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Post by nathan livingston on Jul 13, 2009 0:36:20 GMT -5
  T H E Y S A Y T H A T K I D H E ' S G O T S O U L[/color] I ' M E V E R Y W H E R E T H A T Y O U G O[/color] A N D E V E R Y T H I N G Y O U C A N ' T F O R G E T[/color] [/font][/center]
Nate shoved the last of his clothes into his duffell bag... A rather large, overstuffed duffell bag. He stared at it, hands on his hips. "...Shit." He sighed, picked it up, and slung it over his shoulder, immediately wincing. His latest... "adventure" with Steele had left him rather... Sore. Sore, as in his back was all kinds of jacked up and scratched up enough that some of the scratches scabbed, and he had numerous hickies around his body. It actually kind of hurt, but to be totally honest... He was completely fine with that. He'd just never known that Steele had such a pair of claws on him.
He shrugged the bag into a more comfortable position - or, rather, tried to, because it quite frankly hurt either way - and headed out of his room and into his bathroom. He already had friends watching his dogs for him, and was officially ready to go... Aside from the fact that he had no idea how he was going to hide everything from Gaven... The two of them acted as gay as he really was, so it was kind of hard.
He dropped his bag and glanced at himself in the mirror, turning his head and lifting up the back of his hair, grimacing. Ouch. It looked about as bad as it felt; the area was slightly swollen and bruised, black from being sucked on. He winced, moved his hair back into place, and sighed - this was going to be harder than he thought.
He turned and walked out of his house, throwing his huge duffell bag into the back of his car; man, the people on the train were going to have fun with him. Not like he cared. He'd probably be a little dick about it and make it even worse just so he and Gaven could share a laugh. He grinned at the idea of this and climbed into his car, driving for the closest London Underground station.
As usual, he cranked up the stereo to Lady Gaga (It was actually a mix CD) and began bobbing his head in time, roling down his window. 3OH!3 came on after that, and he jammed along just as easily, beating one of his hands on the steering wheel and singing along as well as he could to rap. By the time he reached the station, he had gone through half of his CD and was in a pretty bright mood. He paid for parking, grabbed his bag, and headed to the entrance of the station, where he was supposed to meet Gaven, boucning on his feet and whistling, leaving his mp3 player in his pocket.
Gaven showed up, and he dropped his bag, launching himself at his best friend like some kind of excited fan girl (of which he was sure Gaven had dealt with, considering he had and he was just a roadie...) and jumped on him in much a similar way he had with Steele, clamping his legs around him and wrapping his arms around his neck. "Hey, you're late!" he announced brightly, popping down and grabbing his bag, slinging it over his shoulder while simultaneously pulling a pair of sunglasses from his pocket; he slid them on easily, grinning brilliantly over at Gaven.
He turned, took a step, and ran right into someone carrying a briefcase... And coffee. "Aww, fuck!" he whined loudly, pulling out his shirt, the bottom of which was splattered with coffee. "Ugh, I have to find my blue hoodie now... Ugh, one sec," he said, holding up one finger and unzipping his bag... Which practically exploded. He stuffed everthing back in, digging through it fruitfully. "I know where it's at, I swear, just lemme find it..."
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[/b] lmfao, I love Nate. xD Tags:[/b] Gay-ven! Word Count:[/b] 618 - would be longer/better, but I need to get my ass to bed. xD Outfit:[/b] in piccc Location:[/b] London Undergroundd Banner Credit:[/b] LANA, FER SURE! ;D[/font] Template Credit:[/b] MAKE A SCENE HANNA ! OF CAUTION TWO POINT OH![/font] [/left] [/size] |
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Post by gaven ramirez on Jul 13, 2009 22:34:54 GMT -5
  WHY DO I DRESS LIKE THIS
» I M T O O S E X Y F O R M Y H A I R «
Gaven plopped himself on his floor, legs spread and bent with his feet touching, as he sorted through a pile of clothes for something to pack into his backpack. Nate and him were going to take a little trip to Germany before the tour started. I mean, hey, why not? He picked out a few random shirts, a couple pairs of colored skinny jeans, and he didn't even have to pack his well known yellow belt; he was wearing it. But then again, when wasn't he? Hardly ever, Same with his purple hoodie, but he actually wasn't wearing it right now, this time. However, he did pack it. Jamming it into his already full backpack, of which was crammed with little snacks, his oh so amazing fold up toothbrush, a couple monster energy drinks, clothes, and probably a few other random assortments.
Finally, he finished and zipped it closed, struggling along the top as it caught one of his shirts (though luckily it didn't rip, he would have been majorly pissed had that happened). Once that was taken care of, he stood and slung the pack over his shoulder and walked into the bathroom to look in the mirror for a second. He had on black skinny jeans, a whit tee shirt, and a button up, plaid long sleeve shirt on, as well as two jackets. An electric blue colored hoodie and a simple gray jacket. Now, you may be wondering how he could even breathe in that; well, in all honesty, he doesn't know either.
He turned to leave the room, however noticed his black hat hanging on the rack behind his bathroom door. Grinning, he grasped it and threw it on in the mirror. He couldn't resist, he had a thing for hats, no denying. He walked out of the bathroom and walked into his living room, snatching his ipod off the coffee table, rapping the yellow headphones attached to it around his neck and jammed one in his ear before walking toward the front door.
He snatched his keys off the rack and twirled them around his finger as he opened the door, looking back a second to check on his boa, Boomer. Of whom was curled inside his tank under the heater light. No surprise there. He'd gotten a friend to look after him while he was gone last night, thankfully. But it wasn't like he was that much to look after. Feed him, water him, make sure his lamp was on, the works. He was a easy pet, usually. Girls tended to dislike the thing, especially when he got out, but oh well.
