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Post by Wyatt Matthews on Nov 26, 2006 12:27:08 GMT -5
&&It's rollin', rollin', rolling.
"Turn here, turn here!" shouted Cecile Matthews as she bounced up and down in her seat. Wyatt rolled his eyes at his mom and then looked at his dad, Gary, as he turned into the school parking lot. Wyatt grabbed his backpack off the floor of the car and hoisted it up next to him, slipping it onto his back and adjusting his shirt, brushing off his pants, and slowly petting his hair.
"Let's get out with him," Cecile shrieked as she reached for the handle on the BMW door. Wyatt sat there, still, staring at his mom's cat claw fingernails with the French white tips and the red rose design. Wyatt shook his head, his hair dancing across his forehead and then resting still when he stopped.
"No mom, no," Wyatt said, reaching next to the seat and taking his mom's hand, giving her a look of disapproval. She jerked her palm away and then made a hissing sound, as if warning Wyatt that she was getting ticked off at him. Wyatt rolled his eyes and relaxed, feeling the car stop. Cecile again reached for the door and opened it, getting out and tugging on her skirt, lifting her hands, and then messing with her platinum blonde hair, which was loaded with hairspray to make it stand up and stay curly.
"Cecile, come here now darling. Let our boy go out on his own," Gary said, reaching out for his wife with a crinkly old hand. Wyatt's dad wasn't old at all, but he was so busy and so pressured all the time that he was aging prematurely. Cecile turned on her prada heels and eyed him suspiciously.
"Don't call me darling now Gary. Our boy needs his mother. You can see it in his eyes. He's terrified. It's his first time going to a...a...an academy," Cecile bit her lip and looked over the school. Wyatt attended elementary school and then was sent to a private Christian school until his sophmore year of high school. Then he came and was home schooled and now was attending another school other than the 'oh so great' Christian school.
"Mom, it's fine. I'm fine. Just get back in the car and-" Wyatt was cut off when Cecile pushed his shoulder and walked, striaght with her head up high, into the school. When she reached the door way she called out in her high pitch voice...
"Wy! Hurry now honey! You don't want to be late, smoothchy poo!"
Wyatt sighed and walked in, passing his mom without a word and then dashing off without her. Cecile couldn't keep up because of her high heels, but she waved goodbye and then called out...
"Did you put on clean undies this morning sweety?"
Wyatt waved his hand in the air and turned a corner, coming out into the school lawns and looking out at all the people. Maybe he'd spot one of his friends that he had met in the previous days. He turned and saw his mom traveling back to the car, her hair was a dead give away that it was her, and he let out a sigh of relief and sat down, relaxing. |
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Post by Breezy Morgan on Nov 26, 2006 12:54:04 GMT -5
. If you see how much your hurting her .
A small smile spread across Breezy's face as she watched the ordeal with Wyatt and his mother. She covered her mouth, trying desperately not to laugh out loud. It seemed to take awhile, but eventually his mother left, Wyatt sitting out on the lawns. She smiled pushing herself off of the wall where she had been leaning, and started out across the lawns.
She wore some long jeans, a pair of black, all star converse high tops peeking out from beneath the lengthy pants. A dark teal tanktop was covering most of the lime green one beneath, the shirts matching her choice of earrings. And, to top it off, she was wearing her bright, snug fit orange jacket, zipped halfway up. A mailbag style purse bounced on her hip as she plopped down next to him
"Heya smoothchy poo!"
. I don’t know how you can still look her in the eyes . |
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Post by Wyatt Matthews on Nov 26, 2006 13:43:06 GMT -5
&&You want to know the whole story?
Wyatt leaned his head back and took another sigh of relief and then jumped as he heard someone plop down next to him. At random times, he did that to people. Now they were doing it to him? He turned to see who it was, and it was none other than Breezy Morgan, one of his best friends.
"Heya smoothchy poo!"
Wyatt let out a laugh. "Haha. Very funny," but it wasn't. Why did Cecile have to do that everytime he went somewhere?! Why did he have to be the made fun of guy and the guy with the cutesie nicknames from his mom? Wyatt laughed a bit and then looked Breezy over. "Nice outfit," he said, complementing her style, which wasn't something he cared too much about himself. It wasn't obvious though. You could hardly tell that he didn't like his blue faded "Beatles" t-shirt, his baggy dark blue jeans, and his black all star converses with the hightops and dark blue strings. And then, he had a black jacket that said "Italian" across the front and was split apart by his zipper. Very stylish? Pretty much a yes.
