good times mixed in with the bad times for her, some people went through stuff that was way worse. That's why she tried not to tell anyone anything about her mother leaving and her father being abusive; only her roommate knew, and that was because she had frequent nightmares and he had found out throughout the months. Most people were fine with just comforting her and not finding out anything, because that meant they got to touch her body. And oddly enough, she didn't care as long as she got a hug. "Oh, Ven, are you okay? Come here, we'll talk about it. Or uh. Not talk about it." Venice winced at those words, she could feel his sympathy for her. She hated sympathy, especially when there were other people who deserved more of it... if that made sense. "No... no, we're not talking about it," she muttered, her voice cracking as she avoided eye contact. If he didn't have amazing arm muscles, she would have just found someone else, preferably someone who would just take advantage of the situation and have sex with her instead of trying to go into this stupid shit. "Is there anything particular you want to talk about? I mean, uh, you know you can talk to me about anything." Venice shook her head. "Just shut up already, okay? I don't wanna talk about anything and you don't either," she added, not even trying to sense if he was being genuine or not. Knowing Albert, he probably was, but he was just confused with how to word everything. "I'm not a fucking whiny baby," Venice put in for good measure, even though she had just climbed into his bed begging for a hug. The walls were coming up while she enjoyed the feeling of his big arms around her slender frame. Her arms were now around his neck while her face nuzzled into chest, her body pressed up against his under the covers. She just wanted to stay like this forever, not necessarily with Albert, but with someone. [/classy] TAG: AL & MICKEY! NOTES: whoo whoo

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[ALBERT NEIL DEAN]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: #1D366F; border-top: solid #1B50D8 5px; width: 500px; padding-top: 20; padding-bottom: 30;] [classy=tite]Only a dream, just a memory without anywhere to stay[/classy][classy=cont][/classy] [classy=threader]Al knew that Ven wasn't exactly the best at opening up and pouring out her feelings. If he thought about it for a moment, he was kind of surprised she had come to cuddle with him or anything at all. She felt a lot more fragile than he remembered. Of course, the last time Ven had been in Al's arms... Cough. Al wondered at Ven's responses, despite all of his knowledge of her walls. "Are you sure you don't want to talk? I mean, I always find it makes things easier. I, uh, I know I'm pretty terrible at speaking, a basic human function and all, but, you know, it makes it easier to face something when I can... When I can own up to it. I don't know. It might make you feel better if you talk about your nightmare. I guess. I mean, it works for me, but maybe it won't for you. Uh. Sorry. I'm just babbling now." Al chuckled half heartedly. "I guess my point was just that I wouldn't mind talking about it. I really don't. I like talking about things. It helps." "I'm not a fucking whiny baby."

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Al blinked, surprised at Ven's abruptness. This was the little one burying her face in his chest, right? "I never said you were. I don't think very many people are. I mean, you just had a nightmare, everyone gets those, everyone gets scared by them, that's why they're nightmares, they scare you, and they stick with you and why am I so terrible at talking, Ven, I'm sorry, I know you said you didn't want to talk." Al sighed and buried his head in Ven's hair. "We can just lay here. That's fine." Al exhaled and closed his eyes, the shadows beginning their nightly chants, but he couldn't drift back to sleep. He had a nagging feeling that Ven was having a nightmare about something in her "past," her "history." And he had a suspicion she wouldn't share because there were so many other sob stories on the island. That didn't make her experiences less worse. Sure, there were parents on the island and rape victims and abused kids and members of every kind of broken family on this island. Al's mom died and his dad was an alcoholic and he fought his brother all the time. Maddy was sheltered by her parents for her entire life. Gage had a goddamn kid, not that he didn't love her. Everyone had their own problems, and everyone was affected by them. That didn't mean that anyone should feel like their problems weren't a big deal because someone else had worse ones. That really pissed Al off.

Of course, he didn't want to really express any of this to Ven- what if her home life was normal and happy? Then he'd just look like a preachy whiny idiot. Instead, Al just hummed a bit and smelled Ven's hair (in a non-creepy way), because girls' hair always smells awesome.

