Lost In This Great Wide..School {Huntsley & Jamie}

[LIAM HENDERSON]

See. Liam should have been a bit smarter about this. But he had been living on campus for...well, this was his second year living in Barrie Academy, and yet he still found himself fucking LOST. Great. Being lost in New York was one thing, so calling Jamie to help him was totally fine. What the problem was was being lost on the same block of land where he lived. But honestly--all the buildings looked the same. The only way he managed to not get lost when going to class, was by following certain people he had learned were heading in the same direction.

But it was after school, and he didn't recognize anyone still hanging around. He sure as hell didn't know where he was. He had just grabbed his guitar, and taken off to some quiet corner to play for a bit. And now that the sun was starting to turn orange, and the autumn chill was taking to the air--he decided that going home would be a pretty good option. Only...he had NO idea where home was. And if he called Jamie to tell him he was...somewhere in the school..but lost...he'd probably be able to follow the sound of his roommate's laughter home. Nope. Not happening.

Liam walked a few yards to the right, stopped, and looked around. That didn't feel right. So, he turned in the other direction and walked a few yards to the left. No...no, that wasn't right either. His empty hand went up to his mouth while he ran his nails along his bottom row of teeth. Don't panic Liam. No panicking. Just. Deep. Bre--OH GOD. WHERE IS EVERYONE. WHERE IS EVERYTHING?

There went the panic.

Liam was breathing a little heavier, his eyes just a little wider. He didn't want to be out here at night. Last time he had been alone at night, there had been a giant wolf traipising around. And fuck that. He looked up at the sky. It was still late afternoon, so it gave him a few hours to find his way back. Maybe he could live off the land if he never found his way back. He had a few sunflower seeds he had been eating, left in his case. Maybe he could grow a sunflower patch between the cracks of the sidewalk and survive on those, then eat the leaves for water. Yeah. That could work. But he'd probably grow a beard. That sucked.

He paced through the courtyard several times, dipping in an out of buildings, but always ending up back in the court yard. The black haired boy set his guitar case down for a moment to zip up his hoodie, and hug himself for a moment. It was starting to get cold, and he hadn't dressed for the nighttime cold. This. Sucked. If it kept going on like this, he was going to HAVE to succumb to Jamie's hysterical laughter if it meant getting out of the cold. He ran his frozen fingertips through his messy hair, and grabbed his guitar case again, and looked around. Okay. Which way HADN'T he gone yet?

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Tags: Theo / Huntsley / Stark / Jamie / Olley / Liam
Notes: Hah. Sunflower seeds.
Outfit: Punk cute!
Song: Lips Like Morphine by Kill Hannah

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[HUNTSLEY THAMES]

Gettin' lost in New York City was fairly easy for any inexperienced traveler. Hell, even a few locals still get turned around, but that's the thrill of living in a big city. Everyday was an adventure, especially in Huntsley's eyes. He always had somewhere planned to discover almost everyday. He had been in New York City now for a solid four years, and he was still finding places to visit. Most occasions ended up to be a tad disappointing because they were run down, foreclosed, or not half as exciting as it might have been two years ago. He enjoyed the city though, so it was worthwhile to discover that a dance club ended up as a safe haven for drug addicts, but safe haven meaning breeding ground. Definitely a traumatizing experience to have some offer you heroin during the middle of the day. Luckily, Huntsley knew that the best thing to do was run... as fast a possible in the opposite direction. He hasn't gone near that place and its been over two years and the place supposedly got busted.

Today had been different though. He didn't have a scheduled place to be, aside from the library to get some studying done because his roommate had recently acquired a copy of Modern Warfare 3. Some video game that was focused on killing... for the hell of it. Huntsley didn't understand the big rave about video games here in cities, 'cause back in Texas out on the ranch the closest thing to a first person shooter was shootin' rabbits out of his Mama's garden. Critter Shootin' was the name of the game and his sister was by far the best out of the kids. Roxie B. was the shooter, Tim Lee was the wrangler, and Huntsley was the rider. His brother could hog tie a calf in under thirty seconds, while Roxie B. could shoot a barrel-rollin' dove with one eye closed. Huntsley could tame the wildest buckin' bronco and ride it by the end of the day. those were useless skills here in New York and the thoughts only caused Huntsley to ache deep in his heart. He lost all ambition to study, so he decided to just muster the man jewels and enjoy a bit of video gamin' with his 'mate.

