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Post by sterling blue on May 12, 2012 0:21:15 GMT -5
[STYLE=margin-top:30px; font-family:arial narrow; font-size:35px; letter-spacing:0px; color:#282828; border-bottom:4px solid #282828; line-height:10px; width:430px; text-align:left]HAPPINESS HIT HIM LIKE A BULLET IN THE BACK [/font][/style] [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=style,background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/FrIVr.png); width:410px; padding:10px,bTable][STYLE=background-color:#efefef; border:1px #282828 dotted; text-align:justify; font-size:10px; font-family:arial; color:#282828; padding:3px; width:280px; margin-top:15px; margin-bottom:15px; height:auto]Not only had Sterling come to school really early, but he'd come on a weekend. It was seven in the morning and Sterling had barely had the chance to shower. He hadn't gone to get coffee like he normally would have or put on proper clothes. He wore sweatpants and a t-shirt. Why not? He didn't work today. He did, but it was just marking papers. There was no reason why he had to be presentable. His hair was still damp from his quick cold shower that morning and you had to wonder why he bothered waking up this early to come to school and mark. Sterling came to the school on weekends because he thought students may need help and it would be easier to find him there than to come stalk him at his house. Why this early? Because Sterling liked having his afternoons free to have fun. As if this man knew what fun even was.
Sterling was hunched over his desk, his left hand lost in his wet locks and his right hand gripping a red pen tight. He was marking essays that he'd asked for the students to hand in the day before. He had to remind himself that this was a history class, not an english class, despite his temptation to take a hundred mark of some kids for their atrocious spelling. Several times, Sterling nearly fell asleep at the desk. His eyes drooped shut while reading some of the papers, which weren't all that interesting. Some got him excited, but a majority of them were boring paragraphs that just stated the basics. Sterling wanted details and something fun and these kids didn't want to give him that in their writing. Maybe he could just give them all B's and be done with it for the weekend. Everyone liked B's, right? At least he wasn't failing them, even when a portion of them deserved that with their attention span.
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Post by dustin wood on May 12, 2012 1:01:43 GMT -5
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TAGS: MERP
NOTES: RAWR
CODED BY TSU DOLL OF
ON THE EDGE[/style] | [atrb=vAlign,top][atrb=style, width: 300px; text-align: justify; padding-left: 4px; padding-right: 4px; border-left: 7px solid #a9c7c8;][style=font-family: Arial; margin-top: -4px; font-size: 10px;]The boy knew he shouldn't be thinking it, but the man was beautiful. Staring at this man, watching him silently from the doorway, Dustin could hear each rapid beat of his heart in his ears. That dripping hair, oh what a mess he was - yet those beautiful drooping eyes, they were tugging at Dustin's heart. Each sigh from that deep voice seemed to make the boy's nervousness grow worse and worse. Normally, he was never this nervous, this awkward, this scared.
Standing in the doorway, Dustin watched with interest. He was dressed more clean - slim jeans and a simple grey tee, his flannel tied around his hips. In his hands was a thermal lunch bag, holding something inside. Hugging the item close to his chest, the boy slowly walked towards the other till he was near the desk. How badly he wanted ot reach out and run his fingers through that wet hair - but instead he ran his fingers through his own, tied back in a up pony, for once the dark blonde locks out of his face - which was displaying a wide smile now.
Walking to the desk, he carefully set the bag down and tilted his head, staring at Sterling. ".. Sir, you look very tired. Why are you not at home resting, silly..". A gentle laughter was heard ad without asking, he tugged a chair over and plopped down beside the man, his face lighting up as the saw the papers. "Ah! I wanted to ask about those! Did I do well, or.. do you think I still need to be tutored sir..?". He was so happy, so eager at this early morning, but it was all just an act. He wasn't here for tutoring - he wanted ot give the man a gift.. and gain his attention.
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Post by sterling blue on May 12, 2012 10:39:17 GMT -5
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Weakly, Sterling rubbed the sleep from his eyes, trying to straighten up his posture for the visitor. Though he wasn't dressed to give lectures and tutoring. "I... uh... I'll get more sleep later," Sterling answered simply, a little smile on his lips. He put down the paper he held and grabbed the stack, flipping through what he had already marked before the familiar name popped up in one of the top corners. He tugged the essay gently from its place and held onto it while the others went back on his desk again. "Mister Wood. I'm sure you'll be glad to know that your marks have been improving. My tutoring seems to be doing a good job on you and you're welcome to continue coming to me. This here- this essay- is good... but I know I could make you do even better if you let me." Sterling was smiling wider now, laying down the paper so that the other could observe it if he chose to do so.
