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Post by Cuyler Hudd Zeeby on Apr 19, 2008 20:05:40 GMT -5
Camillo had launched himself from his cross-legged position, diving after the- The...Diving after the....Well, Cuyler wasn't so sure what he was diving after. But it must've been something of importance, or Cammy wouldn't have done it so randomly.
Cuyler's eyes drifted upwards, for he noticed an arm stretched towards him. His brown eyes followed along the arm until they caught sight of the body it was attached to. Now why was Alex stretching his hand out in such a way. What an odd thing to do.
Or no...waitwaitwait. Hadn't Alex patted his head? Was this what happened? Then...then he had placed his own hands atop his head.
"OH!" he hollered, laughing as he took his hands away from his head, "Sorry Alex! I didn't even realize. Oh boy, I was wondering why my head felt so weird. Uh, not that your hands are weird feeling. They were actually quite warm and smooth. I'm jealous!" he said, smiling lightly.
"I've been thinking about dying my hair actually. I'd be fun. Maybe a red with some brown in it. Whaddya guys think? I think it'd be Wicked awwwwesome Cool!"
“Hmm, I wonder who this is from,” Cammy said. He was now rested on his elbows, legs up in the air behind him. “Have you ever gotten a message?” he asked, “I’ve gotten a lot of them. I keep them in a box at home. I have many. Maybe I could show them to you some time. And then we could eat empanadas, and some torta de miloja. Mi papi makes the best food. I wonder, what we’re eating today. Ah, ahora tengo ambre,” he complained rolling over onto his back, arms stretched out .
Cuyler frowned, "What're you talking about? Those are magical powers sent my the little flower fairies. If you hold it close to your heart you'll get some of the magical powers that the fairy had. This is a gift from her to you. But you only get them if a fairy has a crush on you. Hahahaha, there must be a lot of fairies looking your way Camillo!" he giggled, patting his hand on the grass, "I've only ever gotten one."
Alex smiled, "I pick it up where I hear it and I can usually figure out a sentence when I read it or hear it," Alex began explaining. "A lot of the words are very similar to french- which is as you know a second language to us here."
He held Scruffles tightly and heaved a sigh. "It's a love song. In a nut shell, he's rowing to the light across the river."
Lowering his chin, he looked at Cuyler with his warm eyes. "I'm not Pro my sweet." He smiled, pausing for just a second. This pause made Cuyler look up at Alex curiously, "-Mozzy."
"I'm still learning too."
“Si, it’s a wonderful song. Mi mami loves it. She listens to it often, especially when she’s cleaning. She doesn’t let me sing to it when she’s listening to it though because she says I’ll ‘ruin the song’,” he said with a grin.
Mozzy frowned shaking his head, "I guess your mami doesn't know a good singer when she sees one." He sighed lightly, looking up at the sky, "Now I want some candy. Some sweets. Mmmm. Maybe some gobstoppers, or fuzzy peaches. Or even some EXTRA SUGARY GUMMY WORMS! YEAH! Lets go to the store guys! I've got some money!" he jumped up to a stand and dug his hand into his back pocket, pulling out a wallet.
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Post by Alex Hades on May 22, 2008 16:39:10 GMT -5
Alex watched as Camillo had launched himself from his cross-legged position, diving after...Something "Is it a bug!?" he squealed, ecstatic at the thought.
Alex looked down at Mozzy and watched as he looked up at him, his eyes narrowed slightly as a dumb look was on his face.
"OH!" he hollered, laughing as he took his hands away from his head, releasing Alex's from his mighty grasp. "Sorry Alex! I didn't even realize. Oh boy, I was wondering why my head felt so weird. Uh, not that your hands are weird feeling. They were actually quite warm and smooth. I'm jealous!" he said, smiling lightly.
Alex pulled his hand close to his chest and looked at Mozzy. "They aren't soft" he started, his thoughts over powering his speech. He felt his hand with the other and looked at them with deep concentraition.
"I've been thinking about dying my hair actually." Alex flicked his eyes over to Mozzy, his mind flashed pictures of him with a different colour. It just wouldn't be the same!
"It'd be fun. Maybe a red with some brown in it. Whaddya guys think? I think it'd be Wicked awwwwesome Cool!"
"Nnnnooooooo!" cried Alex, falling to his knees and placing his hands infront of him! "It- it wouldn't be the same!"
