sometimes i doubt your commitment to sparklemotion

[hawthorne]

look at you, you miserable fool.
get off your knees, your prayers fall upon deaf ears.

I wasn't exactly watching what was going on with the group in front of me. My gaze was particularly on Ryton, though, which it always seemed to appear on. Maybe i was just a tiny bit too curious for my own good about this boy that was two years younger than me; or maybe i was just a bit naive to actually have these thoughts about him. Either way, he was a cutie and i slowly found myself not being able to handle being away from him for too long. He was fun, probably the only fun guy i knew that i actually spent time with not to kill. But this other guy, Trey i guess, seemed to be hesitant about me being here with Ryton. Did i care? Hell no. I could care less what people thought about me and Ryton, the point was that i was happy and content here. Especially when Ryton had his hands on my hips and looking up at him a bit. I easily maneuvered my hands to rest at his shoulders, slightly flaunting in a nonchalant way toward the boy before he shifted when Trey returned to us. When Trey asked about me being here, and the words he said only made me laugh slightly which was drowned out by the music. I just nodded my head to him with a small hey. engulfed in my venomous Russian accent. I returned my gaze a bit to Ryton who's stance easily changed a little. It wasn't noticeable for someone who didn't spend time studying human body language, but for me it was a given. His protective side was showing and it made me smile. Almost right after i noticed he was standing protectively, i just squeezed his hand gently, smiling.

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outfit; here.

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[treyowens]

Trey noogied his hair, ruffling it once he stopped. "Alright, alright, you give in? Give up?" He gave a toothy grin, amused by the younger guy. The two had known each other for a good couple of years through foster care. Besides Zak, he was one of his only long term friends. Or at the very least aquaintances if anything. Unfortunately he was more than likely one of his closet, possibly his closest if compared to Zak today. Ever since he attempted to cut the cord in Zak's tub and be out with it, the two hadn't talked. He basically grabbed his stuff together and headed out of the apartment. Trey couldn't help but wonder if the guy was at the party, if he was even wondering the same thing.

He ignored the thoughts, putting his fake face on. Nah, nothing was up, that was in the past. As much as he felt like shit no matter what, he'd make it through tonight, he'd have a good time. Had to. What else was there to look forward to? This felt like a birthday party, Christimas to him, for Christ sake. "Are you together or somethin'? Uh. Trey." He nodded at her. He wasn't exactly the hug or shake-hands kind of guy, he kept his distance. He wondered how the hell little Freckles ended up with this scandalous girl.

His attention turned toward Harper, still not fully grasping who this was. "..Harper. Huh.." He blinked, staring for a moment, then it hit him. "..Ah, wait.. yeah. I do remember ya.. How ya doin'?" He sipped his drink, finding this a bit weird to be meeting up with her all over again.

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outfit, FRANK.
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