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Post by Riley Jones on Dec 13, 2007 22:46:55 GMT -5
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Alarm clocks can be very annoying. I mean, we sometimes want to grab the thing and bang it against the wall until it dies, although it is pretty hard to do that. Riley Jones had this problem with her cursed black alarm clock every morning, and today happened to be one of them. Hearing the loud ring of the alarm set the freshman off and she found her self grabbing the clock and trying to make it stop. But every button she pushed, made the beeping noise continue and she threw the damned thing at the wall, hearing a loud bang. She rolled over in her bed with a loud groan and tried to go back to sleep, but she still heard the beeping sound.
It took the 18 year old only two seconds to get out of bed and 5 more to grab the alarm clock and unplug it. It stopped its beeping noise and Riley was glad that she didn't get the electric kind of clock that didn't plug to anything. Although, she was convinced she needed a new alarm clock now. The more she awoke, the closer she looked at the clock, noticing the few marks on it. Why can't I get one good sleep for once? She asked herself and walked over to where the bathroom was, closing the door behind her.
The long, hot shower she took, woke her up more and she felt more refreshed. She stopped by a large dresser in the dorm and grabbed a black shirt, a pair of dark blue jeans and a brown zip up jacket. She slipped each on and quickly did her hair. She just mainly dried it and combed it. She moved her bangs away from her eyes and walked out of the door. She got in her blue corvette and drove off to Starbucks, getting some hot chocolate because she preferred it more than that nasty coffee. Once Riley returned, she walked into the student lounge and sat in one of the large couches, propping her feet up on the coffee table in front of her. She was a rebel and if anyone got onto her for having her feet on the table, she wouldn't be very happy, she actually wanted to have a good day today, for once.
Sipping her hot chocolate every few minutes, Riley felt herself wake up even more and she began to sort of blank out. This was actually pretty normal for her, daydreaming was a common thing with her. But she was mainly thinking about skateboarding, one of her main and favorite hobbies to do. It really helped her get through tough stuff, although she didn't have many friends because she was always skateboarding. Not a lot of people liked Skateboarders, especially those preppy girls, they just liked everyone to be like them. From all these so called 'rules', how some people can't hang out with others, Riley didn't have many friends. Although now-a-days, Jocks would be seen hanging with Punks and Skateboarders or even the Freaks. But she still didn't have many friends and she was surprised she wasn't an Outcast. Although she was a pretty social girl at times, she wasn't that great at making friends and she wasn't about to stand up, walk up to someone, and say some stupid thing she would regret. That would give her a bad reputation and something for others to make fun of her for.
That was totally out of the question.
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Post by Rick Hazel on Dec 21, 2007 17:32:20 GMT -5
Rick wouldn't say that he'd woken up very well that morning. On the contrary, he'd had the worst sleep of his life. He had a dream about these Playboy Bunnies, and you wouldn't think that'd be a bad thing, especially considering the kind of no-good, womanizing guy that Rick is, but no, these Playboy Bunnies were pure evil. They were dressed in gothic black and dark purple bunny suits, with mascara and/or eyeliner (Rick wasn't good at distinguishing the two, especially not in this situation) running down their faces like black tears. Their eyes were black and glazed over, but staring hard into Rick's eyes, as they had him tied up in a chair in nothing but his birthday suit.
One of the bunnies, with fiery red hair done up in two girlish pigtails, had a menacing black leather whip in her right hand and a frightening smirk on her face which could rival Rick's. The other bunny kept licking her lips repeatedly and something told Rick that this situation wouldn't be pleasant for him at all. As it went, the dream had been most disturbing and he'd been in pain the entire time.
Upon waking from the nightmare, Rick tumbled out of his bed and almost hit his head on one of his textbooks, which wouldn't have been pleasant. To top things off, his dormie took all the hot water in the shower, so Rick took a short and cold shower. He hardly had time for breakfast before his first class, which was excruciatingly long this morning, and now...
Well, now his class was done and he was headed for the student lounge, thinking he could get some well-deserved crash time. Just to chill and do nothing. Maybe he could scope out a bit of the student body and see just who he's dealing with in this school. Rick knew it wouldn't really matter, because everyone would know who he was soon enough.
After looking around the room, Rick took a seat on one of the lesser populated couches in the lounge, next to a girl with incredibly strange (yet interesting) hair who had her feet up on the coffee table before her. For a few moments, Rick just stared at her hair in interest; there weren't many people he knew that would dye their hair like that, or do anything somewhat eye-catching. The people he was friends with tended not to want to stand out too much, so that they didn't look like weirdos and so everybody loved them, but somehow the populars, as popular as they were, were never loved by anyone. Even Rick knew that, but it wasn't like they particularly cared. They were popular after all, so what did anything else matter?
However, looking at this girl beside him, Rick immediately decided that she wouldn't have been popular at his old schools. Well, maybe for a while, because as attention-catching as her hair was, Rick had to admit that it was pretty cool. But still...after the hype about her hair dyed down, maybe people would start thinking her hair was too weird or that she was trying to get attention. Automatic popularity turn-off. At least for the already popular.
