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[Erik Kenneth Adams]

Erik’s face broke into the goofiest grin you’ve ever seen as he caught up with Marco. Things were spinning around in his head, but he pushed them aside. He couldn’t be thinking of such things. No… he wouldn’t. He wouldn’t think of such things. Not yet. He knew that Marco had to be as excited as he was, but Erik tried to hide his emotions. He was pretty good at it, too. Being an actor meant that you had to perfect the ability of hiding yourself behind a mask. Being an actor meant putting on a show. Erik was an excellent actor, but this was the hardest acting he’d ever done.

Erik had to think about where he would want to go. He kept pace with Marco, and started to lean over a bit. By the time he had any idea of what he wanted to do, he realized that not only had he walked extremely close to Marco, but he was leaning on the other boy’s shoulder. Determined to keep a very small distance between the two, he backed up for a minute. “Well… we could go to the commons in the dorms, or we could go to the cafeteria… anything that you want to do is cool with me,”

Erik kept running his hands through his hair, placing it in one style to just be changed as he realized how stupid it was. The reoccurring theme with his hair styles was the “wind swept” idea. It would go left, then right, then just messy, back to left, and the style would repeat itself. Eventually, Erik decided that this was enough, and stopped. His hair had not moved one millimeter after all of that changing. Beauty is pain, and pain is an annoyance, so beauty and hair both must be just an annoyance… right?

Erik leaned closer to Marco again. He just couldn’t help himself. He was putting on a bit more weight than he probably should have. His hand was dangling useless next to Marco. Without even thinking about it, Erik’s hand slipped into Marco’s. Erik refuse to show the fireworks that were busting behind his eyes, and he could feel the slight red creep into his face. He took a silent breath, held it, and released. He felt the color start to drain, but not fast enough. Erik hoped that Marco didn’t see anything, since he kept his face straight ahead, determined not to show how he felt about the simple touch.

CHARACTER. erik kenneth adams.
TAGGED. marco rowan jacobson.
WORD COUNT. four hundred fifteen.
LYRICS. hot wings (i wanna party) from the movie rio.
OUTFIT. here.
NOTES. hehe.

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[Marco Rowan Jacobson]

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IN YOUR HEAD, IN YOUR HEAD
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Wow! "Did he just? Yes, he did!" Marco felt that, and it sent a jolt of electricity through his body. Erik had taken his hand out of nowhere and Marco was hoping Erik didn't see him catch his breath. Marc almost held it there. If that wasn't enough he was so surprised Marco almost didn't hear Erik's response to the question he asked.


"Anything really is fine with me." He responded quickly. Hopefully that was the right answer considering Marc became completely distracted when he was supposed to answer. Marco ran his other hand through his hair. Dang! Why didn't he have time to look in a mirror and fix it. By this time in the day, it should've been messed up and not presentable. Surprisingly it didn't feel too bad. So that was a good sign already.


His mom had finally left him alone. Another good sign. That usually meant she was otherwise preocupied with someone else or something else. Anyone other than him at this point was good enough. Marco could feel the wind in his hair as the two got outside the main building. It wasn't exactly hot out, but then again it wasn't exactly cold either. It was a perfect day and it defintiely in Marco's case, it was turning out that way.


The only other question left was, where were they going. Marco didn't want to seem so eager nor needy and pushy. Not arrtactive whatsoever. He hated that. But then again they would just go back and forth until someone picked somewhere to go. But would they agree is the true question. First they had to pick. So where to go, where to go?

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( words donee ) ( tagsErik played by Jay!) ( notes and the heat turns up! ) ( lyrics "zombie" by the cranberries ) ( credit this template was made by zee (a.k.a. FLUNK IS A FOUR LETTER WORD of caution 2.0). Steal, and you will wake up inside a snowman on the north flippin' pole. )

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