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Post by camsta on Feb 26, 2011 13:02:33 GMT -5
Cam laughed, remembering the incident. He recalled there being a picture of him half in and half out of the window. "I think I have the picture in my room somewhere, actually," Cam said with a nod. The lengths Woody would go for Jessie were astounding. Though perhaps Cam just didn't understand because he'd never had a relationship like that with anyone. He didn't have any siblings and most of his girlfriends weren't serious. The most serious girlfriend he'd had was Kiara and that had ended a while back. It still ate at him, slightly, for he'd thought he'd really loved her. It made it hard for him to even consider another relationship, even with a girl like Emily. He wasn't sure he was open to the hatred that came up after a break-up and with the girls he dated, things almost always ended up in a break-up. When Woody guess his breakfast Cam cursed. "Damn. That was a good guess."
Alice was attractive, true. She was a small girl, a Sophomore, with long blonde hair and startling blue eyes. "You know, Alice kind of reminds me of Faye. Not personality wise, but they're both small blondes. I know you have a thing for blondes," Cam teased, nudging Woody. He wasn't so sure Alice and Woody would be a match, but maybe Woody just needed to start dating. Maybe Woody didn't even know his own type of girl, and that could perhaps be his problem. "Besides, I think she's speaking French to you. She's in my French four class, which is pretty impressive, I won't lie." Cam laughed as Woody brought up Meg again. Meg was cute too, but she was rough around the edges. She was very sarcastic and cynical, making her hard to get along with. "I don't think she's the murdering type, Wood. But I've got your back, as always. Besides, don't take it to heart. Meg doesn't like anyone, except for Faye and Kory." Cam raised his eyebrows. What was it with all these rule breakers? Why couldn't people just follow the rules like they were supposed to?
Cam shrugged. "Maybe I have gained a few inches, but last I checked I was still measuring in at a good 6' 2". And that's cheating, using your hat," Cam laughed, knocking it off. There weren't many things Woody did that gave away the fact that he was from Texas. Sometimes a "y'all" would slip out, but his accent wasn't heavy. But the hat was a dead giveaway. In a mix of European students, a cowboy hat was the stereotypical marker for a Texan. "I will not admit to it, it's not true! She's cute is all. And funny. And smart. And nice." [/size] |
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Post by asksimon on Feb 26, 2011 13:42:49 GMT -5
“You have a picture?!?” Woody exclaimed, his eyes widening in excitement. “Can I have a copy of that? I want to frame it!” He didn’t even realise someone had taken a picture, though he guessed it was either someone from another window or someone in Jessie’s dorm, though he couldn’t remember there being a flash anywhere. He partly wondered whether it was Jessie who had taken the photo as he wouldn’t put it past her. He glanced over at his wall, seeing photos of Jessie and him in various escapades they had done. There were pictures of all of his friends on his wall, not wanting to forget any memories of them. Pictures of Cam and him messing about, pictures of Faye and him cuddling up and laughing, loads of pictures of Jessie and him doing everything under the sun. His photos were his memories and he knew he didn’t want to ever lose them. He laughed at Cam’s cursing. “No, you’re just very predictable. You always have toast for breakfast.”
“There are... similarities but Faye isn’t as crazy as her. She talks proper English,” Woody told him, then rolled his eyes at his friend. “I do not have a thing for blondes!” He scowled, folding his arms across his chest. “Faye and I just have a...different relationship and I happen to find her attractive! There’s nothing else going on between us. How many times am I going to have to tell you?” he asked, narrowing his eyes at Cam. Woody had, of course, told Cam about his confused relationship with Faye. He was never really sure what they were to each other. Faye was never specific and Woody was just happy going along with it. He knew about her and Peter so he wouldn’t ever come in between that but it didn’t mean he couldn’t have a little fun with her whilst she was still single. “I like brunettes too.” He grimaced. “French? I suck at French. Je joue au tennis. That’s about it. Oh! Je m’appelle Woody. There you go. My French skills at their best.” He held up his hands in surrender. “I swear, she’s going to stab me if I even knock her accidentally. She really has it in for me.”
“You have definitely gotten taller. I’m 6’’2 but I swear you’re taller than that. Maybe it’s because I haven’t seen you in a while and I imagined you taller.” He shrugged his shoulders before reaching to pick up his hat. “Shut up. I love my hat! It’s my prize possession and you wish you could pull off this look.” He put it back on his head, tilting the ridge up to see Cam. He rolled his eyes as Cam started listing everything. “You just made a whole list of things you like about her. You like her, Cam. Who are you trying to fool?” [/size] |
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Post by camsta on Mar 4, 2011 18:44:26 GMT -5
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"Of course I have a picture, I always get the pictures. I don't know what it is about me that says scrapbook to people, but they're always giving me their documented memories," Cam sighed. It was true, he had millions of pictures. It wasn't that he disliked pictures, he loved to look at them in fact. But he never had anywhere to put them. He didn't have much patience for keeping them. He often forgot what the picture was of, or where he was, or how the day had gone. He wasn't much for taking pictures either. In fact, he was a tad photograph disabled. He often cut the top of people's heads off or placed his thumb over the flash. He admired people who could take artistic photographs, and also envied them. He was more of a physical being in hobbies. Running, jumping, playing sports, and just exercising in general. He realized it was strange to some, but that was what Cam enjoyed and his physic showed it. "Huh...I guess you're right. Maybe I should throw a little variety into my mornings and have...waffles or something."