Still, that didn't stop Rick from engaging this girl in conversation. He'd looked away from her after staring, and placed his elbows on the head of the couch, leaning against the back of the couch. But after a few minutes of silence, Rick turned back towards the strange girl with a friendly smile on his face and asked her, "So...you come around here often?"
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Post by Riley Jones on Dec 21, 2007 20:26:44 GMT -5
Riley felt warm and comfortable, more at home then usual. Of course, she never wanted to come to this school, but it was all her parent's fault. But for once, she felt at home here, more comfortable then she ever thought she would be. It was an odd feeling, but she wasn't ready to give up the feeling.
She noticed someone was in the lounge right as soon as they came in, but she didn't look up. Instead, she sipped her cocoa and tried to act like she was alone, she wasn't in the mood to say something stupid like she always did. Her hair was odd, yes, but at her old school, it was the coolest. She was pretty popular for a skater/singer. Although here, she wasn't that popular and many thought her hair was...weird and stupid. but she didn't let that bother her. She thought it was cool and she wasn't going to change her hair just because someone didn't like it. If people make fun of her, so what, she could think of 10 more things to make fun of them for. It was easy.
Hearing a voice, Riley finally turned her head to look at the one who spoke. She looked around the room and noticed no one else was there, so he must've been talking to her. So, this was the person who came in. Might as well make conversation, if she says something stupid, she'll live with it. She had never seen him before, but then again, she hadn't really met or seen anyone on campus yet except for her roommates, and he wasn't one of her roommates. "Uh...not really." She wasn't to sure if that was a great answer, but she answered it. This wasn't her first time being in the lounge, but she usually walked through the lounge and not stop and actually sit and relax...until now. "What about...you?" Riley wasn't that great at starting conversations or being in them unless she really knew the person, she usually stumbled over her words. Glancing at the clock in the lounge, she made sure that she wouldn't be late for her class. But she had a lot of time, not something she was fond of. Sure she hated her classes, but talking to people was not one of her many favorite activities unless she knew the person. But she didn't know anyone here, except herself.
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Post by Rick Hazel on Dec 21, 2007 23:01:33 GMT -5
"Nope," Rick answered, smiling again as he leaned farther back against the couch. "In fact, I doubt I've been here before, except for that like, optional tour of the college which I just had to take. It's just not cool to be the new kid and be totally lost, you know what I mean?" Rick half-asked, raising one of his eyebrows. However, since it was more of a rhetorical question, he carried on.
"I'm sorry," Rick chuckled, shaking his head and closing his eyes. "I, um, didn't catch your name. But where are my manners?" Rick extended his hand for a handshake, smiling warmly. "I'm Rick. Rick Hazel. It's a pleasure to meet you, beautiful." Rick smiled cheekily, but didn't say anymore and just kept his hand extended.
Hey, I'm not lying, he thought to himself. I'm kind of glad my parents forced me to come here. I think I've met way too many pretty girls today. Thank goodness there are about three more years for me to get to know each and every single one of them.
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Post by Riley Jones on Dec 21, 2007 23:59:59 GMT -5
Riley nodded at his remark. "I know what you mean. I moved here right as school started but mostly everyone knew each other." She said, setting her cup down on the table her feet were on. She was still too comfortable to move her feet or move at all, really. Scratching her head, she turned back to the boy, he looked older then her, but she didn't care much for age, she cared about grades. She was a freshman, of course, some people mistook her for a grade higher then she really was in, same with her age. She was only 17, young for a freshman.
Hearing the boy's voice again, she glanced to him, seeing his hand held out. She hesitated then took it. She wasn't great with handshakes either, oh well, might as well get used to it. Her old school was a very... I dunno. It was hard to explain. They usually waved, hugged even. It was a weird school but Riley missed it. "I'm Riley Jones" She replied with a small grin on her face. She couldn't help but blush a bit at his remark. No one really had said she was 'beautiful' sure they said she was pretty but that usually came from girls. Not because she, or they, were lesbian. You get what I mean.
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Post by Rick Hazel on Dec 22, 2007 0:09:35 GMT -5
"Riley, huh?" Rick repeated, still smiling. He nodded his head a few times as if to say he liked her name, which he did. It was somehow so much more befitting on girls. Rick couldn't recall a guy he'd met named Riley that he'd ever liked. The same way he didn't know any girls named Jordan that he liked. Sometimes you could tell a lot by how somebody's name sounds on them. Or so Rick thought.
"Well hello Riley. It's nice to meet you...and your amazing hair," Rick laughed, not being able to avoid the subject of Riley's hair. But then again, how could you avoid it?! It was just there, like the great elephant in the room, except it wasn't awkward. It was more like a great piece of art that everyone wants to call crap because they don't understand, but to the few who actually get it, it's absolutely beautiful. Rick was pretty much in the middle of the whole equation.
Wow, Rick, he thought to himself, inwardly rolling his eyes, beautiful analogy. With lines like that, you should probably be taking poetry. Or writing songs or something. Rick gave a quiet snort and forced a smile.
