This Is The Day I Fell [For You]

[Thomas J. Walker]

[style=width:302px; text-align: center; background: #5d4847; line-height: 8px; font-size: 15px; padding: 25px; letter-spacing: 4px; text-transform: uppercase;]Part of Where I’m Going Is Knowing Where I’m coming from

[style=font-family: georgia; font-size: 12px; letter-spacing: 1px; text-transform: lowercase; color: #2D2729; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;]Stats Word count: Less than a novel, more than a picture book. Tag: Theo! Notes: I hope you like it [/style]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,175,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: #cfcfcf;] [style=padding: 10px; text-align: justify; font-family: arial; font-size: 10px; height: 425px; overflow: auto; color: #1e1e1e; text-transform: lowercase;] Thomas Jonathan Walker It was a long drive. It was probably the longest drive he’d ever made by himself. His muscles were cramped from being cooped up in the cab of his truck for twelve long, boring hours. He hadn’t minded it too much though. It was sort of nice to be alone without having Shane flipping through the radio stations or bitching that Tommy was content with driving silently. I always feel like your ignoring me. Shane would say when they made a roadtrip together, and now that Tommy thought about it, maybe he had been because Shane had this knack for asking loaded questions. What would you do if I died? Would you take care of me if I got really sick? Do you love me? Do you love me. After seven years, Shane still asked him that even though they’d been through so much, and because Tommy had loved Shane, it was also the reason he had to leave. Shane didn’t believe his illness affected anyone but himself. He couldn’t see how far he drove Tommy away, or how toxic their relationship was. Shane simply knew how to bring out the worst in people; he especially knew which buttons to push with Tommy when he wanted to pick a fight. Tommy sighed as he took the key out of the ignition of his truck. He tapped his fingers on the steering wheel. God. He was glad he was getting a new start. He needed someplace new to put his head, so to speak. Tommy got out, hooking his keys to his belt loop. He grabbed a large box from the back of his truck, and headed into the building where the staff apartments were. He whistled as his key jangled, and in the distance he could hear music in the hall. He looked at the apartment numbers as he passed them. As Tommy continued down the hall, he tripped, (and from the looks of it, he’d tripped over someone’s legs…) and as he was going down, he lost his grip on the box. He tumbled to the ground, his knee being the first thing to strike the floor (followed closely by the elbow.) The pain seemed to vibrate through his bones. He could even feel the buzzing in his teeth. “Ah. Shit.” He said, as he started to mentally assess the damages. [/style]

I don’t want to be anything other than what I’ve been trying to be lately.

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[Theo J Carmichael]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 420px; height: 400px; border: 10px dashed #050214; background:#090324; border-top-right-radius:70px; border-bottom-left-radius:70px; border-top-left-radius:70px; border-bottom-right-radius:70px; padding:0px;] Theo Carmichael I break habits Just to fall in love But I do it On designer drugs Theo had asked for the day off. He'd been a bit shaken by a recent event, and had explained it to his supervisor, who thankfully understood. Considering he'd spent the last few years in college and only hearing about things like that, it couldn't ever prepare someone for a real situation. He sat in the hall, legs stretched out, and a few feet from his own apartment with Link laying quietly at his right side. He too pressed against the wall with part of his head on Theo's lap. The other half of his lap was covered by an open sketch pad with a blank page, though he held a pen in hand, he couldn't bring himself to make any strokes on the paper. Even though he'd taken his medication, it still didn't erase the image or the uneasy feeling that was left after the fact. He'd even had his music in with earbuds and his ipod in his pocket. Theo sighed quietly, that is until he was jolted by someone tripping over his legs. He hadn't even seen them walking down the hall, jumping slightly and hitting his head. Theo winced a bit before ripping the headphones out of his head, Link shifting excitedly, startled too by Theo's sudden change in body language. Sitting upright with a yawn, but his tail was soon thumping against the wall, fuzzy fur and all. Theo's legs retracted and he raised himself onto his knees, crawling over a bit to the other person. Who was sitting on his knees, and his elbows it seemed, with a slight grimace on his face. Theo's usually happy or thoughtful smile and demeanor was absent that day unfortunately. He frowned though at the face and reached out to place a hand on the other person's back near their shoulder. "I'm sorry, I didn't even see you coming down the hallway. Or hear you for that matter.. Are you alright?" He finally noticed a box laying in the hallway too a few feet in front of the man that'd just tripped. Tripped because of Theo. His frown deepened a bit, it seemed this was one of the new staff members. From the looks of it, he was just moving in too. "Uh... Need any help? Seems like.. you're just getting here and moving in.. Or carrying boxes for fun." Theo was trying earnestly to make a joke, but it just wasn't really in him. Although he was concerned he'd potentially hurt the new guy. Or made the new guy hate him now because of that. Theo retracted his hand and rested it on his lap as he watched the other man, hoping he was alright and would respond soon. words; enough notes; :'D tags; Tommy Credit goes to 愛 T E C H N O of BTN

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[Thomas J. Walker]

