hinderson, prescot william

[bradz]

twenty-three. local. bi-sexual. preppy. Chris Pine.
( Prescot William Hinderson )

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

freeform app here. whatever you want! leave it blank if you want, just make sure you keep them active.

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 bradz 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, chillintomusic ( AIM) ,bradzamazing (MSN), EMAIL( same as aim), etc. i'm also in the eastern time zone just so you know. don't need to be telling you people twice. also meet the rest of my lovely babies, -------!

Lately, things have been weird, weird dreams, weird things happening to him, not to mention the weirdness for being a teenage boy along with it, he kind of just shrugged his shoulders off and figured it was normal, but one thing that wasn't normal for him was the face that he woke up in a cold sweat. It happened a lot really, the same dream of just laying on the beach with the warm sun raining down on his body, and the hot sand caving in as if it was eating, or suffocating him, and next thing he knew he was submerged in water and couldn't get out. He struggled to get out flapping his hands around, yelling for help, but no one ever came and his body kept sinking as if something was pulling him down further and further, towards a bright hypnotic light, something that he really did not want to go near, then when his foot touched it, he would wake up, usually in a puddle of his own sweat, which was never good, especially when he had to do his own laundry.

Kevin had woken up from another one of those night terrors and looked over to his white alarm clock that was sitting on his nightstand, seeing it was still kind of early morning. He shook his head staring up at the blank white stippled ceiling, and inhaled deeply, before rolling up out of the bed and changing his clothes. He threw on a pair of white basketball shorts that were frayed at the bottom, a pair of blue and silver under armor shoes and a wife-beater, then rubbed his hair a little bit, trying to get the bed hair to go away. He grabbed his cell phone and his i-pod putting it on his running mix, then on shuffle, then yelled at his mom that he was leaving, grabbing a pop-tart on the way out the door so he had something in his stomach. He listened as his mother gave him a simple Ok, and he quickly headed out the door looking around at the emptiness of his neighborhood, and went down his usual way to the school, for a little pre-soccer practice, to hone in on his already talented skills.

The sun was starting to get warmer on his body, and the air was starting to move up in the degrees, it was going to be a nice decent day, and there seemed to be no chance of it raining on his parade. As he was walking down, kind on if a zone from the music blasting in his ears, and he took his usual short cuts going through the park near the caves, but not really close enough to pay mind to their existence. I mean, when he was younger, and his parents told him not to go to the caves, he went anyway, so he really didn't need to go over there and check them out anymore, but this trip to school felt different. Even though his headphones were on over his ears, he could still hear the cracking of sticks and leaves, then felt wind pass his face, as if someone threw something at him, and this caused him to go to a halt looking around. He didn't see anyone except this girl, who looked like a cheerleader at his school. He really didn't know seeing as soccer didn't really have cheerleaders, and usually he was too busy to go to the football games, but her face did look familiar, then after seeing her, his eyes came up and saw this guy who looked like he was following her, which I’m just going to say it looked suspiciousness, so of course by good nature, he wasn't going to let this questionable guy, do questionable things to her. So of course Kevin follows him all the way to the point of the clearing that looked like it came right out of the movie twilight, then fall flat on his face. He quickly took a side step moving behind a large tree being as quiet as he could and silent as possible, hoping that neither the girl or him saw him, it would be really hard to explain, but that's only if his has to.