"How did you get it to look like that?" Rick asked, focusing on Riley's hair again. "I mean, I guess you dyed it and all - I really have no idea what you women do when it comes to stuff like that - but it looks a bit more complicated than your usual run-of-the-mill commercial dye job." Rick gave Riley a lopsided grin, the grin more on one side of his face than the other.
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Post by Riley Jones on Dec 22, 2007 0:21:20 GMT -5
Riley nodded to his remark to her name. She loved her name, it was...odd, just like her. It was actually a boys name but she was quite the tomboy, she wasn't the kind of girl who had long nails, complained when she broke a nail, or flirted like a total idiot. She's the person who bites her nails, breaks her nails almost everyday, and stumbles over her own words. She doesn't flirt that often nor is she used to it either.
"It's nice to meet you too." She smiled back, but it was her usual smile, the one where she didn't show her teeth. She didn't really like to show her teeth, no matter how clean and straight they were. "Yeah, my hair is something alright" She chuckled a bit, grabbing a strand of her shoulder-length hair and looking at it. It was quite colorful, but she loved it. If she hated it, what was the point of having it dyed the way it was? Yeah, she was crazy alright but in a good way.
"Well, it took quite a while to get it this way. I don't remember how long exactly. It used to be a dark red, isn't that hard to believe? I have a picture of myself with red hair on my myspace, it's a weird picture though." Riley leaned back and crossed her arms, the small grin still on her face as she looked at Rick.
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Post by Rick Hazel on Dec 22, 2007 0:49:32 GMT -5
"A weird picture?" Rick started, raising one of his eyebrows again as he motioned towards Riley with his hand. "Of you? With red hair? On myspace?" Rick's lips then curled up into a large smile and he gave a short chuckle. "What do you mean by 'weird'? Because I'm pretty sure if it's a picture of you, it can't look that weird."
Without skipping a beat, Rick adjusted his position on the couch so that he was now sitting Indian style on the couch (which was rather wide) and facing Riley. He placed his elbows on his knees and cupped his chin in his hand, staring up with his dark brown eyes at Riley.
"I wonder...how many hair colors have you gone through? I mean, the most I've ever done with my hair is cut it once, let it grow out a few times and put hair gel in it. But I don't even do that very often, and it's not very exciting, is it?" Rick laughed, his dimples showing. When he stopped, he just gave a shrug. There wasn't much he did to fix up his appearance. Really, the only thing Rick cared about appearance wise were his clothes. He just always had to have the sickest threads, whether they were from the latest trends or not. The only requirement was that they had to look good on him. It seemed to be working.
"I mean, honestly, I'm a guy...Are we like, supposed to care about any of this stuff?" Rick asked rhetorically, raising an eyebrow again. He immediately shook his head. "Nope, I didn't think so."
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Post by Riley Jones on Dec 22, 2007 0:59:31 GMT -5
"Yeah, it's one of the many weird pictures of me. But weird is normal for me." Riley nodded, grabbing a strand of her hair and twisting it around her finger, it was something she did all the time. "My hair is different all the time, but I'm not changing it any time soon, I love my hair right now. Most people here, think it's the dumbest thing on the planet, my mom thinks it's ugly, my dad doesn't even notice, my brother...he wants my hair."
Riley let out a quiet sigh. "I have gone through many different hairstyles. I had red hair, blonde hair, blonde and orange, blonde and red, and then this." She counted on her fingers while she spoke, making sure she got them all. Yup, she did. She didn't have the blonde and red for long, though. Orange had to be one of her favorite colors, she even had orange eyeshadow, and it looks pretty good on her. Outfits are crazy on her too. She once wore a black and white tee and yellow pants. But it didn't look half bad on her, actually, many people complimented her, clothes are important to her too.
"That's true, boys tend to only worry about their clothes, although jocks love their hair to be nice. I've never really met any skater guys or any guy who isn't a jock, that cares a lot about there hair." It was the truth. None of her guy friends did anything new with their hair but cut it and grow it out. It was a normal thing for them.
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Post by Rick Hazel on Dec 22, 2007 1:31:42 GMT -5
"You mean I don't strike you as a jock or skater kind of guy?" Rick fake gasped, his brown eyes widening and his jaw dropping as his bottom lip quivered. "But...but...but, I thought it was so obvious! I mean, the broad shoulders? The insanely thick muscles? THE STEROIDS? Do those mean nothing to you, Riley? Nothing?!" Rick gave out a girlish cry and buried his face in his hands, pretending to sob. Although what he said wasn't completely implausible. He had pretty broad shoulders, not to mention he was incredibly tall. Especially for his age, but he knew he wasn't getting any taller, so it didn't matter how old he was anymore. He had some good muscle going on (he wasn't a bully with a beer gut, that's for sure), and for those lucky enough to see him shirtless, it'd be pretty apparent that he spent a good deal of time working out. Not insanely or obsessively like most people, but just every two or three months...He'd just set out a day...or week for exercise.
Other than that, Rick was just naturally fit.
