Sugar High [Adrian]

[kuu]

(( push it baby, push it outta control,

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i got my gun cocked tight and i'm ready to blow ))
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November. Many people were wearing a longer shirts and scarf’s to avoid the slight nipping of the air. Shan was different from the crowd, but when wasn’t he? The young redhead was walking along the short path into the shop, his eyes looking around at all the people. He felt a bit out of place with his pale skin and red hair in this sea of tanned skin and dark hair but he shook off the feeling with a smile. He understood Spanish quite well (though he couldn’t say the same for English). Once he stepped into the small shop he was greeted by a sudden warmth and sweet smells. His eyes lit up as did his whole face. he was quick to find a table and take a seat, resting a moment as he got use to his surroundings. He had driven here but decided to walk around the town before returning so his legs hurt a bit. He didn’t mind though, the city was so beautiful it was impossible to regret visiting anywhere around the area.

This place was truly amazing. Shan sighed lightly through his nose and gazed around, for a moment wondering why he had been so daring lately. Daring in the way of why he was here. The man had gotten let out of his classes early and done the bit of work that was needed so his evening was free and it was such a beautiful day he didn’t want to spend it alone. So instead he had called up Adrian and asked the boy to meet him at the sweet shop. It had been a while since they got to see each other and they have yet to really have a change to hang out. The thought of seeing dear ‘kitten’ made the man smile more, his eyes holding a joyful look. Shan never knew he would become close to someone while here but he was certainly happy about it. After all, what more could he ask for when moving to a new country, a new life then to have someone so sweet, so amazing in his eyes by his side?

Shan chuckled a bit, knowing the boy would have blushed if he heard that. In all truth Shan was rather nervous about meeting the boy here. He didn’t want the boy to tire of him, something Mizumi warned him off. The man had been taking advice from his younger cousin since the beginning and it had helped some but only a bit. Shan was still confused as ever. To calm his nerves he went to the counter and ordered a sweet drink, hot cocoa. The man was pleased when his odd English didn’t both the woman and thanked her before returning to his seat and pulling out a small black book. He may not be able to speak English perfect but he could sure as hell read it just fine. Around him in the shop a few people cast him glances but he didn’t mind. He knew he looked rather young but had an air of maturity around him when calm. It confused many people. It wasn’t like he really stood out. He was in a simple white shirt that fell to his elbows and had a V opening showing a bit of his chest, his legs covered by simple tight jeans. The only thing that he could think of that made him stand out was his unruly red hair, and maybe his black choker, but he wore that to cover the mark on his neck, something he always wore.

The story was a ‘thiller’, one that made him smile. It was rather childish but he loved it very much. Black nails, red wine. A cute romance between two confused teenagers. It was a story he deeply loved and had read many times. Shan didn’t seem like it but he loved reading very much. One thing known well is he was very cultured in his love for literature, music and art. Some thought it made him rather girly but the boy didn’t mind. He had learned all those things from his mother so he could see the feminine side to it. But for once, he wasn’t reading for the joy but to calm his nerves. He didn’t want to admit it but he was so nervous about meeting Adrian. He hoped the boy didn’t mind him calling him out in the evening, or that he spoiled any of the boys plans. His own actions and thoughts made him laugh a bit, amused that he himself was so anxious. He really did want to impress the younger boy, after all he felt Adrian was special and deserved to be with someone who could match him well. Maybe that was why Shan was trying to learn so much about him, so he could make sure he was good enough to keep that beautiful smile on the younger’s face. The thought made him blush but he shook it off and went back to reading, calming his nerves while he waited on the younger

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[/color] I hope this didn’t suck ^^;
STATUS;;[/color] Private
TAGGED;;[/color] Adrian
OUTFIT;;Hurrr[/color]
MUSIC;;[/color] Come on and sleep with me
CREDIT;;[/color] RHYS of caution2.0, bby![/size][/right]

[Adrian-William C. Yournet]

