Post by sarah on Nov 14, 2010 22:16:13 GMT -5
[/color][/center]LEO ALEXANDER HAYES TWENTY DROPOUT
played by sarah
"So babe, lets get comfortable. You got a nickname I can call you by?"[/font]
Can't say I do. I go by Leo, my coaches used to call me Hayes. If that counts.
"Well, can't say it doesn't fit you. From the looks of you, I could think of just a few better. I'm just gonna call you babe for this interview. You mind? Great. Has anyone ever told you you look like.."[/font]
I'd say I look like a good mix between my mother and father. One of my girlfriends used to say I looked like that Luke Pasqualino kid off of Skins or whatever it was.
".. Yeah, actually. You must get that a lot. You're kind of hot, I gotta say. But for the ears out there listening, you wanna explain what's cooking?"[/font]
I'm not a very good cook, I actually had left over pizza for brea-oh! Well, I guess the first thing people notice is my height, I'm a good six feet five inches. I got my mom's Italianskin, but I guess my dad being white kinda evened that all out a bit. I don't know. I still have most of my mom's dark features. Big brown eyes, long eyelashses, aren't my eyes just so lovely? And dark brown hair.
"You are too cute. You wear this kind of stuff often, or is this just for me?"[/font]
I usually dress like this. Jeans, a t-shirt and a cardigan or hoodie. But thank you for the compliment, its nice to hear things like that.
"Ohh. Are you hitting on me? Haha. No, seriously, what are you? Gay or straight? You look kinda like a swinger, if you don't mind me saying..."[/font]
Well, you're lovely, so maybe I was. But I am interested in women.
"Damn. GET SOME! Hah. You wanna smoke? Drink? I got some drugs in the back if you want. -winks-"[/font]
No thanks, I used to, but I dropped out of that scene a while ago.
"... Oh, so you must be a virgin, huh?"[/font]
That's kind of private, but no, I'm not. Not to say I'm going to sleep around, I'm not that kind of guy.
"Knew it. So, you got any secrets? Come on, you can tell me. Promise this interview won't leak anywhere."[/font]
I'm dying.
"..Ouch. Okay, don't be so cold kid. There's always a way out of shit like that. Got any ambitions, babe?"[/font]
I want to make a difference in one person's life. A significant one.
"Okay, okay. Don't get too excited. Half of those weren't even real questions.. Okay let's see. Oh, here's a good one. Describe yourself in five or more words. Easy, right? You could go more into detail if you want, I don't mind one bit."[/font]
Every person is like a volume on a shelf, we can't accurately be described in one word or even thousands. In all honesty, I still don't know who I am, and I probably won't ever get the chance to know. But despite that, I guess I'm an optimist. The glass is always full--always. With air. Hahaha. Okay, I know that wasn't funny. I don't judge people, no one deserves that, I'd much rather pass love on. Everyone's fighting their own battle, you never know if a smile can make everything better for them. So I guess I'm easy to get alone with too, I'm friendly, I'm open.
"Couldn't agree more babe. Alright. Um.. Oh, here's another. Five likes and dislikes?[/font]
I like girls, or women, like any guy my age. I like first kisses, hot chocolate, Stienbeck and overhearing someone say something nice about me. Dislikes? Doubt, not knowing, tacos. You don't even understand how much tacos just gross me out. Oh, and cats. I can't stand them.
".. Kinky! So last question. Gimme the details, how'd you get to where you are today?"[/font]
I don't know where to start. My parents are doctors, I've had a normal, privilaged life, and I'm greatful for that. I got any toy I wanted when I was a kid. Any video game I wanted when I was in middle school. A car in high school. I had everything. But a day before my sixteenth birthday, life decided to give me a failing heart.
It wasn't too bad at first. It really wasn't. I had hospital visits and listening to my parents talk about huge biological terms in hushed voices. I just had to quit my varsity teams, but really, when you hear you're sick, playing volleyball is the least of your worries.
I stayed home a couple of months, but when I went to school, everyone treated me different. Like I was fragile and a single gust of wind could knock me over and break me into two. I don't think I'd ever felt so angry in my life. I isolated myself from my friends, I dumped my girlfriend. I have never regretted anything so much.
At the end of senior year, the condition made a reappearence. This time, it was fatal. My parents, my sweet loving parents asked me what I wanted to do. I wanted to move, I didn't want people treating me like the sick kid. That's not who I am. I have a year to live, and I'm going to live it withoutanyone knowing.
"Awe, well. Least you're still alive. Got yourself, right? That's the spirit. We'll look at your interview and give you the results, so sit tight for a few minutes, okay? And don't you dare think about leaving. I'll find you and interview you again. Don't get pissy with me, I'm just the goddamn interviewer."[/font]
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