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Post by madness on Jan 1, 2012 1:37:17 GMT -5
SOMETIMES I FIND IT HARD
• to believe there's someone else who could be •
JUST AS MESSED UP AS ME Dexter zipped up his jacket up to the top, and tied his shoes tight. He didn't like the warm weather, but he didn't like being cold either. He was tired of spending time in his dorm room and he was tired of not knowing anything about his little sister. His siter was at home, either being watched or even unattended by his mothers friend. It killed him not knowing, but she wouldn't pick up the phone. It was only a about three in the afternoon, but he had a feeling his mothers friend was already drunk.
As he walked out of the hallway of the boys dorm he felt the cold creep up on him. Still better than the stuffy dorm though. He walked quietly to the courtyard, where his thoughts lingered on his little sister. There had been no way for him to get to stay with her. He had found a way to get to her a day before Christmas, and he had to leave the day after. He had sold his own car long ago just to make money.Dexter hadn't minded though, because his sister had been so happy when she opened up the barbie doll on Christmas.
He sat on a bench and stretched his long legs out as he took his phone out. He dialed the number again quickly, by now he could do it with his eyes closed. The phone didn't even go through, it went right through voice mail. Dexter dropped his head into his hands, his phone falling to the ground. Damn her! He felt so..So mad. But at the same time he felt like he was failing his mother and father, and worst of all his sister.
He wished only now for something to cheer him up. Anything really. He picked up his phone from the ground and checked to see if it was working. He turned it around and inspected for any cracks. It was good. By now he silently wished something miniscule would happen to it so he could throw it to his hearts content. Maybe he would take up boxing so he could unleash his feelings. There was also his artwork, but that was all crap in his mind. It was random strokes, in colors that fit his mood.
[/center] TAGGED ! Gabby/w Maddix!
WORDS !Oh..I dunno.
OUTFIT ! CLICK
LYRICS !Sometimes by Skillet
TEMPLATE ! PANIC! ITS LAUZ @ CAUTION
NOTES !Sorry it sucks, and is all ramble like.
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Post by maddix tallon jean on Jan 1, 2012 10:52:35 GMT -5
 & I WAKE UP EVERY EVENING
WITH A BIG SMILE ON MY FACE
( and it never seems out of place )The last few months for Maddix had been the best and there really was no denying that it was all because of a beautiful woman named Rosalie Chilton. She was the best and if anything, she made him happy which was great because Maddix was never a happy child and it wasn't because he was raised horribly. No, his family was huge and sturdy. He lived with his mom, brother and stepdad and went and saw his sister, dad and stepmom all the time. It wasn't anything horrible but he was just an angry teenager much like his mother and he liked to usually be alone. That was until he met Ross and well that was a good day for Maddix because they ended up being together and being happy. Hell even his pregnant bitchy mom approved of her, though he was pretty sure it was mostly because Ross read Shakespeare and the whole world knows of Amanda's obsession with Othello.
Why was Maddix alone in the courtyard then, if he was so happy being with Ross? He still had his alone time, he still needed it and his family and Ross were more than happy to give it to him. Plus he was walking home from his job at the stables. It wasn't that he needed a job but he refused to take his father's money, hell he hated taking Christmas gifts. Except his new one from his sister, he was all fine taking that. Who wouldn't want a paintball gun? Especially Maddix, it would go great with his potato cannon and he just needed to find himself some people to shoot for the hell of it. Yeah he was violent, but that's what you got living with Amanda and Adrian. They were great parents but they couldn't change their love for violent things. Amanda and her knives, and Adrian and his explosives.
He had kind of been avoiding his mother so he refused to turn on the chat room because he was sure she'd ground him for something that was just his normal. Him and Aster were always yelling at their parents and usually Amanda could blow it off because she knew that they were just like her and Adrian as kids and she found it kind of cute. But now, being pregnant and easily annoyed, she had been grounding her poor sons. Though Maddix did call his mother and tell her he loved her and he saw her on Christmas but he was avoiding any contact tht could get him grounded again. She took his guitar, books and his Ross away. There really just wasn't any fun in that. He would have died if she took his potato cannon away, though he was sure she'd think of it next.
As he walked back from the stables, he kind of decided it would be a good time to get his paintball gun. So he ended up walking to his dorm, very happy that Shayden wasn't there. It wasn't hat Maddix hates shay, he could just get on his nerves with his flirting and what not and he wouldn't know if he could keep from shooting him with the paintball gun. He grabbed the gun and turned on his heels, trying to get far far away from his room and the possibility of Shay coming out. As he exited the dorm and into the courtyard he looked around and shot the fountain just for fun. If only someone like that Claire bitch or Alliya or someone would come out to play. That would be one fun fun time. For Maddix at least.
