smile real wide for the paparazzi !

[steele sikes]

And everything that you thought you can’t forget

'CAUSE YOU'LL KNOW NOTHING BUT MY NAME

getting up early was something steele was never good at, especially if it meant having to get up and look pretty. it usually took steele well over an hour to take a shower, pick out his outfit for the day, and to fix his hair. this morning however, he was rudely awakened by the alarm clock every five minutes. after clicking snooze for awhile in intervals of five minutes, steele finally got out of bed. slowly but surely he made it to the bathroom and took a shower. he knew he needed to hurry up otherwise he would show up late for the photo shoot. he had been late the last two photo shoots it was becoming a habit. but can you really blame him for wanting to look good in front of the camera? once he was out of the shower he rushed to his dryer, where he pulled out freshly cleaned dark denim jeans and one of the bands logo tees. he put the jeans and shirt over his wet body and hair and quickly dried his hair with a blow dryer. this gave him barely enough time to get his hair ready. if they wanted him to look good, they can do it on their own time. besides, once steele got there, they still would put him into hair and make up.

and with that thought, he was out the door, his hair a complete mess and still half wet, but if they wanted him to make it on time, they shouldn't complain. at least there was something good about the photo shoot, seeing the band members again after the long night of partying, and seeing the roadies. he was extremely excited to see nate, one of the roadies that steele particularly liked more than the others. he didn't know why he was so excited to see nate, but he didn't seem to get his mind off of him the entire way to the studio. once he got inside, he was immediately rushed into the hair and make up area, that he barely got a chance to say hello to the others. as they played around with his tangled hair, steele anxiously looked across the place, hoping to catch maybe a glimpse of his good buddy, nate, even if it was just him walking by. ignoring the constant demands for him to stop moving his head, steele continued to look around until the hair and make up artist finally held his neck in place. he was used to this kind of treatment, seeing as soon as his mind was on something, he was completely oblivious to everything and anything around him.

as he sat there, finally restricted from looking around, he wondered to himself why had he been so excited to see nate? it wasn't like he hadn't seen nate in awhile, he had. steele wasn't even sure that nate would show up to this photo shoot, he probably had much better things to do than watch a bunch of guys having millions of pictures taken together and separate. as steele sat there, watching from the mirror as the artists put his hair in curlers. was this really necessary? steele thought, but he refrained from asking, already knowing what their answers would be. once they had all his hair up in curlers, he couldn't even recognize himself. it had been so long since steele's hair was out of his face, he always had at least a good inch of forehead covered by it. he never realized just how big his forehead had been. then the hair stylist left and the make up artist took over. she grabbed her make up kit and pulled out a brush and blush. steele didn't wear make up, he was a guy, but it didn't look like the make up artist seemed to care what gender he was as they began applying a thick layer of blush on his cheeks.

the sensation tickled him a little, but it didn't take long for him to get used to it. she told him to close his eyes as she leaned in and put a little eyeliner on him and mascara. all steele could do was sit there and take it, they were just doing their jobs like he was doing his. the make up was very brief surprisingly, the make up artist said he already had very soft features so they didn't need to stand out any more than they did. steele wasn't sure if he should take that as a compliment or not, but he was finally glad to be rid of the make up artist. the hair stylist came back and took his hair out of curlers and started straightening his hair back to it's normal self. steele was very particular with his hair and liked to straighten it by himself, but it was another sacrifice of being a rock star, it wasn't what you wanted to look like, it was what they wanted you to look like. finally, steele was done and he looked at himself in the mirror, completely transformed, thought aside from some reddening in his cheeks and some black around his eyelashes, there wasn't anything changed about him at all. he really had to look closely to see the black around his eyes. after getting a good look at himself, the artists tossed him some clothes. "put these on." they demanded, pointing to the changing room. steele picked up the clothing he missed and walked over to the changing room and started to strip down to his boxers.

tagg; nate (for now)
word count: 928
lyric credit: kiss my sass by cobra starship
outfit: look at the photo or read the post !
muse: pretty darn good right now i'm on a roll : )
notes: steele's all dolled up for him and what better time to find him then now, while he's changing. xD jk jk
credit: BABY DARLING ! @ CAUTION 2.0

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[nathan livingston]

I C A M E H E R E T O M A K E Y O U D A N C E T O N I G H T

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Nate hadn't seen the boys in what, a week? God, that was way too long! Well, he might have been hanging out with Gaven all the time, but that was to be expected; the two of them were stuck on each other like penut butter and jelly, friend-wise at lesat. They were, as girls would say, "connected at the hip". However, Nate was also good friends with the rest of the members... Next in line had to be Steele. Firstly, the name was simply amazing. Secondly, the boy was effing gorgeous and got tons of girls and guys alike; who couldn't be drawn to him? Especially someone as blatantly straight as he was.

...That was a joke. A severe one.

Nate acted like the gayest guy alive sometimes, yet he kept his relationships strictly to girls. Funny how that stuff worked, isn't it? Well hey, the girls weren't complaining. In fact, they absolutely loved him for it.

