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Post by STEVEN PARKER on Apr 9, 2009 20:23:00 GMT -5
Steven had been messing around on his guitar when it struck. His stomach growled and he frowned his lip sticking out. Hed been so engrossed in his music that he had forgotten to eat. In fact the last time he had eaten was probably around two the day before. Really he needed to focus better, well at least when it came to eating. His mind was usually off moving from one place to the next or it was fixating on how relaxed and lazy he was. Then again its been a few days since hes even gotten the munchies. That was mostly because hes actually been busy and occupying his mind with other things.
Steven tried to ignore it again, wanting to finish what hed been working on, but it was starting to hurt. This just was not going to do. With frustrated sigh he set his guitar down and got up. He honestly had no idea what he was hungry for. He really had nothing to eat in his room. Maybe hed just run around town till he figured out which place he wanted to eat.
Grabbing his keys he locked the door, bopping out a song that played in his head. "hmm... mmm mm
I miss the stupid things
We'd go to sleep and then
You'd wake me up and kick me out of bed at 3 am
Pick up the phone and hear you saying dirty things to me
Do what you wanna do
What you wanna do
What you..
Take me with you
I start to miss you
Take me home
I don't wanna be alone tonight
And I hate to want to show you
I will run to you to you till I
Can't stand on my own anymore
I cross my heart and hope to die" he sang lightly. He seriously couldnt get that song out of his head, it was soo catchy and addicting. It was evil and yet... so awsome! Maybe everything that was evil was awsome, or was everything that was awsome evil. He was evil at times... and he was definitly awsome!
He smirked and shook his head amused by his thoughts. As he was leaving he was passing Peters door and without realizing it he was knocking on the door. Maybe he would come with him. He could totally use some Company.
Knocking he rocked back and forth on his heels. "Peeter!" he called out in a somewhat sing song voice. "Come answer the door my lovely boy and let me in. ' he grinned as he continued.
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Post by PETER WALKER on Apr 9, 2009 21:24:47 GMT -5
Flipping page after page, Peter read through some of the songs he had written previously. It was an old journal that he had gotten shortly before leaving home. He had needed some way back then to vent some of his built up emotions. Sometime during the night Peter had managed to fill in the last few lines of his journal with lyrics. For a while he had neglected the journal, figuring that the chapter of his life that had inspired it was over, but after everything that had been going on with Ashton, well, he felt like it had been reopened. He bit his lower lip, turning the page. Peter read over each word as if they were a surprise to him. Sometimes they were. He would wonder how he had ever written anything like that, but most of the time it was good to see the place he had been in at those points compared to where he felt he was at currently. When Peter came across a certain song he froze. Across the top of the page was the name, 'Beauty Aside'.
Another time, another line in a pointless song,
Blocking all thoughts, tuning out our lives.
Meeting sharper fantasies at the point of blunt knives,
Mm, exactly what we need to feel we belong.
Boy, it's the time that's against us.
Is the ultimate goal we have to reach
Another fucking lie meant to teach?
Something controls me, possibly lust,
Or maybe the beauty of casting aside
The rules of realization in which we abide.
The song was unfinished, but Peter had no real reason to finish it. There was a name hidden in the song. Peter knew what it was. His eyes followed the first letter of the first line, the second letter of the second line, and so on until the name Alex Turner was spelled out. Sometimes Peter wondered if things would have turned out any differently had things worked out any differently between himself and Alex. There were times that Peter really wished it had have worked out, but most of the time Peter was happy that he came to St. John's and met all of his awesome friends. He didn't think he would have lived much longer had he stayed at him. With each day Peter's father had only gotten worse and worse when it came to the daily beatings. It was something Peter expected, and it was the reason that there was no possibility of him graduating anyway. No- he was better off homeless and without money or a future.
Peter was thankful for the familiar voice that broke into his thoughts. Steven. He was glad to have another music fan around. Sometimes he would be a in a music mood and Taylor just couldn't keep up all that much. Closing the journal, Peter tossed it on his desk as he crawled off the bed. He shuffeled his feet toward the door, sporting a grin. "Sure thing, sweety!" He answered, trying to manage his usual chipper tone. Sweety was something that Peter called every one of his friends even though it probably didn't sound great for some of them. He still did it because it showed how much affection he really had for his friends. Peter pulled the door open and raised an eyebrow. "Um, you have a total of like ten seconds to get your ass in here and give me a hug before I go all tackle on your ass." He said with a joking laugh.
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Post by STEVEN PARKER on Apr 9, 2009 22:03:00 GMT -5
Steven tapped his fingers against his thighs, his fingers brushing against one of the tears that was in the worn jeans. One of many, but they were his favorite and extremely comfortable. Hed probably get to the point where he couldnt fit in them any more and still keep them.