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Post by dustin wood on May 13, 2012 1:29:04 GMT -5
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TAGS: MERP
NOTES: RAWR
CODED BY TSU DOLL OF
ON THE EDGE[/style] | [atrb=vAlign,top][atrb=style, width: 300px; text-align: justify; padding-left: 4px; padding-right: 4px; border-left: 7px solid #a9c7c8;][style=font-family: Arial; margin-top: -4px; font-size: 10px;]Looking at the paper, Dustin perked up. It was a number he wasn't expecting - higher - and he seemed to beam. He was always happy to get good grades - it meant he was doing well, and that Sterling had to praise him. Giving the man was weak smile, he nodded softly. he loved hearing that, that this man believed in him. "Do you really think I can do better sir..? If so, I believe you! I'll just.. have to work harder with you.." He nodded, then placed the bag he held on the desk, a.. rather nervous smile now.
"Well.. actually.. I came here to thank you for tutoring me!" He stood up a bit, opening up the bag and pulling out a few items. He set a Thermos in front of the man, then a few tuba-wears. He placed a fork before him, then opened up the plastic containers. Inside was a vast breakfast - one that he had used his kitchen at work to make.. it took a lot of begging, but he was proud. Scrambled eggs, bacon with sausage and silver dollar pancakes. "I didn't know what you liked so.. I.. kinda made it all?" He laughed nervously.. then sat again, staring at his lap. "I..hope it's okay.."
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Post by sterling blue on May 14, 2012 22:14:53 GMT -5
[STYLE=margin-top:30px; font-family:arial narrow; font-size:35px; letter-spacing:0px; color:#282828; border-bottom:4px solid #282828; line-height:10px; width:430px; text-align:left]HAPPINESS HIT HIM LIKE A BULLET IN THE BACK [/font][/style] [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=style,background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/FrIVr.png); width:410px; padding:10px,bTable][STYLE=background-color:#efefef; border:1px #282828 dotted; text-align:justify; font-size:10px; font-family:arial; color:#282828; padding:3px; width:280px; margin-top:15px; margin-bottom:15px; height:auto]Sterling believed in this boy. It was wrong for any teacher to play favorites with their students. But sometimes, they couldn't really help it. Some students were awful and you just couldn't help but not like them. Then there were students like this with that need to learn and get better. Dustin was a good boy. He was sweet, kind, helpful and even smart, even if he didn't know it yet. Sterling meant to help the boy realize his full potential in school. Maybe he couldn't help the kid with all of his subjects, but Sterling sure could help him out with anything history related. That was the man's specialty. Along with English... but Sterling didn't teach that one. "Good. You know you're welcome to see me any time. Or schedule ahead of time in case I'm not here. I'm rarely busy, so you won't be ruining any plans I have," Sterling assured, his eyes rolling. As if he had a life outside of teaching. He woke up, got coffee, went out on a run, came to school, marked papers, went to bed again. That was it. No social life.
The man was left in complete silence at the sight of the food. He had nothing to say to this. He didn't know what he could possibly say, but his stomach spoke for him with a loud grumble. Sterling hadn't eaten yet today and hadn't felt hungry at all. Until now. Now that he was face to face with this meal, all he could think about was this need to eat. That, and how much he loved this little boy. "Did you make this yourself? For me? Not just leftovers from yourself?" Sterling was shocked and just couldn't believe that a student would be doing this for him. With his fingers, he pulled one of the sausages from the container and started to nibble at it. He sighed contently, eyes shutting as he mumbled, "I can't believe you'd do this for me. I don't think anyone has ever done this for me. God, please don't stop."