Cam shrugged. He honestly didn't see the difference between the two. Faye seemed just as crazy as Alice, though perhaps a different kind of crazy. Faye was more rebellious crazy and Alice was just....terribly curious. "I dunno. You seem to like blondes. Name one brunette you've liked. Ever. Cam himself preferred brunettes. He didn't have anything against blondes, being one himself, but he liked girls with darker hair. Liked the way it made their skin look. He smirked as Woody defended his relationship with Faye. He didn't necessarily approve, but Woody didn't need his approval. He could flirt with and date whoever he very well pleased. "Isn't she made for Pan anyway? God knows why..." He honestly didn't see what girls liked so much about Peter. He was flighty and got angry quickly. He didn't like responsibility, he didn't do much to help. He seemed rather selfish to Cam, but that was all his opinion. And, though he'd never bring it up in a conversation, Peter's nose was a little bit crooked. "French is the language of love, Woody. Maybe that's why you've never had a girlfriend," Cam laughed.
"Don't worry, I like your hat. Everyone does, honestly. It's how we find you in a crowd," Cam laughed. And it was true. Woody's hat was one of his most distinguishable features and often how Cam would find him in a crowd. Cam didn't have a distinguishable feature like that. His sandy blonde hair could be found anywhere. He didn't have a lip or a scar. He had a tattoo on his chest, though as he didn't often walk around shirtless, that was usually invisible to people. He just blended in with the crowd. And sometimes that was how he preferred it. Cam raised his eyebrows as Woody's words sunk in. "I..well..you're right, fine. I like her. A lot. Did I tell you I even danced with her today? She was so close, I almost kissed her."
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Post by asksimon on Mar 5, 2011 6:00:34 GMT -5
"Maybe it's because you are so organised people think you keep a scrapbook? I know better than that. You can't even hold a camera properly," Woody told him, reaching up and ruffling Cam's hair playfully. Woody kept photos, of course, but it was more of something to remember things by. He would just stick them up on the wall and look at them every so often, remembering the days he had spent with the people in them. His eyes scanned over them now. There was a picture of him and Faye from her room which they had taken before spending the day cuddling and watching movie after movie. There was, of course, a picture of him and Cam outside in the field before Woody had planned to sneak into Jessie's room that night. There was lots of pictures of Jessie and him doing crazy things together. Then there was the picture of himself and his new friend Angel, who he had yet to come up with a nickname for, in the courtyard the day they met. Then, his eyes fell on a picture taken very recently. He pulled the photograph off of the wall, holding it in his hand as he turned back to Cam. "You don't even like waffles, Cam."
Woody glanced up at his wall. He did have a lot of pictures of blondes. He ran a hand through his hair, looking at Alice and Faye. They were totally different. Cam didn't see the Faye with him. He saw the Faye with Peter, not Woody's Faye. "I can name a brunette I like. I so can." He glanced down at the picture in his hand, tilting his head slightly. Sure, the girl was difficult to make have a break, but she was a brunette and she was pretty. Why didn't he try and go for her? "Because, Cam, he's her best friend and she happens to love everything about him. Plus, he's adventurous and Faye loves adventure." Woody stuck his tongue out at Cam as he mentioned the language of love as French. "I find that the language of love is compliments. So there." He handed the picture to Cam. "Cassie. I like Cassie. I'm going to try and go out with Cassie, who isn't blonde."
Woody patted his hat in reassurance, tilting his head at Cam. "Well, I love my hat. Reminds me of home and helps with the whole, you know, homesick feeling. I don't like being away from home that much," Woody told him, though he was sure Cam already knew that. Woody was exactly quiet about how much he missed home. He missed his parents, his ranch, his horse, his country and the accents he surrounded himself with. He appreciated all the different accents and people at the school, but he still missed home, even after all these years. "Of course I'm right. I'm always right." Woody winked at his friend. "You danced with her? Is that some form of slang or do you really mean you danced with her?" He paused. "And why didn't you kiss her?" [/size] |
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Post by camsta on Mar 7, 2011 0:07:10 GMT -5
THERE WAS A TIME I WAS everything [/color] && nothing ALL IN ONE[/center] - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Cam laughed. "Because being organized automatically equals scrap-booking? People are ridiculous. I think they just give me their pictures because they don't want them anymore. As for my camera skills, I wasn't meant to be a photographer, alright?!" he laughed. Emily was a photographer, actually. His thoughts always tied back to her, it seemed. He hoped someday he would have pictures with her. For now, the only reminder he had of her, besides his own memories, were the pictures of her in his J. Cricket year books. The photos in those year books made him laugh, bringing back old memories. The first time he'd met Woody, the first perfect grade he'd gotten, his first girlfriend...all things that he never wanted to forget were stirred in his memory by merely looking at the year books. "I don't...hate waffles. I just...dislike them strongly."
NOT FINISHED.
I'm exhausted, so I'll finish it in the morning. But I didn't want to lose this XD
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