"I could've sworn," he mumbled in between fake sobs, and finally when he was done, he let out a short laugh. "But come on, you can hair colors like a chameleon changes skin color. It's pretty much insane, Riley." Rick folded his arms over his chest and shook his head at Riley, his nearly infamous smirk returning. "But I'm sure they look good on you anyway, so what does anything else matter, right?"
Rick looked down at his attire. He was still dressed in his fitted white sweater and black distressed skinny jeans. He even had the cute black beanie with ear flaps on, but it was beginning to get itchy because it was rather warm in the student lounge, probably because of the fire in the fireplace in a corner near where the two were sitting. Rick gingerly touched his scalp and ran his hand through his hair which was smooth and silky, and thankfully not greasy. That was the only time Rick did "anything" with his hair: when it was greasy and gross. Then he did this thing called...washing it! Yeah, Rick Hazel was definitely a hair stylist at heart.
"You see, I don't care about...this," Rick insisted, running his hand through the brown mess again. "I just care about this." Rick then swept his hands over his clothes and even paused to pop the collar of his sweater, giving Riley another dimpled smile. "It's pretty much all that matters to me appearance wise. I guess you just know all the right guys, or are we just horribly predictable?"
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Post by Riley Jones on Dec 22, 2007 1:43:25 GMT -5
Riley couldn't help but laugh at his sarcasm and fake sobs. That was something she would do, although differently. She was a very sarcastic person, I mean, she always believed her brain was dead! Or at least, she pretended to. "Oh I forgot, my hair used to be long. I didn't like it like that, so I cut it. Call me a chameleon, then I can add a new nickname to my nickname list, as soon as I make one." She laughed, now moving her legs so she was sitting criss cross also.
"Aww, did I hurt your feelings?" She said in a sarcastic, whiny voice. "How 'bout I say you're a... EMO!" Riley chuckled, her smile widening so her teeth showed for once. "I don't think the steroids are working, they make you look...." She stopped, trying to think of the right word. "Not jock or skater!"
"I care about looks and hair for myself, but I wear the craziest stuff and have the oddest hairstyles, that's what a Riley is." Riley's hair was always down and very clean. She washed it all the time. But it was rare to find her hair in pigtails, braids, or even n a ponytail, she just though it looked stupid. "I dunno, I can be both at times." She finally replied to his last question.
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Post by Rick Hazel on Dec 22, 2007 13:43:32 GMT -5
Rick sniffed and nodded his head slowly, pretending to wipe away false tears. "Yeah...you hurt my feelings. Now I'm going to sink into a deep, pitch black pit of despair and maybe fall into a couple of trenches on the way, and bruise myself so that my inner pain is evident on the outside and hopefully you will see how I bleed black and how dark and tainted my soul is. Maybe then somebody will finally understand me!" Rick whined, pretending to sob again.
"Okay, but all kidding and steroids that don't work aside, a Riley sounds pretty cool to have around. Know where I can get one, Chameleon?" Rick winked at Riley, grinning cheekily. "But you know what else is pretty cool? A Rick! Those things are just...wow! I mean, they're so rare to come by, but they're incredibly talented and not predictable!"
"And for the record, I don't think Rileys are predictable either," Rick added, still smiling.
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Post by Riley Jones on Dec 22, 2007 13:54:49 GMT -5
"Hmm, you may be right. I do some weird tings at weird moments, I am pretty unpredictable." Riley chuckled at her words and Rick's fake sobs. "I don't think doing that will get me to understand you." There was sarcasm in her vice as she answered his little fake sobs and sad words. "Yes a Riley is cool. Besides the fact that she has some awful family members and a brain that dies every five minutes, she can be very wild and funny." It was fun talking about herself in third person. She did it quite often. "Hmmm...sounds like a Rick isn't very popular, neither is a Riley."
"Well, Rick's must not be very predictable either." She smiled widely. "Apparently, they are very sensitive." She was making fun of him now, but in a good way. She was making fun of the fake sobs and his little 'sad' side if you know what I mean. She loved teasing people, their reactions were so funny to her.
Now, she decided to add something else to their conversation. She didn't bother to look at the clock or drink her hot cocoa now. She was to busy talking. "So, where did you live before you came here?" The wide smile she had on, still stayed put.
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Post by Rick Hazel on Dec 22, 2007 15:24:48 GMT -5
Rick nodded sadly, agreeing with Riley's point. "Unfortunately, it's true. Ricks are very sensitive and they, like Rileys, have some awful family members but they've got a pretty sufficient fan base. Not to mention they are pretty amazing underneath the sheets, which is why they even have a fan base." Rick paused for a moment to arch his back and stretch, as he'd gotten a bit uncomfortable leaning over. He sat straight up and looked Riley in the eyes before answering her question.
