watch your step (open)

[averyhawkins]

[atrb=valign, top][style=border-left:4px solid #fa7a7a; font-size:10px; line-height:13px; padding-left:8px; text-align:justify; text-transform:lowercase; padding-right:8px;]Jaime adored books. It wasn't uncommon for him to spend days in the library, when he wasn't meant to be in class, or when he wasn't spending time with his dad.. Hee, dad.. A flutter of warmth in his chest made him softly smile and he gripped his books tighter against the same warm chest. He was finished at the library early today. It was just after lunch this Sunday, and he had checked out exactly seven books to take back to his dorm and read until his eyes were too heavy for him to stay awake. That was always a good plan. He liked when he didn't have to dress in uniform. He didn't mind the uniform, of course. He had adored them the year before, when he had no choice of what to wear... Or rather, he had no clothes that were not ratted and thinned out and worn and stained, and too big for him. He would wear his uniform even when he didn't have to, just because it was the only outfit he had that was clean, pressed, and didn't earn him dirty looks. But now that he could have proper clothes, he wore them whenever he could. He wore shorts today that were high on his thighs, socks to his knees and sneakers for shoes. A short sleeved yellow shirt was covered by a pink jacket that had cat ears on the hood. He liked the cat ears. He liked everything, of course. He felt so happy, and so clean, and so proper, and coming from the library, he also was feeling very elated. Homework was finished, books were checked. Maybe he could go see dad today? But absent mindedness turned to a disadvantage, thoughts carrying him too far away to watch his feet, and a misstep had him stumble and lose his already precarious balance. Books were sent sprawling. His face hurt from being smacked by the ground, but his first thought.. was that he just hoped to God he did not just damage the books.[/style] [STYLE=font-size:10px; padding-left: 12px; font-weight: bold]words: 342 tags: open! notes: firstthreadwoo! c: credit: template made by oxymoron! of btn[/style]

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[tawny]

[atrb=cellpadding,20,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=rules,none,true][atrb=style,background:#333;width:338px;text-align:center;border:#1a1a1a 5px solid;font-family:helvetica;][STYLE=border:2px solid #494949;width:100px;padding:3px;background:#efefef;display:inline-block;margin:0 2px 4px 0;][/style][STYLE=border:2px solid #494949;width:100px;padding:3px;background:#efefef;display:inline-block;margin:0 2px 4px;][/style][STYLE=border:2px solid #494949;width:100px;padding:3px;background:#efefef;display:inline-block;margin:0 0 4px 2px;][/style][STYLE=border:2px solid #494949;background:#efefef;padding:10px;font-size:9px;text-align:justify;color:#4c4c4c;max-height:200px;overflow:auto;] He wished he didn't have to be here. Why exactly did he have to be here? On a weekend, for god sakes. The young man slouched down the halls, dreading every extra second he spent in this building stalking around looking for where he left it. It wasn't in chem class, or the locker rooms, or just any other fuckin sweat-sock smellin place he decided to look. Nicklaus wasn't the type of guy to lose things, especially something as important as his wallet. He couldn't afford to lose his hard-earned money, all those hours on the job couldn't go wasted. Hopefully it was around here somewhere and some stupid fucker didn't steal it because if he found out who that little shitface was he'd beat him down until-- oh hey look there it is. Nick picked up the wallet sitting on the windowsill of his history classroom. Oh yeah, he remembered that now, when he went to the window to get better cell service. Whoops. Checking to make sure every dime had be counted for he slipped the leather into his front pocket where it belonged before quickly heading out. He had better things to do than be in school on a weekend, he had to get ready for work later, jeez. Well, it was all his fault for just leaving it there. Lurking back down the hallways trying to find the nearest exit, he quickly passes a blond boy he didn't bother noticing. One track mind means no distractions after all wait what was that noise. The young man turned around quickly just in case, cause you can take the boy out of the streets but you can't take the streets out of the boy, as they say. Nicklaus looked to sense danger, but looked down only to see it was that blond shortie he passed by, boy or girl he couldn't exactly tell because shit that was a lot of pink, it made the German twitch an eyebrow up in question, but he couldn't care for that long. Looking over the situation...he was carrying like a ton of books. No wonder the kid tripped. Nick only hesitated for a second to take a glance to the exit, but no way could he just leave the little bookworm like that, besides all that looked heavy for someone so small. Picking up a few books as he walked closer to the younger stranger, Nicklaus stretched his free hand out to help, "Hey man, you okay?" [/style][STYLE=border:2px solid #494949;background:#efefef;padding:3px;font-size:9px;text-align:center;color:#4c4c4c;margin-top:4px;]words 401   tags cuppy   credit table by greyson of btn notes hope you don't mind me joining![/style]

[averyhawkins]

[atrb=valign, top][style=border-left:4px solid #fa7a7a; font-size:10px; line-height:13px; padding-left:8px; text-align:justify; text-transform:lowercase; padding-right:8px;]To say he paid attention to the boy that had passed him would be a lie, and lying was wrong, and sinful, so Jaime would not pretend that he gave the passerby much mind. On instinct, he had tensed just the smallest bit. He was quite used to being pushed in hallways, though less so here, than back in Wales, at his old school. Still, it was a habit he had learned long ago, and habits seemed to be difficult to break, like wringing his hands when he was nervous, or clenching his toes when he was scared, or crying after nightmares... Maybe those were less habits than reactions. So as such with flinching when someone passed, tensing, at the least, particularly when there was not a crowd around in the hall, just him and himself, and his books, and the boy that had passed. He hadn't caught his face, or his hair color. Dark, wasn't it? Maybe.. blue? No, not blue. Half of him, however, hoped that the boy hadn't seen, or paid attention to, him when he had fallen. Jaime could feel his face heat in embarrassment and he ducked his head, trying to gather his books quickly, but fumbling with nerves.. But then the boy was there again, picking up books into his arms, then a hand was outstretched to him. .. What to do? Jaime blinked at the hand, then looked up at the boy. Was he okay..? He flushed again and nodded sharply, taking the hand after his moment of hesitated confusion. "Th-thank you." He stood before he noticed the books, and he blinked a bit. He had picked up his books. He had seen him do it, but it hadn't even registered until now. He had picked up the books he had dropped. That.. that was so nice! His face reddened even more and he started to wring his small hands. "I-I'm s-sorry, for the trouble." He didn't have to pick up his books.. so nice...![/style] [STYLE=font-size:10px; padding-left: 12px; font-weight: bold]words: 332 tags: nicklaus notes: prettyseniorboy credit: template made by oxymoron! of btn[/style]