Anyway, with these thoughts in mind, Nate tried to make his way through his extensive waking-up process. He brushed his teeth, tripped over his numerous dogs a few times, cursed a few more, took a shower, blowdried his hair, straightened, styled, forgot to put a shirt on first, re-straightened bits that needed it, re-styled the whole thing. He pulled on some pants and a vest, slipping his shoes on and walking into his kitchen, opening his mouth wide i na yawn. He reached to open his cupboard door, but froze when one of his dogs ran by with a stuffed animal in his mouth.

"Shit! Give me back Mr. Brown!" Mr. Brown was a flimsy old teddy bear that Nate's mother had made for him when he was about three because he could never prononce "brown" correctly. He always pronounced it "bray-uhn". So, his parents basically trained him to say it right by giving him the bear. And he still slept with it every night he was at his house. The thing looked like crap by then, though, and the dogs weren't helping.

He literally pounced on top of his dog, a St. Bernard and Labrador mix, wrestling with the energetic and huge thing for control. Finally, he tried some discipline, and, by making the dog feel very guilty (by covering his face and acting sad) the dog gave the toy back and was rewarded with a hug and a bunch of petting.

He waltzed back in his room, breakfast forgotten, and threw the animal on his bed, shutting his door behind him and heading for the front door instead. He shut it behind him, tramped down the front stairs of his small crappy porch, turned around, and headed right back inside, whistling happily all the while. He walked inside, went into his room, and grabbed some socks, pulling his feet out of his shoes and rolling the socks on, ignoring the whimpers behind his door; the dogs knew he was leaving, now, and they were going to convince him to take at least one of them. He could ignore that for now, though; he still had a sock left. And, he remembered after he stood up, his key clip, with all his fancy passes and keys on those little string thingies that stretch out forever long so you can unlock your door without taking them off.

He opened his door, winced, and was mauled by his dogs. He picked up the first one he found, grabbed a leash off of one of his counters, and fled out the front door, ending up with Joni, who was in need of a new name because he'd recently discovered that Joni was, in fact, male. "Awww, well I love you anyway," he cood, rubbing the top of the dog's head as he walked for his car, as if the dog didn't have super mind powers (or just was totally stupid) and didn't know that he'd thought that he was actually a she.

"Okay, Rev, here we come!" He pulled out, his reckless pulling-out causing Joni to stumble into the floor of the passenger seat. He busted out laughing, reaching over to try to help while simultaneously attempting to see well enough through his almost-laughter-tears to drive enough. Finally he gave up, pressing his forehead against the steering wheel and continued laughing, straigtening after someone blared their horn and continuing past the stop sign, still laughing his ass off.

Ten minutes later, he had music blaring, Joni curled up in the passenger seat, and he was headbanging while driving through some majorly slow traffic, sticking his lips out in a playful pout and throwing his head from side to side like some kind of playful girl. He paused, reached over and nudged Joni, and, when he was practically glared at by the little dog, recoiled. "Hey now, that was supposed to make you laugh. Don't be a meanie, Joni."

He finally showed up at Rev, grabbing his camera bag from his backseat and snapping Joni's leash on, waltzing up to Rev like he owned the place; in all reality, he was just a roadie. Still, he had a bunch of cool passes that gave him all-access.

"Hey!" he announced loudly, bursting through some double doors. "I'm here for the... huh. Ohhh, that's why there was no security yet. Huh." He glanced at his phone; he was an hour early. "Way to go, Nate. Well, Joni, guess what? You got in scot free! Besides, you'd have adorable-d your way in anyway." He grinned, glancing around until his eyes landed on what he assumed was part of a set, and bounced over to it. "Oh shat! A couch!" He layed down on it, folded one arm under his head, closed his eyes, and pulled Joni up to cuddle with, falling almost instantly alseep.

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He woke up fourty five minutes later to find a pretty photographer girl standing above him, holding his camera and snapping a shot. He slowly un-stuck himself from his position, raising his arms above his head and yawning big to the click of his camera. He laughed, sitting up and scratching the side of his head sleepily while Joni climbed into his lap.

"Oh, hey. Is it about to start?"

"Are you one of the band members? I don't remember..." The girl handed back his camera, and he shrugged.

"Naw, but I might as well be. I'm their roadie." He winked at her, and stood up, stretching again.

"Ohhh! I know you! That one guy... Nate!"

"See, you know it's bad when suddenly roadies are famous." he winked at her, flirting up a storm, and yawned again, glancing around. "Has, uh, anyone showed up yet?"

"Oh, Steele has!"

"Oh, thanks. Ta!" he gave her a cocky, defiant grin, and then waltzed right into the makeup area, camera held at the ready. He was forced to hide while Steele glanced around a bit, but finally got to the point where he could snap some candid shots. He saved a backup of his favorite to a memory card, took it out and replaced it with one other one that he had convienently placed in his camera bag (cameras were a gift, not a curse, and he was always prepared) and then waltzed up to the changing room, easing the door open quietly before flinging it open and darting in, Joni jumping in after him. He shut the door defiantly behind him, turning to grin at Steele.