[style=width:302px; text-align: center; background: #5d4847; line-height: 8px; font-size: 15px; padding: 25px; letter-spacing: 4px; text-transform: uppercase;]Part of Where I’m Going Is Knowing Where I’m coming from

[style=font-family: georgia; font-size: 12px; letter-spacing: 1px; text-transform: lowercase; color: #2D2729; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;]Stats Word count: Less than a novel, more than a picture book. Tag: Theo! Notes: I hope you like it [/style]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,175,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: #cfcfcf;] [style=padding: 10px; text-align: justify; font-family: arial; font-size: 10px; height: 425px; overflow: auto; color: #1e1e1e; text-transform: lowercase;] Thomas Jonathan Walker He sat on his knees, still cradling his elbow to his chest as he felt someone’s hand on his back. There was going to be a bruise on his elbow. He could feel the knot rising already. “Don’t you be worryin’ ‘bout me,” Tommy said as he gave Theo a strained smile, “I wasn’t watchin’ where I was goin’.” It was his fault. He couldn’t see around the box, anyway. Tommy started to get up. He brushed his knees off, then the rest of himself. “Good thing there ain’t nothing breakable in there,” Tommy glanced down at the box labelled bedroom/bedding, “and I’m sure glad it didn’t land on you ‘cause I’d be sorrier than a sinner at a Sunday sermon.” And it was true. Tommy would have profusely apologised. He would have offered to give the guy a look over, and then offered him a cold one. His knees still hurt. Tommy was pretty sure they were skinned. Guess he was going to have to unpack that first aid kit sooner than he thought. “Well,” Tommy said as he started to pick the box up, “you sure are an observant one. I reckon though, carryin’ boxes is my favourite pastime.” He nodded, smiling a little, “it’s up there with chewing snuff and foldin’ socks.” Both of which were things he hated. Tommy started walking toward his apartment again, his keys dangling off his side. “But if you’re offerin’ a hand or two, I reckon I won’t say no.” He glanced over his shoulder to see if Theo was coming. When Tommy got to his door, he pinned the box up against the wall with his hip as he unhooked his keys from his belt loops. He fitted the key into the lock (it took a few times,) and pushed the door open. Tommy dropped the box in the middle of the empty living room. It thudded in the carpet. “I’m Tommy,” he said. With a hand extended toward Theo, he gave him a smile, “it’s a pleasure to be meetin’ you here.” Because that’s exactly what he needed. New People. New Scenery. New slate. [/style]

I don’t want to be anything other than what I’ve been trying to be lately.

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TABLE BY CALIFORNIA DREAMING @ CAUTION 2.0 EDITED BY TRINITY

[Theo J Carmichael]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 420px; height: 400px; border: 10px dashed #050214; background:#090324; border-top-right-radius:70px; border-bottom-left-radius:70px; border-top-left-radius:70px; border-bottom-right-radius:70px; padding:0px;] Theo Carmichael I break habits Just to fall in love But I do it On designer drugs Theo watched the other male for awhile. He seemed to be in pain, which wasn't ever really good. But he denied that it was Theo's fault. In reality, it wasn't Tommy's though, he should've been paying attention to the hallway, or not have his feet out so far, or at all. Generally, it was strange to sit in the hallway. Theo though didn't try to fight it, he just nodded quietly as he went on to seemingly speak sarcastically. The tone of his voice changed, but what confused him was that, snuff wasn't chewable was it? Theo stood up himself, picking up his sketchpad, pencil and ipod, going to join the new staff member. Theo whistled and Link got up quickly, following him with a wagging tail as he wandered to the open apartment. The one next to his own. Theo slowed a bit but stopped hesitating, and shoved his pencils and ipod/headphones in his pockets. Tucking the sketchbook to his side, taking a hesitant step inside the empty apartment. Link didn't waste any time, walking right in and past the two men, laying himself down next to the box with a wagging tail. Theo had been distracted watching the retriever when Tommy offered his hand. It caused him to jump a bit, and try to recover staring at his arm for a moment before reaching over to grab his hand and shake it. It wasn't really awkward for him, but he didn't feel particularly like human contact today. "I don't mind helping much. Hope you don't mind Link there. He's kinda a package deal with me. I'm Theo." He wouldn't admit it out loud, either of the things running through his mind. He was absolutely in love with the accent that Tommy seemed to have, and he was still shaken by the recent incident. "... But you don't chew snuff.. do you? I honestly wouldn't know. I'm not much a fan of tobacco or the like." He left out the bit that he wasn't really allowed them anyway. Not so much tobacco, as he preferred to be a positive role model, or that his mothers would kill him. More than anything it was alcohol. Theo would literally kill himself if he drank at all. Maybe not a little, but he avoided that anyway. He was done being risky, he left that behind when he stopped doing stunts. "So uh.. unpacking then, yeah?" He moved around Tommy out of habit, moving the box out of the way, already a bit distrusting of the two of them in case they missed a box and tripped over that instead. Pushing it against a wall, which only made Link wag his tail harder, then roll onto his back for his tummy to be scratched. words; enough notes; :'D tags; Tommy Credit goes to 愛 T E C H N O of BTN

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