"So, what's up?" Wyatt asked, his normal opening of a conversation technique. Of course, everyone used that line whenever they were talking to someone, so he had no use to start out with that. But, that was just instinct, since he wanted to get to talking...with anyone but his mom. What was with her and her pet names? She didn't realize how embarrasing it must have been to walk into school with a lady who obviously had a face lift, covered in makeup, three feet tall hair, and prada six inch heels. And, to top it all off, she shouted his pet name...in front of his possibly new friends.
"There goes another year down the toilet," Wyatt said aloud on accident. |
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Post by Amy Rider on Nov 26, 2006 13:57:01 GMT -5
&&._it'slikethat.
Amy smiled at the whole ordeal between Wyatt, her ex, and his mother. She walked over to her best friend, Breezy Morgan. Amy was wearing a short jean skirt and black, tight t-shirt, with the words 'Cross My Heart, Hope You Die' on her shirt in pink letters with a heart on it. She smiled to Wyatt and motioned for a hug.
"Hey, guys. What's up?" She asked, smiling a bright smile. She had blue eyeshadow on. Her lipstick was a pink shade. She did look good, but she wasn't trying to impress anyone... or was she? Had she seen her crush and then got dressed up and came down here like this... or did she? Who knows but herself?
She looked at Breezy and hugged her. "Hey, I like your shirt. And earrings. And shoes. And pants." She laughed. Statements like these were the kid in her. She showed it ever so often. And, she didn't care who liked it or who didn't... except for him.
She had dangly, diamond earrings on. They shimmered in the light and looked quite dazzling to say the most. It accented her eyes and made them shine brightly. No one could miss them. Earrings made for a great outfit. |
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Post by Breezy Morgan on Nov 26, 2006 14:07:12 GMT -5
. I'm just so scared. I'm afraid one day you're gonna realize how amazing you really are .
"Awe, come on! It's not that bad. Everyone has a ridiculous mom, don't let a pet name or two ruin your first day!" she said smiling.
She raised her eyebrow at the suggestion of her outfit ebing 'nice'. "Oh, I know" she said, her voice heavy in sarcasm. "It's it beautiful" she remarked, rolling her eyes in a playful manner. "Nice converse, by the way", she said, smiling and stretching her leg out until their feet were side by side. His was considerably larger.
Her lengthy bangs fell into her eyes, but she did not bother to move them away, she was used to it by now; though it did bother alot of people. She'd even had a complete stranger reach out and move them out of her eyes. Said it was one of their pet peeves, or something. Kinda freaky.
"Not much, actually. Still stuck in the dorms, but I'm planning on getting an apartment real soon. I gotta job at Moe's too, but I am considering quitting; maybe working somewhere where I don't have to be up so d**n early-"
And, about this point she was hugged from behind. She looked up when she was released and smiled up at Amy, noticing how oddly flashy she was today but not saying anything. Maybe she wanted to look fabulous for her first day at this school. But, Breezy wasn't very concerned. She had her friends, and was making more, but never felt she had to look special for them. Looking flashy made her nervous, not to mention abit less self confident then she already was.
"Hey gorgeous" she said, jokingly. "Nice outfit. And earrings. You look fabulous.. darling" she added, smiling.
. then you're gonna look at me and say What am I doing with her? . |
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Post by Wyatt Matthews on Nov 26, 2006 15:02:23 GMT -5
&&It's not the end of the world.
"Awe, come on! It's not that bad. Everyone has a ridiculous mom, don't let a pet name or two ruin your first day!"
"Not you. I didn't see your mom dropping you off," Wyatt sighed, looking at his converses and laughing when Breezy pushed them up against her own, noticing that her feet were quite smaller than his own.
"Oh, I know. It's it beautiful. Nice converse, by the way."
Wyatt laughed a bit. "I was serious. Stand out. Be shout-ful," he looked her over once more and then looked behind Breezy just in time to see...
"Hey, guys. What's up?"
That voice hit Wyatt like a ton of bricks. She was making it so much worse that she was all dolled up. Hopefully, Wyatt hoped, that she wasn't just dressed up for him and that she did this often. That wouldn't be too great. "Uh, nothing much really. Just listening to Breezy," Wyatt replied.