"Oh, look what havoc the pretty boy has dragged along with him!" he said loudly, holding his arms out and pointing to himself before laughing and dropping them. "You probably just flashed the entire studio, by the way."

"Oh, hey, take Joni for a sec." He handed the leash to Steele, grabbed his camera, and put his favorite picture on display; one of Steele with his hair up in curlers and with someone applying eyeliner, eyes turned up and that funny look on his face that you get whenever eyeliner is actually applied. He intentionally handed thte camera right towards Steele, grinning defiantly and assuming he was going to delete it. If he did, in fact, do so, he'd pretend to pout, taking it from him and staring at it with his mouth hanging wide open.

"Awww, man! Now I have to go sulk..." He'd push his lips into a pout, and walk out, leaving Joni there; if he didn't, he'd just grin, take the camera back, and walk out anyway. He shut the door behind him, waltzing up to the pretty photography girl and leaning against the wall next to her, showing her the picture defiantly and winking. "Did you know that I still sleep with my stuffed animal that my mom made me from when I was three?"

"Aww, really? That's sooo cute!"

"Really? You think so? Well thank god, because I was beginning to think I was the only sensitive guy out there and that no one appreciated it!" He held out his hands dramatically, then dropped them, his cockiness drowned out by his comedy and playfullness; the girl just giggled and handed the camera back, continuing conversation with him.

Notes:

[/b] DONE! ^^ Man, Nate's amazinggg, lmfao
Tags:[/b] Steeeeeeleeee
Word Count:[/b] 1,499
Outfit:[/b] in pic, with some of those cool new Vans high-tops or whatever that have the floppy tongue in pink, purple, and black. Oh! And one of his dogs, Joni. ;D[/color]
Location:[/b] The Photographuy Studio!
Banner Credit:[/b] CREDIT OWNER HERE[/font]
Template Credit:[/b] MAKE A SCENE HANNA ! OF CAUTION TWO POINT OH![/font]
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[steele sikes]

And everything that you thought you can’t forget

'CAUSE YOU'LL KNOW NOTHING BUT MY NAME

when steele had gotten into the dressing room, he noticed he was the only one in there. he took a look at the clock hanging on the wall and then down at his watch. his eyes shot back and forth between the two times, realizing that the one on his watch read an hour later than the one on the wall. oh, no they didn't! thought steele as soon as he realized that someone from the band must've sping forwarded his time so that he would get there a full hour early. though steele felt like an idiot for not checking the time on his phone or anything in between getting up and arriving, he had to admit it was a brilliant prank and being the gullible one, steele was foolish enough to fall for it. they were going to pay, no one messes with steele's sleeping schedule. he could have slept for at least another thirty minutes and would have enough time to fix his hair without being rushed out of the house. unsure if it was just a prank or it was so that steele wouldn't be late, steele knew there was means for revenge once he finds out the mastermind behind the scheme. well, he was already here, they seemed to win this round, but the battle isn't over.

as steele took off his shirt and then his pants, he couldn't help but feeling watched. he always got the creeps in changing in big places like that. not that he was scared or anything, he just had that feeling that there was always someone watching him while he was at work. being famous really made his personal life hard. after coming out to the press his attraction to boys, they hit him really big, and now him even hanging out with a boy who's not a band member or a roadie, and the press has a field day. at least he didn't have to hide himself anymore. all that late nights and sneaking around was finally over for good. he slowly took down his pants, bending over as he pulled them off his feet. one foot was out and he was struggling for the other, but as he was doing so he heard the door open and almost immediately the "clicking" sound of a camera going off.

the sudden sounds seemed to blow steele off balance and he fell with his butt down on the ground. he turned around to find the culprit of what would be the second prank pulled on him today. he turned around, a look of pure hate reigned on his face, but just as quickly as it came, it went away when he saw the familiar face of his friend, nate. steele looked at him, trying to keep an angry face while at the same time trying to keep him from laughing. he probably had the weirdest look on his face right then as he ripped the jeans off of his leg and tossed them to the wall of the changing room. he got up, ignoring the pain in his buttocks and snatched the camera away from nate as he handed it to him and looked at the picture on the screen. it was a good thing steele wore underwear today was all that crossed steele's mind when he looked at it, though if he knew he was getting a picture taken of his ass, he would have worn something a little more masculine that wasn't a light shade of pink for when steele was just barely learning how to do his own laundry.

steele pushed the delete button, there was no way this was going to leak to the public, and besides if nate didn't want him to delete it, he wouldn't have willingly handed it over to steele. but nate wasn't that mean, he was just... well, there wasn't any words to describe nate to the full extent he was. "yeah, thanks for that, just the kind of publicity i need." steele said, pointing toward the camera before pushing the button for yes to delete the photo. as much as steele wanted to pretend mad at him, he found it very hard. it was easier just to shrug it off, just like he did with the stupid spring forwarding joke on him. was today some kind of pick on steele day that steele was unaware about? well, it was normal for nate to be pulling stupid shit like this to steele, but for it to be a double whammy, there had to be some planning to it. steele knew the devious little minds of nate and the rest of them, because like them, steele also shared a mind like theirs.