He took the shortest route to the dorms, but that lead to the courtyard and at that moment a very strange kid was goin' mental. Huntsley couldn't just beeline away from the kid. What if he was needin' his meds? Or he was an escaped mental patient? He couldn' live with the guilt of knowing he just ignored the youngin'. "Howdy, 'mate. Ya needin' some help? Lost somethin'?" Huntsley's voice was calm and collected while his stomach was filling with nervous butterflies. What if this guy went mental on his face? What if the guy was rabid? Like, worse than that pack of raccoons that killed off the whole lot of baby chicks.. Huntsley took a cautious step back and his body was leanin' away from the kid on the ground.

[LIAM HENDERSON]

Ho…h..Howdy? Who in the hell said Howdy? Was that still legitimate? People still said that? Liam had always been a city clicker, so that cute little southern twang was something new to his ears. He hadn’t really heard it anywhere outside of a movie screen. People ACTUALLY talked like that? When his bright green eyes zeroed in on the owner of the voice, one neat, dark eyebrow shot up. Oh. Well, then.

This was…interesting. Liam’s unoccupied hand went up to scratch the scorpion tattooed on his neck, and he chewed on the inside of his cheeks again . “Hey.” Despite the usual loudness of his head-voice, his speaking-voice was really quite soft. His voice was slightly deeper than one might expect on such a tiny man but he wasn’t like…Barry Manilow or something. His own stomach was filling with butterflies, and he lowered his hand from his neck and let it drop to his side. “I’m just…lost. It’s sort of funny how…uh…often, this happens to me.” Liam offered a sheepish smile which wasn’t anymore that a scrunching of the lips.

Liam’s thumb moved to his mouth, and his teeth lowered down on his short nail, while he looked away from Huntsley. Luckily, the cold could be the perfectly good reason that color had started seeping into Liam’s face. He could feel the warm prickle in his cheeks, and he just wanted to kick himself right in the rear. Hunstley wasn’t his type…did he even have a type? But regardless. A rather cute young man was proceeding to watch as he went absolutely insane looking for his way back to the dorms. There was no need in telling this man that he had been here for two years. There was no need to tell the man that his roommate was probably in, and could’ve met him out there. No, Liam wouldn’t have taken being laughed at too well. He’d rather choose a Sunflower-Sidewalk-Bearded-Fate any day.

“I’m trying to find my way back to the dorms, but all the buildings look the same. And I keep getting turned around. I’m just tired, or something I guess.” He mumbled that last bit. It was almost a lie—he WAS tired. But that wasn’t the reason he was getting lost. No, Liam had a special, mutant ability to get lost in a paper bag. He set his guitar case down for a moment, as it suddenly felt way too heavy, and he pressed his lips in a thin line and cleared his throat. “Help would be…nice. Can you just point me to where the dorms are? I don’t want to be too much trouble. But I feel like it’s going to be in like…the most obvious spot.” The corner of his mouth tilted upwards, and he started to feel apologetic. He pushed the sleeves of his hoodie up to his elbows, revealing the heavy ink on one of his forearms. The ink crawled all the way up his shoulder, and his other arm had a few scattered ones. His hands also had ink on them, and both sides of his neck had a single tattoo peeking out of his hoodie. He reached down again, and curled one tattooed fist around the handle of his case again, and peeked up at Huntsley expectantly. Hopefully this dude wouldn't this he was like...a serial killer or something.

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Tags: Theo / Huntsley / Stark / Jamie / Olley / Liam
Notes: SO AWKWARD CUTE.
Outfit: Punk cute!
Song: Lips Like Morphine by Kill Hannah

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[HUNTSLEY THAMES]

Huntsley couldn't fight the smile that crossed his lips when the guy looked up at him wearing both shock and... admiration? And when the other male scratched his neck and mumbled a barely audible greeting, Huntsley took another cautious step forward. The kid looked frazzled and a bit frustrated as he announced that he got lost quite often. "On campus? Seems lik'an easy place ta not get lost, ya kno'?" Huntsley laughed a bit at his own lame attempt at a joke.

The guy seemed way more stressed about this situation than he actually needed to be, because all the buildings were clearly marked by names, so it was never easy to actually get lost. Huntsley felt bad and he really wanted to help the guy out. Plus, he was oddly attractive. Definitely not someone that Huntsley has ever looked to in that manner, but a quick appraisal Huntsley smiled again. He noticed the light rose color on the guy's cheeks, but it was most likely from the cool nip in the air mixed with frustration of getting lost... on campus.