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TAG: Mickey next!
NOTES: Meow.
WORDS: 499, Still kind of high for me
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[MICHAEL CATALYST HAYES]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: #DDDDDD; border-top: solid #5a5a5a 5px; width: 500px; padding-top: 20; padding-bottom: 30;] [classy=tite]sometimes it hurts instead[/classy][classy=cont][/classy] [classy=threader] All Mickey wanted was to cuddle with his boyfriend. That's all! Is that really so much to ask? Sure, it was late at night, but they made sacrifices for each other. Like when Mickey let him spend the night even though he was scared of the dark and he knew damn well that Al was going to make it all dark and scare the piss out of him. And when Mickey let him get away with ignoring him in the hall when he was getting beat up to save Al's reputation. And, though this was the hardest to admit, Al made a sacrifice when he let Kale do experiments on him. He knew what he was getting into. He did it for Mickey. They both made sacrifices when Kale took them shopping the one time, but mutual sacrifice is a different story entirely. And today, Mickey was feeling a little bit adorable, so he snuck out of his room after curfew. He wasn't too worried, he could just make a teacher let him off easy. He just wanted some time to cuddle and not talk and just cuddle, and maybe grope a little bit. But when he got to Al's dorm room, it would just so happen that Mickey was not the only one in the mood to cuddle with Al. There, this stupid blonde gorilla ape ugly ass tawana looking mother fucker was wrapped around his boyfriend. And it wasn't just any stupid bitc. No. It was fucking Venice. How many times had Mickey told Al that he didn't want him talking to her? How many? Probably a lot. He didn't know. And Venice! She was just doing this to get at him. He knew it. There was no other explanation for it. But behind all of that rage and disappointment, a little bit of Mickey's heart broke. (and by a little bit, I mean that it was crushed and smushed into the face of Michael Jackson's glittery corpse) Al knew how jealous he got whenever he flirted with girls, even when it was him just being a nice guy. Al also knew how much Mickey disliked Venice, but here he was, not even shoving the whore away. "Well, looks like I interrupted something then. Should I go? Becuase, really, it was no trouble sneaking over here in the middle of the night or anything to talk to my boyfriend. I don't have any problems leaving because some blonde slut has decided to attach itself to him." His face remained emotionless, and he spoke in a monotone. He raised his hands, gesturing towards the door with his thumbs, and his face morphed into a slightly sarcastic question mark. [/classy] WORDS:449 TAG: ven and al NOTES: wop wop wop