“Hmm, I wonder who this is from,” Cammy said. He was now rested on his elbows, legs up in the air behind him. “Have you ever gotten a message?” he asked, “I’ve gotten a lot of them. I keep them in a box at home. I have many. Maybe I could show them to you some time. And then we could eat empanadas, and some torta de miloja. Mi papi makes the best food. I wonder, what we’re eating today. Ah, ahora tengo ambre,” he complained rolling over onto his back, arms stretched out .
Cuyler frowned, "What're you talking about? Those are magical powers sent my the little flower fairies. If you hold it close to your heart you'll get some of the magical powers that the fairy had. This is a gift from her to you. But you only get them if a fairy has a crush on you. Hahahaha, there must be a lot of fairies looking your way Camillo!" he giggled, patting his hand on the grass, "I've only ever gotten one."
What were the talking about? A Dandelion? Que? "...It's a weed?" he said coldly.
“Si, it’s a wonderful song." Cam comented, refering to his musicks. "Mi mami loves it. She listens to it often, especially when she’s cleaning. She doesn’t let me sing to it when she’s listening to it though because she says I’ll ‘ruin the song’,” he said with a grin.
Mozzy frowned shaking his head, "I guess your mami doesn't know a good singer when she sees one." He sighed lightly, looking up at the sky, "Now I want some candy. Some sweets. Mmmm. Maybe some gobstoppers, or fuzzy peaches. Or even some EXTRA SUGARY GUMMY WORMS! YEAH! Lets go to the store guys! I've got some money!" he jumped up to a stand and dug his hand into his back pocket, pulling out a wallet.
Alex looked at Mozzy, his jaw agape. "WORMIES!" Holding his dear Scruffles tightly, he squealed with mere delight at the thought of those gummies.
His mind suddenly drifted to what Cam had said, "You wouldn't ruin the song! I'm sure you sound beautiful and better than I!"
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Post by Camillo DaVila on Jun 2, 2008 16:09:21 GMT -5
“What!?” Camillo nearly shouted. Until then his thoughts had been aimlessly floating about. The pebbles in front of him were a perfect shade of gray, and so smooth. So small and perfect. He also had a collection of stones. He had more collections than any sane teenager should have. Rocks, dandelion seeds, bottle caps, string, pencil shavings, nails, bubblegum wrappers, you name it. They were each organized into their box. Alphabetically. Something most people would be surprised to learn. His room was tidier than the clean planet. And that was saying something. He knew those little aliens would be proud to see his room. Perhaps he’d have a talk with them tonight. Maybe exchange pictures and clothes.
As his thumb had softly stroked the smooth surface of the pebble before him, his mind replayed all that had been said. He often did this, archiving a comment, and later respond, quite a bit late. He just needed some time for the words to sink in sometimes, and to actually pay attention to them. I've been thinking about dying my hair actually. I'd be fun. Maybe a red with some brown in it. Whaddya guys think? I think it'd be Wicked awwwwesome Cool! Hmm, yes it would be. Red and brown. A nice colour. Dying one’s hair was always fun. Especially since, although you’ve picked what colour you want, you never know how it will really turn out. And dye always got all over the place and into your hands. Then you would look like you were a monster. Or like some horrible diseased person.
Horrid gurgling sounds could be head from behind a pile leaves. The rustling making them move, and some, to flutter away. A few meters from where the leaves sat was a girl on a swing, who had stopped her game to stare at the moving and talking mound. It was groaning now, and snarling. Slowly the girl moved from the swing seat to inch closer, approaching the mound carefully. It was probably a raccoon, but it might have rabies. Or maybe it was a hurt dog or cat. She bit her lip, not knowing whether t o get closer or just run away and tell someone.
Her curiosity of course got the better of her and so she moved closer. Everything around her seemed to go silent as the leaves continued to rustle. And then it stopped. There was no noise coming from the mound, just an eerie still. Maybe whatever it was had died. Her shoes where nearly touching the base of the leaf pile now and as she reached a hand toward it a horrifying screeching sound filled her ears. The leaves flew up in the air followed by...something that was snarling and clawing at her.
A high pitched shrill left they girl as she ran faster than she had before in the opposite direction, her heart pounding a mile a minute.
In the pile of leaves stood a boy, laughing his head off as she ran. His hair was a dark brown with blonde and burgundy coloured streaks. His hands too where a dark colour, some underneath his fingernails and seeping into the small cracks in his hands. After dying his head of locks, Camillo had decided that his younger sister was in due for a lovely little scare. And scare her he did. It was amazing. Although, the punishment after that was not. It was quite sad actually. And his mother had made him bleach his hands until the dye was out from his skin.
