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Post by Londyn Thomas on Jul 31, 2013 17:04:23 GMT -5
"You're welcome." I say, about to draw my knees back up to my chest when he plopped his head back in my lap. I huff and look at Jayson for a moment before awkwardly glancing away. "What is this, tewnty questions?" I ask, shaking my head before picking at my nails. "I like, uh, reading and writing." I start, shrugging lamely. "I can draw pretty well." I add, biting at the inside of my lip as I thought about it. I didn't really do much, when I pulled back and looked at my life. "You?" I ask, hoping to keep the conversation alive.
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Post by Jayson Christopher on Jul 31, 2013 19:31:53 GMT -5
"Nooo," Jayce whined. "It's called Jayson is annoying and likes to ask questions." He nodded, laughing helplessly. "Yeah? That's cool. I uhhh..smoke, and street race and work on cars, and I'm an artist, mainly graffiti. I could show you some time. My brother and I are workin' on somehing cool on the back of the building. Hopin' to finish before we get caught." He yawned again, reaching out to play with her shoelace lazily.
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Post by Londyn Thomas on Jul 31, 2013 22:04:00 GMT -5
I chuckle as he says what he calls it and I shake my head before answering. "You sound like a great influence." I say playfully, turning the sharpie over in my hands.
"Yeah? That'd be pretty cool." I reply, nodding as Jayson said that he could show me sometime. I roll my blue eyes as he fiddles with the laces of my bootes but I leave him be- he wasn't hurting anything. A huff as my stomach growls and I wrap my arms around it, noticing that I'd been open with my arms and I didn't want to show them anymore.
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Post by Jayson Christopher on Jul 31, 2013 22:19:40 GMT -5
Jayson giggled. "No I'm not." He grinned at her, watching her quietly as she crossed her arms. He'd seen the marks but it wasn't his business, and while he of course had questions, now wasn't the time to ask them. He wasn't one to judge anyway.
"Cool. We should do that." He nodded absently, watching her play with his sharpie. All the lettering on the grey surface had been warn away. He'd had it about a month now and probably used it way too much. He always had it on him, would replace it when it stopped working.
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Post by Londyn Thomas on Jul 31, 2013 22:24:49 GMT -5
"You're not supposed to agree." I say, shaking my head. It still amazed me how happy he seemed to be- all giggles and smiles. It was weird, or at least to me.
"We should." I agree softly, looking downa t the sharpie before looking at Jayson. I offer him the marker, making sure to keep my arm turned down- I'd learned the simple habit a long time ago. I usually wore hoodies and jackets, but I still made sure to do it, it was just something of habit I'd learned to hide my cuts from Att and from people in general.
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Post by Jayson Christopher on Jul 31, 2013 22:31:46 GMT -5
Jayson took the sharpie happily with huffed thanks, slipping it into his front pocket tha didn't have the phone in it. He sat up and shook his hair out, then got to his feet and disted off his btt, and his back as best he could. Turning around and almost tripping over himself, he smiled sheepishly, pausing to offer her a helpful hand up.
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Post by Londyn Thomas on Jul 31, 2013 22:39:41 GMT -5
My brow creases as he sits up before dusting himself off and turning towards me, almost falling down. I can't help but giggle, shaking my head at Jayson. I shake my head at his offered hand. "I can do it." I murmur, pushing my hair from my face. I actually just didn't want him to see how truly bad my arms were, it'd been pretty dark under the stairs. I get to my feet and wipe my butt off before bending over for my jacket and phone, strategically moving my arms in a way that kept them turned away from Jayson. I had to be careful. I wanted to put my hoodie on, but it was hot.
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Post by Jayson Christopher on Jul 31, 2013 22:56:19 GMT -5
Jayson shrugged and dropped his hand, waiting for her to get up and gather her things. He glanced at the time. "Lets wait until the bell." He stood around a moment, stretching arms over his head, and when the bell ran he held the door open for Londyn and the. Led her out through the crowd and then outside through the front doors and to a bea up pick up truck. His good cars were kept in a garage where his mother wouldn't know.