He exited his house and hopped into his car, jamming his keys into the ignition and started the engine before pulling out and heading for the London Underground, arriving in around twenty minutes or so. He entered the parking lot, parked, and exited his car, shutting off the engine and locked it as he made his way to the area he and Nate had decided upon as a meeting area.
Gaven gave a wide grin as he spotted Nate bounding toward him, stumbling back a little as he leaped on him. He wrapped his arms around his back and laughed, "No way, you're just early," he winked, laughing as Nate whipped on a pair of sunglasses, however that simple laugh turned into an outright laughing fit as Nate bumped into some guy with coffee, spilling in all over his shirt.
He clutched his stomach and bent over in his fit, only laughing harder as Nate cursed and dug through his bag. "Well, I don't know where you expect to change out of that, the bathroom's way down that a way," he chuckled after he'd gotten a better grip on himself, standing up straight again, shoving his thumb in the direction of the nearest bathroom.
"You might as well change out right here, man. I don't really think anyone will care," he teased, throwing his arm around Nate. He pulled his face in front of his, wearing a big grin as he took Nate's shirt in between his fingers and attempted to rip said shirt over his head, spinning his body around away from Nate and holding the shirt in the air triumphantly, wearing a smug grin on his face, which immediately turned into somewhat of a mock gawk as he noticed all the scratches and hickeys all over him.
"Dayum, Nate!" He said, giving him a look over, "Just what've you been up to?" he finished, chuckling as he threw the shirt on him, hardly noticing at first when a few people began to stop and watch.
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tagged NATENATENATE
credit ME.
word 767
currently complete!
lyric Freakin Freak by Dot Dot Curve :)
wearing picture. nothing can pwn Gaven's amazing fashion sense, mannn.
location london underground, yooo
notes hahaha, probably kind of lame, but oh well |D
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Post by nathan livingston on Jul 14, 2009 1:42:45 GMT -5
  T H E Y S A Y T H A T K I D H E ' S G O T S O U L[/color] I ' M E V E R Y W H E R E T H A T Y O U G O[/color] A N D E V E R Y T H I N G Y O U C A N ' T F O R G E T[/color] [/font][/center]
Nate laughed as he fell off of his best friend. "Or maybe you're just later than me. I'm pretty sure neither of us are ever on time." He winked, did his fancy turn where he put his glasses on, had the coffee spilt on him, and went digging through his bag.
...And Gaven, acting the way that they usually did, pulled off his shirt.
Of course, in his preparations that morning, he hadn't prepared for coffee to be thrown on his shirt, and for Gaven to yank it off. Therefore, the first thing to cross his mind was panic and the thought, "Oh, shit, Steele's gonna kill me..." Thankfully, however, Nate had a tendency to be bipolar and passed it off as surprise at having his shirt removed by Gaven, because suddenly he realized, "Shit, no one knows I'm gay."
He snatched the shirt from Gaven out of mid-air as it was tossed to him, raising his eyebrows. "Thanks, man. Tons. Really, I owe you one. Just wait 'till we get in the freezing cold in Germany... It's cold there, right?" He paused in his continued search through his bag to turn towards him as he asked the question, then shrugged, turning back to his bag. "But honestly, what can I say? Bitches grow some claws." He laughed, and pulled out a simple white shirt, shaking it out before he realized that he had cameras trained on them. Oh... That really wasn't something he wanted getting out; he wasn't sure how Steele would react, but... It probably wouldn't be in the best way.
"Oh, shit, party's over!" he announced, pulling the shirt on over his head. He grabbed a red hoodie that had spilled out and shrugged it on, followed by a black beanie that folded over in the back, since he had hathair; all his old clothes were shoved back into his bag along with the ones that had spilled out while he was looking for said clothes he'd pulled out.
He zipped the bag closed again and shrugged it over his shoulder, turning to Gaven and replacing his sunglasses. "Come on; it seems as if we've attracted paparazzi already." It was true; there were people with cameras gatheringa s it was, some with video cameras, some with regular cameras, and some with the fancy and obviously-paparazzi cameras. Great; he was going to have videos of this up online by that night. Effing amazing. Ah, well, he could deal with it.
He grinned, draped his arm over Gaven's shoulder, and strutted off for the train. By the time they were waiting for it, they had a small mass of people around them; they, however, patiently waited it out, acting as if nothing were wrong. The train arrived, and they stepped on... To a scream. Nate halted, surprised, and glanced around.
"O-oh my g-g-g-god... It's Gaven and Nate of This Saturday!" With the paparazzi crowding on behind them and the fans that recognized crowding towards them in front of them, things were beginning to get rather packed. Nate leaned over to Gaven and whispered, "You should have enough money by now to buy a private jet. You should indulge." He then turned to the fans, slung his bag onto the ground, and grabbed onto one of the support poles. "If I pole dance, will you guys not smush us to death? I got my lessons from Carmen Electra herself." He swung himself dramatically around one of them, and posed, hanging back from one of them. "I can even do her serious slash sexy look. Watch." He fixed a serious look on his face, and sat there, his hand on the pole the only thing keeping him from falling, his other hand placed dramatically and almost oddly on his waist.
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[/b] lmfao, I love Nate. xD Tags:[/b] Gay-ven! Word Count:[/b] 622 - epicfailplz? D= Outfit:[/b] in piccc Location:[/b] London Undergroundd Banner Credit:[/b] LANA, FER SURE! ;D[/font] Template Credit:[/b] MAKE A SCENE HANNA ! OF CAUTION TWO POINT OH![/font] [/left] [/size] |
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