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[VENICE CECILIA TAYLOR]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: #DDDDDD; border-top: solid #5a5a5a 5px; width: 500px; padding-top: 20; padding-bottom: 30;] [classy=tite]LIGHT OF YOUR LIFE. [/classy][classy=cont][/classy] [classy=threader] "Are you sure you don't want to talk? I mean, I always find it makes things easier. I, uh, I know I'm pretty terrible at speaking, a basic human function and all, but, you know, it makes it easier to face something when I can... When I can own up to it. I don't know. It might make you feel better if you talk about your nightmare. I guess. I mean, it works for me, but maybe it won't for you. Uh. Sorry. I'm just babbling now.I guess my point was just that I wouldn't mind talking about it. I really don't. I like talking about things. It helps." Venice tried to ignore him as he blabbered on and on. He really wasn't good with words, how the hell did Mickey deal with this kid all the time? She was just here for his muscles and his hugs, in all honesty. Plus his room was right across from her's, so it worked out perfectly. Venice knew that Al had good intentions, but she just wanted him to shut his mouth. She always slept better when someone was holding her; it made her feel safe. So in all honesty, Venice was just using Al for his body. "I don't wanna talk about anything," Venice repeated coldly, hoping that her cold tone would hide how vulnerable she really felt. She felt like she was going to burst into tears at any given moment, but she refused to do so in front of Al. A part of her wanted to be near him so he could hold her, but the other part wanted to be alone so she could cry. Venice was feeling a whole mixture of emotions, and for once they were all her own. "I never said you were. I don't think very many people are. I mean, you just had a nightmare, everyone gets those, everyone gets scared by them, that's why they're nightmares, they scare you, and they stick with you and why am I so terrible at talking, Ven, I'm sorry, I know you said you didn't want to talk. We can just lay here. That's fine." Venice didn't say anything in response to that, she just pulled him closer to her, her legs entangling themselves with his. Her eyes closed as she buried her face into his chest more, her arms tightening around his neck. She tried to relax and fall back asleep in his arms, but she just couldn't. After a while, her eyes opened. "Well-" the blonde was cut off when she realized someone else was there. Someone that didn't seem to be too happy. Once he spoke, Venice knew exactly who he was. Mickey. Mickey and her used to be friends, a long time ago. They had gotten along fairly well, but then he had said something to her that really hurt her, and she, stubborn as ever, decided she wasn't going to be friends with an ignorant idiot like him. In all honestly, Venice hadn't even thought about the fact that she was cuddling up with Mickey's boyfriend, at least not until he walked in and spoke. "Well, looks like I interrupted something then. Should I go? Because, really, it was no trouble sneaking over here in the middle of the night or anything to talk to my boyfriend. I don't have any problems leaving because some blonde slut has decided to attach itself to him." The 'slut' and 'itself' thing really stung Venice, especially since this was probably one of the most vulnerable times for her, but she swallowed it and didn't let it phase her. One not so well known fact about Venice was her sensitivity; the smallest of comments, no matter how true it was, could really hurt her, but she never let it show. She bit her bottom lip and turned her head a little in an attempt to look at Mickey, but then she looked back at Albert. Albert was going to have to deal with this shit now, and Venice didn't want him saying anything about why she was there. She was being selfish in that sense, but she didn't care. "Don't you dare say anything," she whispered to him, in a tone that suggested 'If you even think about it, I'll cut off your dick.' She was not going to let him say anything, especially to Mickey, that showed her weaknesses. The last thing she needed was Mickey, or anybody else, thinking she was weak. For now, though, Venice was going to let Albert speak first. It seemed appropriate, since he was Mickey's boyfriend. [/classy] TAG: AL & MICKEY! NOTES: ooh drama llamassss and it's only this long cause i quoted all the stuff al saidddd.

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[ALBERT NEIL DEAN]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: #1D366F; border-top: solid #1B50D8 5px; width: 500px; padding-top: 20; padding-bottom: 30;] [classy=tite]A kick in the teeth is good for some A kiss with a fist is better than none[/classy][classy=cont][/classy] [classy=threader]"Well, looks like I interrupted something then. Should I go? Becuase, really, it was no trouble sneaking over here in the middle of the night or anything to talk to my boyfriend. I don't have any problems leaving because some blonde slut has decided to attach itself to him." He knew a good mood couldn't last. "Mickey, babe, look at you, sneaking into my room." Al made an extra effort to keep the shadows at bay. He got up, not even really looking at Ven, but surely she understood why. Al was seemingly calm, but his heart and mind were racing. He knew how Mickey would see the situation. He knew Mickey did not like Ven very much at all. He knew that Ven would murder him if he explained that she was having nightmares or something. "I know this looks bad, and I'm not even going to defend myself too much, because I feel kind of shitty right now. But nothing was happening. We were just..." Al trailed off and tried to think of a way to explain without offending Ven. "...talking. I mean, uh, Ven was having a, uh, bad night. Sort of. I know you don't like her, but, she's my friend, and you know, it just sort of, happened." Damn his inability to speak. "Look, Mickey, you know I love you. Just you. But I love my friends, too." Way to go. That sounded awesome. Juuuust the way you wanted, Al, way to go. "Argh, just, not in that way, you know I'd never cheat on you, when have I ever?" Now you're implying that he's a cheating ho! Woohoo! Al crossed his arms and straight up face palmed. Why, why am I so terrible at speaking? I'm good at everything else oral. He took a deep breath, then walked closer to Mickey. Al gently, gently, placed his hands on either side of Mickey's face. He didn't go so far as to put his forehead against Mickey's, because he wasn't quite sure Mickey was in the mood to be touched. "I'm just for you, okay?" Oh god, oh god, he's going to freak out, I'm just putting my foot in my mouth, ugh, this is so terrible. [/classy] TAG: Oh Mickey, you're so FINE NOTES: Mickey you used Adele in your title you know Al's secret weakness. WORDS: 371, pfffft