"oh.. pete..' he said again though lower so it was nearly almost under his breath. Just as he was about to knock again he heard Peter. A grin slid across his face and he pushed his hair from off his face again. Steven was not bothered at all by Peter calling him sweety, it felt nice anyway. He was not against nicknames not even ones in that nature.
THe door was finally pulled open and there stood Pete. Steven laughed and practically pounced on him. You seriously was going to give me ten seconds? Thats like a decade man. You were standing two feet in front of me...' he laughed against him squeezing his whole body around him practically.
Steven finally pulled away and looked up at him. To be honest from a distance he always thought Peter was short, like him, but once he was next to him he knew that wasnt true. That didnt matter though Peter still had some of the best hugs ever and to be honest he was his favorite person to tackle. Sometimes he just tackled him for the hell of it. Steven didnt think he really needed an excuse, besides if Peter didnt like it he was sure he would have said by now.
"So hows my favorite musician doing?' he asked nudging him a bit with his arm. "can I come in? am I interrupting anything?" he asked with a raised brow.
Steven licked his lips a bit and then his stomach decided to let its presence known. He frowned and looked down rubbing his stomach through his shirt. STeve gave a small sigh and looked back up at Peter. "So I had a question...' he tilted his head just a bit. "you hungry?' he asked, "Because Im starving and I was about to go get something to eat. I figured Id see if you wanted to come. Have you eaten yet?' he asked, as a second thought, figuring it was going to be pointless. "If you have no worries, you could always keep me company. he grinned.
Then again the thought that maybe Peter might want to be alone or that he might be busy hadnt really factored in. He sometimes had a terrible way of just assuming everyone was ready to do whatever whenever he decided to. Its not that he was selfish or anything like that, he just didnt think brty thoroughly. "So, joe, whaddya say?'he grinned again.[ /sup]
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Post by PETER WALKER on Apr 9, 2009 22:57:10 GMT -5
Peter stumbled back a bit from the force of Steven's pounce. He was glad that he didn't have to get all the way to ten. It was nice to be hugged for once. For some reason it seemed like forever since he had recieved a hug from anyone. Cait and Taylor weren't around too much anymore and there was no way Peter would want to give Ashton another reason to say it was all about sex. Steven seemed like he was the answer to Peter's prayer. The tight hug was warm and every time Steven squeezed his body, Peter squeezed back. Peter was probably one of the most cuddly people on the premisis. He was the kind of guy that people just felt comfortable with touching and hugging. It was like his slightly feminine body frame just invited people in.
"Pish posh!" Peter exclaimed as Steven pulled away. "Ten seconds, a tenth of a second, two feet, two cenimeters... tomato tomahto, potato potahto..." He waved it off with a grin as if what he had just said made any sense whatsoever. Peter didn't even stop to think about it. Before he could think about it Steven had moved on. There was no point in going back to explain it. Besides, Steven had said weirder, Peter was sure. Peter tilted his head slightly, raisingan eyebrow. Favorite musician? He glanced back of her shoulder, then bac around to his other side. "OH! You mean me!" He laughed. "I'm doing okay." He said with a smile, "And you're not interrupting a single thing. I was just reading over some old lyrics."
When Steven's stomach growled Peter laughed. "Actually, I was getting pretty hungry. Come on in." He moved aside, allowing Steven to ocme further into the room and shut the door. "I'll need to change clothes first." He chuckled, "I'm sort of still in my PJs." Peter liked to look good when going out in public. If he were going to go out with Steven to get something to eat, then he didn't want to look like a complete slob. That wouldn't look good for him or Steven. Besides, it was just a thing for Peter. He didn't look good for other people, he liked to look good because it made him feel a little better about himself. It was sort of his way of taking everything his father had said about him and throwing it back in the world's face.
"So, um, it won't take me long to change at all so make yourself at home." Peter said. He liked to think that people felt comfortable in his room. It really was a comfy room for those people willing to accept it as a workspace more than a room. Most of the time random balls of paper were strown about the floor and the covers of the bed pushed down, noting that the bed had obviously been slept in, and Eleanor was lying in the back corner of the room. Peter felt comfortable and that was really what mattered. He didn't need organization or order to keep himself functional and that was the way that he liked it.
Peter walked toward the closet, placing one arm over his stomach as he glanced over the different shirts hanging in his closet. Which shirt should he wear? It would be a difficult decision for sure. "Hey,"[ He called back to Steven, "Do me a favor and come pick out my outfit." He laughed, "I totally trust your sense of style."