though he didn't appreciate his ass being shown to the entire studio, he knew it was just another one of those embarrassing moments that he was going to have to get passed. besides, he wasn't completely nude, the tidy whities covered almost everything up... but it was the point. he knew best to shrug it off, besides, fortunately for him, since they were a bit early, not too many people had to have seen it. he rolled his eyes at nate's pathetic attempt of acting."well, get outta here while i'm changing, you pervert!" he said teasingly just before nate left the changing room. steele looked at joni and said, "he'll be back, they always do." steele joked as he let go of joni's leash and finished changing into the new clothes he was going to be filming in. each piece of article he put on, he was careful so that he didn't mess up his hair or rub off any make up, in fear they might have to redo everything. once he was finally done, he grabbed joni's leash and walked out of the changing room and over to where nate and the girl were talking.

normally steele would wait for them to be done talking before he made a scene, but since nate couldn't wait for steele to be finished in the changing room to come barging in unannounced and causing steele to show off his underwear, steele felt not pity interrupting them. "don't believe a word he says, he's only trying to get in your pants." steele shoved joni's leash into nate's hand. "he's got some disease, we're looking into that." steele said, taking nate's hands and escorting him away from her hearing range, ignoring the disgusted look on her face. "you're here to see us, not hit on our photographer, and telling her about your teddy bear you've had since you were three... that is not a cool pick up line." steele laughed. "i've missed you." he spilled out, though those weren't the words he meant to say. he meant to say "what's up dude?" or "how's it hanging?" just getting him away from that chick was his punishment for exposing him back in the changing room. fortunately for steele he was wearing blush that covered his real blush.

tagg; nate (for now)
word count: 1171
lyric credit: kiss my sass by cobra starship
outfit: look at the photo or read the post !
muse: pretty darn good right now i'm on a roll : )
notes: steele kinda sounds like a jerk in this post...
credit: BABY DARLING ! @ CAUTION 2.0

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[nathan livingston]

I C A M E H E R E T O M A K E Y O U D A N C E T O N I G H T

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Nate was happy; he was armed with two good photographs, a cute chick, a bad pickup line that amazingly worked, and an adorable dog running around as a backup. And Steele; he was definitely happy to see that guy again after so long. He was, after all, one of his closest friends... And, admittedly, his biggest crush.

Okay, yes, there was no denying it, or even beginning to deny it. He was blatantly, 100 percent gay... Although, he thought he'd done a pretty good job of hiding it. Despite how he acted, no one seemed to suspect it. He could say t he gayest things in the world, and people would just brush it off and say, "Aww, that's just Nate." Thank god. He didn't know what he'd do if people knew that he was gay.

He was about to make a final move when suddenly Steele arrived. "Don't believe a word he says, he's only trying to get in your pants." He stared at Steele in shock, going slack-jawed; the leash was pressed into his hand and he took it, still gawking.

"You... I... Noooo..." he whined, still staring at her as Steele dragged him away by his hands. He turned away, not looking pouty, but rather looking almost sick. "You're gonna get me jumped..." However, this didn't seem to bother him much, because his face soon split into a grin... Which disappeared at the bad pickup line comment. He gave him an "oh my gosh" face mixed in with a "duh" face as he said, "Well, it worked! Mr. Smooth." However, two seconds later, he was back to grinning like an idiot.

"Awww, really?" He swung their hands for a moment, pretending to giggle, then literally lept onto him, wrapping his arms around his neck and his legs around his waist, clamping down tightly to keep himself from falling. "Ah missed youu!" he called out, all the while acting like some crushing ilttle girl on crack. A few pictures were snapped (they were, obviously, in a photography studio), before bouncing off, bouncing over to a music player and pluggingin his iPod, the music from which soon blared. Oddly enough, Lady Gaga came on. He gave his iPod a weird look, shrugged, and shimmied towards the center of the room, starting up a little dance before just laying there on the floor, everyone around him laughing their asses off.

...Nate had always been the class clown.

"Steele," he practically whined, calling out his friend's voice and holding his hands up in the air, fingers grabbing at the air like some sort of infant. His knees were drawn up, and he was whining; he pulled off little kid rather well. "Come help me upppp..." Even the girl who'd been angry at him was cracking up; after recieving assistance in getting back to his feet, Nate winked back at her again, grinning like an idiot.

He grabbed Steele's hands and started swinging them around, laughing like some kind of high idiot. "Look, it's Poker Face. We can boogy to this." He shimmied down until he was crouching down near the floor, then lifted his butt up until he was doubled over (still moving Steele's hands to make him dance) and started to booty dance, bouncing his butt up and down in time to the music. He pushed his lips out in a little pout, bobbing his head in time; when another girl came up to dance, too, he stood up quickly, holding his hands out to either side and eyeing her up. "Oh, nice! That's not half bad!" He started to dance a little more seriously, the two of them moving a little closer. He turned to Steele, pointing at the girl and saying pointedly, "Grow some balls like mine and you could be having fun like this!"