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[MICHAEL CATALYST HAYES]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: #DDDDDD; border-top: solid #5a5a5a 5px; width: 500px; padding-top: 20; padding-bottom: 30;] [classy=tite]sometimes it hurts instead[/classy][classy=cont][/classy] [classy=threader] Mickey was quiet for a really long time, listening to Al fumble over his apology or . . . whatever that was. He didn't suppose that it could really be called an apology, in all honesty. It was pathetic, in Mickey's opinion. What kind of boyfriend was Al, anyway? Even though Mickey had never dated anyone else, he was sure this was not normal boyfriend behavior. Or gay boy behavior, for that matter. All the boys Mickey had been with were afraid of being intimate with women in any way whatsoever. They weren't really. He probably never asked. He's just ranting. And here was Al, with this "thing" all wrapped around him like a God damn blanket. A limp, ugly, sperm bag of a blanket. "Whatever." Mickey steeled himself over and decided that emotionless was the way to go. Especially considering that Ven was still there. "It's not a big deal. Ven and I just aren't exactly friends." He looked at the blonde then. "Typically, when a girl is in bed with her enemy's boyfriend she has other intentions. But this is obviously just innocent." He didn't say it bitterly. He was being very casual about the whole thing. It almost hurt his pride to be behaving so, but he was beginning to numb himself. He wasn't hurting much of anything. He shoved his hands in his pockets and and leaned back against the wall. "Are you sure you don't want me to leave?" Again, he was the picture of causality. "Because, really, I could be sleeping." Okay, so maybe Mickey shouldn't be so upset. After all, he did have a tendency to flirt with everything with something hanging between its legs. And Al had said that he felt bad. But Mickey had a lot of pent up anger in him. It had been a really long time since he had used his power and the longer he goes without, the thinner he's stretched. He didn't know why. All he did was control minds. It was bizarre. He had this theory that it was a power-hungry complex or something. Or maybe it was something his parents had done to him. He wondered if he could make Venice throw herself out of the window. The headlines in the morning would be "SCHOOL WHORE IS SCRAPED OFF CEMENT BELOW RESIDENT GAY BOY'S ROOM: FOUL PLAY IS NOT OUT OF THE QUESTION." Stop thinking that way, Mickey. You're not a bad person. [/classy] WORDS:409 TAG: ven and al NOTES: mickey angst juss fo you sapphy

