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[FOX MERCURY DE LUCA]

All Fox could smell was pizza and it was torture. The aroma filled the entire inside of his AMC Pacer, the mirthmobile, and teased him. The pizza within the box called to him like a siren’s song, begging to be consumed. He was so very hungry and the pizza smelled so very tasty. But he couldn’t. He wasn’t allowed to snack on it just yet. This pizza was to be shared with a new and very pretty friend. Showing up to her dorm with a half eaten pizza would be terribly rude. Oh the conflict. If he ate just one slice that one slice would turn into two which would turn into all of them. But his stomach growled fiercely, demanding sustenance in a threatening tone. Having to stop at a red light, fox dug around the glove box of his AMC Pacer for his emergency stash of snacks, which consisted of liquorice and Twinkies. He removed Twinkies and ate them one handed, driving without a problem. He was used to having to drive in a van filled with musicians and their instruments all crammed inside; driving and eating was no big deal. Probably not very safe, but still no big deal. He turned a corner only to have his recently purchased jug of milk roll off of the seat and onto the floor, thankfully remaining closed. The saying “don’t cry over spilled milk” didn’t apply to Fox. When milk spilled he sobbed; such a waste of something so goddamn delicious. He would probably off himself if he lost an entire jug of milk due to reckless driving. Not to mention that whenever he had to stop for a red light he also did a bit of chatting to the girl he was going to visit.

For all he knew this chick could be a three hundred pound pedophile with a fetish for little crack babies like him, but did that stop Fox? Nope. Challenge fucking accepted. What was the worst that could happen in a dorm of teenage girls? He could get molested by girls. That was about it. Wow, how horrible. How could he ever go on with his life? It didn’t help that he was wearing his fox hoodie, which was a definite favourite the ladies. They couldn’t resist the pointy ears and pin on tail. At least he wasn’t in skinny jeans though, otherwise he would really be in trouble. The loose jeans he had on hid the bodacious ass he had. (In your dreams skinny white boy.) finally, after many red lights he was at the high school, which he only knew the location of because he had looked it up on his phone. He pulled behind to the parking lot, which was rather vacant of vehicles given it was after hours for the high school. He assumed the ones that were there belonged to students who stayed in the dorms. Did they have designated spots? Would he be stealing someone’s spot if he parked here? Ah, oh well. He wouldn’t be staying all night long anyways. At least he assumed he wouldn’t. He turned off the car and removed the keys, making sure he had everything before bothering to get out. Pizza? In one piece. Milk? Not spilled. Cigarettes? In his pocket. Lighter? In the cigarette box. Wallet? Ass pocket, just in case. Alright, he was good to go.

Tall and awkward and wearing bright orange, Fox and the pizza and the milk made their way to the girl’s dorms. If anyone asked he was dropping off pizza and the milk was for himself. Or something like that. He was quiet, the only sound being his shoes on the floor, his jeans brushing together and the sloshing of his milk. Hazel eyes peered around corners as he moved about, tiptoeing in hopes of that making him even quieter. Any time he heard himself make a noise he cringed, not wanting to get caught by anyone. He kept looking behind him as he searched for the right room number, finally reaching the one that matched the screen of his phone. 220. Awesome. He found it! Final Fantasy victory music played in his head as he used one finger to knock on her door, hoping it wasn’t too quiet for her to hear. His hands were kind of full so he couldn’t really do much else other than wait and assume she heard him.

TAGGED

[/color] kelli/kieara.
WORDS[/color] 738.
WEARING[/color] this.
LYRICS[/color] nicki minaj.
NOTES[/color] <3
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[KIEARA SNOW WALKER]

