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Nov 15, 2015 11:06PM
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Thanks. I love Stiles!I was thinking a romance with me as the guy and a life and death situation. What kinda genres do you prefer?
What a coincidence :pAhh I can't think. Help me brainstorm.
Alright you win. I'm just wearing a grey top.I have an idea! There is this guy/girl who is slowly turning into a zombie and s/he is experiencing cannibalistic cravings.
Slow clapping for you.Woohoo! Do you wanna be the cannibal or nah?
Name: Adam SchellenbergAge: 18
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Personality: He’s light-hearted, stubborn, likes to joke, gullible, and doesn’t take things seriously. He’s passionate about art. Studying is the last thing on his mind.
((Sorry it's short I'll update when I can think more))
((Ooook great haha. I'm not sure how detailed you want this soo do you wanna start?))
A filter had been placed over his glasses or the world was suddenly becoming duller. A low thrumming pounded behind Adam's ears as trudged through the hallway, uncharacteristically late for school. He normally arrived on time, chirpy and cheery, not for the sake of classes but for the students. He loved seeing people. He felt alive around them, but today, for some reason, he felt like crap. A flu, he concluded begrudgingly. Adam was a healthy pea and never got sick. Adam skipped breakfast because the scent of eggs and pancakes scent waves of nausea through him. In fact, the coffee he was holding made him so dizzy he accidentally stumbled into someone, spilling the hot, aromatic liquid over her shoulder. "I'm so sorry!" Adam yelped, jolted awake by his own stupidity when he realised the poor victim was the attractive girl he had been eying for the past few weeks. He had been having dreams about her being his nude model for his nude art study, causing him to avoid her at all costs at school. "I have tissues..." he suggested, holding up a pack of 3 ply aloe vera scented tissues from his pocket.
((Haha xD))Adam had thought he was suffering a fever before but now he was positively boiling. Red flamed his cheeks and his pulse accelerated to a thousand beats per minute when she stripped off her top. That alluring flash of skin she revealed was indelible; ingrained into his brain never to be forgotten. It was going to be all he would think about for the whole day, maybe even life. His jaw had dropped slightly when she touched her hair. It was just like in his dreams, well, the beginning of his dreams where she would seductively strip off and then he would draw and trace the planes of her shoulders... He cleared his throat and pocketed his tissues which were reserved for his partially blocked nose. "Um... I'm r-really sorry," he stammered dumbly, quickly rubbing his glasses. He swore they were fogging up from how freaking hot she was, or maybe how physically hot he was feeling. . "Did I burn you? Let me take you to the nurse's office." Luckily the hallway was empty so no one else saw his clumsiness.
((Sure!))Adam visibly swallowed when she smiled. She was already charming when she wasn't smiling so when she smiled it was like heaven. When he saw her pink skin he felt a mixture of remorse and delight. God, what was wrong with him? What was wrong with her?! She could've at least warned him she would do that. "Yes- I mean- no! Yes it was an accident and no it wasn't an excuse...sorry. Uhh I swear I'm not normally this clumsy and weird. I'm Adam," he said, feeling like he was digging himself into a hole. He shook her hand quickly and then let go before he could just latch onto it forever. "I probably just infected you with my disease," he mumbled in regret, realising his mistake. "Wow I'm really messing up everything today. You probably think I'm a major idiot," he sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. "I hope that wasn't your favourite jumper or anything. How can I make it up to you?"
Adam's eyes widened to the size of saucers. When people went off alone in high school they did inappropriate things. Sure, he messed around before, sort of unwillingly and it wasn't fantastic but this was Colyn, his muse for the past few weeks. If she saw his sketchbook she would most likely think he was an absolute creep and give him a black eye. Adam sniffled and hugged his sketchbook closer to himself. His first lesson was art. "Umm if you want to make out I'm very honoured--I'm flattered and grateful for the offer but if you haven't noticed, I'm kind of sick." He nervously tugged his bottom lip with his teeth. Of all days to be sick, why this one? What if she never invited him to 'some place' again because of this? This was a golden opportunity and he just turned it down. Adam was suddenly wishing he could swallow his rejection back. Yes he was an incredible idiot .
Oh kill me now, Adam thought. "Oh...OH Right. Yeah. That was stupid of me to assume. Of course I wanna hang out with you! I don't feel like going to class anyway. I need another drink too..." he said, motioning to his empty coffee cup. He glanced at her maths books. Maths was his worse subject. Straight, solid Ds. It's such a lost cause he's given up on it. "Are you sure you want miss maths? It's the worse subject to catch up on," he blabbed and then paused. "Wait, you think I'm cute?" he asked, almost choking up. His blush had been fading but it re-ignited."I don't know how to feel about that. Like that's a compliment I guess but I prefer handsome or something because cute is a more feminine word... Ok I'll shut up."