He decided that he hated heels. Honest to God, Adrian-William had no idea why he had decided upon wearing them to his classes today. Sure, it wasn’t as if anyone cared, unlike in his old school. Here, a good majority of the gay community at this school, which, from what he’d seen and heard, was a majority of the school itself, cross-dressed at least a little bit. Adrian-William, true, was trying to avoid it, but the heels had looked rather good with his dark skinny jeans--something Sarah had always told him was a fact. So, he’d worn them, though his socks still had yet to match on any day that he was at this school. People had started to ask the age-old question: “How many socks do you have?” And, as such, he was used to answering with, “I have no idea.” And he really didn’t know. He’d tried counting before only to become distracted with something shiny, or the computer, or simply become bored. After all, he had a considerable amount of socks--they took up an entire box by themselves--and he hadn’t the patience to sit there and count the various pairs. Hell, he didn’t even know if he had all complete sets. He supposed if Mommy found them, or even Daddy, that they would send them in the mail so that he would have actual pairs, just in case he lost one. After all, it wasn’t as if he actually wore matching pairs. He’d heard that they, meaning some stores, had started to sell non-matching socks in a set. But what if he lost one of them? Then what? Would he have to buy another pack? What if that sock was his favorite? The only way that the sock would be his favorite is if it were a thigh-high, rainbow toe-sock. He already had knee-high rainbow socks, which were his current favorites, so something that would exceed those would have to be spectacular and damn sparkly.

But not sparkly with glitter--because glitter was the herpes of craft supplies, which was just annoying. Honestly, you use glitter for three minutes, and you’ll still find it on your clothes six months later. Bastard glitter... In other news, this underwear was ridding up, as he was currently in a very awkward position over the side of his bed, trying desperately to find his jean skirt instead of the grey pleated one he was wearing. He was shirtless, his jeans were taken off, and his feet were resting from those damned heels he’d so stupidly worn earlier today. He needed comfortable shoes for this date. Yes, a date. That’s what it was called when one hung out with his boyfriend, right? Of course! ...At least, that’s what he assumed. Ah, he could only imagine his parents’ faces! Hell, even his siblings’, though he supposed theirs’ would be more of shock rather than disgust, not including Addison, who was just a brat, anyway. Adrian-William had to give a giddy little squeal at the thought. A date.. with Tim! Well, of course with Tim. As far as he knew, he hadn’t another boyfriend, now, did he? Of course not. His boyfriend was Tim, and he was going on a date with him today, if you hadn’t gotten that information before. An excited ‘aha’ sounded as he pulled his skirt from its place under his bed and hopped fully onto his bed. A good thing, considering the door was a little parted and his knickers were definitely laced and moderately see-through. His parents had refused to buy him boys’ underwear, though he wouldn’t tell anyone that. It would cause questions, and he hadn’t the mind to make up tales that he would remember later to tell the next person--at least, he didn’t think he did. He’d never really tried before, that he could remember. He hummed, thinking this over for a moment or two, before simply shaking himself and slipping off his grey skirt. Now, the art of his jean skirt was a strange one. It wasn’t sewn together, but, instead, he buttoned it, then strapped three attached little buckles across the side. No one realized that, if the buckles were undone, then he would have an awkward slit on his skirt over his thigh, and that if the button was undone, then it would simply fall off.

The skirt itself only reached mid-thigh, and that was when he was wary on pulling it down. It tended to inch up on him. He already had his black tights on, and he fetched two socks--one, a light grey with three different blues striped on the top, horizontal--the other, a light orange with three different oranges striped on the top, also horizontal. Both were white on the heels and toes, but no where else, and reached a few inches above his knees, a couple of inches beneath his skirt. He then slipped on flat-footed, black boots that reached mid-calf. They weren’t too good in wet weather, but hey... they were cute, right? Of course right. He adored his boots. He pulled a baggy, black T-shirt over his head, a guitar with skulls, white, and pink and blue streaks, on the side. After all, he had to keep his masculinity somehow, didn’t he? A skirt was surely not a way not to do that. He glanced into the full length mirror, then shook his head and fetched two, burnt orange arm-warmers, and pulled them on. There, now he was warmer! He smiled, then, and drew a rainbow-patterned scarf around his neck, then a black baret, clipping his long pink hair back to hide it in the hat. Still, the moment he stepped outside, he regretted not getting a jacket. However, he was far too lazy and, no doubt, late, to go back and fetch one, so he simply drew his arms around himself and started off. He got lost twice before he spotted the arranged meeting place. Given, he had to check the name on his arm to match it (yes, he wrote it on his arm.. with Sharpie) twice before he was content enough to slip inside the door.

