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Post by afa on Nov 17, 2010 2:28:51 GMT -5
In terms of reality television's ideal highschool, Jackson High was flatlining. In terms of Timothy Wright's ideal highschool, Jackson High was just dramatic enough, and he couldn't think of a single reason why that should change. Unfortunately, change is one of those things which is constant and inevitable, and chances were it would come about sooner or later. But he wasn't thinking about that just then.
No, Tim was sitting comfortably in solitude, blasting music from his crappy laptop speakers and singing along when the mood moved him. He was also trying to write an essay for History; looseleaf pages of paper with notes scribbled across them lay in disorganized piles around the dorm, and he had all three History textbooks (as well as a few oversized books from the library) stacked around him. As if the mere presence of so much information might motivate him to start on the paper itself. In fact, it was doing just the opposite, and so far the open word document on his screen displayed only his name. He didn't even have a title down yet. Hell, he couldn't even remember his topic, and there was no way he was going to find it in the mess surrounding him. "Can I please give up?" he groaned to no one in particular, the sounds of the Beelzeboss guitar solo from Tenacious D easily drowning his words. He just didn't have the ability to focus on his essay now. He still had a week to work on it, after all - why stress about it now? So it was five pages long. He could do that in a weekend, easy.
He clicked back to iTunes, changing his music to something a bit more uplifting, then set to work putting his things in a semi-organized pile by his bed. If Carter or Chris had a problem with it, well, they could get over themselves. Speaking of which... where were they? Not that he'd never had to hang around alone in the room before. But he wouldn't have minded a bit of company. Sighing, he went back to his laptop, boredly checking facebook. Maybe there's something on TV... he thought to himself, trying to find the strength to get up and change positions. Or he could bake cookies. Not that they had any cookie-baking supplies just laying around, they were a bunch of teen guys for crying out loud. What a productive day this was turning out to be.
ooc So I got bored and I started this and now it's 1.5 hours when I was supposed to go to bed (: BUT SUCH IS LIFE. Or something. Anyway, hopefully this is alright. I was kind of describing my own personal experiences in it, because I'm brilliant like that. NOW, CUE CHRIS.
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Post by chris on Nov 22, 2010 10:12:33 GMT -5
Chris had been out with Kaitlyn after class. They had just been hanging out, not doing anything in particular, which suited him because that was the way he liked it sometimes. Chris wasn’t easy to please, but with Kaitlyn it seemed that he would do almost anything for her and all of what else he was thinking was out of the window. He had been trying to be less,....well how he was, pompous. He realised that people round here didn’t like people like that, and he hadn’t made that many friends. He thought about socialising more, but he had Kaitlyn, and Tim and a couple of other guys he hung out with, but not many people could stand him, probably because they had heard stupid rumours. It was stupid how people just believed anything that they heard. It drove him crazy. Gossip wasn’t half as bad at his old school than it was here. Of course it had been bad, but he had also been quite popular, but he’d had a girlfriend, although he did like the ladies. Now he had jumped straight into another relationship. But he didn’t regret it. He really liked Kait, and he could see himself falling for her easily.
That day classes had been a bore, but he was doing well at least. His dad had been asking whether he was going to go to Harvard, and Chris had been blank on the response. He didn’t know because he had been focusing a lot on his music, well his drumming. He would love it if he could get into the music business, it was something he felt so passionate about. Although his father was uptight, as well as his mother, he knew that they would be wanting him to be happy. He wanted to do the right thing for himself, because if he made the wrong decision by going to Harvard and then dropped out, he would have wasted a lot of time and his parents would have wasted a lot of money as well. But the reason he moved over to America was because of Harvard, he could understand if they were going to be a little upset. He had told his father how it was though and he didn’t seem too pissed off, which seemed like a really good thing. It made his life easier because it was one less thing he had to worry about.
