Mark My Words; open

[Attyston Thomas]

"Well, very good." I reply playfully, a smirk on my face as I looked at him. This time yesterday if someone had told me that I'd just have kissed a guy named Connor I honestly wouldn't have believed it, but it was different when you knew the whole story, I supposed. I glance over at Riddle and Gene, both of which who had already made their way through a huge pile of tacos. I swear,they were bottomless pits sometimes. "What were we supposed to be meeting here about?" Riddle asks around a mouth full of food. "Band equiptment and gigs. We need more of both. As you guys probably have noticed, my guitar is a bit.. old. So are Gene's drums, neither of which we have money for right now, which means we could use more gigs so that we'd be able to pay for everything. As you can see, the shitty microphone has been replaced." I reply, and they nod slightly.

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Connor listened to them talk, feeling a bit out of place for a moment as he listened, then he bit his lip. "I-I know a bartender...I c-could get some gigs lined up i-if you huys end up keeping me 'round." He wasn't tryig to bribe his way into the band, no way. But Trez bein musical himself, would probably love to persuade his boss to let them play shows at Fyree more often, and then maybe other places too.
He shifted his weight in his chair, and arm wrapping over his thin stomach in discomfort.

[Attyston Thomas]

I look over at Connor as he talks and then nod, a grin splitting my face, but Gene beats me to replying. "That sounds like a great idea." he says before taking another bite of his taco, probably attempting to look nonchalant. It was sort of funny. He wasn't very good with praise and such. Riddle nods in agreement, taking a sip of my soda. I lean over and nudge him gently with my elbow at how uncomfortable he looked. "We're gonna have practice this coming Tuesday at five pm." I say happily, turning back around. I absentmindedly reach my right hand up to run it over my fringe again. It was just something I did, but it was a much better habit than biting your fingernails or something.

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Connor smiled the slightest bit. "Alright, I-I'll be there." It wasn't like he had anything else to do except to go to school and sneak home to grab his guitar, avoid his father, and wander around until then. He could work with nearly any schedule, really.
Watchig Attyston a moment, he tightened his grip on his own stomach as the other two continued to eat, not really wanting to think about food right now.
Just the smell of the fast food was getting to him, but he didn't want to be rude. His free hand fell to grip his chair.

[Attyston Thomas]

"Good." I reply happily, nodding my head. The others do to, apparently glad that we'd have a new member. I just hoped that he was good so that I'd be able to keep him around. And, I knew, Riddle and Gene were going to be judging him, too, because my opinion was obviously already biased. "Are we free to go?" Gene asks bluntly. I roll my eyes but nod. "Good, cuz I can't stand another Att lecture." he says before picking up his tray and starting over to the trash can, Riddle following not far behind. They wave before walking out, headed their seperate ways. I bite my bottom lip slightly, resting my head on my arms as I looked around the food court. What to do now? If I went home all I had to do was eat, sleep, and watch TV. "What're you doing?" I ask, looking over at Connor curiously.

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Connor watched them go, waving half heartedly. After a few minutes the nauseous feeling began to ease up and fade away some. He shifted his weight, letting go of the chair and stretching his legs out. "Honestl-ly, nothing." A faint shrug. He wasn't going to say he was avoiding going home, which is what he was doing. But other than that, there were no plans in line for the day.
"I-I do gotta go to the bathroom real q-quick.."
No he didn't.
He grabbed his backpack and wandered off to the bathrooms, locking himself in a stall and carefully pulling a belt from unde the kitten to pull tight on his upper arm, shaking hands grabbing for a lighter, a spoon and a baggy of meth, wrapped around a needle. He went through the process as quick as possible and melted two doses, filling the needle and injecting himself slowly. It would be enough to put him even for awhile at least. Cleaning up and putting everyhing back he flushed the toilet and left the bathroom, rubbing his arm a bit as he returned to Attyston. "So.."

[Attyston Thomas]

"Me too." I reply with a light chuckle and a shrug. "Oh, uh, okay." I reply, nodding. I turn back forward, resting my forehead on my arms. What was I doing? I'd kissed him! I mean, I didn't regret it, but, he probably thought I was some sort of man whore that just wanted to get into his pants or something. I heave a sigh and mentally start over one of the songs I'd recently written. "You look but never see. You talk but never mean. You touch but never caress." I sing quietly to myself. I didn't like any of my songs, but Riddle and Gene encouraged me to just write whatever came into my head, and so I did. And usually something came out that sounded like I was pissed at the world. "Hey." I say simply as Connor gets back from the bathroom.

