GARNER, LEVI JOSHUA

[LEVI JOSHUA GARNER]

EIGHTEEN. COLLEGE. GAY. AFFECTIONATE. JOSHUA ESTRELLA.
( LEVI JOSHUA GARNER )

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

Do you love partying? I know I do! Sure I’ve gotta keep it a secret from my parents, but what they don’t know won’t hurt them. I drink a little too, but I guess you can call me a semi-virgin drinker. Haha, that doesn’t even make sense! Oh well, none of that matters anyways. People don't know much about me. I'm pretty gay, my friends know and so do my parents which is why I was kicked out of their house. I guess that's okay though, considering I live with my best friend now.

For the most part, I’m a pretty nice guy and innocent too I s’pose. I try and look out for my friends the best I can even if it gets me into trouble once in a while. Like any other guy I’ve had a few fights, but it’s something I really dislike. Make love not war, right? Y’know... I don’t really ever think about love or that kind of stuff, but I think I’d like going a date. Like one of those cheesy ones you watch in romantic movies where they’d go for dinner and then cuddle up for some movies on the couch. I may seem a little sappy, but that’s just how I am.

I’m a dancer at heart and there’s nothing anyone could say that would make me stop even if I find it embarrassing to have people watching. It doesn’t happen a lot, but I can get embarrassed. It usually happens when people say perverted things to me (the odd compliment works too), but it’s just terrible because I don’t like people seeing me blush.

Besides all that random crap, I like video games and reading (especially the fantasy stuff like Lord of the Rings) and watching movies. Hanging out with my friends makes me really happy because they’re a lot nicer than my parents. People may not know this, but I have a ridiculous fear of my parents and the possibility that they would kick me out if I ever slipped under a B+ or came out to my parents. I’m not fond of thunder storms either, now that I think about it. I’d crawl into bed with someone really close just so I wouldn’t be alone on those dark and terrible nights.

And well, other than that I recognize I can be a little pushy. I have this thing where I try to force people to dance with me because I think they need to have some fun in their lives. Some of them aren’t really good at it, but I’m here to teach them so why the hell not? I also get distracted really easily so it makes it difficult to concentrate on things like homework when I’m trying to talk with my friends on the phone.

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Okay, let’s see what there is to talk about. Um, I was born eighteen years ago in this crappy city and I’ve lived here for all of my life. I’ve got an older brother who was lucky enough to get away from here. I hear from him sometimes, but it’s never that often considering he would rather avoid our bible thumping parents. Anyways, I suppose you could say we were a well off family. They spoiled me with most things, though I had to read books like Harry Potter and Lord of the Rings in secret. It was a rough time; I went to church blindly and listened to the bible stories that were fed to me day and night.

Luckily for me, I had someone I could talk to and play with. I met my best friend in grade one, sure he was a little scary back then but holy shit was he ever a cool kid. Actually, to this very day I consider him to be one of my dearest friends. He was actually one of the few people that didn’t mind me dancing which was pretty cool considering how often other kids would pick on me. Um, when I was about ten I broke my foot and I wasn’t allowed to dance for a while and it got to the point where I almost started crying it was that horrible. Holy hell, my parents wouldn’t have let that happen though, they bought me a few video games to tide me over which more or less brought around my gaming addiction. Oh god, the amount of money I spend on video games now is ridiculous!

Anyways by the time I got to high school, I was pretty heavy into dancing and I was starting to ignore religion a lot more. I actually started partying around then too, which is pretty cool since I practically dragged all my friends out when some of the older guys got me into that scene. You can’t really tell anyone, but I started drinking too. Not a lot mind you, but just enough to get that sort of... feel good feeling. I eventually told my parents that I was gay and that went over badly. I actually got kicked out of the house and in my blubbery mess I had been taken in by one of my closest friends and his adoptive mother (who adopted me as well).

Now I'm eighteen and am going to be starting my first year of college when the leaves begin to fall. I'm going to become a dancer, so hopefully that doesn't go awry for me.

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

hhey bitches, it's dan and i've been pimpin' these hoes for a very long time. 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 -6 gmt (central) time zone just so you know. don't need to be telling you people twice. also meet the rest of my lovely babies, scott james harlow!

Sometimes it felt like there was a constant rush to beat his older brother home after a long day at school. Today was no different, but at least the young sophomore had made it into his home with relative ease. As he kicked off his shoes, the kid easily scampered up the stairs and peeked around the house only to find out that both his mom was at work and that Schuyler was at daycare. Seeing as how it was Friday, the teenager remembered that his sister and Six would be at pre-school for a few more hours. That meant he had the place to himself until his big brother came home.

A mischievous grin fell on his lips as he set his backpack on the kitchen table, pulling out all his little papers that his mother needed to see before scampering off to Paul’s bedroom. Even when he was younger, Ace never had the chance to actually get a good look around the house. Now that no one was home, the teenager was able to snoop around without getting scolded for it. He giggled softly as he entered his big brother’s room, staring adoringly at all the neat things he had become so familiar to him. Band posters adorned the walls, shelves filled with CDs and DVDs sat pressed into one corner of the room. A television sat across from the bed with a stereo on one desk and a few of Schuyler’s toys scattered throughout the rest of the room. There was the occasional piece of clothing on the floor and the fifteen year old tried to ignore it, more concerned with what was hidden in the depths of his brother’s room.

It wasn’t uncommon for the fifteen year old to wonder what kinds of things his siblings kept in their room and now the boy had his chance. Looking over at the dresser, he tugged on the first drawer and began to rifle through its contents. From the looks of things, it was just all clothes which bored the teenager to tears. He went through the rest of the dresser and had ended up finding the same things over and over again before closing them and retreating to the closet. There was some things in here that were a bit neat, like a little tub of Schuyler’s belongings which was like... a physical scrapbook of his life.

Idly scratching his chest, the fifteen year old huffed before flopping down to the floor. There wasn’t anything interesting in Paul’s room. It was almost as if his brother was... normal. Wrinkling his nose, Chase turned his head, glancing at the black abyss that was the underneath of the older brother’s bed. There was something under there, but the kid couldn’t put his finger on it. Staring long and hard, the teenager finally decided to pull it out so he crawled under, just far enough that his hands could grasp the unfamiliar box and tugged it out.

Looking down at it, the teenager flipped the lid open and the first thing he saw made his little cheeks turn the darkest red anyone would have ever seen. It was... why were there naked pictures? Ace’s eyes widened in shock as he stared at the pictures some more, lugging the box up onto the bed he dumped the contents out and began to go through them. He bit his lip shyly, a little embarrassed and at the same time extremely intrigued by what he saw. There were a lot of pictures with guys and girls and a few with guys and other guys. Why did Paul have this kinda stuff? It made butterflies float around in his tummy and there were familiar stirrings elsewhere even though he wouldn’t want to admit it.