[/style](WORDS) --- (TAGS) cola! (NOTES) badumdumdum
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Post by dustin wood on May 15, 2012 2:18:24 GMT -5
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[STYLE=background: #D1D1D1; color:5d5d5d; float: center: 125px; width: 305px; padding:20px;height:250px;overflow:-moz-scrollbars-vertical;overflow-y: auto;]As the man started to eat and greatly enjoy it.. Dustin raised a brow before laughing softly, nodding. He had used the kitchen from work, but he didn't want to tell the other that. Instead he just smiled. "You don't.. strike me as a vegetarian, so I hope it's okay I made meat!" Reaching over, he grabbed the canister and opened it. Placing the large cap-cup down, he poured the coffee out carefully and nudged it towards the man, a nervous laughter.. setting the canister down and he shifted his seat toe see the other more.
"Also, this! I kinda guessed what you would like.. uh.. yeah! BUt it's a thank you, for all the kind things you do for me. Tutoring and.. talking with me. You are very kind sir. I love your attention. " .. He was probably talking alot. It was smart to shut up now. Staring down at the paper, he softly smiled and lay it down in his lap, hands folded and resting on top of the sheets. .. He was really doing ebtter. Because of this man.. it was hard for the child to hold back the giant smile on his face.
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Post by sterling blue on May 16, 2012 1:14:53 GMT -5
[STYLE=margin-top:30px; font-family:arial narrow; font-size:35px; letter-spacing:0px; color:#282828; border-bottom:4px solid #282828; line-height:10px; width:430px; text-align:left]HAPPINESS HIT HIM LIKE A BULLET IN THE BACK [/font][/style] [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=style,background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/FrIVr.png); width:410px; padding:10px,bTable][STYLE=background-color:#efefef; border:1px #282828 dotted; text-align:justify; font-size:10px; font-family:arial; color:#282828; padding:3px; width:280px; margin-top:15px; margin-bottom:15px; height:auto]Vegetarian? Sterling found being a vegetarian to be a very unhealthy lifestyle. He found that the only good reason to stick to veggies was if you were against killing animals. Sterling accepted that reason. He did not accept that meat 'didn't taste good' or that veggies were the healthy way to go. Meat gave him iron and put fat on his bones. He hated taking vitamins and knew that he'd have to do so if he didn't get the vitamins that meat products gave him. What Sterling was trying to say was... no, he definitely wasn't a vegetarian and never would be unless all animals on the planet died out. "I love sausages. I love bacon. Steak, ham, chicken, burgers, damn... Dustin, you just made the greatest breakfast of all," Sterling assured him, digging into the eggs that came with the meal. He hated to say that he was a little jealous, but he was. Ster couldn't cook if his life depended on it. He'd just eat whatever he was given raw rather than burn it to nothing.
The man looked up from his food, lowering his hands and staring at the boy. He turned his gaze away, looking around to stand and reach over for the closest chair. He pulled it right over beside his own and gently patted the cushioned seat. "Sit down with me? Have you eaten today already, Dustin? I can share..." Sterling offered with a little hum, grinning as he jabbed the fork in the direction of the food. It was a lot and the man could definitely have it all eaten within minutes due to his bottomless pit stomach, but sharing was caring. The last thing he wanted on his hands was a starving child. Gently, Sterling tugged over the cup, leaning in to breathe in the wonderful smell of coffee aroma. He grinned. "I haven't had a morning this great in years."
[/style](WORDS) --- (TAGS) cola! (NOTES) badumdumdum
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Post by dustin wood on May 16, 2012 6:54:49 GMT -5
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[STYLE=background: #D1D1D1; color:5d5d5d; float: center: 125px; width: 305px; padding:20px;height:250px;overflow:-moz-scrollbars-vertical;overflow-y: auto;]He was such a gentleman! It was almost cute. Strange was that may seem, for a student to find the actions of an older man cute, he often did. There were few things about this fellow that Dustin did NOT find adorable. They were all simple, subtle, yet the boy often saw them. The way he always tried to looked trim for class, how he always lost place the chalk and would grumble about the chalk's feel. Simple, silly quirks. How he was every day, in the smallest of ways, made Dustin smile so often when watching him. .. Something he.. wasn't too fond of admitting to.