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[VENICE CECILIA TAYLOR]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: #DDDDDD; border-top: solid #5a5a5a 5px; width: 500px; padding-top: 20; padding-bottom: 30;] [classy=tite]LIGHT OF YOUR LIFE. [/classy][classy=cont][/classy] [classy=threader] Venice stayed silent as she waited for Albert and Mickey to sort out their issues. Although she didn't particularly like Mickey, she wasn't going to make things worse for Albert. Especially since he had just been comforting and hugging her... kind of. Albert kinda sucked at talking, he was good with everything else. She was only using him for his strong arms and because his dorm was right across from hers. Mickey was pissed off though, Venice knew, even though he wasn't really showing it. "It's not a big deal. Ven and I just aren't exactly friends. Typically, when a girl is in bed with her enemy's boyfriend she has other intentions. But this is obviously just innocent." It really was innocent. She didn't like Mickey at all, that much was true, but she honestly hadn't been thinking about Mickey when she had wandered into Albert's bed. She had been thinking about herself. The fact that this pissed off Mickey, however, was a plus, but she did kind of feel bad that she was getting Albert in trouble. "Not everything is about you, you know," Venice finally spoke up, after she had given Albert the time to do his useless babbling. Nothing Albert said was really going to have an effect on Mickey, because Albert sucked with words. "Are you sure you don't want me to leave? Because, really, I could be sleeping." Venice rolled her eyes again, her emotions hardening up as the walls came up. "You need to get the fuck over yourself and stop thinking everything I do is a personal attack on you," she said harshly, poison on her tongue. She was almost being a hypocrite, because what had started their whole fight was Venice taking something Mickey said too personally. "I got over you a year ago. I haven't purposefully tried to start shit with you, like, ever. So shut the fuck up," Venice added with a glare, hostility and rage taking over her mind. Mickey's mood was starting to rub off on her, as was his pain. She knew he was hurt, but her anger was taking over, a combination of Mickey's mood, her mood, and her genes. She had just as much of a temper as her father had. "Besides, we already did some stuff anyway. You may be his boyfriend now or whatever, but he still wants me. Or at least, certain parts of him do," Venice said with a smirk, not even trying to be subtle. She was so pissed off at this point that she didn't care if what she said fucked with their relationship. The blonde slowly got out of the bed, adjusting her tank top and shorts on purpose, similar to how she would adjust her clothes after spending the night with someone. She sauntered over to the pair, running a hand through her long hair. "I was his first, and you'll never be able to compete with that, bitch," Venice whispered the last word into Mickey's ear threateningly. When she was pissed off, she was seriously pissed off, that much was obvious from the whole situation. "I hope you enjoyed the blowjob, babe, since your little darling here probably won't be giving you one for a while. You know where to find me if you want more," Venice said with confidence and less hostility, this time toward Albert. She winked at him and gave Mickey a knowing look, one that challenged him to say something, but she had a feeling he wouldn't. He was hurt, and a part of him was going to be hurt by some of her words, if not all of them. Venice was really good at fucking shit up and starting drama when she wanted to, especially when it came to people she loathed. Fake confidence overcame her when it came to being a bitch, if only because that was the only way to get the job done. Albert would probably be extremely shocked and hurt by her transformation, but Venice was beyond caring. She just needed to leave and find someone who would fuck her brains out, and so, she left the room. Albert would have to deal with the mess that she left him. [/classy] TAG: AL & MICKEY! NOTES: whoaaaa.

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[ALBERT NEIL DEAN]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: #1D366F; border-top: solid #1B50D8 5px; width: 500px; padding-top: 20; padding-bottom: 30;] [classy=tite]Well now I am grown, and these years have shown rain's a part of how life goes[/classy][classy=cont][/classy] [classy=threader]What. What. What. What. What.

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This was a nightmare, right? Some weird fantasy that his brain was giving him because he felt bad when Mickey saw him hanging out with girls? Despite the fact that Mickey was a flirt? Whatever. Al didn't mind, as long as he kept it to flirting. Sort of a compliment. After all, Al was tapping that, not any other asshole oh god this was real wasn't it.

WHAT THE FUCK, VEN.

Everyone knew Al was a dope who was terrible at speaking unless he was going into run-on sentences forever. It's why he was just about the only person to use the letter system on the island- he could think about what he was going to say. And edit. And delete. Especially the deleting part. Al was not very good at speaking under pressure. Ven just added about twelve tons of pressure to the situation. Mickey was in a bad mood. He was doing that thing where he numbed himself while Al put his foot in his mouth. As long as Al could get Mickey to be okay again, things were fine. But no.

Ven had to be a cunt. Because there is no other word do describe messing with someone's relationship like that. None.

And Al had just been standing there like, what else, a big fat dope. When Mickey pulled away to lean against the wall, Al let his hands drop. No touching. Got it.

"It was innocent, Mickey, I swear. I don't -you know I have to be pretty smashed- I mean- Fuck." Al facepalmed for a moment and faltered. The shadows swarmed for a few seconds while Al's brain tried to sort out what the hell was happening. Think, Al, think, then speak. "We were not doing anything. Ven came in a few minutes ago and snuck into my bed for some innocent cuddles. We were talking. My penis was not awake." Golden Rod wasn't around, after all. "Her mouth came nowhere near it." What else did she say that Al needed to do damage control? He couldn't really say anything about Ven's comments on Mickey's personality and her -what, sabotaging?- him. That was their business. What else was there? Oh. Right.The... 'first' thing.

YEAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH.