Adrian-William was distracted momentarily, first, by the little jingle of the door that sounded, then by the warmth, then.. then by the wonderful smell. He’d never been inside of a candy store before, or.. sweet-shop, rather, since he doubted that candy shops had drinks. Or did they? Bah, he didn’t even know. Still, it seemed wonderful, and he had to let out a giddy little noise as he stood there, bouncing, before someone snapped at him to shut the door. He hadn’t noticed he was still holding it. Ugh, idiot... He gave the man--woman??-- a sheepish little smile and let the door slide closed with another little jingle, before forcing his eyes away from the candies and sweets, and around to look for--there he was! He looked so hot... Adrian-William felt his cheeks heat and he ducked behind a candy stand for a moment. He probably looked like an idiot like this, dressed so damn femininely. He didn’t even know why he did. He shouldn’t have. He really.. really shouldn’t have. He bit his lip a little and peeked out again, nervous. What was he reading..? Adrian-William peered closer... a book. Duh, idiot, what kind of book? He didn’t know..He couldn’t read it this far away... He hummed and snuck closer, hiding behind things until he was behind the red-head, peering at his book from right over his shoulder. He paused for a while, skimming the words, before humming.

“Is this porn, or am I to be disappointed?”

[kuu]

(( push it baby, push it outta control,

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i got my gun cocked tight and i'm ready to blow ))
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The man was lost in his book, but also in his thoughts. In the book the main boy, Izura was found by the other main, Calvin. Izura was high in an ally-way with from kids and Calvin was furious, having literally picked the other up and carried him home. The man’s eyes paused on the page and he thought for a moment, his eyes drifting to his pocket where his cell-phone was. This book was a reminder to him, of his job. The man sighed, frowning at the thought. Normally Shan would put everything aside for work, even if he was simply thinking about it he would drop everything and check in with the rest of his group, eagerly hoping for some update. Today was different. He silently prayed that nothing happened today, that it was a dead day. Today was important to him after all, he was getting to spend time with Adrian and there was not a chance in the world he would let something take that away from him. At the same time thought his mind stayed lingering at the thought of his job. It was the reason he came to this school in the first place but it seemed he was easily getting distracted. Students and even fellow teachers were more of his concern these days then his job was and it worried him.

Shan wasn’t supposed to get attached, he didn’t want to get attached at all but it was hard. These students were so innocent, so scared. They were all pure in a way and so beautiful, the thought of DS being here disgusted him. Without a doubt, if someone tried to bring that horrid thing around here the man would be the first to drive him out. There was no way he was letting some slime harm these children, this haven. Shan wasn’t going to lie. He loved this school, he cared about these students, these strange teachers. It had become a home for him, for the first time in a long while he felt so safe, so welcome. Shamefully at times the man found himself wishing that he could teach here for ever, that he was here to be the mind-less teacher he played off as. But as always, things that are wished never come true. He only weakly shook his head and went back to his book, not wanting to think about it anymore.

All the man’s thoughts came to an end when he heard a voice behind him. Shan’s smile grew wide, not even having to turn to know whom that voice belonged to. Instead he turned and pecked the boy’s cheek, his dust rose eyes lit up in joy. ”Kitten”.. Hs smiled warmly, standing as he pulled the boy into a warm hug, his eyes closed for a fleeting moment in contentment. This boy was amazing, with only a simple amusing greeting all of Shan’s worries were tossed away, replaced by a sudden nervousness and joy. He pulled away a bit and looked the boy over, a playful look in his eyes. ”Kitten! How lovely you look!” He spoke as clearly as he could, hoping his accent and clumsy English would mess up his words. ”that skirt, fits your body” He laughed warmly, not realizing the strange wording but he didn’t care. He gave the boy a quick kiss before taking a seat, offering the boy the one next to him, his hand resting on his now closed book. His eyes glanced to it and he smirked faintly. ”It is a romance novel. They do porn but sweetly” He paused a moment to think about what he said but dismayed it, too pleased with seeing the sweet boy to care. All he wanted as the scoop the boy into his arms and deeply kiss him, something he no doubt would do later. Shan was a strange man, and so was his silent way of thanking Adrian, of course it was for something the boy had no idea he had done which made it even more amusing to the red haired man. His eyes once more swept the boy over and he smiled gently, very captivated by the sight. Adrian was quite a ‘eye catcher’ as they said it. Suddenly, Shan was jealous of those who also looked at the sweet boy, but Shan knew that was a mean thought. Instead, he kept up his sweet smile.