Accepting one of the small silver dollar cakes, the boy started to nibble happily. Scooting his chair was he was inches away from the other's side, Dustin sighed contently. Staring at the desk, he nodded to the man's words - before turning a gentle red. He had not been expecting those words. The blue gaze lifted up to stare at the man again, gently frowning "Well.. I.. can't have that! I want you always have a good morning sir.." The boy spoke so honestly, staring at the man, curious as he watched him eat.. secretly pleased to have impressed him. ".. I'll just have to bring you coffee ever morning, aha!"[/style]
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Post by sterling blue on May 17, 2012 18:03:04 GMT -5
[STYLE=margin-top:30px; font-family:arial narrow; font-size:35px; letter-spacing:0px; color:#282828; border-bottom:4px solid #282828; line-height:10px; width:430px; text-align:left]HAPPINESS HIT HIM LIKE A BULLET IN THE BACK [/font][/style] [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=style,background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/FrIVr.png); width:410px; padding:10px,bTable][STYLE=background-color:#efefef; border:1px #282828 dotted; text-align:justify; font-size:10px; font-family:arial; color:#282828; padding:3px; width:280px; margin-top:15px; margin-bottom:15px; height:auto]"I think I'm gonna have to keep you now." It was a random statement and, of course, just a joke. That would be like slavery or having a pet. But humans weren't pets. Sterling knew this. But waking up every morning to hot coffee and a meal in bed would be Sterling's dream life. Despite already being twenty-nine years old, Sterling had never had a wife- or a girlfriend. But he'd thought about it before. Of course he had. He'd thought about all the great qualities he'd want in his perfect woman and someone who brought him breakfast in bed was one of those qualities. Too bad Dustin wasn't a woman? And too bad the age distance between them was a drastic one.
Sterling quickly cleared his throat, smirking as he looked over to the student playfully. He wrapped one of the sausages in bacon, happily devouring his meal, though trying to eat slow enough that Dustin would be able to get a few bites out of what he'd brought him. "Who knew you could cook? I didn't have a clue. Do you make dinners too? Or just breakfast? I can't remember the last time I had a properly cooked meal... not just something in the microwave or ordered in," Sterling mumbled with a little pout. This may or may not have been an attempt to also get the child to come over and cook dinner for him. But maybe Sterling was just pushing his luck a little too far.
[/style](WORDS) --- (TAGS) cola! (NOTES) badumdumdum
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Post by dustin wood on May 22, 2012 21:02:25 GMT -5
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[STYLE=background: #D1D1D1; color:5d5d5d; float: center: 125px; width: 305px; padding:20px;height:250px;overflow:-moz-scrollbars-vertical;overflow-y: auto;]Dustin hoped the other would keep him - keep him as his student, his friend.. nothing more though. Yeah, nothing..more. Shaking his head to get those thoughts, Dustin just stared at him silently, giving a small smile. He liked this man - he adored this man. Just hearing him say those words are more then anything he could have ever asked for.
"I can make dinner too! I can ..try to do anything you want." He spoke honestly, staring at him for a few moments before slowly nibbling at the food. Waiting a few moments, he slightly leaned himself against the other. Sighing briefly, he rest his head against the man's shoulder, tightly closing his eyes. he was so..comfortable like this. It felt nice. Safe.. almost..warm. Yeah, that is what he was going for.
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Post by sterling blue on May 26, 2012 1:34:23 GMT -5
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Placing the fork-full of food in his mouth, Sterling peered over at the boy, unable to smile very well with his mouth full, but his amusement and happiness reached his eyes. He wasn't at all phased by how close the other was or by the head on his shoulder. He just rolled his eyes and reached out with a free hand to ruffle the child's blond locks. "Maybe we could even get in some study time before eating. I've got a lot of extra notes and information that you might like to have for the upcoming test. Just an offer," Sterling hummed, realizing now that whatever plans he'd had for the day were cancelled. They couldn't have been that important in the first place. Sterling never had important plans aside from meetings and this sounded way more entertaining than those dull teacher meetings.
[/style](WORDS) --- (TAGS) cola! (NOTES) badumdumdum
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Post by dustin wood on May 26, 2012 22:55:21 GMT -5
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[STYLE=background: #D1D1D1; color:5d5d5d; float: center: 125px; width: 305px; padding:20px;height:250px;overflow:-moz-scrollbars-vertical;overflow-y: auto;]"CAKE!" It was a cheerful sound from the boy as he gently gripping his teacher's sleeve. Looking up at him the best he could, a wide grin appeared on the youth's face. He loved sweets, so much he wished he worked in a bakery rather then a diner. However, here he was able to watch them make such beautiful desserts and sometimes they even let him help bake them. It felt more.. special, then a day to day thing. "I can't remember the last time I had sweets.. I would love that very much sir." He explained this, while nuzzling his face into the other's shoulder happily. He was such a happy, affectionate boy around this man.