The courtyard was kind of empty and he was getting bored shooting at things and for once actually wanted a conversation. Not some stupid one with idiots who thought their fathers money bought everything. Those people he wanted to shoot with his paintball gun. Why? Because he was taught to earn his money and that's what he did. He didn't take things from his father unless he earned it. Yes he might be mucking stalls but that is actually something the boy enjoyed. Yeah his father told him that if he was going to ride the horse, he needed to learn to take care of it first and well Maddix learned quickly and came to enjoy the quietness. Finally he spot someone on a bench and he moved over to sit next to them. "Hey," he said, yeah he wasn't much of a talker because he just didn't care about the people he was talking too. Yeah, maybe a conversation wouldn't work but hopefully Maddix could make a conversation for once in his life. "What's up?" Okay maybe not.
[/center] WORDS,, 780
TAGGED,, mad with dexter
OUTFIT,, coming soon
MUSIC,, local rock station
NOTES,, <.< this is also sucky and really rambly
TEMPLATE,, by PANIC! ITS LAUZ of CAUTION |
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Post by madness on Jan 3, 2012 13:42:17 GMT -5
SOMETIMES I FIND IT HARD
• to believe there's someone else who could be •
JUST AS MESSED UP AS ME Dexter let his minds wander off to that of how great it would be to escape, get to his sister. He wouldn't be happy till she was old enough to fully watch herself, maybe get a job and feed herself as well. This is why he would never have kids.And if he did, he would be a way better parent than that of his mothers friend. Dexter looked around at the semi empty courtyard and sat back a bit. Well there was nothing he could do now, except keep calling. He had a slight feeling that the more that he called the more she ignored him.
Why couldn't she just answer? Dexter remembered, vaguely, of his dream last night. He had destroyed some object, a huge one.With a bat, his foot, his bare hands. When he woke up this morning he had felt awesome. Instead of being emotionally drained, he had been full of energy. That is, until that whore had ignored him. If anyone asked, Dexter would say he didn't have anger issues. He knew he did.
He was so lost in his own thoughts that he hadn't noticed anyone else in the courtyard, or anyone sit next to him. He didn't jump or show any kind of surprise, but he felt it. After his years at Riverside, he had quite learned to hide his emotions. It was perk of being a loner, he didn't have to force his "happy" to be cool. Dexter honestly just disliked most people, the loud ones, the preppy ones, the people that were just so annoying. He had some exceptions though, like Maddix.
Even though he wouldn't admit it to anyone Dexter knew he had a crush on his best friend. Not that he would ever admit it, right? He didn't know. It seemed like every time he saw Maddix his feelings grew. It was no secret that Dexter was gay, but damn it. He cleared his throat for good measure."Oh hey"
[/color] Okay...So he wasn't a guaranteed conversationalist. Whats up? Well that was a question for the centuries. A stupid idiot wouldn't answer his phone, he hadn't talked to his sister in almost a week. Lots of things were going on. "Not much" Okay ya, he was smooth. [/size][/blockquote][/blockquote][/center] TAGGED ! Gabby/w Maddix!
WORDS !Oh..I dunno.
OUTFIT ! CLICK
LYRICS !Sometimes by Skillet
TEMPLATE ! PANIC! ITS LAUZ @ CAUTION
NOTES !Sorry it sucks, and is all ramble like.
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Post by maddix tallon jean on Jan 3, 2012 15:46:04 GMT -5
& I WAKE UP EVERY EVENING
WITH A BIG SMILE ON MY FACE
( and it never seems out of place ) Maddix didn't talk much and that was mostly because of his issues with trust. His mom taught him to be weary of people and she didn't mean to cause a problem but the problem did occur, if she liked to admit it or not. He had slowly learn in his years to talk a bit more about nothing and just keep the important things behind closed and locked doors. Even someone he considered his 'best friend' if anyone could even have one of those, knew much of nothing about him. Other than the obvious, half his family goes to this school and he likes to read, make music and is happily in a relationship. But those things is pretty much common knowledge to anyone and everyone with eyes and ears.
He knew Dexter was gay and it didn't bother him cause he wasn't annoying like Shayden and even then Shay really didn't bother him much. The constant back and forth bicker with Shay was always fun and it always got a laugh out of Ross so it was whatever really. Though with Dexter it was nice to have a friend who didn't try to get in your head and pry out all the things you wanted to keep in there. He got enough of that from his cousin, that a friend would only make it worse and only increase Maddix's anger. If there was one person he could talk to though, it was Ross and he usually did talk to her. Why not? He trusted her, hell he loved her. So why the hell not.
If anything he should have gone to Ross for his random spout of conversation. Cause he could actually hold a normal conversation with her and not just a bunch of random shit that he'd forget he said by the time he left. But oh well, he already sat next to Dexter and he wasn't going to leave and be rude. He'll give it a few then probably bail. Who knew what would happen. "Ah." Okay maybe he wasn't up for conversation, who really knew what Maddix wanted. He ran a hand through his hair and shrugged, "I've been shooting things." Yeah it was normal Maddix for you. The first thing he thinks to say, is about one of his guns.
[/center] WORDS,, 385
TAGGED,, mad with dexter
OUTFIT,, <.< i still need to make this xD
MUSIC,, local rock station
NOTES,, <.< this is also sucky and really rambly
TEMPLATE,, by PANIC! ITS LAUZ of CAUTION |
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