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Post by Londyn Thomas on Jul 31, 2013 23:03:35 GMT -5
Finally I pull my hoodie over my head as he speaks, knowing that we'd have to face the crowd and I didn't want to do it uncovered. I push my hair out of my face and follow Jayson at a quick trot, keeping in his wake as we go through the crowd. I ignore the looks and bite my lower lip, following him out into the parking lot before stopping. "You don't want to be seen with me." I sigh, looking down at my boots. "You'll be comitting social suicide." I add, chuckling bitterly as I felt tears fill my eyes. Sometimes all I wanted to do was fit it. And once I finally felt like I did, it was crushed.
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Post by Jayson Christopher on Jul 31, 2013 23:08:49 GMT -5
Jayson paused when she stopped in her tracks. He rolled his eyes. "No I won't. Like my friends care. Come-" He paused when she chuckled, and he bent at the waist to look under her head at her dropped face, frowning. "Hey now..." He stepped over to her, pulling her into a tight hug. "You don't gotta cry..come on."
Sure he was on the more popular side, but his true friends were guys kind of like him, or trouble makers like the guys who raced. And they had pasts that would make them prejudice to judge. "I'm hugging you aren't I? I don't care about image silly. You're okay.." He rubbed her back.
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Post by Londyn Thomas on Jul 31, 2013 23:21:16 GMT -5
I always built myself up just to be torn down, I really didn't even know why I tried anymore. I should've just left when Jayson had showed up and I'd be fine, hanging out with Att right now. But I hadn't and now I'd dragged him into this, and people were going to start talking again- about the both of us. I frustratedly wipe at my face, hating my weakness as a couple tears fell and I stiffen as Jayson steps forward to wrap his arms around me. I hesitantly wrap mine around him and bury my face in his shoulder in an attempt to hide. I could feel people's gazes on us and I hated it. I pull back and unwrap Jayson's arms, shaking my head with a certain look in my eyes as he said that I was okay. "Don't you see? That's the thing- I'm most definitely not okay." I say, shaking my head as I look down to push the sleeves of my hoodie up to hold my arms out. "Do I look like I'm fucking okay? No. Just leave already." I continue, angrily pushing my hair from my face and starting to put my sleeves back down, expecting Jayson to go- run away.
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Post by Jayson Christopher on Jul 31, 2013 23:35:36 GMT -5
Jayson ignored any looks, blinking as she shoved his arms away and stepped back. Maybe a hug wasn't enough for once. He should watch his mouth..yeah right.
And the. She seemed angry, upset. He blinked as she pushed her sleeves up, shaking his head. "They're all stories..and if you're not okay, then I'm really not going anywhere got it? Now let's go for a drive." He took her hand gently and pulled her to his car, helping her in before climbing in and locking the door. He backed out quietly and pulled onto the road. "You're not scaring me away sorry."
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Post by Londyn Thomas on Aug 1, 2013 13:31:04 GMT -5
I'm so shocked that he doesn't just simply shrug and walk away that I let him take my hand and follow him over to the door, climbing up. My blue eyes follow Jayson as he walks across the front of his truck before opening the driver's side door and getting in. I sigh and pull the seat belt over myself, fidgeting with my sleeves that I had since pulled down. I ignore his words after we pull out onto the road, away from the stares and whispers of our peers. I determinedly stare out the window, watching houses and trees flash by. "Where are we going?" I finally ask, though I don't look over at Jayson no matter how much I wanted to. Getting attached to people wouldn't do me any good- I'd learned that a long time ago.
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Post by Jayson Christopher on Aug 1, 2013 14:22:44 GMT -5
"Right now? I wanna show you har. The. We can drive until you decide what to do." he shrugged, speeding up a bit but not going terribly over the limit. He would rarely be caught dead speeding in daylight. After a few minutes e slowed way down and turned into a parking lot and down a back road to the back of the building. He stopped the car, climbin out and opening the door for Londyn. He was glad Cory wasn't here at the moment. Turning her around, he pointed at the huge mirale, not quite finished, and smiled at her. Graffiti: Clicky |
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Post by Londyn Thomas on Aug 1, 2013 16:19:01 GMT -5
"Okay." I reply softly, nodding as I shifted and kept my gaze out the window. I stay quiet as we drive before he stops, and I take my seat belt off, looking at Jayson as he scrambled over to open my door for me. My boots hit the ground and he turned me and I raise my eyebrows at the wall.
"That's amazing." I say, a small grin splitting my face before it faded. "At least you're not writing gang signs and shit on walls." I add, shrugging my shoulders. I stuff my hands into the pocket of my hoodie, blue eyes still admiring the wall.
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