"I'll show you fun," The chick purred, grinding up a little closer, and he exhaled, raising his eyebrows and nooding.

"I'm not gonna lie, this is kinda nice..."

"The thing is..." The lady said, wrapping her hands in his vest and pulling him close. He seemed practically intoxicated; Nate, after quite a bit of practice, had become a pretty amazing actor. "I don't do fuck jobs."

"What about dance parties?" She smirked, released her hold, and continued dancing. He turned and winked at Steele. "Come onnn... Who doesn't like dancing to Lady Gaga?"

Notes:

[/b] finishedd ;D
Tags:[/b] Steeeeeeleeee
Word Count:[/b] 719
Outfit:[/b] in pic, with some of those cool new Vans high-tops or whatever that have the floppy tongue in pink, purple, and black. Oh! And one of his dogs, Joni. ;D[/color]
Location:[/b] The Photographuy Studio!
Banner Credit:[/b] CREDIT OWNER HERE[/font]
Template Credit:[/b] MAKE A SCENE HANNA ! OF CAUTION TWO POINT OH![/font]
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[steele sikes]

And everything that you thought you can’t forget

'CAUSE YOU'LL KNOW NOTHING BUT MY NAME

if steele wasn't so peeved about flashing the studio, things would have been different, he would have left nate alone with the girl, maybe wait until she gave him his number, and then he would have taken him away. though he wanted to believe it was because of nate's pathetic pick up line that caused steele make him lose his chance, it really was steele's jealousy taking over. though steele hated to admit, he didn't like seeing nate flirting with a girl, especially in front of steele. if only nate knew how much it bugged him, but then again it was nate he was talking about. probably the straightest guy steele knew. if steele told him the truth, nate would either mock him about it or he would get very angry with steele. either way, steele would look like a complete idiot. as he brought nate away from the girl, he gave her an apologetic look, hoping that she wasn't offended by his rude remark, though deep down he was almost peeing in his pants for saying it so bluntly.

there was something about being with nate that made steele act like a complete idiot. it was nice every once in awhile to do that though, instead of being the plain, old boring steele he was. all steele could do was laugh at nate's mood changes. from going from pouty, to sick, to happy, to oh my gosh, and back to happy. steele didn't even get a chance to come up with a good comeback to nate as nate jumped onto him. this was so sudden, it brought steele back a few steps, but fortunately for him, nate was light enough for steele to hold. not that he had much of a choice, the boy just jumped onto him and clung to his back, so even if he did manage to get nate's arms off his neck, there was still a problem with his legs squishing his torso. so nate reacted a bit differently than steele would have thought when he told him he had missed him, which shouldn't have surprised steele at all, nate was always full of surprises. but then the cameras went off again. steele sighed, "great, just another photo i'm going to have to explain to the media." he said as he was finally free from nate's clutches, though he didn't mind it too much to have nate's body so close to his. 'snap out of it steele,' he thought as he watched his friend start dancing to lady gaga.

pretending to play mad at nate for being photographed, steele stood there, watching nate dance to the song, holding back the laughter and the will to join in. then steele heard that annoying whining sound from nate asking him to get him off the floor. steele sighed, unwillingly grabbed hold of his friend's arms and hoisted him up to his feet. surprisingly he managed to get the boy back on his feet without falling down himself and landing on nate. not that was a picture he was going to have to explain to the media, why he was ontop of another boy. knowing steele's strength and his usual clumsiness, things like that happened to him all the time, he was surprised he wasn't kicked out of the band for giving them so much negative publicity.

just when steele thought the embarrassment was over, poker face came on by lady gaga and nate started to dance another time. this time, he was holding steele's hands, pretending as if steele was dancing with him. though poker face was one of his favorite songs by lady gaga, he was laughing too hard at nate's dancing to think about dancing with him. he was at work after all, he was supposed to act professional, but he looked pretty stupid standing there while having his arms controlled by nate. when nate shimmied down to the floor, steele was being pulled to follow him. well, this wasn't entirely how steele imagined the two of them together with nate doing such vulgar movements with his lower torso and butt - not that steele's ever imagined that!

finally the awkwardness was over as steele was relieved from nate's hands as they grabbed onto some random girl. steele had seen a lot of things coming, but he hadn't seen this coming. truth be told, this made him even more jealous then nate's shameless flirting, if that's what he called it, with the girl with the camera. as he watched the girl grinding on nate, he was laughing to hard to be mad or jealous. the girl was okay looking, but steele knew he was much better looking than her. "oh really?! you could've fooled me." steele spat to the girl, letting his jealousy get to him. he put on a smile just in time for the girl to turn around and grabbed hold of steele's waist, moving his hips with hers as she started to grind with him. though as much as steele wanted out of this, he finally gave in, knowing that neither of them would let him sit out. and he had to admit, this was pretty nice like nate said, though he wasn't imagining her doing it, but a guy doing it.