It was true. Mickey knew that Ven was Al's first. He was friends with Ven when it happened, although he and Al weren't really close at all. Other than Al occasionally pulling a bully off of Mickey, but Al did that a lot.He had shitty bullying friends, okay? Whatever. Still, Al knew that Mickey probably didn't like Al's virginity story rubbed in his face. By the girl Al had just been caught cuddling with. Who then lied and said all sorts of things about things that DID NOT HAPPEN.

God, this was just a mess.

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NOTES: I gave up on coloring my speech. |D
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[MICHAEL CATALYST HAYES]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: #DDDDDD; border-top: solid #5a5a5a 5px; width: 500px; padding-top: 20; padding-bottom: 30;] [classy=tite]sometimes it hurts instead[/classy][classy=cont][/classy] [classy=threader] I need to leave. I need to be anywhere but here. I don't have a boyfriend. I don't date. Venice does not exist. Al is straight. I don't have a super-sized night light in my room back home for when he sleeps over. Maybe I'm not even gay. None of this is real. I'm probably not even super natural. I'm a freshman having a really bad dream, back home in my parents' house. For several minutes, while he remained outwardly emotionless and quiet and just watched everything happen, Mickey had completely convinced himself that it was a dream. But then Al started apologizing and he started questioning Inception and his rational, science-oriented brain told him that he was being an idiot and not making very much sense. Dreams don't cover four years with that much detail. But it was still terrifying. He knew, that somewhere in the room was a big fat cow named Al who was trying to convince him that Venice was lying to him, but all he heard was the parents from Charlie Brown. Lots of noise. Why would Al do something like that to him? Honestly? One of the worst things on Mickey's moral radar was gay men getting affectionate with women. It was stupid and wrong. It was deceitful and cruel and Al cheated on me. Wait a second, Mickey (said the pained audience). Your boyfriend couldn't have cheated on you. Look at how sweet he is. Venice is lying. Mickey knew, of course, that it was true, but that didn't change the fact that Al had slept with Venice. Al had slept with several girls. and Mickey was tired of it. Why should he be involved with someone who wasn't confident with himself? It was too difficult. It was confusing sometimes and frustrating. His roommate and his boyfriend were always showing off in public and there were no problems there. Not between them. But Al and Mickey could never do anything because Al wasn't out of the closet. (Not officially, although Mickey hadn't exactly kept it a secret.) "I think we should break up," Mickey said calmly. This was very different from the whiny bitch he had been the last time he and Al had broken up. "I mean, it's ridiculous of us to stay together when no one knows your gay. I don't want to deal with anymore. I don't want to deal with stuff like this. I don't want to deal with you." Mickey was not being fair. He wasn't even being completely truthful. But what was said was said and there was no taking it back. [/classy] WORDS:435 TAG: ven and al NOTES: VERY DRAMATIC POST

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[ALBERT NEIL DEAN]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: #1D366F; border-top: solid #1B50D8 5px; width: 500px; padding-top: 20; padding-bottom: 30;] [classy=tite]I can't keep up with your turning tables[/classy][classy=cont][/classy] [classy=threader]In about three minutes, the entire night and good day had gone completely to hell. He knew that this Mickey in front of him, acting all cool and apathetic, was way, way worse than an overly emotional Mickey. He knew how to handle that. He knew what would come next. This Mickey, he couldn't predict. It scared Al a bit, to see a side of his boyfriend he didn't know how to handle, and he was starting to freak out more and more. IT didn't help that he could clearly see that what Venice had said hurt. Al knew that Mickey (probably) didn't believe that Venice had given Al a bj. Everyone knew that was bullshit. But it probably hurt that she brought up the whole 'first' thing like a lame kid in the comments section on the internet. But Al couldn't change the past. The last time he slept with a girl was almost a year ago now. And besides, Mickey was Al's first with almost everything else. He was Al's first guy. His first to love him back. The first to go on a date, a real date. Why couldn't Mickey see that? Al was just about to say that. That would be a good way to dissipate the tension from the Venice sex first thing. It would work. It would have to. And then Mickey spoke. And he broke Al's heart. How could he be so cool and collected while saying that? "... You don't want to deal with me? What does that even mean? I mean. Just. Mickey, you..." Here was where Al was supposed to rescue the relationship with the points mentioned earlier. Unfortunately, his mind was almost literally melting. He was in a state, and the darkness in the room swelled. Al didn't even really notice. "I just..." Al's hands didn't seem to know what to do. He kept on clenching and unclenching them into fists unconsciously. "Fine. Fine, Mickey." Al's voice shook, with a strange mix of anger and sorrow. "Leave me, then. Over some stupid lies and the fact that I have no confidence. I love you, but hey, every time I fall in love with a guy, it turns out like shit. I guess I'm done with it." Al was somewhere between snapping at Mickey and turning around and crying into his bed like a little girl. [/classy] TAG: Michael NOTES: Al is having lots of flashbacks. WORDS: 395