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NOTES;;

[/color] 5 am =w=
STATUS;;[/color] Cute
TAGGED;;[/color] Adrian
OUTFIT;;[/color] Hurrrrrr
MUSIC;;[/color] Pocketful of sunshine - Natasha Bedinglfield
CREDIT;;[/color] RHYS of caution2.0, bby![/size][/right]

[Adrian-William C. Yournet]

He wasn’t sure if everything was in order... How was someone supposed to act on a date? Were they meant to dress in short skirts and surprise their lovers? Were they meant to dress modestly and call them before they arrived? Well, if movies had taught him anything, it’d taught him that it was the former. He was supposed to dress in skirts and surprise Tim as much as he wanted to. After all, they were on a date, and even if Adrian had never been on such a thing before, he was pretty sure it was better if it was a little spontaneous, a little unsuspecting, a little flirty... well, hell, probably a lot flirty. Still, he hadn’t worn a skirt this short without jeans under it for so long... not since the surgery, at least, which made him a little uneasy. It wasn’t as if someone would just look at him and scream ‘holy shit, you were a girl!’ to everyone in Spain, which would no doubt send him straight to hell after the kicks of thirty priests, maybe a brief grope from one or five of those same thirty. Ah... pedophile priests... They even started with the same letter. That had to say something about the likelihood... or at least the resemblance. Then again, if the priest was ultra-super pretty and didn’t have some sort of AIDS, then Adrian supposed molestation wouldn’t be that bad... Eh, that was probably a bad thing to think on a date... Well, he certainly wouldn’t say that aloud, then. If he did, he had no doubt that he would confuse Shan more than anything, which would prove for some amusement, but he resisted the temptation.

Frigging temptation...

and it’s... tempting..ness....

William had to smile at the look of joy in the other. Honestly, he hadn’t thought the male would be that bored reading to be so excited at his arrival. Maybe it was normal, though..? After all, Adrian himself was very pleased to see Shan, and he supposed it was quite normal to feel that, particularly on a date. He didn’t know why... After all, it was usually just hanging out, right? Like they did in the Common Rooms, only with more likelihood that they would have sex afterwards. Then again, Adrian had never actually seen himself going on a date before, much less with a boy so appealing, with an accent so damn sexy... Each sound he made made William want to shiver in delight, which sounded a lot stranger than it was. Really. Despite the chill outside, the hug he received was enough to warm him instantly, at least in his mind, and chest certainly, which was certainly enough for him. He loved hugging Tim, even if, before arriving to this school, he had never really thought of himself as a “huggy” person. They used to make him rather nervous and tense unless with close friends, or he had initiated it in the first place. Nevertheless, his nervousness was back in a moment, when the hug ended and he was, instead, looked over, inspected almost. He really hoped he looked okay.. which.. was just.. weird for him. He had never cared before, right? Well, seldom, at least... But Tim’s words made him feel a bit less uneasy, and for a smile to cross his lips again, a blush to peek on his cheeks. “You think so..?” He looked down and patted his skirt a bit, just to make sure it wasn’t flipping up. “I hadn’t worn this skirt in so long... I thought you’d like it, though.”

Did that sound dirty?

...Probably.

Well, whatever. He wanted to make Tim as happy as could be. He was even thinking about staying to teach, or to at least help teach, something after he graduated, which was fast approaching. He already had his credits to graduate, though he hadn’t expected to until another year. But he wanted to stay with Tim, and with his friends here, even if he knew all of them wouldn’t stay. He would miss his family, his friends back home... but if he raised money from working, then he could always go and visit them a bit, just so he wouldn’t feel as.. off. He giggled faintly. “Sweet porn..? Pity.. I was hoping for rough. Dirty sex is the best, you know. Toys and all that.” He grinned at him, a slightly playful twist to it, an almost smirk, his green eyes bright. He slipped into the seat beside Tim, his skirt flipping up in the back enough so that he felt, quite obviously, the chair, awkwardly cooling his bum. He blinked, but he didn’t move to fix it. People couldn’t see his bum, even if it did feel extremely strange now, against such a cold seat. He coughed a little, settling his heels on the chair’s bottom bar, knees up a little, but it was better than being reminded that he couldn’t reach the floor. He bit his lip, then looked up at Shan, shaking himself from his nerves..ineffectively. He paused, then tilted his head and smiled a bit. “Are we going to make porn for our date?” He was kidding of course, but it was at least one way to calm himself down, and perhaps Tim, too, if the male was nervous.

...He never did really look it...

OOC: Sorry for the wait, Tidbear~! And.. sorry for the crap-post ^_^; But.. I replied, see~? <- halawl... I’m starting to like using that smiley... it looks insane! 8DD