tagg; nate (for now)
word count: 882
lyric credit: kiss my sass by cobra starship
outfit: look at the photo or read the post !
muse: still strong : )
notes: lol, wow this is one weird post
credit: BABY DARLING ! @ CAUTION 2.0

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[gaven ramirez]

DAMN YOU LOOK GOOD
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Gaven yawned, mouth wide open and limbs sprawled out across his bed haphazardly with his eyes still closed shut, still not quite awake. You'd have thought that the bright sun gleaming into his room (on the rays gleaming on his face, even) from the open window would have awake the guy, but he was quite the heavy sleeper. Lucky him, though maybe not really since it took his alarm clock set on loud and right next to his head to wake him up, of which he'd totally forgotten to set last night. Not the smartest move considering This Saturday had a photo shoot, oh well. It wasn't like he had to spend an hour on his hair or anything. Just take a quick shower, run his hands through his hair a bit, and take some hairspray to it. Lucky him it was easy to style.

He opened his eyes after about five more minutes and stared up at the ceiling, closing his rather dry mouth and licking his lips. It took him a moment to actually realize it was totally broad daylight and that he was more than likely running kind of late already, and when he finally did he slapped his right hand over his head as both a punishment and a wake up call to get himself out of sleep mode.

"Fuuucckk!" he yelled into his open palm as he forced himself into a sitting position. He dragged his hand down his face and plopped it on the bed, turning his head to look at the clock. "Shit, I'm already running 10 minutes late, and I just woke up." He complained to himself. Guess he'd be running a good half and hour late, this time. Hopefully he'd be able to pull himself together in twenty. He really didn't want to run any later, sure, it so wouldn't be the first time, but still, he didn't like being stared at. Or at least not in that way, or, well, considering his wardrobe, maybe he did. Whichever, he still didn't want to be later than he was already.

He pushed himself out of bed and shielded his eyes from the sun as he clumsily made his way toward his bathroom, snatching a towel from on top of his dresser as he passed it. He wandered into the bathroom and leaned his body on the sink with his hands as support, eyes closed and his head bowed, and shook his head back and forth to try and further shake the sleep away. He lifted his head and looked at himself in the mirror, making a disgusted face at himself, he looked filthy. He had hoped that maybe a shower wasn't necessary, but apparently that wasn't going to happen. He turned back around to face the shower and shook his arms out away from his body, sleep stuck to him like glue, before stripping and hopping in the shower.

After maybe six minutes or so, he hopped out, draping a towel around his waste as he shook his head, trying to rid as much water from his hair as he could. Sweet thing about having short hair, it dries crazy fast so you don't have to worry much about it. He walked back over to the mirror and shook his hands trough his hair, both kind of styling it and ridding it of some extra water that was still somewhat holding it down. He reached his hand up to the mirror and pulled on it, revealing a tiny cabinet behind his and snatched his amazing fold up tooth brush from it, flipping it open by jerking it down as he smeared a bit of tooth paste on it to brush his teeth. Hey, he had to keep them nice and white for the photo shoot, right? Right.

Finally, Gaven made his way back to his room, nice and clean and more or less almost ready to leave, sill having around eight minutes before his desired departure time. All he needed now was to choose his outfit for the day. But with his signature purple hoodie and the majority of his jeans downstairs in the washer, he wasn't one hundred percent sure what he could wear today.

He wandered over to his closet, still only wearing a towel folded on his waste, and peered in, searching around with his brown eyes for something appealing. Not that his whole closet wasn't appealing; it was bursting with color, though today it was rather bare. He seriously needed to do some laundry here soon. He was running out of clothes to wear. He was going to end up actually having to wear nothing but a towel pretty soon. And sadly, he probably would do just that if he were allowed. But as it was, most places have that "No shirt, no shoes, no service" policy. Though that did always make him wonder about the pants. Would they let him in if he went pants less? After all, it didn't say he needed them. Okay, yeah, probably not, but it was a constant thought whenever he seen those signs. His own inside joke with himself. Made him crack up and everyone stare, but he was used to it.

Gaven bit the inside of his cheek and scrunched up his face in thought as her pondered his selection. Well there was always his tank and shorts combination. Of course, hen he said shorts, he meant shorts. Short shorts. Honestly, he didn't know why he had them. But they were always a blast to wear when he wanted to be original and funny. Hey, actually, that seemed rather perfect. After all, he was going to a photo shoot. Why not dress silly for it?

Grinning, Gaven reached into his closet and pulled out the clothes. Damn, he was going to be the laughing stock of this photo shoot. Oh well, he really couldn't care less, plus, it was quite satisfying to see the looks on their faces. And besides that, Gaven was always making some sort of fashion statement. If they weren't used to it by now, then I guess they were out of luck.