Huntsley listened intently as the guy spoke about getting turned around and being tired. "Never a good combination. 'Specially gettin' tired. I mean, I've spent countless hours in the library and ended up knockin' at some freshman's door." He watched the guy set his guitar case down, which he just actually noticed, and then the guy spoke again. He asked for help and luckily Huntsley was just headed back to the dorms as well. "Let me grab your guitar and I'll lead the way?" Huntsley's gentlman side acted out before the boy even could answer and he had picked up the case was started his walk back to the dorms. "Oh, Huntsley, by the way. That's my name." He stated over his shoulder.

[LIAM HENDERSON]

Liam had the faint belief that Huntsley was mocking him for getting lost on campus. However, he didn’t get mad. Because if the situations were flipped, he really wouldn’t be able to resist temptation either. “You’d be surprised, I probably wouldn’t be able to find my way out of a paper….”

[/b][/color=black] He paused when Huntsley offered to take the guitar, and looked even more taken aback when he picked it up to help out, [/color]“Bag…”[/color] He blinked a few times, and followed after him. Well. That was new. And sweet.

“Oh, uh! Nice to meet you, Huntsley. I’m Liam.” Liam followed at his side after rattling off his dorm number(LOL CAUSE OLLEY HAS NOT CHECKED TO SEE WHAT ROOM HE IS IN. WHOOPS), and glanced down at the guitar, then back up at Huntsley, a look of worry coming across his face. “You haven’t go to do that you know, it’s heavy. Sort of a weird weight.” He appreciated the gesture, he really did. But how awwwkwwaaarrdd. How was it awkward when someone else offered the kind gesture, but he’d bully Jamie into helping him? Okay, maybe not bully. Just manage to look extremely pathetic with a stack of books taller than he was.

He considered Huntsley for a moment again. Yep. Definitely cute. Liam wouldn’t say a damn word about it, however. Because Liam was in the firm state of mind that he was possibly the only man in New York that likes other men, and therefore should not be flashing his sexuality all over the place. Also, how much would it suck if he chased this nice fellow off? Then he really WOULD have to start growing sunflower seeds. For probably the first time, Jamie coming to the rescue hadn’t crossed his mind. “Where are you from? That’s a…” Cute? Just fucking say it. “That’s a nice accent.” Nope. Okay, fine. Don’t say it. “I’ve kinda been in valley central. California, then out here. Haven’t heard many southern ones, before.”[/b] Idle conversation, right? Not trying to get to know this cute stranger. Nope.

Not one bit.

Liam, you filthy liar.
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Tags: Theo / Huntsley / Stark / Jamie / Olley / Liam
Notes: SO AWKWARD CUTE.
Outfit: Punk cute!
Song: Lips Like Morphine by Kill Hannah

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[HUNTSLEY THAMES]

Huntsley didn't really think much into grabbing Liam's guitar case and leading the way because back at home it was normal. Friends helped friends. Maybe it was far too soon to assume them to be friends, but Huntsley was just that kind of guy. One that wasn't afraid to be friends with a stranger, especially one that looked menacing, but was far from it... like Liam. Huntsley should have been more patient and waited for a direct answer, but he was a bit too excited to think twice about his decision. He just introduced himself and continued walking with the faint idea that Liam would in fact follow him and introduce himself in return.

As Huntsley expected, Liam did follow and introduce himself, which caused a wide grin to form on the southern boy's face. "Liam. It's a pleasure." Huntsley stated with another smile before nodding when Liam told Huntsley his room number. Liam's worry was about as clear as Huntsley's accent. "Na'. It's fine. I'mean I can manage this, so don't worry too much 'bout it." Huntsley reassured Liam with a nod and a slight adjustment of his hands over the handle.

They walked in silence for a bit, but Huntsley enjoyed the silent on occasion. Especially when he didn't know what to talk about, well then Liam spoke up. Huntsley breathed a sigh of relief and smiled a bit as Liam inquired more about his accent. Well, it was bound to spark up sometime during their interaction. "A small farmtown'n Texas near Houston. Ya kno' moved down'ere about four years back." Huntsley nodded a bit as he turned towards the dorms. "Where are ya from, Liam?"