"Not much, actually. Still stuck in the dorms, but I'm planning on getting an apartment real soon. I gotta job at Moe's too, but I am considering quitting; maybe working somewhere where I don't have to be up so d**n early-"
"Don't just quit because you wake up early," Wyatt said as he watched the two hug and he too extended his arms for a hug from both of them. "Besides, if you quit...where am I gonna get free coffee?" Wyatt joked. |
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Post by Breezy Morgan on Nov 26, 2006 18:20:38 GMT -5
. you're going to look at what all the other guys have .
Breezy smiled, hugging him tight when he reached out for one. "Yea, well, my mom is still down in B.F.E- but if she was here I'd be her baby cupcake muffin or something." she said, jokingly, smiling."
"Oh, now I'm shoutful am I?" she said, laughing as she spoke. With his next comment, she frowned in a pretend-hurt fashion. "You make me sound like a teacher or something!"
"You are so wrong.. I don't even get free coffee! All I get is a stinking discount." she said. "You should get a job there too, cause then we could combine discounts. It'd only be like ten cents a mug then.." she said, trailing off in a rather dotty way.
. and realize how badly i compare . |
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Post by Amy Rider on Nov 26, 2006 18:45:58 GMT -5
&&._i'mreadytohaveaparty.
Nice outfit. And earrings. You look fabulous.. darling.
Amy smiled at her compliment. "Thanks." She chuckled. "So, what did I miss?" She asked, wanting to know of their conversation. Eh, she was curious about everything. Always had been. Other than her mouth, curiosity also got her in trouble.
"Man, I'm glad I caught up with you two." She said. She looked over at Wyatt. "So, Wyatt, have you met any interesting people?" She asked, smiling as usual. It wasn't a special smile, it was like the ones she always threw at people. She figured not to get all caught up over him.
She looked back, over her shoulder, as she heard yelling. It was the football players playing football... what else? She turned her gaze back to Breezy and Wyatt. |
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Post by Wyatt Matthews on Nov 26, 2006 19:47:55 GMT -5
&&I had to shutup.
"Yea, well, my mom is still down in B.F.E- but if she was here I'd be her baby cupcake muffin or something."
Wyatt let out a chuckle. "Sucks for you then," he laughed again. But atleast it wasn't as bad as some of his other nicknames...And those would not be mentioned during the time being.
"Oh, now I'm shoutful am I? You make me sound like a teacher or something!"
Wyatt shook his head. "Well, shoutful's a good thing. You're not a teacher, you're just different. Different in a good way, not a bad way. I know where you'll go with this Breezy. I'm not as stupid as I once was," Wyatt laughed a bit.
"You are so wrong.. I don't even get free coffee! All I get is a stinking discount. You should get a job there too, cause then we could combine discounts. It'd only be like ten cents a mug then.."
Wyatt smiled, shrugging. "I need a job. Something to roll in a little extra cash. With the way things are going for me, it seems like smooth sailing, but that's all totally wrong, you know?" Wyatt shrugged again. "Don't you both work there or something?"
"So, what did I miss?"
"Eh, you didn't miss anything. We've just been talking here about Breezy's job and my nicknames. Wow, we're a bit retarded, but we have a conversation going. You joined in at just the right point too. We were comparing converses!" Wyatt proclaimed, rather loudly and then chuckled to himself. He liked to talk, and since it was one of his better points, that just made life a whole lot easier for him.
"Man, I'm glad I caught up with you two. So, Wyatt, have you met any interesting people?"
Wyatt looked at the two of them. "Yeah, for the most part. I'm actually happy I got out of Conneticut. It was pretty much the most boring place on planet Earth," Wyatt sighed, letting out his relief and then running a tan hand through his dark hair. He blinked his hazel eyes and then turned to the girls. "You two, so far, are the coolist." |
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Post by Breezy Morgan on Nov 26, 2006 19:58:05 GMT -5
. love or leave me, but whatever you do .
Breezy smiled to herself, but rolled her eyes none the less. "What do you take us for, a big pushover?" she said, jokingly."Naw, just kidding. You're the coolest too" she said, smiling, and giving him a side hug to back up her words. "And Different is a nice way of telling me that I am weird. Thanks for that." she said, raising an eyebrow and trying to make herself sound serious. She couldn't. A moment later she was laughing again.
Breezy shrugged. "The only other person I know is Jack, I just met her. And some guy, I think you know him. Ditto or something, I dun know" she said, shruggin again.