He threw the shorts and a pair of boxers on his bed and walked over, shoving his tank on as he went. He dropped his towel and dressed fully, totally not caring that his window was open, but no one really looked in too much, so he didn't really care; well, unless there was some freaky fan girl, but oh well, still didn't make him care enough to close it. He was odd like that. But then again, This Saturday was known for their crazy selves. Even their roadie joined in, Nate Livingston. Of whom was Gaven's best friend. They were a riot together, that was for sure. But, then again, everyone in This Saturday was a riot together, but still. He had a feeling that if anyone, him and Nate would be the ones to drop their pants on stage; even if Nate wasn't an actual member, he'd might as well be, they invited him on stage a helluva lot.

Once he was fully dressed, he took another look over at the clock, four more minutes. And he hadn't even eaten yet. Shit, speaking of which, he brushed his teeth already. Oh well, he wasn't that hungry anyway. He'd just stop and get something on his way back home, or wherever he ventured next, after the photo shoot. Or if worse came to worse, he was sure there would be something to snack on at Rev.

He walked out of his room and down the hall, heading toward his door. He stopped and planted his body on the floor as he shoved his bare feet into a pair of shoes before standing back up again, yawning as he snatched his keys from the key rack. He stole one last look at the clock, two minutes. Yeah, he was going to be at least 40 minutes late, but oh well. He was sure he wasn't the only one, not to mention they probably hadn't even started anything important yet. Knowing them, they were still goofing off. But hopefully they weren't having too much fun without him. Gaven opened the door and stepped outside into the world, finally. He shut and locked the door behind him and looked over at his red convertible, grinning. Oh yeah, he was totally cool. Going to to his band's photo shoot not only 40 minutes late, but also in a tank top on short shorts. But hey, at least he was arriving in style.

He walked over to his car, unlocking it with his little remote a foot or so before he made it to the car, and open the door, sliding inside as he lowered it's top. He took a sideways glance at the passenger's seat, catching a glimpse of one of his many pairs of colorful sunglasses. These one's just so happened to be purple. Grinning, she snatched them up and put them on before jamming his key into the ignition and starting up the engine, backing out of his driveway and finally heading off to the studio. He wondered what people would say first. "Where the fuck have you been?" or "What in hell's name are you wearing?!" The thought made him chuckle and as drove down the road, trying to keep with the speed limit, but still going just a bit over the top to keep himself from being too late.

Finally, he made it to Revolution's parking lot. He circled it a couple times for a close up space, but instead settled for a rather distant one. Oh well, guess that gave any stalking paparazzi a couple extra minutes to snap some shots of his ridiculous outfit, not that he cared, of course, but whatever. He made his way up to the door and pushed it open, still grinning as he walked inside. Though the music he heard made him stop and question whether he should go any further. Was that Lady Gaga? Oh hell, it was. And if he had to guess who'd ipod that was coming from, he'd have to assume it was Nate's. That guy was crazy, but hey, that's what he loved him. In a non gay way, of course, he was his best friend.

He laughed a little before making his way toward the source of the music, hearing the laughter as he got closer. Louder and louder, damn, what were they doing? Booty dancing or something? Finally, he entered the room, stopping at staring as he watched his friends grinding and, of course, booty dancing to Lady Gaga. "Awh, man. You're not supposed to start the party 'till I'm heree!" he whined, chuckling as he made his way to the group and draped an arm over Nate's shoulder. "Well, I suppose I can still make it better," he grinned, giving him a wink.

He glanced over at Steele and the chick and gave them both a big grin, "So what do ya think?" he said through a grin, referring to his choice of outfit. His long, slightly harry legs bare and obvious with his short shorts. "I think it might be a new fashion trend." he glanced over to his side at Nate, arm still draped over his shoulder, "I mean, what's sexier than a man showing off his legs, you know?" he joked, dropping his hand back to his side so he could face is friends, "Make the ladies go crazy." he laughed, giving the girl a wink as he looked back over at Nate again. "So I take it that's your ipod plugged into the speakers over there blaring Lady Gaga, am I right?" he chuckled, obviously it was. He was a crazy guy. But then again, so was Gaven, and his fashion sense proved it. He was always some kind of neon light, today he just so happened to be a neon light that showed a lot of skin, but hey, at least he wasn't afraid to be himself, I guess, right?

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tagged Steele and Nate!
credit ME.
word 2002
currently complete!
lyric Damn You Look Good and I'm Drunk by Cobra Starship
wearing picture. nothing can pwn Gaven's amazing fashion sense, mannn.
location rev photography studio
notes no... I honestly don't know how I managed all of this D:

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Nate leaned forward, whispering in the girl's ear to go dance with Steele, and she obeyed. Nate bounced off with a wide grin, grabbing people and dragging them in, cranking up the music. One girl protested that she didn't know how to dance, so he held up his arms, squatted down, and started humping the air in time, before becoming more serious and standing behind her, moving her hips "Just let the music take over, kinda. It's not hard; you just move your hips in time."

