Post by Ian Ackart on Nov 24, 2008 0:20:06 GMT -5
You set my soul alight
Glaciers melting in the dead of night
And the superstars sucked into the supermassive
Slowly Ian pulled his most recent boy toy through the courtyard. Ian walked backwards as the boy followed, staring at Ian the whole time. A devilish smirk played across Ians lips as he backed up against a wall. Ian pulled the boy into a long, drawn out kiss. It started out slow, gentle, but Ian suddenly wasn't satisfied with that. The kiss was deepend. The boy Ian was in a make-out fest with started lifting Ian's shirt. Ian still just wasn't satisfied. He wasn't sure what it was exactly about it that wasn't satisying. Ian tried to go along with the kiss, but he pulled his shirt back down. Getting undressed in the courtyard probably wasn't the best idea.
Moments later Ian figured out what was wrong. The guy was a HORRIBLE kisser. Ian just couldn't continue kissing someone that kissed that badly. Ian pulled away, pushing the guy off him slightly. "Woah- hold up there." Ian said softly. The guy ignored him and continued to kiss him. Ian pulled away once more with a groan. "Seriously, dude, stop." Ian said. The boy looked at him curously, but Ian simply shrugged out of the boys grasp. "No offense, but you are a terrible kisser. Probably on my top ten list for worst kisses ever." Ian didn't mean to hurt the guy's feelings. He was just being honest! Okay-- so honesty from Ian could sometimes be a little too honest. The guy huffed and stormed across the courtyard. Ian rolled his eyes. At least it wasn't a ruined relationship.
Ian didn't feel like moving from where he was. He fished a pack of menthols from his pocket and slipped a cig out. Smoking was a bad habit. That was something that Ian was well aware of, but occasionally he just couldn't help but smoke a few. At least he had managed to cut down a little bit. Ian lit the cigaretts with the old silver flip lighter that had once been his dad's. Ian took a drag before blowing the smoke out through his thin lips. He held the cig between his pointer and middle fingers of his right hand. Raching into his black My Chemical Romace messanger bag, Ian pulled out his favorite drink; Grape Fanta. He screwed the lid off, but examined the lable before finally taking a sip.
Usually Ian wasn't all kissey kissey with anyone. It had really been off a whim anyway. He hadn't been acting himself all week for obvious reasons. Well, obvious to those that knew him well enough. Ian was in that rebellious week where he just didn't care about what he did. Hell, he's kiss a random stranger if it made him feel any better-- oh wait-- he just did that. Ian wanted to get the taste out of his mouth... hence the cig, which tasted better in comparison. Ian glanced around the courtyard. He didn't see anyone, but that didn't mean no one saw what had just happened.
Everything had been weighing down on Ian. He hadn't been hanging around the dorm as much and he had been trying to avoid talking to anyone that might know what he was thinking. Ian was in the process of breaking out of that. It was in the peak of his rebellion. He slowly returned to his usual happy self. Ian smiled a calm, relaxed smile as he raised the cigarette back to his lips. Ah- smoking... a great stress reliever. It wasn't a healthy stress reliever, but it ws one and that was all that mattered to Ian. There was another feeling that took over Ian...
Alone.
Icky! Ian didn't like to be alone. That was when he did most of his thinking. When Ian started thinking there was no telling what might happen. He was capable of anything. One thing about Ian is that he is almsot completely unpredicatble. Anyone can say they know what he;d do next, but chances are it would always come as a major surprise. That was just the way Ian was... and he liked it that way.