Now he was heading back to his dorm. He smiled at a couple of people who said ‘hay’ to him in the halls. He still needed to join some teams or clubs, he knew that would be a great way to make more friends, since he really couldn’t go on with just a measly total of two friends, that was just lame and he knew it. The reason he was finding it so hard to fit in right now was probably because he was the foreigner, well not quite, but he was from another country and he had different views, he saw people differently and people seemed to be quick to judge him. He was a good person, you just had to get to know him really well so you could see the evidence of that. When he walked into the room he saw Tim was in there. hay dude he smiled walking over to him. hows it going? he asked and smiled slightly as he saw him laying on the bed. dude, seriously what are you doing? he laughed. Have you been hanging out here alone for long? he questioned as he went to lay on his own bed. I say we do something.
notes; yay! I've done it
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Post by afa on Dec 12, 2010 14:28:30 GMT -5
Tim heard Chris's footsteps out in the hall before he saw his room mate. To be honest, he was a bit relieved it wasn't Carter. Things had been weird and kind of unpredictable between them lately, and he just found it easier to spend time with Chris because he didn't have to worry about being in love with the guy. "Hey, he replied, returning the grin and closing his laptop. He pushed the device away from himself, not wanting to think about the work he was supposed to be doing. He sighed at the inquiry about how it was going, flopping over onto his back. "It's going lamely. Seriously, you'd think boarding school would be like a party every day, and then you're staring at your computer screen for two hours wishing you could be back home. With your mom's cooking." Tim was getting used to living away from his family, but he would forever miss his mother's ways in the kitchen.
He looked up sheepishly as Chris made his way into the room, shrugging. He could imagine what he must look like: dressed in crumpled clothes, a couple of granola bar wrappers and a plate covered in toast crums surrounding him, a stack of papers sitting precariously on the dresser. "Working on my History essay?" he offered. "Or... working on avoiding my history essay?" He groaned, struggling to sit up properly. Once he'd achieved this, he brushed some more stray crumbs off his shirt, letting them fall to the bed without a second thought. Hopefully Chris would have a bit of time and a few suggestions about how to spend it, because Tim's level of interesting was riding extremely low. "Oh, you know... a while." He shrugged again. "Hockey doesn't start for another week, and soccer's over. The only homework I have is that stupid essay. So I spent a long time trying to do research, but I still don't know anything about influential world leaders in the twentieth century."
Tim reached forward, arranging his pillows for something to do. "I was thinking about making cookies. But then I'd just eat them. Or everyone else would eat them... you really can't win with baking, can you?" he looked over at Chris, raising an eyebrow. Chris was rich - did he even have to bake? Then again, Carter was rich, and he used to come over to Tim's all the time to help his mom make stuff. Or, at least, get rid of the 'extra' batter and lick the eggbeater. "What else is there to do around here?" He collected the wrappers, dropping them onto his toast plate and standing up. He started toward the kitchen, almost tripping over a pile of dirty clothes. "Laundry?" he laughed. As if. Laundry was a once-a-week thing, if that, and today was not the day. "You'll probably be able to think of something more exciting. My brain is fried from all that procrastination."
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Post by chris on Dec 13, 2010 15:28:21 GMT -5
He smiled slightly as Tim spoke and laughed. Ah well, see I am used to that, we did have some fairly wild parties though back in my old school. They were always fun. he said remembering them. I think maybe we should throw the idea out there of a mad and wild party he grinned. It would be fun right? he said. Well, maybe if things are okay enough between carter and I he said. Chris hadn’t let it slip to anyone how Carter was in love with his best friend. He wasn’t going to tell anyone either. That was just something he could not say to anyone, he was at least good at keeping secrets, if he wasn’t then he would be kind of stuck. Yeah sometimes thinking about being at home makes you want to be there, but I don’t think I would want to be anywhere else now if I am honest. he smiled. Well now you mention it, I do miss my mum’s cooking, that does seem fairly good right now, when all you got in the fridge is a fridge pack of baked beans. At least we can go home for Christmas. he smiled.