A sly smile crossed lips as the memory ran through his head. Imagine the possibilities now! There would be a horde of zombies raging through the school, attacking poor students and eating their flesh…well not really, because that was gross. But they could pretend. And jus bite people.
But wait. Wait wait wait wait wait wait. Mozzy wanted to dye his hair. Mozzy? His yellow haired friend? But…why? His hair was so perfectly amazing. Unlike his. What would they call him now? If not Mozzy after the delectable cheese? As these thoughts began to overcome the boy another one crossed by as well. What're you talking about? Those are magical powers sent my the little flower fairies. If you hold it close to your heart you'll get some of the magical powers that the fairy had. This is a gift from her to you. But you only get them if a fairy has a crush on you. Hahahaha, there must be a lot of fairies looking your way Camillo! and then that was followed by a confused ...It's a weed? His eyes scrunched up for a brief second. What on Earth…this had been the first time he’d ever heard of fairies sending magical powers if they had a crush on you. It was just….not possible! And that was when he finally snapped from his thoughts, voicing reply to both of Cuyler’s comments and that of Alex.
“You can’t be Mozzy if your hair is not yellow! Commo se te occure? Que te vamos a llamar? You will no longer be cheese! You will just be…Cuyler! But maybe…” Camillo looked past Mozzy to stare at nothing in particular until his mind created a picture. “A carrot. You will be a carrot. Una zanaoria. It doesn’t have the same ring, but that’s the best I could come up with…perhaps a bunny? You resemble on somewhat. And bunnies eat carrots. Hmm…this will require some thinking…and how can you say that these are from fairies with crushes on me!?” He said accusingly holding out the seed. “A fairy would never have a crush on a mortal silly. And if what you said were true then, I have quite a bit of wishes….dios mio…do you really think that’s true? That a fairy has a crush on me? But…aren’t fairies very small?” he asked pondering his own question. He glanced at Alex then and shook his head. “Have you never received one of these marvels? They are much more than just weeds. They are whatever your mind wishes them to be. Here. You can have mine,” he said passing the seed over to Alex. “What is it to you?” He asked curiously.
"I guess your mami doesn't know a good singer when she sees one."
Hmm, what was that now? “Of course she would,” Camillo said turning to Mozzy. “And I really can’t sing. I usually only sing when the music is blasted and I’m in my room. I’m better at being an audience and listening to people. I love listening to singing. So as long as I can at least listen to it, I’m happy. But me singing isn’t very good. Believe me. You would ask me never to sing again if you heard. Seriously.”
"Now I want some candy. Some sweets. Mmmm. Maybe some gobstoppers, or fuzzy peaches. Or even some EXTRA SUGARY GUMMY WORMS! YEAH! Lets go to the store guys! I've got some money!” Cuyler said jumping up. Camillo soon followed, his eyes big filled with excitement, hope, and joy. Candy! He would get the sugary goodness! But-But he didn’t have his wallet with him. And his house was a ways away.
“I-I don’t have money with me,” he said all excitement extinguished. Maybe he should just stay here and walk around the school. Maybe go and find some people to talk to. Still, his heart wanted nothing more than to go with Mozzy and Alex.
"You wouldn't ruin the song! I'm sure you sound beautiful and better than I!"
Camillo gave Alex a smile but shook his head. “Gracias, but there is no way I could ever sing better than you. My voice would sound like nails on a chalkboard compared to yours. You make the song sound beautiful and for that I am happy,” he said giving Alex a warm hug.
“Enjoy the rest of your lunch,” he said trying to smile brightly. “I’m sure we’ll see each other soon. And if not, well, I’ll always remember you two,” he said trying not to choke on his words. Oh what a sad day. He would need to depart with his friends and all because he had been stupid and had not brought his wallet with him! He took Cuyler into a hug as well, holding on longer than he should have. Perhaps he was making too much of this, but it was horrible!
///Oh the drama!///
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Post by Cuyler Hudd Zeeby on Jun 2, 2008 20:49:34 GMT -5
“What!?” Camillo nearly shouted making Cuyler jump. He looked down at his friend with great confusion, "Candy..you know..the sugary goodness?"
