Post by alexander wyatt on Dec 3, 2009 15:10:54 GMT -5
a l e x a n d e r - w y a t t .
you can go anywhere you wish cause I'll be there, wherever you are.
-----the basics,[/color] [/ul]hello there. my name is alexander leonardo wyatt.
i was born on may first and currently, i am at the age of eighteen.
i was born in the beautiful land of dallas, texas.
my family consists of denise wyatt who's a forty-four year old nurse, father jayson wyatt would be forty-five, but passed away and we can be considered average.
if you feel the need to classify me, i guess you can call me a high school senior.
i usually go for women and i find a carefree attitude and a beautiful smile to be a turn on.
my role model in life would be my father, because despite the fact he passed away, i can still remember him so well. he just had the best morals and the best values. he always knew what to say, always knew what to do. he was just brilliant.
i model myself after nobody because that's retarded.
i dot my "i"s with little pink hearts.
if you were to ask me about my family i'd say :
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people often say its annoying when i act like a dumbass.[/color] [/ul][/blockquote]
my least favorite part of my body is my smile.
sometimes i hate my life because my dad's gone and things with my mom are messed up.
the thing i'd like to change about myself the most is how i ended up, what i've done to my mother.
if you were to ask my ex about me she would say :
----- the good ,
people often compliment on my guitar skills and eyes[/color]
my favorite part of my body is my hair.
the best thing about my life is december. that's it..
the thing i would never change about myself is this may sound weird, but my being stubborn. sometimes.
if you were to ask my mum about me she would say :
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----- the hidden ,
five things about me that nobody knows are :
- not many people know i write.
- i'm not interested in college in the least.
- i haven't been drinking for quite some time, thanks to december.
- if i find a song i like, i'll have it on repeat until i get sick of it.
- i play a bit of piano..
----- the player ,
hello there, lost resistance. i am steff and i've been roleplaying for about five years. i'm sixteen and i found you through the past two sites. my pb choice is nick jonas. and here's my rp sample.
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All of the hard work that Alexander had put into trying to convince December that there was no hope in the world for him, that this was just the way he was and that was that, seemed like such a waste. Every flying moment that he stood in front of her and helped her get through this more than difficult time was proving that he had been so far from wrong the entire time. Later when they were bound to argue again, Alexander was sure to allow this little fact to frustrate him. Frustration wasn't an emotion to get confused with regret though, because regretting anything that he was doing was the last thing that he was going to do. Alexander as more than happy to be able to help December out in any way, shape or form that he could and so far, he seemed to be doing an alright job. It was proven by even the smallest of smiles that she shot in his direction. It was for those that he was truly thankful for, because he knew that if he was capable of getting even the smallest smile or weakest laugh out of her at a time like this, then he must have been doing something righ. What was going to frustrate him was that there was no way he would ever be able to shove that arrogant, cold side of his at her anymore. There was no way that he was going to be able to hide anything anymore. This wasn't to say that he wasn't going to try anymore, though. It was just that one little glance at seeing him like this and he was more than positive that December would never in a million years let it go. Why would she? She had done nothing but tried to get him to admit that he wasn't a bad guy and she seemed fully convinced that that side of him was nothing but some sort of mask that he put up to keep people away for whatever reasons he had. That was before she even saw this kind, gentle side of him. Alexander couldn't begin to imagine what she would be like now that he had given her more than just a little taste of his tenderness.