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[MICHAEL CATALYST HAYES]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: #DDDDDD; border-top: solid #5a5a5a 5px; width: 500px; padding-top: 20; padding-bottom: 30;] [classy=tite]sometimes it hurts instead[/classy][classy=cont][/classy] [classy=threader] Mickey's facial expression dropped and his eyes turned sad. As mad as he was, Al was actually starting to confuse him a little. He blinked twice, but he didn't say anything. His thoughts were on a tilt-a-whirl and he didn't know what to do. Maybe love really was overrated. Maybe he just wasn't meant to do anything but be a slut. Feelings just weren't for him. And when it came to Al, there was nothing but feelings. Sex, of course, but it was mostly about emotions and now that Mickey thought about it, he had never been particularly inclined to being an emotional person. He was all science and facts and sugar and hair. There couldn't be room for anything else. "It doesn't matter," he said, with a shrug. "I just don't want to deal with you." He started feeling like he sounded stupid, so he decided that, with that, it was time to leave. He had boys to find to have revenge sex with. [/classy] WORDS:165 TAG: ven and al NOTES: so it's really short but i think this is over so

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[ALBERT NEIL DEAN]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: #1D366F; border-top: solid #1B50D8 5px; width: 500px; padding-top: 20; padding-bottom: 30;] [classy=tite]He's the air I would kill to breathe. Out of breath I am left hoping someday I'll breathe again[/classy][classy=cont][/classy] [classy=threader]So that was it then. Al and Mickey were done. Over something very, very stupid. And lies. Don't forget the lies and jealousy. Al was feeling exactly one and one half emotions right now. He was feeling entirely sad and heartbroken, but there was almost as much a feeling of anger and betrayal. That feeling would surely eclipse the initial sadness, followed by a hint of wanting to get Mickey back, but right now, that was all Al could process. Mickey left, and Al slammed the door. He crept into the bathroom, not bothering to turn on the light. He buried is face in his hands and quietly sobbed for a minute. It wasn't just that Mickey was breaking up with him. It was the fact that he still loved him and still wanted him and couldn't stop hating himself for it. He knew he loved Mickey, but something like this always happened. It always did. Love was horrible. It chewed you up and spit you out and no one ever loved you back. Joey sure as hell didn't. Joey beat the shit out of Al, and then they never saw each other again. Now he had been in love with Mickey, and it just kept ending in disaster. Mickey was done with him like an old toy. That's all Al felt like to him. Al's sobbing was muffled by his hands covering his mouth, not wanted to let them escape. He wasn't used to this kind of emotion and heartache and intensity. It took him a few minutes to remember that he had a penis and men didn't do this kind of thing. He, we may not all agree with that (the author certainly doesn't), but Al was raised with a manly man image. He washed his face and exited the bathroom. It was late, and Al was emotionally and physically drained. He flopped onto his bed and willed himself to not cry like that again. Tomorrow, and the next few days, he'd listen to Adele nonstop and feel better. And Mickey would come back. Probably. If not, then Al would move on. Eventually. For now, he just wanted to sleep. Sleep, and dream of better times. Even if his whole night was full of flashbacks to Joey and flashforwards to Drew and Dad. [/classy] NOTES: Last post. Also Al is not as manly a man as he appears to be. Really, he's a crybaby. Also, inspiration a little bit is here~ WORDS: 385

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