With a completely serious, stony face on, Rick continued. "Where did I live? Oh, I lived in this little place called Manhattan in this little state named New York. You might've heard of it," Rick shrugged, like New York wasn't famous or anything. "I mean, some people say it's popular, but don't listen to them. Nobody ever comes to New York. Or Manhattan for that matter. But let me tell you, Wyoming is pretty damn popular. I'd like to live in Wyoming one day. All the tourists go to Wyoming!" Rick moaned, as if he was complaining. "I mean, sometimes I wish more tourists came to Manhattan, so you know, I could meet new people, but it's all the same, day after day. And everyone's too nice, stopping to say hello to everyone they see and Manhattan's too small. I mean, seriously. The population's something like one hundred people and counting. I think. So yeah, I lived in Manhattan. And you?"
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Post by Riley Jones on Dec 22, 2007 15:42:23 GMT -5
Riley nodded. "Riley's aren't sensitive but they can get pretty angry at times and they don't show any emotions when they are sad." Only a few times she had gotten sad, but it was very rare for her. She always acted like nothing was wrong and if she cried, it had to be a pretty bad problem.
Hearing where Rick had once lived made her eyes go wide. "Your from Manhattan too?! What a coincidence! Me too!" Not a lot of people here, came from Manhattan, well, actually, Riley was the only one. Now that she found someone else, she didn't feel as left out. Manhattan was awesome, New York was awesome. She would definatly be in New York for the rest of her life, I mean, the loud noises, lights, and all the people. That was something Riley enjoyed very much. She had a lot of friends there like her, and they were the rebels. They always caused trouble and got grounded, she missed all that. But she had to behave here, so her mother said. But there is no way she was going to do that. "New York is so cool! My dad plays for the New York Yankees, that's why we've lived there for my entire life, and I love it." Riley uncrossed her arms and put them behind her head, leaning back and stretching her legs, laying them back on the table.
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Post by Rick Hazel on Dec 22, 2007 15:55:50 GMT -5
Rick let out a weird gasp when he heard that Riley was also from Manhattan. "WHAT?!" He exclaimed, now leaning forward again, his palms down on the couch. "Wow! First person in this college besides myself from Manhattan, yeah! That's awesome! Ha, I've never seen you before...Where do you live? Upper West Side? Lower East Side? Harlem?" Rick asked, throwing all the parts of Manhattan that he knew about out there, listing almost the entire island. "No - the Village? Spanish Harlem? SoHo? Alphabet City?"
"You know what, just for living in Manhattan, my respect for you and all Rileys has risen," Rick proclaimed, nodding his head solemnly. "It's not easy living in Manhattan. Or anywhere in New York for that matter. Jesus, as a little kid, I got bruised by so many suitcases swinging around! I'm so glad I'm tall now!" Rick exclaimed, laughing jovially. He was so glad to find someone else who knew about the city limits.
Rick thought Manhattan was absolutely beautiful, which is one reason he was happy about being at CHU. He wasn't too far from home, not that he wanted to be with the people at home, but being in Manhattan by himself didn't sound too bad. He knew that after he graduated, he'd probably get himself a penthouse that looked over the city skyline, which was the most beautiful thing Rick had ever seen in his entire lifetime. He loved the city at night. The lights and the excitement and the people who probably actually never slept...the food, the culture, the love, the sex, the clothes, the style, the melting pot of the world. Rick loved it all.
"I've lived here my entire life. My parents moved here before I was born and after my brother was born, because my mom's photography career was taking off apparently. They used to live in L.A. My brother hates it there because it's so smoggy, but I've only been there once, so I can't say much."
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Post by Riley Jones on Dec 22, 2007 16:55:39 GMT -5
Riley's smile widened. Now she had someone to relate to with Manhattan. "Upper East Side actually. The more rich area seeming how my dad's a baseball player. I traveled all over Manhattan on my skateboard, though, just to get away from my evil parents." Traveling through New York was the best part. You got to see new things, new people, it was just so cool.
Riley couldn't help bu laugh at Rick's remark. "Yeah, you're the first person here, besides myself, that's from Manhattan that I've met." New York was the best state ever, although she wanted to go to California one year and possibly other states, but out of them all, she would still say that New York is the best, and it is. "So where are you from in Manhattan? It's weird we haven't met there yet, isn't it?"
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Post by Rick Hazel on Dec 22, 2007 17:07:08 GMT -5
"Ooh, Upper East Side girl. Nice," Rick commented, whistling under his breath. "I bet you went to some private all-girls school, right?" Rick was only half-joking when he said this. Sometimes girls from the Upper East Side would come to his school for dances or something and then whine about how they went to all girls schools and never saw cute boys. It was a wee bit annoying sometimes. The Upper East Side was pretty cool, but he definitely preferred the West. But all of Manhattan was crazy, so what did it matter?
"I'm an Upper West Side guy myself and always have been. I could live in any part of Manhattan though. Well, I probably could..." Rick paused to clear his throat. "But it's pretty cool, how your dad's a baseball player and all. He plays for the Yankees, huh? I guess that would make you a big Yankees fan. Me - not so much. I'd rather root for the Mets, as much as they completely suck and all. But I'd never root for the Red Sox, just so you know! Never. Anyway, what position does he play?"