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Connor took a seat near him again, gently settin the backpak down. "Hi," He smiled a bit, then tilted his head, nudging him like Attyston had done earlier. "What's wrong?" Had he done something? Should he not have kissed him back, and then continued to do it? Was Att upset?
He had every reason to, some scrawny, sickly depressed guy kissing him in front of his friends.
He began to cough a bit, clearing his throat and laying his head on the table a bit playfully and curiously to get a better look at his face.

[Attyston Thomas]

His smile makes one pass over my own face and I shrug my thin shoulders in reply before actually answering. "You left me." I say with a pout, sticking out my pierced lower lip. "Left me alone so that it looked like I'm a lame person who has no friends." I continue, shrugging my shoulders slightly. "I mean, I am, but I don't want to look like it, too." I add playfully, sticking out my tongue at Connor teasingly. He coughs a bit before setting his head against the table top so that he was looking at me. "You should sit up, who knows what the fuck has been on this table." I say, laughing as I sit up myself.

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Connor laughed softly at his response. Good enough for him, less problems to solve at the moment. He stuck his tongue out and Connor returned the action, crinkling his nose up.
He shrugged at the comment about the table. "I-I've laid my head down in dirtier plac-ces.." He murmured, face rather serious. Many places. Heck, his own home was a mess.
He reached over, ruffling the fringe of Attyston's hair a bit. "Let's go do s-something.."

[Attyston Thomas]

I roll my green eyes slightly at his comment about how he'd laid his head in dirtier places. "Don't backtalk me." I say playfully, reaching out to poke his cheek. A slight pink tint washed over my face as Connor ruffles my black fringe before suggesting that they go do something. "Okay." I reply, standing up. I run my hand over my fringe, hoping to fix it. It was stupid, but I always wanted to look my best, though sometimes I didn't even know why I tried. "Where are we supposed to be going?" I ask him, looking around as if there was going to be some sort of huge sign that said 'come this way'. "I have all day, only place else I have to go is home, and it's boring there." I add with a small shrug, reaching over to flip his hair teasingly.

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Connor stood and picked his backpack up. A faint smirk crossed his face. "Y-you afraid of getting in trouble?"
He whined, batting gently at his hand as his own hair was messed up. But he didn't wait for a response, grabbing Attyston's hand with a rather cold one of his own, tuging hm along down the mall. He slowed his pace, growing tired after a few minutes and just sauntering down the mall, right into Victoria Secret.
He waved a the cute boy befhind the counter, hopping up onto it, suddenly more himself than before. He pouted. "Can I h-have the key?"
"Connorrr, if I get caught-"
"I'll say I-I stole it." He snatched it anyway, sliding off the counter and losing his balance, stumbling on unsteady legs before wandering to Attyston.
"You know where the staff r-room is?"

[Attyston Thomas]

"Um. As long as we don't get arrested i'm fine with it." I reply, chuckling at his whine before he takes my hands and leads me out of the food court. A couple people look at us oddly but I ignore them, raising my eyebrows as Connor leads me into Victoria Secret. "Dude. I have underwear." I say jokingly before I follow him up to the counter, though I don't hop onto it. He seemed more himself now, which I was glad for. He was getting comfortable around me, and he apprently knew the guy behind the counter. I put a hand on his waist in an attempt to stable him as he stumble after jumping down from the counter. "Well, I don't exactly shop here very often." I reply sarcastically to his question. The staff room? What was going on in the staff room? I had a sneaking suspicion, but I push it out of my mind.

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Connor winced a the hand on his waist, but out of pain not fear. "Bruised rib," He whispered, then smiled, a little more sheepishly, leadin him over to a locked door near the changing rooms. He unlocked the door with a shaky hand, opening it and flicking on the lights, closing the door and locking it behind them. He wandered to the small sofa, collapsing onto it lazily.
There was a little counter with a sink and a coffee maker, some chairs for staff meetings, a projector screen and laptop, and the sofa.
Connor grinned at Attyston crookedly, raising eyebrows in challenge.

[Attyston Thomas]

I frown at his wince, and I immediately take my hand off him, stuttering out an apology. I nod slightly at his explanation, looking down at my black Toms. Apparently I couldn't do anything right. I raise my eyebrows as he unlocks the door and steps in, and I follow him. I look around as he flicks the light on before going to flop onto the sofa. Color appears in my cheeks and at the expression on Connor's face. It was as if he was daring me. He didn't want to play that game, I'd win. I start over to sit beside him on the couch, a slight swagger in my step as I moved. Finally, I take his chin gently in my palm and pull his face to mine for a kiss.