. please don't lead me on . |
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Post by Wyatt Matthews on Nov 27, 2006 16:44:26 GMT -5
&&Why Don't I Quit While I'm Ahead?
"What do you take us for, a big pushover? Naw, just kidding. You're the coolest too."
Wyatt shrugged. "Sure I am, sure," he laughed a little and then hugged Breezy back, sideways of course, and he struggled not to bop her in the back of the head. He laughed a bit and then put his hands back next to him and then looked at the other girls.
"And Different is a nice way of telling me that I am weird. Thanks for that."
Wyatt laughed a bit. "You know I didn't mean it like that. Different is a good thing. Weird's a good thing. And you know I'm sucky at using words!" Wyatt said, laughing some more. He watched as Breezy's serious face became her hilarious face and Wyatt laughed again.
"I'm weird too, so yeah, don't worry about it. Oh, and to make it even better, then Amy's weird too! No offence of course, Amy. Or no offence to you too Breezy. I take offence I guess because I was talking about myself and it's just crazy the way I keep rambling..." Wyatt stopped himself while he was ahead.
"Why don't I just shut up?" he asked himself as he shook his head. |
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Post by Holly Marie Zimmerman on Nov 27, 2006 18:10:26 GMT -5
Holly was wearing a short denim skirt that swung low on her hips so you could see the tattoo she had on the small of her back. And a pink tank v-neck that showed just the right amount of cleverlege. she had on pink flip flops on since she loved them will like all her heart and they were just too cute to not wear. She just got done with her English class and needed a wake-up call so she grabbed a frappchino from the cafeteria and made her way outside.
It was windy and her blonde curly hair flew all over the place. She sighed and tried to tame it a little running her hands thru it every so often. She looked around to see who she could possibly talk to today, since it was incredibly boring so far for her.
She saw Wyatt and Breezy someplace and smiled a little and walked up to them “Hello guys” She said with a huge smile on her face that totally hid her tiredness but the yawn she had didn’t. She sat down besides them “So why should Wyatt shut up?” She asked only hearing the last part of their conversation.
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Post by Wyatt Matthews on Nov 27, 2006 18:26:49 GMT -5
&&That's The Way It Rolls...
“Hello guys. So why should Wyatt shut up?”
Wyatt sighed and then looked up, a smile coming across his face again. He was tired, he had to admit, but he was okay with talking. "Yo," he said as Holly came over and said hi. He laughed a bit and then listened to her question.
"Oh God. That's just me being crazy again," Wyatt said and then he got quiet and looked around at all the people around them. Couples, emos, teachers, and such. He laughed a bit and then turned to look at Holly again.
"I was just talking about nothing, so I told myself I should shut up. I've already pretty much told Breezy that she's weird and I announced that I am...Then I said that Amy was too. So I pretty much screwed up this conversation and I should shut up again," Wyatt was realizing that he was again rambling and he stopped talking. He then just looked at the two other girls and then laughed some more. "No offence again." |
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Post by Holly Marie Zimmerman on Nov 27, 2006 18:33:49 GMT -5
Holly sat down and made sure none of her bear legs were touching the grass before something went up her skirt and looked over at Wyatt and the others with a smile as she took a sip of her frap and listened to Wyatt ramble on and on again.
“Oh well yea that is pretty offensive” She said “But Wyatt we all know you’re the weirdest one in this group” She said with a small giggle. “But yea I knew I was weird a long time ago so its just like whatever now” She said with a shrug.
She looked around at the different kind of kids, she knew most of them and she got along with most people here. She was a particularly ‘friendly’ person when she wanted to be especially to boys. She quickly snapped out of her thoughts and taking the smirk that was on her face off.
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Post by Wyatt Matthews on Nov 27, 2006 18:41:06 GMT -5
&&It's Like Whoa-There
“Oh well yea that is pretty offensive. But Wyatt we all know you’re the weirdest one in this group”
Wyatt rolled his eyes and then chuckled. He shrugged then and watched her sit down with a slight smile on his face and the smirk on hers. "It's not offensive if you know that you were weird to begin with. We're all weird, but now-a-days, who isn't? Seriously?" Wyatt lifted his arms in a shrug and then laughed again, since he was clearly in the laughing mood.
“But yea I knew I was weird a long time ago so its just like whatever now”
"Well, that's good if you knew it ahead of time. Life's so much easier if you know who you really, truely are! And I know that you are really, truely, insane," he laughed, finishing off his joke and then stopped. "Just kidding," he said. |
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