Ha I know how that one goes dude he smiled. Chris always seemed to find something better to do when he was doing homework, but of course he did, everything was better than doing homework, okay maybe not everything, but a lot of things. He liked the study dates he had with Kait, and was surprised how much work they would actually get done. She was a little distracting for him, because he found her so pretty, sometimes he did not actually believe that they were together, and for Chris to think that was big! He never thought things like that, because he usually had such a high opinion of himself. He chuckled slightly as he listened to Tim, then he mentioned soccer, he still needed to see about being on some teams, but he figured the time had passed now since soccer season was over. He had missed his chance. At least it wasn’t that big a deal, he had only thought it would be a good idea to try and branch out and make more friends, it had been difficult for him. Carter seemed to know a lot of people as well, and they had obviously been hearing from him how much of an ‘ass’ he was, or maybe they heard it from Kayla.
Oh but cookies are sooooo good! he grinned. But yeah, pretty much if you don’t eat them all, someone else will come along and eat them before you had a chance to have any Chris said with a smile. Its shit luck he laughed. That always seemed to happen when he had been at boarding school. A lot of the time he had been one of the people that pinched them as well. We could make cookies though, could be fun, maybe it will put me in Carters good books he said making a lame joke and laughing slightly. The two weren’t exactly friends right now, but they weren’t enemies at least. Chris looked around when Tim asked what else needed to be done. He then mentioned laundry and his eyes lay on the sky high pile that was in the boys room. He hated doing laundry. If he had lived near enough, he would have gone home a lot more, or had his parents visit just so they could take his laundry to bring back to him. But they didn’t, so he had to do his own, sadly. Well have you got a board game? he laughed. I know, totally lame but that was what we used to do back in my old school, or we would play games like truth or dare with the girls. he shrugged.
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Post by afa on Dec 19, 2010 18:28:27 GMT -5
"I bet," Tim laughed, trying to imagine what it would've been like to grow up in boarding school. Sure, you wouldn't have mom's cooking, but Chris must've had some pretty wild times over the years. And, if he was really rich, wouldn't he just have a chef anyway? "Yeah, I wouldn't mind a wild party. It is senior year, after all. What are we supposed to do? Focus on our studies?" he joked, a hint of sarcasm in his voice. "I have a feeling the New York trip's going to be like a big celebration, so that'll be cool. But we should throw a real mad and wild party next year. Something absolutely insane. Like a road trip to Vegas." Tim laughed at the idea. Hopefully, Chris wouldn't take it too seriously. After all, they weren't even old enough to really enjoy Vegas, and he just knew somebody would end up married. "I thought Carter would've been used to you by now, to be honest," Tim sighed at the mention of his friend, recalling the whole punch-in-the-face fiasco, "though, I can't see him saying no to an awesome party.." He shrugged.
"Oh, God, every time I open a pack of those baked beans I think about what my mom must be making for dinner. I swear, I'm going to get her to teach me how to cook over Christmas. Or maybe I'll just kidnap her and keep her here for the rest of the year." Tim snickered, imagining how his mother would react to that idea. She probably wouldn't be especially pleased. Besides, Tim wasn't sure the rest of his family could survive without her. "Maybe I'll just stuff myself with enough food to last the next six months. Problem solved," he decided. Oh, if only. One thing was for sure: he would be bringing a crapload of leftovers back to Jacksonville with him. He groaned yet again at the thought of his History essay. "Why do they assign stuff like this? Can't we just do fill in the blanks, or something?" he looked hopefully over at his friend, "you know, fill in the blank essays?" Then, he laughed. That would just be too easy.
"That's true," Tim nodded to Chris's exclamation about cookies, agreeing wholeheartedly. "I should get one of those cookie jars with the fake bottoms. I'd stash the best cookies in there, then just leave the rest above and nobody will know any better. I should put that on my Christmas list." He grinned at the idea. Hopefully, such a thing existed. Though he would have to be careful not to tell anyone else about the secret bottom, which was pretty much impossible considering something like that was too awesome not to be shared. Tim grinned as Chris continued, shaking his head. "Sadly, I think that might work a little," he told him. Carter was a sucker for cookies. While they wouldn't fix everything, they would make him more tolerable for a while. "If we want to make cookies, we'll have to find a recipe.. and ingredients," he pointed out. It seemed like a daunting task, to say the least. He looked around, trying to remember if they owned any board games. "We probably have snakes and ladders.. I dunno. We went through a board game phase in the beginning, so there should be a few in this mess." Well, were they the most exciting people on the planet or what?
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