"I-I have terrible rhythm," the girl protested, pulling away, but Nate dragged her into it again. "That's why you've got the music to keep it for you." Finally, he got her dancing, and stepped away, grinning and applauding; a few of her coworkers hooted and cheered her on. He imitated some uptight applause, raising his hands and tapping the fingers of one against his other palm. He grinned, then turned away, walking towards one woman, who gave him an evil glare. He stopped as if his collar had been grabbed and yanked back, wearing a grimacing widely as he turned in mid-air and allowed his legs to catch up with the rest of his body. "Anyway..." Some people just did not appreciate having fun.

Instead, he danced his way over to observe the set. They had a sturdy-looking structure erected. He called over the photographer from earlier, who approachd but glared. He held up his hands defensively, "Hey, I'm not asking to get in your pants. Promise. I'm just wondering what you're... Doing here." It looked like the sides of the stages at Warped Tour or something, the kind that you could climb easily... And it gave him an idea. She wandered over to it with him, telling him that the idea was for them to "Be as crazy as possible; this is just to look like an entrance of sorts."

"An entrance to... What? A stage?"

"Well, more like to- oh!" He ignored what she said, jumping up and grabbing some of the bars, scaling the thing like a ladder, getting all the way to the top and hanging in the corner, holding onto the top with one hand and perching easily yet precariously on the side.

"Awh, man. You're not supposed to start the party 'till I'm heree!" Nate turned in surprise towards the entrance, twisting around backwards. "Oh, shit, Gaven! H- Fuck!" He lost his grip with his feet on the side, since he was in such an awkward position, his hands slipping as well. He grabbed for the top bars a few times, and then fell, landing on the blue protective mat below him; it wasn't that soft, but it was somewhat of a padding, and kept him from seriously hurting himself. He landed, his head hitting the floor and bouncing up. "Ow! Aw, fuck," he pouted, climbing to his feet, perfectly fine; he'd be over it in, oh, about ten seconds.

Gaven walked over, draping his arm over his shoulder, and Nate grinned brilliantly. "Pshh, better? The only reason your parties are cool is 'cause I'm there," he joked.

"I think it might be a new fashion trend." He grinned over at Gaven, giving him a once-over. "Psh, more like the boys sweetie... Take me now!" he called out, grabbing a fistful of the front of Gaven's shirt, suddenly hanging onto him like some sort of obsessed fangirl. He released it rather quickly though, straightening to show off his huge grin, moving away and holding his arms up, swaying his hips from side to side in time with the music, pushing his lips out in a playful pout.

"Boy, 'o course dat's mah iPod," he said, feigning "gangsta" for a moment before returning to his usual voice. He stopped dancing and slung his arm over Steele's shoulders, stealing Gaven's move. "You know, I even got Steelie here dancing. Don't doubt the Lady Gaga." He grinned brilliantly back at him... And the music cut off. He removed his arm from around Steele, turning to see the culprit -- and saw the lady with the death glare holding his iPod, and the cord that connected it to the computer... It was unplugged.

"We've got work to do, people. Don't let this boy distract you." She walked up to Nate, who deflated slightly. "That was... That was my music... And everyone was just having fun." The woman glared, but this time he grinned back. She sighed, adjusted her glasses, and said, "However childish you might be, you have a nice face-"

"Thank you," Nate interjected with a nod of his head, and she continued without stopping, as if he'd never spoken.

"And the right attitude for this shot, so go into makeup with your friend from the band. Now." She shoved the iPod at his chest, and he grabbed at it, holding it there but taking a step back... And tripped over Joni. "Shit, Joni... Er, your new name's Sebastian," he added, climbing back to his feet just as some bossy people arrived to shove him and Gaven off to makeup.

They pulled him into the dressing room and shoved him down in a chair, immediately setting to work on his hair, grabbing a squirt bottle. He ducked down quickly, but was rather forcefully pushed back in the chair by another girl, whom he flashed a mischevious grin. "Come now, I like it when it's rough." She backed off, disgusted, and the other girl squirted his hair. "Oi! Hey now! I spent time on this hair!"

"Really? It doesn't look it," the girl replied cooly, and he deflated, sinking into the chair and pouting, crossing his arms as they set to work. They went through the same thing as they had with Steele; however, they only pinned his hair back instead of curling it while they applied makeup. "Ew. This just feels... Weird." he complained, but the girl hushed him and told him to stop talking. "Oooh, commanding, I like- okay, okay, nevermind." She'd held up a squirt bottle threatenly, and, even though his hair had gone to shit from the way he'd had it anyway, he still shrank away from it. She finished the makeup, let down his hair, which he shook out, and pulled him to his feet. She walked him over to another chair, sat him down, replacing him with Gaven; apparently, there wasn't much that could be done with his hair, so they just sat moved Nate to his spot instead. His hair was meticulously straightened until it was absolutely perfect, and then the girl attacked him with hairspray, until it looked messy... Yet way cooler than he could ever get it. He pouted for a moment, then suddenly sprung to his feet.

"Dude, guys! Look! I'm hot! I mean... Hotter than usual, of course," he said, winking.

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