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Post by STEVEN PARKER on Apr 10, 2009 13:25:35 GMT -5
Steven laughed and punched his shoulder lighlty. "yeah you! The only most awesome musician I personally know.' he grinned. '"Good good!!! Cause otherwise I would have told you to stop doing what you're doing and give me your attention." he grinned. "Old lyrics? sweet! anything awesome enough you're not too embarrassed to show me? he asked with raised brows.
"Oh My gawd! Good! Cause It would get seriously boring just watching me eat, then again I could have scarfed it down in like, .5 seconds just for you. But only you!" he laughed, his eyes sweeping over peter. "Aww but you look so adorable in your PJ's. he tugged at Peters shirt. 'Makes me want to snuggle some more with you. I would even ditch eating for it...' his stomach made a noise of protest. '"Of course the monster inside of me wouldnt be too happy but it doesnt know what it would be missing if I didnt snuggle with you. Maybe some after food snuggling. Thats always fun. Cause after eating you're always like bah i dont want to do anything but laze around.' he nodded matter of factly.
When Peter told him to make himself at home, Steven made a bounding leap onto his bed, only to have landed a little close to the edge and when the bed bounced up he was bounced off of the bed and onto the floor. Ah! holy.... it sounded way worse then it was. He groaned and started to laugh though it was kind of muffled by the floor since hed landed face first into the floor. "oh... my god, my arm..' he had landed on it. It hurt a little but he could still move his fingers, it was mostly because he must be laying on a it wrong because it was starting to fall asleep.
He pushed himself up with his other arm and managed to sit up, rubbing at his arm to get it to stop tingling. Im okay!'h e declared still laughing lightly at his misfortune. Pulling himself up so he was now standing he quirked a brow and a sly grin came to his face.
"you're actually asking me to pick out your clothes?' he licked his lips and made his way over to his closet. '"ooo... he started going through his clothes, pulling things out. He finally settled on a red shirt and jeans and a black hoodie. Red looks hot on you... and ... so does the black.. he nodded. "not sure what these'll look like, but heh.. you can always fill jeans so well.' he wiggled his brows. "Now pop those puppies on...' he hopped onto the bed again, this time successfully and leaned back on his elbows. "Can I watch?" he asked with a grin, "Or am I going to have to look away... he joked.
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Post by PETER WALKER on Apr 10, 2009 21:30:55 GMT -5
Peter wrinkled his nose as Steven punched him. "Please, you're much too kind." He raised an eyebrow at Steven's next comment. Peter knew Steven would deman attention anyway. That was one of the things Peter liked about Steven. Any time the boy walked into the room it was like all eyes were on him. He wished he had that kind of swing with people. "Nah, I think it's time to get a new journal, you know? Write a new chapter of songs for my life." He said with a laugh, "I might just burn that one." It wasn't that Peter was embarrassed of them, just that he didn't think they counted anymore. He didn't want Steven to read a bunch of lies. Or maybe it was just that Peter still considered his past to be mroe personal than he should.
"Mm," Peter mused with a grin, "Glad I'm that special,really, but point five seconds? That's sooo sexy." The sexy part was said with the lifting of an eyebrow and a heavy, husky tone coming over his voice. Mostly that was to emphsize the fact that he was joking around. He laughed, breaking the face and tone to reply to the PJs comment. "And you know these PJs make me the snuggle king. If you get lucky, then you might get an after food snuggle." Peter said, tossing in a wink toward Steve. Boy was he glad Steven was there to offer the comedic relief that he really needed. Things were as tense as ever for him. At least he had managed to settle some things out with Ashton, but for the most part Peter felt like the pressure was starting to crack him.
Peter had been facing the closet when he heard a loud thump and a 'Ah! Holy!' He turned around, an eyebrow raised, only to see Steven lying on the floor. PEter winced. That couldn't have felt too good, but he was glad to see that it didn't take long for Steven to get back up and back on his feet. At least it didn't take Steven long to pick out his outfit, and the outfit that was picked out didn't even look half bad. Peter chuckled when Steven asked if he would have to turn his eyes away. "I GUESS you can watch, but you know... no staring." He said with a laugh. "Besides, you're not getting past the boxers." Peter took the clothes and walked over to his bed.
After laying the clothes on the bed Peter stripped off his PJ shirt and tossed it over his shoulder. He then grabbed the red t-shirt and slipped it over, surprised at how well it really fit his form. Peter then changed his pants, only briefly revealing his boxers, which had monkey heards all over. They were his second favorite compared to the smiley face ones. It wasn't long before Peter had his pants on, secretly hating the fact that he did, indeed, have an apple bottom. He always had to wear girl jeans and it was rediculous. After slipping the hoodie on he turned back and smiled at Steven. "See? Nothing all that exciting to see anyway. You ready to go get some foodage?"
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