At the offer for more teaching, the boy slowly nodded. He wouldn't mind that, in fact he would love it. Dustin knew he had to learn far more if he wanted ot reach the grades needed. Though he didn't say much of it to his teachers, friends.. or even his lover.. well tha boy needed at least B's. A's were better though. A's meant he didn't have to beg to be passed.. he hated begging.."I would love that sir.." His smile grew more gentle as his eyes closed, just resting against the other. He admired and adored this man.. and the fact he seemed to enjoy his company only made the boy's day that much brighter.
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Post by sterling blue on May 27, 2012 2:45:32 GMT -5
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"Well, now I just have to!" the man laughed, reaching over to teasingly poke at the boy's side, unsure if he was ticklish, but at least giving it a little test. Sterling smirked and leaned over to the boy, his lips inches from his ear and his voice only a soft whisper. "So, Dustin... what kind of cake is your favorite? Tell me. Cheese cake, carrot cake, chocolate, vanilla, ice cream, shortcake... I could just buy all of them and we could have a large cake orgy, but I think that would be expensive." Sterling let out a long, disappointed sigh. One day, he would be rich- though it wouldn't be through teaching- and on that day, he would have to buy one of every cake. Then he could invite Dustin over for a giant cake party. It was a stupid and silly dream, one he'd never reach, but the thought of it happening was fun, at least.
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Post by dustin wood on May 27, 2012 11:56:01 GMT -5
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[STYLE=letter-spacing: 5px;background: #A2A2A2; color: dbdbdb; font-size: 10px; text-transform: uppercase; width: 346px;]You'll never hear this song[/style][STYLE=letter-spacing: 0px; ; font-weight: bold; background: #D1D1D1; color:8b8b8b; text-transform: uppercase; width: 346px;]You'll never see the movie in my head[/style]
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[STYLE=background: #D1D1D1; color:5d5d5d; float: center: 125px; width: 305px; padding:20px;height:250px;overflow:-moz-scrollbars-vertical;overflow-y: auto;]"Chocolate, sir.." He whispered the words softly, his hand still gripping the man's sleeve. Dustin could swear Sterling would hear his heart, it was beating a mile per second. Taking a slow breath.. he tried to ignore the intense red that had grown on his face, just nuzzling against the other's neck shyly. He knows Sterling was just being.. gentle, speaking in such a soft tone. They were so close there was no need for loud speaking - but it was very.. seductive. Dustin knew he shouldn't think that! But it was very seductive.. that deep voice spoken so softly against his ear.. the boy was glad his heated for was hidden, squirming gently at the poke, the smallest whine being heard.
"You're kinda goofy sir!" He laughed this softly, wrapping his arms around the man's neck to gently hug him. The boy felt so safe, so happy. When was the last time he had felt this way? It must be forever. Sighing.. he nuzzled under the man's jaw before peering up at him, a curious look on his face. "Thank you for being so kind to me -- you didn't have to! .. I kinda 'm a problem student.." He tried hard not to be! However there was days when it just happen. He'd slump off in school, fall asleep, be unable to focus. Sometimes it was due to.. body issues, sometimes it was due to lack to sleep from work. No matter the cause, it wasn't an excuse! He just ..hoped this man didn't see him as a problem.
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Post by sterling blue on May 30, 2012 14:31:29 GMT -5
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Sterling's eyes widened, shocked that the other seemed to think he was problematic. Maybe he did fall asleep sometimes, but he was a hard worker compared a few of the others. He was better company too. The teacher's eyes had grew even bigger at the sudden hug. He didn't realize what was happening as arms slid around his neck until he had the small boy's body nearly pressed to his. His fingers twitched and inched forward, resting a hand on Dustin's back and holding him barely. A smile tugged at his lips and his head lowered to nose at the child's shoulder affectionately. "I do have to. I'm a teacher and I have to treat my students respectfully. You especially. Because you're special. You know that! You're one of the few kids I tutor and possibly the only one who actually wants to take my tutoring. I like to think you enjoy being around me sometimes." The man chuckled, head shaking because he knew that was a silly idea. What student liked being around their teacher outside of class? That was absolute nonsense.
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