((I hate it when that happens! Love your new dp by the wayyy ;) ))Adam had never felt so helpless in his life. Here he was, with his wet dream in front of him calling him attractive and endearing. His heart was going to burst into a million tiny muscled fragments similar to a firework. "I wish I was good at maths. My parents are always nagging me about it and even got me a tutor once but even he thought I was hopeless. He didn't say it outright but you know that look some people give, the one that says 'You're eternally screwed'?" Adam shuffled a little on the spot. It was so weird finally talking to her. She never even glanced in his direction before and he had no clue whether or not he was saying the right words or coming off as boring and average. It wasn't like he was going to avoid her forever. Adam had planned to approach her, maybe next week; say hi, or something, compliment her face. Alright, he didn't have a plan. But still, this encounter was like a bus hitting him- he was totally unprepared and disorientated. "Adorable isn't that much better but if that's the definition of cute I wouldn't mind being called cute once in a while..or everyday."
((You can type replies on your phone?! Wow that's some amazing skills))"Would you really? Thank you," Adam gushed, lighting up from the prospect of passing maths. She wasn't just a pretty face. Colyn was a smart cookie and she was really nice. He'd lapsed into crushing on mean girls. Yeah, he was shallow, attracted by looks first but who can blame him, really? Appearances are the first thing you see, unless he online dated. He wasn't really interested in death by Omegle. Adam rolled his eyes when she spouted out another definition. "Well, aren't you just a walking dictionary? Yes. It makes it better. Call me adorable. I still feel like my manliness is disintegrating though," he said in resignation. When she gripped his hand and steadily swept him away he eyed her in a mixture of fascination and wariness. "It seems like you're done this a lot," he observed aloud as they swiftly crossed the manicured, green ovals, towards the looming gates.
((Hell yes. I can't do this on my phone))"Now you're just making me feel special," Adam teased, albeit a little hesitantly. When she mentioned his car, he avoided her gaze. "I don't drive. I've kind of never felt the need to but since we're being such rebels already I could try giving your truck a spin if you don't mind another one of your belongings being ruined." Not only could he not drive, he was feeling woozy from his illness. He still didn't know how he got sick. The weather didn't abnormally change, he didn't eat anything odd and nobody sneezed on him. The direct sunlight coaxed a sneeze from him for the second time that day. "About your sweatshirt by the way. I can buy you another one," he offered after rubbing his nose.
((Sorry for replying so sporadically. Sometimes I get writers block or I'm busy.I also realised I never asked if you wanted to be the girl 0.0 sorry! That was pretty rude of me. I'm used to people just asking me to be the guy so I just kinda...assumed. Also, I can't rp girls idk why))
((Lol midnight! I feel ya. My bed time is literally around 2am. Remember the days when we were kids and had trouble staying up to 12 and now it's a terrible habit?Oh my sorry I've been so busy lately! I'll try to warn in advance if I'm going MIA like that.
You're good at rping girls :) But Colyn could get a sex change if you're up for that xD))
Adam detected something that looked like a blush on Colyn's cheeks but blamed it on his romantic imagination. "I was kidding! I don't want to die just yet," he said. Was he the only one hyper aware that their hands were still linked? Was he the only one on the verge of floating into the sky? There was barely enough room in his brain to register her truck. "Wow. It looks really classy. I like the stripe. Adds that extra oomph," he admired. When she left to hop into the driver's seat he buckled up, scanning the car and memorising it. This was all perfect inspirational material for his art later. "What music do you like?" he asked, idly fiddling with the radio controls until some soft jazz slid out the speakers, enveloping them in a warm cocoon. "And where are we going?"
((I hope my mum doesn't know xD I don't even know what I do staying up that late. Looking at weird stuff on the internet *cough* the depths of tumblr. Aw man silly Goodreads. Sucks when it's being a butt. Me too gurl! Haha ok))
Adam was barely relaxing into his chair when Colyn announced their clash in music taste. "Oh," he half laughed before shaking his head with an amused grin. "I never would have expected that. You seem like the kind to listen to pop and upbeat techno," he explained. "Let's play some of your music. I'm up for exploring different tastes," Adam suggested. His fingers tapped along the window sill to the jazz subconsciously. "Parks are fine. I go there sometimes for inspiration. A change of scenery from my dark bedroom is refreshing. But today is unusually bright, don't you think?" he asked, squinting at the clouds. He peered into the car visor mirror and noticed his eyes were bleary and red, making him look like an alcoholic insomniac. Why on earth did Coyln think he was cute if he was literally looking like shit?