Kieara wasn't the kind of girl who did this on a normal basis. She wasn't good at making friends, much less friends who were boys and in bands. All this was brand new territory to the innocent little ginger girl sitting on her bed, cuddling with her cat. She didn't even mean to meet this supercute boy. It just kind of...happened. She scratched her calico behind the ears as she typed out replies to the boy who was bringing himself and pizza to her dorm room. Technically, she wasn't supposed to have anyone, especially a boy, in her dorm after curfew, but she didn't quite care. That was another new thing for Kieara, she wasn't used to breaking rules like this. She frowned down at Lele, her cat. "Lele, who in the world decided I deserved something as amazing as this tonight?" she asked, laughing slightly and shaking her head. The calico just meowed at her in response, and hopped off the bed.
Kieara was getting a little antsy as she continued to chat with the boy on her laptop. He was driving her way, and typing while driving. She really did want him there in one piece, she'd feel terribly guilty if he had gotten hurt. She hopped off her bed, slipping into her ladybug slippers and pacing the room. She smiled to herself, chewing on her lip fiercely. Oh, I hope he doesn't try to kiss me with my lips like this....KIEARA SNOW. What are you thinking? You two are strictly friends. There won't be any kissing. Do not even put your mind there, young lady. She mentally scolded herself like that a lot. She was still feeling antsy, so she lit up a cigarette with ease, not caring that her fan was off and someone would most likely smell it. The girls kept secrets, right? One little one like this wouldn't hurt a soul.
It wasn't long before the cigarette wasn't enough, and she had to pop another prozac to keep her anxiety down. After waiting for the nicotine and medication to mix, Kieara finally started to calm down. She split her time waiting between sketching random doodles-ideas for later paintings-and still chatting with Fox.
That was a nice name, she thought, Fox. The redhead giggled and shook her head at how silly she was being. She'd never really liked a boy like this before, so everything was new and sort of scary and fun at the same time. She'd have to talk to Rylee about this later, and maybe Rylee would still introduce her to her younger brothers. Just because Kieara liked Fox, didn't mean she couldn't make other friends, who also happened to be boys...atiny knock brought Kieara from her trance and she stared at the door. She couldn't actually tell if someone had knocked or not. She figured she might as well check, though. Slowly, she shuffled across the floor and unlocked the deadbolt, before unlocking the normal lock and opening the door. She was right, there was a knock, and it was Fox. "Oh, well here you are. Come on in, Foxxy." she giggled in her flawless English accent.

TAG?! Dee/Fox. <3
WORD COUNT?! five hundred twenty five
MUSE?! You Got It - Family Force 5
OUTFIT?! Clickay~
LYRICS?! Pink-Fucking Perfect
CREDIT?! Yo this template was made by AnnieBananie of caution. Bitches!
NOTES?! <3 ready for the cutefest? ;D

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[FOX MERCURY DE LUCA]

Fox, for his entire life, had always been drawn to unusual and quirky people. There was no real reason behind it other than finding them to be more interesting. They weren’t the cookie cutter sort of people. They didn’t try and be like everyone else, or like everyone on television, they just tried to be their unusual selves. And even if they were the types of people who tried to blend in, he still felt drawn to their quirkiness. He had met a lot of very different people throughout his life, having always tagged along to the charity events his daddies went to. Kids who were burn victims and covered in scars, ones with significant delayed or just a general weirdness to them. You name it, Fox had probably met them. He used to spend a lot of time in the special education and multi-handicapped classes, especially after meeting Gunner. If you could handle those kids on a bad day, it made handling the rest of society very easy. Gunner could get really aggressive if he didn’t get his way, and Fox was usually the one who was around to try and bring him out of it. He didn’t really mind having to though. He liked giving. He liked helping. He knew that with quirky and different sorts of friends came some rough spots.

With Kieara, so far Fox knew one thing and that was that he would stop at nothing to get her to see how absolutely beautiful she was. Fox was a firm believer that beauty was in the eye of the beholder. Someone that he found unattractive was considered beautiful and stunning to someone else. Everyone’s tastes were different. This girl, Kieara, thought she was fat and unattractive? Fox completely disagreed. She was beautiful. She was more than beautiful. But she could be a forty year old pedophile janitor that lived in one of the girl’s dorms. Or a psychopath teenage girl. Or something else dangerous. You know, Fox’s parents had never really warned against internet predators. They hadn’t really warned him against much, not even crazy fans of their band that might try and kidnap him to get to the guys. Not that that ever ended up happening; the band his dads’ were in had a more cult following than general fame. For that he was thankful. He wasn’t always in the spotlight like kids like Suri Cruise was. You could still Google his name and find some very interesting accusations involving then he was younger with some very gay tendencies, but he didn’t really care.

He rocked back and forth on his heels as he waited for her to open the door, hearing the deadlock click open and grinning to himself in a way that poked his lip ring out. The ring was a bit bigger than he should probably have in, so it often protruded obnoxiously. Not that he really cared, because if he did he would buy himself a better fitting ring. He heard another click of a lock and put himself on his flat feet, grinning when she finally opened the door. She was much prettier in person, and her British accent sent a shiver down his spine. He had been to England before so it was he was no stranger to the accents, at least the accents of the areas he had been to. “That’ll be twenty-two fifty,”

[/color] he joked in a voice that sounded like the stereotypical stoner. He stepped inside and immediately removed his shoes, using his feet to place them nicely beside the door. One of his socks had a hole in the toe and both were rather dirty and old. He shook his head to put the hood of his sweater down, shaking it again to get the hair out of his eyes. “Where do I put this?”[/color] he asked, taking a moment to look around her dorm room. He was used to Ophie and her OCD and Ryder with his neatness, so he didn’t want to place it just anywhere.
him.[/blockquote]TAGGED[/color] kelli/kieara.
WORDS[/color] 674.
WEARING[/color] this.
LYRICS[/color] nicki minaj.
NOTES[/color] <3
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