does anybody care anymore? open/derek

[archiam bast]

NOTHING GOES TO PLAN

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it's all the game of chance
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<sup>Stirring his coffee while staring absentmindedly, Archiam sat in Starbucks, with nothing better to do. Amelie was out shopping for the masquerade ball, which was coming up in a few days. He wondered if his suit still fitted. He had gotten it a bit ago for his cousin's wedding. He hadn't worn it since. Maybe he should find a tie. Maybe. That would look, like, too formal though. Right? Yeah. Too formal. Archie watched the foam in his coffee swirl as he stirred it. It was pretty. Yeah, there's Archie for you. Thinking spinning coffee is pretty. Oh well, though. Nothing's pretty; Archie's just a little more feminine than the average guy.

His hair didn't help either. It was long. And girly. Archiam pulled his hand through his hair, which didn't really help it look any better. It just made it look silly; it was almost slicked back, only in a really messy way that looked no good at all. So; why was Archiam thinking about hair and suits in a coffee shop? Well. Archiam didn't really have a reason. He was just there. That was how his whole life kind of went; Archie never really fitted in. He was just there. The boy who took the blame. That's who he was; that's who he would always be. Well, hopefully not. Who wants to be a blame-taker by the time there in college? Well Archie was pretty much fine with it.

He couldn't just sit there stirring his coffee forever, so Archie took a sip. Yum. Creamy coffee on a cold day. He put the cup back to the table. Archie still held the cup; his hands were clutching it, growing warmer from the heat of the coffee. It was nice, the warmth. Calming. Gulping down the rest of his drink, he went to the trash to throw out his Styrofoam cup. He muttered his apologies after having bumped into someone, and went back to his table. It was technically a booth, which he didn't like. It made him feel bad to hog a booth, he was alone yet a booth held four people. So sad.

Change is good. For most people. For Archie too, really. It just depends on what is changing. If its his hair, sure change's good, but Archie doesn't like haircuts. So...its not good. I think? Who cares. I don't even know how we got to this subject. Last I checked Archie was sitting in a booth with no more coffee. That was sad. His coffee was gone. And it had been so good. Maybe he would get another. That would be kind of weird though. He would've gotten like...two coffees...in one sitting. Well, he did get up but whatever.

If that was something weird, Archie was anything but normal. We already knew that though. Anyways. Getting up again, Archie dragged his feet over to the line for ordering. It went fast, seeing as it was coffee being served, and Archie was to the front soon. He got the same thing he had before; just a normal black coffee. After getting back to his table, he poured a packet of cream into it. Looking around, Archiam realized the shop was just about full. He had basically the only open seat. Close too, at least.</sup>

lyrics credited to
McFly for the
song Ultraviolet

( -btw, this post is
actually pretty long
for me , so when you
reply, it doesn't have
to be this long. My
later posts will probly
be shorter- )[/sup]

[Derek Valentine]

The goofy skateboarder was walking down the street. His skateboard was for once not in his left hand like it was always. Yet as always he was wearing his pair of black skinny jeans and his black leather jacket. He stopped by starbucks for a quick cup of coffee. It wasn't like he had anything else to do. He stood on the back of the line.

When he finally got up their he ordered a large vanilla mocha latte. It cost him more then he would like but he paid for it anyway. Their wasn't really any places to sit. Derek decided to walk up to the Archiam kid and sat next to him. "Hey can I sit here. Well actually i'm just going to sit here. Hope you don't mind, because their is nowhere else to sit."

He was always like this. He wouldn't want the kid to take it the wrong way but he was always like this. "So you go to Parker high right?" He took a long sip of his latte as he waited for an answer.

[archiam bast]

NOTHING GOES TO PLAN

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it's all the game of chance
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<sup>Some skateboarder kid walked into the shop. Archie noticed. He almost always noticed things no one else never really did. He noticed that the skater kid was wearing skinny jeans. Which Archiam never could decide if he liked or not. He was sure that skinny jeans would look horrible on him, but he didn't know how he felt about it on other people. Especially guys. Archie didn't mind it so much on girls, but guys? Hm...oh well, its not that important. What was important was that someone was talking to Archie. Skater kid! The boy he had noticed earlier was talking to him! Derek, right?

Now that the dude was closer to Archie, he noticed the skater to be some junior named Derek that he'd talked to like, once. Well, if you consider what Archie does talking. Well anyways, Derek was sitting down. He sort of asked if he could before doing so, but he Derek didn't wait for an answer. He just sat. "Er, n-no...I don't m-mind...th-thats fine." Archie looked to the boy. Well, only like for a second. His eyes flashed from his coffee to Derek and other places around the room as he talked. Archiam almost always had trouble looking at the person he was talking to. Archiam still wasn't even comfortable with talking to his room mate. Now how weird is that?

Archiam stared to his coffee once again. His hands were, as they were prior, wrapped around the cup. This time the cup was not Styrofoam though. It was like a real mug. He took a sip of the coffee, savoring the flavor as he swallowed. He always felt really awkward with other people. This wasn't an exception.</sup>

lyrics credited to
McFly for the
song Ultraviolet[/sup]