Rick was starting to talk a mile a minute, a bad habit of his. When he started talking fast or for very long periods of time, he tended to reveal some things about himself that people either didn't want to know, didn't care to know, or weren't supposed to know. He hoped it wouldn't come to that, because he was actually enjoying Riley's company. She seemed like a really nice girl and he supposed that they could probably be close friends one day.
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Post by Riley Jones on Dec 22, 2007 17:25:59 GMT -5
"Nope, I went to a public school. My dad wanted me to actually be a normal kid, although my mom wanted me to go to an all-girls private school. I had more guy friends then girls, and I obviously would be more girly if I had gone to an all-girls school. They are pretty preppy there." She loved the public school she went to, she had all these skateboarding friends that she really liked to hang out with. Of course, she was the single kind of skater. She didn't have a boyfriend at all during her school years, simply because she just didn't want one. She would turn down boys all the time and they soon just quit asking her out.
Seeming how she had so many guy friends, a lot of the girls thought she was a freak, but yet they were jealous because she was around many of the cute boys, but she took no notice of the way they looked. "I guess you could say I'm pretty rich, but I didn't really ever use any of the allowance money I got. Weird, huh? But the Upper West Side is cool, my aunt lives over there. She's an old lady who thinks I'm a child from hell. I don't know why either. I've never done anything to her in my lifetime." Her aunt was a f.ag. It was true. Her aunt hated her for some reason. It was probably because her aunt was so old fashioned and wanted Riley to be all "lady-like" and polite.
"Yeah, my dad's a Yankee player. He usually plays 2nd or 1st base. He pitched once but decided he didn't like it that much. I'm a fan of all the New York sports. The Yankees, the Mets, the football team, everything. Although, I absolutely hate the Boston red Socks! The fans are just so evil, thinking their team is all that, the fans are pesky. I've come across a few who made fun of my dad and I almost attacked them. They ran away when they saw how mad I was." She remembered that day. She was pissed and luckily two of her friends held her back so she wouldn't attack the guys. Now she was talking faster then usual. She was glad she wasn't the only one talking fast. She was having fun talking to Rick, if she was late for her next class, so what. She didn't want to go anyways.
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Post by Rick Hazel on Dec 22, 2007 23:14:55 GMT -5
Rick grinned at Riley friendily, his pearly white teeth showing. "So, no private school princess? Aw, what a shame," he replied sarcastically. "I guess I'm not really surprised," he admitted. "You don't strike me as the type. What I mean is, you're not like the girls I knew who came from that background."
"Lucky one," Rick scoffed. "My parents weren't for that whole 'yes-I-want-my-children-to-be-normal' thing. So off to private school my brother and I went! Co-ed, thank god, but still...Really, it was either that or some boarding school in Maine. I think you can see why we chose private school," he laughed. Rick liked the idea of being independent, but Maine was a bit far from the city he dearly loved. It was one thing to be free from his parents, but it was another thing to be away from New York.
"No, my parents wanted to show the world how amazingly rich we were. My dad was a curator in some fancy, famous but 'underground' museum," Rick mocked, using air quotation marks, as those were the exact same words his father would use to describe the museum, "and it had some strangely unpronouncable name, so I think he just called it The Muse. Anywho, my mom grew more widely recognized - as in people outside of the Tri-State area knew her work - and the money kept rolling in. But my brother and I never took from our parents. I got a job at an American Apparell near where we lived and he got a job at Starbucks. We were both pretty popular at our jobs."
"Our private school was pretty wild though. I mean, one day some dude just walked into school playing the accordion and nobody gave him a second glance. And another day, some guy walked around with his snake around his neck and all the teachers did was obsess about the snake and ask the kid what he fed it. I learned more than I wanted to know about snakes that day," Rick said, pretending to hurl. "Seriously - it was as if they took all the crazy, sexy, cool kids in New York, or anywhere, really, and just threw them into one school."
Rick laughed before continuing. He was really chatting it up now, but he loved talking about his life in the city. There were just so many things to do, to see, so many people to meet and so very little time. "I don't know any of my other relatives, except I might know a cousin or two and I know my grandparents on my mom's side. I think it's safe to say none of them hate me yet," Rick joked, grinning widely. "I don't see how anyone can hate you anyway. You seem pretty damn cool to me." Rick shrugged.
"How you can be interested in watching any other sport besides baseball, I don't understand. I love playing sports, but it's another thing to watch them for me. I just can't stand it!" Rick groaned, sticking his finger in his mouth repeatedly and making twisted faces. "But I guess it's what you like, so that's all good. And that's hilarious! I can totally see you chasing after some kids mocking your dad or something!" Rick laughed, his whole face lighting up.
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Post by Riley Jones on Dec 22, 2007 23:43:41 GMT -5
Riley listened carefully to Rick's words, smiling widely and chuckling every few moments. She hated her parents more than anything in the world. I mean, her dad was OK, he was actually nice to her. "My dad was the nice one in the family, he actually let me get my way, there's just some things I don't like about him. I hate my mother, she always assumes things and thinks she's right and blames me. I don't know why, I've never done anything to her either. And my brother, he wants to be like me and it gets very annoying, him copying me and stuff. I was sent here partly because I caused so much trouble in school but the other reason was because my brother was doing a lot of the things I always did, and mom didn't appreciate that. And the only relative around was my aunt. I'm so glad I have a dorm here. I can't put up with her anymore." She could go on and on about how horrible her family was, but she stopped. She couldn't stand talking about them.
