WILLIAMS, tanner colby

[destery]

SEVENTEEN. HIGH SCHOOL. STRAIGHT. ROMANTIC. BERT SITEMODEL.
( TANNER COLBY WILLIAMS )

I SEE YOUR EYES, YOU'RE BARELY SOBER.
I HEAR YOUR VOICE, YOU'RE CALLING OUT FROM ME TO YOU.
the character

Hello, My Name is Tanner. Tanner Williams if you want to be formal, But I go by Tanner, or Colby. I'm a senior in High School, and well, honestly if you want to know anything about me just ask. Because I suck at doing these things! Haha.

SO SAY THAT YOU JUST WANT TO RUN AWAY.
AND REPLAY ALL THE THINGS THAT I TRIED TO SAY.
behind the character

hey bitches, it's destery and i've been pimpin' these hoes for about five years. i know right, it's great isn't it? need to get a hold of me? hit me up by [e-mail]. i'm also in the Central/Eastern time zone just so you know. don't need to be telling you people twice.

It was like any other day in California, the sun was out and it was scorching. "Oooof course. Typical day, nothing to do." Tanner sighed and starred out the window. He had lived here all his life, and still didn't have that many friends. At first, it was because he was a really mean little kid, but as that wore off he began to become really shy. It wasn't until his late teen years that Tanner had become more outgoing, more open toward people. He grabbed one side of his Hat and pulled it down over his ear, he always did that when he was bored. It was just the...normal thing to do for him. His big, brown eyes gazed outside into the dry, hot streets. "Hmmm...Maybe I'll go to the pool...But...Yeah." Going to the pool meant swimming with other people, which meant other people seeing his bare chest and stomach. Which was something that was seldom done, Tanner didn't really like his body, he felt as if his body wasn't good enough, didn't fit California's standards.

After gathering his blue beach towel and green and white swimming trunks, Tanner headed toward the pool. He felt like there was no need to drive, since it wasn't that far into town. Or at least, it wasn't that far from his house. The streets were so hot, that the tar on the roads were beginning to melt again, making walking and driving a bit less safe. He hated when that happened, because he could never get the black goo off his shoes afterward. It seemed like, as soon as he'd get the goo off, the roads would melt and for some ungodly reason he would decide that he needed to walk somewhere.

[KAYLACAKES]

just put a picture up and I'll gladly accept him (:

[destery]

There's also a picture in the words 'the character; ;D

[destery]

Yo dude, can you delete this?