Halfway gone, I'm halfway gone Oct 25, 2010 13:09:16 GMT -5
Post by LUCIAN MARCEL CHEVALIER on Oct 25, 2010 13:09:16 GMT -5
you heard that i was trouble ,
BUT YOU COULDN'T RESIST
J U S T T A K E A B I T E L E T M E S H A K E U P Y O U R W O R L D
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A long, heavy sigh passed the male's lips. He was currently sitting on the curb a few feet away from a resteraunt. He was on break and bored out of his skull. He leaned back on his elbows, tilting his head back. His calm gaze watched the lazy clouds roll across the sky. He then closed his eyes and relaxed, simply thinking to himself. It was a fairly warm day. Warm as in a decent median between uncomfortably hot and frigid cold. It was at least in the upper sixties. Though he was used to the heat, so even ninety degree weather didn't bother him. His hair was down today, a rare occasion since most of the time his bangs were pushed up in a messy, spiked fashion. Now his bangs fell partially into his pale blue eyes, the tips touching the tip of his nose at the longest point.
He opened one eye upon hearing footsteps. A couple made their way down the street, passing him like he wasn't even there. He wrinkled his nose at them and picked up his cup of coffee, taking a small sip. He looked around, seeing a few other groups walking down the street, chatting amongst themselves. He sighed and collapsed on the concrete sidewalk, laying flat on his back. His upperhalf stretched out, while his legs were bent at the knee and tucked close to him. He continued watching the clouds, getting more and more bored by the minute. He didn't feel like getting up and going to find something to do, so he stayed by the curb, hoping something or someone would come along to help kill time. He placed his arm over his eyes and sighed once again.
He was startled by the sound of giggling and peeked out of his arm and smirked as two girls, most likely friends, walked by. He watched them as they went. One had noticed him and gave a small wave, before giggling and whispering something to her friend. He raised a brow at them and shot them a small smirk, which set them off again. He shook his head and covered his eyes again once they were out of sight. Now he would play the waiting game and hope that something exciting would come along. He soon relaxed and lost himself in his thoughts, unaware of anything around him, even the footsteps coming his way or the presence beside him.