"Yeah, I am quiet the princess." Riley's voice was sarcastic to Rick's reply. "I may look like an angel but I'm not. If a princess jumps off roofs, breaks rules, and skateboards in parks she shouldn't, then I'm a princess although I wouldn't call myself that." She had to chuckle at her own words. Yeah, she had jumped off her roof once and broke her leg, but that didn't bother her. Actually, she broken a lot of bones, but she was fine with that, odd.
She loved sports, at times she didn't like to watch football but she did sometimes. "Sports are fun to watch. I don't know why, but they are. I've played soccer, softball, and volleyball but most of the preppy girls were on the team and the coaches made me do things I didn't want to do, so I would stand there and let the ball pass me. I was always sitting out because of that and I ended up quitting about the first week of starting." She was a pain in the ass when it came to sports. If she didn't like the team she was on, she would just stand there and watch, making everyone else give her looks like 'what are you doing?'. She loved doing that, probably because trouble was her middle name and she enjoyed getting into trouble and making others mad.
"A lot of people hate me though. Probably because of my attitude, friends, and hair. But thanks. I'm not really popular around these areas, it doesn't surprise me." Riley leaned back more, stretching and glancing at the clock but looking back to Rick to see what he would say next.
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Post by Rick Hazel on Dec 23, 2007 1:40:25 GMT -5
Rick groaned although he nodded in agreement with Riley. "I get what you're saying about pesky relatives. My dad's the biggest pushover I know! He's always agreeing with whatever my mom says, probably because she's the one with the main income in the family, so I guess that makes her head of the family by financial association," Rick snorted, rolling his eyes. "Bullshit. The only thing that woman's got going for her is her job. My dad's really the one with the looks in the family, so I'm glad I got my looks from him," Rick smirked. "Not to say my mom's not pretty or anything, because she is, but she really lets herself make some horrible fashion choices. She calls me gay sometimes - hopefully as a joke - when I tell her this, but she knows about my...tendencies," Rick paused. He never liked talking about his player ways. He knew most people knew about it and he'd been confronted about his tendency to go after several women at once, but he never liked outwardly talking about it with everyone. Especially not people he was trying to make friends with.
"My mom's really a bit of an insane control freak, in the way that she can never get anything under control. Whenever you see her, she's in some kind of rush or she's got a million people to talk to and see, a million things to do - stuff like that. She never had time for anybody but herself and her needs, but Dad doesn't seem to mind because he dotes on her and acts like her shit smells like roses," Rick scoffed, shaking his head. "It's almost pathetic. But my brother, he's more like me in this tolerable way. He's actually pretty cool. He has this quiet way about him and he tends to go with the flow, but he acts really aloof and is totally apathetic to every problem in his life. He likes to pretend they exist and from what I see, it seems to be working."
Rick laughed at Riley's next comment. With everything she said, he liked her more and more. "Of course princesses jump off roofs! It's the new thing. I mean, Princess Peach has done it tons of times, right?" Rick laughed again, secretly wondering when exactly Riley had done such a stunt. It sounded pretty damn awesome, but he wondered how she did it without totally killing herself. "Were you drunk when you jumped off said roof, by any chance?"
Rick smiled and just listened to Riley for a few moments as she spoke, making sure he heard and understood every word. We're so similar and yet so different, Rick thought bemusedly as he nodded along to Riley's short spiel on sports. "Okay, okay. I know where you're coming from, but honestly, I don't get pleasure out of watching people get sweaty and feeling my ass get numb and my back ache on those dumb as hell bleacher seats. I also don't enjoy having some fat, overenthusiastic fan drop his insert-food-or-beverage-or-toxic-waste-here on me," Rick argued, folding his arms over his chest and shaking his head. "It's just not my scene."
Rick then noticed Riley looking at the clock and got the feeling that she'd been watching the time on occasion. "Got somewhere to be, Chameleon?"
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Post by Riley Jones on Dec 23, 2007 13:07:53 GMT -5
"I could totally live without my parents, they are just...parents. They don't let me have any freedom, which explains my little troublesome act. But getting in trouble is fun for me, I'm so used to it that it's like someone telling me to go skateboard, I would get into trouble if someone said to go get in trouble. It's easy." Her parents really didn't like her attitude but she would get away with almost everything if her father was home, because he was always busy fixing the house or reading the newspaper to notice Riley getting into trouble, and her mother always agreed with him. When he left for practice or a game was when her mother would act like the total b.itch she was. She was like an evil step-mother who was nice near her husband but a total witch when she wasn't.
