Hot Patootie-CHRISTIAN

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[/color]ude wasn't really one for wasting time, but today was the first end of the school week that he had spent at Blackwood and he intended to enjoy it. It had been a hard week. Monday had been his first day and it wasn't exactly everything he had ever dreamed for himself. In short he had gotten detention for yelling at the cosmetology teacher for being a dumbass. The following days hadn't been much better. He had undergone at least three searches of himself and his belongings, and he hadn't even met his roommate yet, though he hoped that it wasn't one of those "level four" people. For the most part they seemed to be the scariest people in this mixed up place.

T[/color]he was a nice tree in the side yard of the school and Dude was stretched out comfortably beneath it. His oversized sunglasses covering most of his face and hiding whether or not he was sleeping to random passer-by's. His legs were crossed lazily and they bobbed lightly to the song that was stuck in his head, Don't Feel Like Dancing by the Scissor Sisters. It was an upbeat song and it made him happy when he heard their music in general. The shorts he was wearing were an appropriate length when he was standing up, but now that his legs were slightly elevated, more of his thigh than was normal for a male was showing. The oddest part was that he, from his head to his toes, was fairly tan.

I[/color]t was no secret that Dude had no shame, and sometimes he felt the need to show off his body quite unnecessarily. He worked hard on it and he was raised in a house-hold that didn't abide being self conscious. Plus he had made a pretty decent living selling his body, so he knew that he was at least a little warranted in being proud of it. Dude thought about the long goodbyes he had given and received when he found out that he was being sent to this place, and they were all by hookers and prostitutes. Quite entertaining.

D[/color]ude sighed and sat up so his back was against the tree, surveying his surroundings. There were some people back here, but not very many and it was a little boring. He started singing the song that he had been thinking about all day gently under his breath, noticing that the glasses on his face were riddled with spots. He leisurely cleaned them on the edge of his shirt eyes adjusting to the sudden brightness and darting around the area.[/size][/blockquote][/blockquote]

[christianwiess]

Christian smiled as he left the dorms and went to the grounds. When the final bell rang that afternoon, releasing the students for the weekend, he’d been swept up in the rush to get out of the school building as fast as possible to take advantage of every free minute. He’d hurried to the dorms, and after a cursory hello to his roommates, he’d shed the Blackwood uniform as fast as he’d been able, tossed a notebook into his bag, and grabbed his guitar case.

As he walked along, his well worn red All Stars squelched on the grass. He stood out amongst the students that were already congregating on the grounds. Many had changed into lighter clothes, showing their skin still holding onto a pale summer tans. Christian on the other hand was wearing one of his trade mark hoodies and dark jeans, his permanently pale skin mostly hidden away. He heard someone call his name, and shading his eye from the sun, he glanced around.

Should have grabbed my sunglasses He thought as he squinted his blue eyes against the glare. End of September and it was still bright and warm enough to make him miss the persistent rain that blanketed Vancouver in the fall and winter. He spotted a friend from Algebra, tossing a football around with a group of guys, inviting him over. Christian shook his head, declining the offer and continued walking. People never seemed to get the point, no matter how many times he turned down their offers to toss a ball around, shoot some hoops, or any other generically boring sport type activity, they always invited him anyways. Apparently people were unable to comprehend someone being completely sports challenged. He supposed he appreciated the effort to include him, but Christian was much more comfortable sitting in the shade with his guitar alone, or jamming with a few friends than he was sweating and panting in a pointless testosterone driven game.

He rounded the corner to the side yard, heading to one of his favourite spots to write. He had a few scattered around the school, little corners where he could work uninterrupted. The little grove of trees in the side yard was one of those spots. Despite the other kids milling around constantly, their leafy canopy was a perfect little bubble, which was why he could be found there often, seeking a private place to work on whatever song was banging in his head to get out.

He stopped mid stride, a small frown marring his face. Who the hell was that? Another student, a guy, wearing ridiculously short shorts and large sunglasses was sitting against his tree. Christian realized that logically, it was ridiculous to claim that the tree was his, but logic be damned, that tree was where he had come up with some of his best ideas. It was ludicrous, but true nonetheless. Granted there were other trees, and their trunks were just as solid, their shade just as cool. And yet he stood there, the temptation to go force the other boy to leave fighting against reason.

In the end, sound judgment won out. He wasn’t about to start something with a complete stranger over a tree. Aside from being ridiculous, it was also plain rude. And in a school like Blackwood’s, there was a good chance the stranger was a raging psychotic and rudeness would result in bodily harm. So instead, he resigned himself to picking another tree. He gently placed his guitar case on the ground and settled down as the guy, now across from him, sat up and took his sunglasses off. Christian smiled a little, reminding himself again not to be a dick because the other boy took his favoured spot. “ Hey.” he said casually, pulling his bag onto his lap to root out his notebook.[/size]