“You can’t be Mozzy if your hair is not yellow! Commo se te occure? Que te vamos a llamar? You will no longer be cheese! You will just be…Cuyler! But maybe…” Camillo looked past Mozzy to stare into the greatness of outerspace. “A carrot. You will be a carrot. Una zanaoria. It doesn’t have the same ring, but that’s the best I could come up with…perhaps a bunny? You resemble on somewhat. And bunnies eat carrots. Hmm…this will require some thinking…and how can you say that these are from fairies with crushes on me!?” Camillo said accusingly holding out the seed. “A fairy would never have a crush on a mortal silly. And if what you said were true then, I have quite a bit of wishes….dios mio…do you really think that’s true? That a fairy has a crush on me? But…aren’t fairies very small?” he asked. Mozzy closed his eyes, looking at the ground. Too much talking. The subject was changing to rapidly, his brain couldn't handle it all. He had just been talking about going to the store, but then Cammy brought back the topic of him getting his hair dyed...and then not even a second after Cam expressed his opinion on that he switched on to the topic of dandelion seeds. It was all too much. Cuyler held a hand to the side of his head, trying to calm himself down while his heartbeat and breathing increased rapidly.
“Of course she would,” Camillo said turning to Mozzy. “And I really can’t sing. I usually only sing when the music is blasted and I’m in my room. I’m better at being an audience and listening to people. I love listening to singing. So as long as I can at least listen to it, I’m happy. But me singing isn’t very good. Believe me. You would ask me never to sing again if you heard. Seriously.” Slowly but surely breathing came back to a normal pace. Was Cammy finally going to stay on one subject now? He sighed a relief, "Yeah! I love doing that too!" he exclaimed, holding up his hand to Cammy, "Highfive my friend!"
“I-I don’t have money with me,” he said all excitement extinguished. Cuyler frowned, that meant that he couldn't get any candy. How horrible that would be. But Cammy had to come with them. It just wouldn't be the same. They were a for sure trio now. They couldn't be separated. Not ever! Not for something as simple as one of them forgetting their wallet.
“Enjoy the rest of your lunch,” Cammy said trying to smile brightly. “I’m sure we’ll see each other soon. And if not, well, I’ll always remember you two,” he said nearly choking on his words. He took Cuyler into a hug, holding on longer than he should have. But Mozzy wouldn't let him go. He took his friend in a big hug, "No Camillo! Don't leave! I'll share my money with you! You have to come with us! There's no way Alex and I will leave you behind!" he held Cammy at arms length and stared him in the eyes, "Don't be upset. Hold up your head and smile! There will be candy for you, no doubt about it!"
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Post by Alex Hades on Feb 2, 2009 12:44:20 GMT -5
Alex snapped back to reality after Cam had pressed his body against his. His arms were wrapped warmly around Alex's body and Alex smiled to himself, enjoying the sensation while it lasted. He returned the sensation by squeezing in return, they fit together so perfectly, his heart danced in ecstasy.
What were they talking about moments before? Something about worms and fairies. Alex winced as Camillo broke from his grasp, what the hell were they talking about?
If only he hadn't been day dreaming of better times. He smiled, it was summer and they were all at the beach. It had been the warmest day dream he had ever created. Mozzy was there, chasing a seagul who had stolen a Fry and he wanted it back. Camillo was there also, holding his hand as they went deeper into the water, racing to a sand bar where they would-
“Enjoy the rest of your lunch,” Camillo said, faking a bright smile. “I’m sure we’ll see each other soon. And if not, well, I’ll always remember you two,” he said trying not to choke on his words. Alex watched him carefully. He took Cuyler into a hug and held on longer than was desired.
He frowned, Camillo had feelings for Mozzy? Suddenly, jealousy coursed throughout this body. He knew they had just met, but Cammy and Alex 'clicked'... They were meant to be!
"No Camillo! Don't leave! I'll share my money with you! You have to come with us! There's no way Alex and I will leave you behind!" Mozzy held Cammy at arms length and stared him in the eyes. Alex laughed silently to himself, hiding his embarrassment. He still didn't grasp where they were going yet. "Don't be upset," Mozzy continued. "Hold up your head and smile! There will be candy for you, no doubt about it!"
Alex walked to his guitar and picked it up, slinging the strap over his shoulder. "Yeah Cammy, just come! It'll be fun!"
He ran over to the boy, grasped his hand and pulled running in the direction to freedom. To the road!
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