"I wish my mother was a control freak. She's a stay-at-home mom and whenever I come home, she's sitting at the table staring at the door, just waiting to blame me for something. That's why I would always take my time to get home, and she'd get pissed off at me for doing that. My dad is a nice guy, there are moments when I really don't like him but that's when he embarrasses me or says something stupid to my friends and tries to act cool. He may be a famous baseball player, but he's still an embarrassing man." Her dad once tried to act like a skater and, instead, hurt himself and missed three practices and a game. It was pretty dumb.
When Rick asked about her "roof" experience, she laughed. "I wasn't drunk. I was acting like myself. Like I said, if someone tells me to get in trouble I'll do it and one of my friends dared me to jump off the roof. She said she would pay me $100 if I did and if I chickened out, I had to pay her. Well, she invited a lot of people to watch and I jumped off. Of course, I broke my leg, but I've broken a lot of bones in my lifetime so it didn't bother me. I got the $100 too. Everyone called me the 'daredevil' for the rest of the week."
"I usually watch the games on T.V so I don't have to worry about that stuff. But seeming how my dad is hooked up, he gets me and my brother some really nice seats so we don't have to worry about a fat dude dropping stuff on us or people spitting Pistachios at us when they're yelling." She usually stayed at home unless she wanted her friends to come to the game, you can't turn down free tickets.
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Post by Rick Hazel on Dec 23, 2007 21:31:30 GMT -5
Rick nodded and laughed appropriately whilst Riley talked about her parents. Rick totally understood where she and so many other kids came from. He'd never met anyone who had never complained - not even once - about their parents. He doubted that it was humanly possible for a child to accept and unconditionally love their parents for who they were, the same way parents were always trying to change and mold their child into the perfect son or daughter. But that was families for you. They revolved around dysfunctionality.
"Yeah, parents will just never understand, no matter how close they are to you. I think parents exist just to pop us out and embarrass and scar us for the rest of our lives. Hopefully, we'll turn out alright," Rick grinned, shaking his head. Life was complicated and even more complicated to try to understand. Sometimes Rick just didn't even bother.
"So you are a little daredevil, huh? Remind me to get you at a party with a game of Truth or Dare and a few Jack Daniels. I'll be the one needing them," Rick joked. He was a little "out there" himself, as his parents said, but he would in no way jump off a roof when he was sober. It'd probably take him more than just a few shots to do it too! "Pretty stunning, Riley, I have to admit," Rick said, nodding his head in respect.
"Now, sports on TV or sports live...it doesn't matter to me. You still see them sweat on TV! And how anyone can remain almost completely idle for more than an hour in front of the idiot box is just unimaginably amazing to me! I can hardly sit still in movie theaters, for Christ's sake! Sports watching is just not for me. I'm the guy who's gotta be active, he's gotta be playing. I hate being on sidelines or on bench. It's irritating," Rick sniffed, frowning slightly. "And yes, those fat dudes are horrible. So very lucky you are. But personally, I like the nosebleed section, all the way at the top when no one can possibly be behind you. Now those are the best! Because you're not paying attention to the game, because you can't see shit, but you're just hanging out with your friends. I have good memories in nosebleed seats," Rick smirked, reminiscing.
"That's the only way anyone can get me to go to a game. A large group and nosebleed seats. I know it doesn't sound glamorous, but it's terribly fun."
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Post by Riley Jones on Dec 24, 2007 12:30:07 GMT -5
Riley had been a loner in her family ever since she was born. She would crawl away and hide, or just get away. When her brother was born, everyone started giving him attention and she enjoyed that. But a year after Shiloh was born, Riley became jealous and tried to get attention by becoming a bad girl. it worked, but not the way she wanted it to. She ended up becoming a bad girl around her parents and because of that, they were just a pain in the ass. "It would be nice if we could pick our families, I would totally trade mine. I think all parents are out to get their kids. I don't care if they are trying to teach us the 'proper' way to grow up, there is no 'proper' way to grow up. They can't force us to do things we don't want to do. It's pathetic." She made air quotes with her middle and index finger around the word 'proper' each time she said it.
"That tells you I'm a daredevil. Drunk or sober, I will do anything. But of course, I always ask for money or a new skateboard or something. When I'm drunk I do a lot more things than a should. I don't remember exactly what had happened the last time I was drunk but it was on Christmas and I do remember knocking the tree down and several other stuff. I think I tried climbing the tree, it was fake and light and didn't stand." That memory was just a blur, she barely remembered it, but she was drunk, it didn't surprise her. "Heck yeah. I'm up for Truth Or Dare and Jack Daniels, I love parties. Speaking of parties, is their a Christmas Party happening here at all? There is no way I'm going home for the holidays but I don't want to sit in my dorm room all alone for the next two weeks."
Riley listened carefully to Rick's words. She wouldn't argue, at times she didn't like sports but that was when she was busy and that wasn't everyday. "If I have friends, I never pay attention unless it's the Yankees playing. Not because of my dad but because of Derek Jeter, he's awesome! But I get distracted easily and if I'm sitting in an area where fat people are and those screaming guys, I will turn around and from there, it turns into a large yelling fight. It's interesting to watch."
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