It was true. No matter how well they were getting along now or how well they got along as the hours of the night dragged on, the two of them were going to have their argument in just a matter of time. This situation just wasn't something that either one of their stubborn attitudes would be able to handle without any sort of bickering. Just the very thought of waking up the next morning was causing a certain anxiety to rise up within Alexander. She was going to have to go home eventually and that alone wasn't going to be an easy thing for him to let her do. Maybe at any other moment it may have seemed like Alexander would be able to scoop her up in his car and take her straight home, but after December realized that he really did care about her to be going through this trouble, it had to have been more than obvious it wasn't going to be that easy for him. There wasn't a chance in hell that she was going to get him to agree completely with taking her back home. It just wasn't that easy and it wouldn't be no matter how many days passed. He couldn't even begin to imagine what he would do if he were the one to drive her home and he found her again the next day hurt even more than he found her that night. He couldn't begin to put together in his mind how horrible he would feel and how much he would blame himself for it. If anything, he was supposed to keep her locked up in his house no matter how much she didn't want it. Except it would sound a lot less violent and illegal than that. But, as Alexander sat in front of the beautiful girl, his eyes glued on her in a not so creepy fashion and he listened to her words and spoke his own, what was happening at that very moment was the only thing that he was focused on. What was bothering her then was what was important and what he did to try and fix it was what he had to be worrying about. When they got to that argument, then he would worry, then he would get frustrated. But, not now.
The way Alexander phrased his words had obviously scared her even in the slightest by the way that her eyes widened slightly when she heard them flowing through his lips. It was why he quickly finished what he was saying, feeling somewhat bad for having phrased it and spoken it the way that he did. He knew that she was going to refuse his offer, he could just feel it in his gut. Plus, it was December, that alone should have been enough to convince him of that. There were people who walked around offering others things in hopes they would deny and the person could keep what they had, but grasp that boost they got by their action of offering in the first place. But, that wasn't Alexander. He wasn't going to breathe a sigh of relief if she denied and he didn't when she thanked him, but refused to go forth with it. It may have seemed selfish to her, but he wouldn't have thought of her that way if she had just accepted. If anything, that evening he wanted her to be selfish. "December, it's no big deal. I don't care. Just go; take the bed." Finally he got her to agree and it seemed like Alexander was quite on the roll that evening with getting her to do that. They were moments that he recorded in his mind and stored them for safe keeping; agreement between the two usually didn't happen often, you know. What really wasn't expected though, was her suggestion for them to share the bed. Alexander couldn't help but smirk slightly at her words, allowing it to turn into a soft laugh as he paused in thought for a short moment. It didn't seem right for him to accept, even if it was his bed, but this could potentially be a nice play on words in the future. "Oh, yes. I slept with December Van Buren. Just a few nights ago, actually.". I kid, I kid. "Um, yeah. Okay, then." He finally responded, lifting himself up suddenly and for the second time that night extending a hand out to her. "Not perverted or sexual. Got it."
Walking around to the opposite side of the bed that December was approaching, Alexander too finally pulled down the covers that he hadn't bothered to pull down before and slipped in by her side, a gap between the two of them that he could have easily found reason to complain about. He brought one of his hands up to those curls of his and ran his fingers through them casually, allowing his hand to halt behind his head and bringing the other hand to rest on top of his stomach lightly as he stared up at the ceiling as well. Alexander didn't even feel her head turning to gaze over at him and those chocolate brown eyes of his simply remained glued ahead, but his concentration on the incredible wall broke completely once he heard her speak. He allowed his head to turn and look over in her direction until he heard her very last word and that's when he forced himself to look away from her. As his mind tried to analyze her words, it seemed like he was taking far too long to do it. Every time that he wanted to open his mouth to say something, he didn't and felt like it could come off the wrong way. Finally though, he composed his thoughts and he threw the words up at the ceiling, his voice soft. "You of all people don't see it.." The statement probably didn't make much sense to her, but to him it obviously did. December was the closest thing that the guy had to a friend, if she didn't see this side of him ever, it really showed that nobody ever did. He wasn't sure if she should get used to it or not, but he wasn't going to go around saying that out loud. It was strange that even though he was giving his words some thought and not just spilling things out the very second he thought of them, when they finally came out and he heard them himself, they seemed so strange coming from his mouth. December wasn't the only one who was trying to get used to him this way, he was still in the process of doing it himself. "I guess it just.. kicked in. Kind of hard to act like I don't care when I'm nothing but worried."
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