Post by ryder on Mar 27, 2011 22:43:35 GMT -5
NINETEEN. COLLEGE STUDENT. BISEXUAL. UNPREDICTABLE. RYAN ROSS.
( RYDER BAILEY LONGG )
I SEE YOUR EYES, YOU'RE BARELY SOBER.
I HEAR YOUR VOICE, YOU'RE CALLING OUT FROM ME TO YOU.
the character
I HEAR YOUR VOICE, YOU'RE CALLING OUT FROM ME TO YOU.
the character
RYDER IS MAJORING IN PHOTOGRAPHY. HE COMES OFF AT FIRST AS KIND OF A RESERVED MAYBE EVEN SHYISH KIND OF GUY BUT ONCE YOU GET TO KNOW HIM YOU REALIZE HES DEFINITELY NOT. YOU'LL DEFINITELY BE GIVING HIM WEIRD LOOKS BY SOME OF THE STUFF HE SAYS OR DOES THAT YOUD NEVER EXPECTED FROM HIM
SO SAY THAT YOU JUST WANT TO RUN AWAY.
AND REPLAY ALL THE THINGS THAT I TRIED TO SAY.
behind the character
AND REPLAY ALL THE THINGS THAT I TRIED TO SAY.
behind the character
hey bitches, it's rae and i've been pimpin' these hoes for about 11 years. i know right, it's great isn't it? need to get a hold of me? hit me up by PM. i'm also in the central time zone just so you know. don't need to be telling you people twice. also meet the rest of my lovely babies, kole!:Josh glanced around the darkened room. His mother was either passed out upstairs with some random guy from the bar, or she was gone again, not expected to be home for a week or two. He snorted and opened the fridge door, snatching one of the beers on the top shelf. He moved to the counter popping the cap off and taking a drink, letting the nice cool liquid move down his throat. His eyes had adjusted to the dark, as he moved through the house to the stairs. He headed up to his room, which he shared with Micheal, his baby brother.
His gray/blue eyes darkened a bit as he heard a bit of a gargling noise. A frown touched his lips as he entered the room his eyes automatically going to the crib where Micheal lay sleeping. Josh wondered how long his mother had been gone for, before he got home. She never cared about the two boys, she was always at the bar. Josh was amazed at how long Micheal had survived with only him taking care of him.
They had no father, not like it mattered, neither of them knew who their fathers were, and his mother sure as hell didn’t know. She was always too drunk or stoned to care who she was sleeping with. It only became a problem when a month later she realized she was pregnant.
Josh had been afraid Micheal would turn out with something wrong with him. His mother hadn’t taken care of herself while she was pregnant. Still drinking and shooting drugs up her veins or sniffing them. Anyway she could get them she would. She didn’t even stop when it came to shooting them through her tear ducts so the police wouldn’t catch her. She could barely keep a job, right now she was in-between jobs. He wasn’t even sure where she was getting the money to go out.
Josh had been the one to get the job, he was barely making by at school and sometimes skipped to pick up hours. Thanks to him they had enough food to get by, and Micheal had toys and a crib and diapers. Thankfully he had someone to watch Micheal while he was at work or school, the neighbor lady agreed to watch him, though she only knew a little of what went on, she didn’t know it all.
Setting the beer down on a nearby table, he put the one side of the crib down and set his hand on his brother’s stomach lightly, just to feel him breathing. He often found himself doing this, it was a bit comforting for him. This way he knew his brother was still breathing, that his little heartbeat was still strong. For the most part, his brother was practically an angel among babies. He rarely ever cried, and he was such a happy baby, all things considered. It amazed him really, but Josh was glad, because he really wasn’t sure if he could have handled one of them noisy babies.
Micheal didn’t wake up, but he seemed to be attuned to Josh's touch and he made a slight, purring sound, almost at his touch. A half grin tugged at Josh's lips, before he pulled away, putting the side panel up again and then moving away to sit on his bed. He sighed, taking another drink of the beer and setting it back down as he leaned back on his bed, his hand resting on his stomach. He looked up at the ceiling and then closed his eyes as he used the toe of his foot on each side to kick off each shoe. It didn’t take long for sleep to take its toll on his exhausted body