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[tawny]

[atrb=cellpadding,20,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=rules,none,true][atrb=style,background:#333;width:338px;text-align:center;border:#1a1a1a 5px solid;font-family:helvetica;][STYLE=border:2px solid #494949;width:100px;padding:3px;background:#efefef;display:inline-block;margin:0 2px 4px 0;][/style][STYLE=border:2px solid #494949;width:100px;padding:3px;background:#efefef;display:inline-block;margin:0 2px 4px;][/style][STYLE=border:2px solid #494949;width:100px;padding:3px;background:#efefef;display:inline-block;margin:0 0 4px 2px;][/style][STYLE=border:2px solid #494949;background:#efefef;padding:10px;font-size:9px;text-align:justify;color:#4c4c4c;max-height:200px;overflow:auto;] At first, maybe he would have made some sort of snarky sarcastic comment. After all, the situation was a tiny bit cliche, like how people meet in those romantic comedies. But as the young man looked over fumbling blond, he just couldn't bring himself to joke around. This kid just seemed, well, too innocent for words. Just look at that red face! Nick noticed now that this "kid" was a bit older than he dressed to be, and that he certainly wasn't a girl. Though he had the weight of one, because the upperclassman almost lifted him completely off the ground while helping him up; shortie was light as a feather! No way could he be a sarcastic jerk to someone like this, he just didn't deserve it. Letting his hand linger there until he was sure of the boy's balance, Nick took a step back to give him some room. "No problem, I couldn't just leave you there, after all." He noticed the titles of the three books in his hand, all storybooks even; fanciful tales of once-upon-a-times and happy endings. He raised an eyebrow and flipped a thumb through the pages, skimming some words here and there, knowing he recognized it. "I think I've read this before, it's sweet..." He kinda wanted to help out. Was that awkward? The guy was probably a student, maybe a freshman or something, Nick couldn't just leave him to carry all this stuff. Looks like his sunday might get a bit more packed. "I-I'm s-sorry, for the trouble." Nicklaus looked back from the book to the boy, not resisting the smile that crept up on his face, because god damn this kid was as sweet as his storybooks. "Don't be, we all stumble sometimes. Do ya...uh, want my help with these? No offense man, but you're kinda tiny for this book tower." He let the chuckle slip out afterward, but his german accent brushed over his words as he extended his hand once again toward the blond, "Here, I'll take those too if ya want." [/style][STYLE=border:2px solid #494949;background:#efefef;padding:3px;font-size:9px;text-align:center;color:#4c4c4c;margin-top:4px;]words 397   tags cuppy   credit table by greyson of btn notes herpderp helping[/style]

[averyhawkins]

[atrb=valign, top][style=border-left:4px solid #fa7a7a; font-size:10px; line-height:13px; padding-left:8px; text-align:justify; text-transform:lowercase; padding-right:8px;]He had helped him up. Although it was an easy task, Jaime still felt a swell of happiness that someone had even bothered to offer, to ask. It was sweet, and nice, and wonderful, and he felt so lucky to have fallen around such a knight as this, helping him even when he could have just walked away. That was the best part of it. He didn't know him, so.. no obligations, right? Just kindness, even if the effort was minimal. No problem.. But it was a problem. He had gone out of his way to help him and Jaime could have just helped himself, like anyone else would do, right? But he was Jaime, and he supposed he was a bit too pathetic to help himself, urging nice boys to help him instead, like this one, when he had better things to do than help with a freak he didn't know. Jaime blinked. He'd read one..? He looked at the book the boy was indicating, flipping through. "I.. I h-haven't finished it yet, but.. but I like it so far." He smiled hesitantly. It wasn't often he found someone else that read the books he did.. They mostly just looked at him oddly. The smile he received eased him a bit, though he did still feel guilty for being a bother. He didn't know how to not be sorry for such a thing, but he didn't push it; he didn't want to annoy him. He blinked, though, when he offered to help, then glanced down at himself. Tiny..? He wasn't that tiny, was he? He flushed a bit. He supposed he was small, especially compared to this boy, but he wasn't.. tiny, was he? Was that a bad thing? Was he making fun of him? His face grew hot with embarrassment but he was brought back from his mind when he noticed the boy's hand out toward him. "I.." He could carry them, couldn't he..? They weren't as heavy now.. But if he didn't, would he get upset? Or judge him more..? He didn't want him to judge him more. He wasn't that tiny! Right? He could carry them.. So he shook his head quickly, tightened his grip on his books. "N-no, that's okay. Thank you, I'm sorry." He didn't mean to be rude, if he was. Was he? He didn't know, but .. he didn't want to be. He just wanted to help, and it was more rude to have such a kind person carry all of his books for him, right?[/style] [STYLE=font-size:10px; padding-left: 12px; font-weight: bold]words: 424 tags: nicklaus notes: longer than i expected x'] credit: template made by oxymoron! of btn[/style]

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