crash into your life ? markos

[Izzy Lucas Steel]

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A thousand promises that

never seemed to help me before

Issac hated hallways with a passion. He avoided them as much as he could, especially when they were crowded. He often held his breath as he made his way through the halls, such as he was doing that day as he wandered toward his locker. The teen did not realize he had held his breath until he released it with a sigh as his own locker came in to view. There were not all that many students in the hallway, as classes were not due to start for another few minutes. There were just enough to have Izzy completely on edge, though. He was tense, clinging almost desperately to the notebook he held to his chest, as he wandered along. He really just wanted to grab the things he needed and rush off to class, but it seemed that the area of lockers around his own was really popular that morning. There were a lot of people there. Why were there so many? He bit his lip lightly as he stood at a safe distance, debating. The teen recognized a few of the people as those who had tormented him before. While the name calling grew ineffective, that did not make the fact that people wanted to try to upset him any better. The quiet boy wanted to be able to fit in more, but was unsure if he would be able to, even if he was more self confident. What person honestly wanted to spend time with a skinny little nobody that wore girl's clothes and looked like one? He almost wanted to be like a normal boy, but then he would not be himself, would he? It was much too early for deep thoughts like that, and Izzy shook them off. The reserved teen worried at his lower lip before taking a deep breath and stepping forward. He stopped there, instantly regretting it as he winced a little at the sound of one of the not very nice names some people liked to call him because of his apparently "obvious" like of boys. "No," he mumbled to himself before turning around and quickly walking off the direction he came, rounding the corner a bit more carelessly than he should have, because the action sent him crashing right in to someone else, making him drop the notebook he had been clutching, sending the pen attached to it a few feet off. "I-I'm sorry," he stuttered out, unable to really look at the person as a precautionary measure (he did not want to look at the person and freak himself out any more if they were bigger than him, which was highly likely) and he immediately went to pick up the notebook that he carried everywhere with him. It was not turning out to be a good morning, and Iz would have given anything to still be up in his room, curled up with Teddy while listening to some music.

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[Markos James Rider]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 500px; border: #000000 8px solid; background-color: #000000; background-image: url(http://a-little-wicked.com/SpooksRandom/Fallout/MarkosWallpaper.png);] [atrb=width,450] "can't live forever, that's wishful thinkin" whoever said that must've been drinkin Ah how Markos loved that crisp autumn air in the morning. Freshly showered, freshly dressed, Markos walked into the school after their early-morning soccer practice on the field. They got up early every morning to practice and do laps around the field and work on their footwork. So him? He'd been up since 5:30 and was still feeling good. There was a soccer ball tucked under his arm as he walked into the school surrounded by the rest of the soccer team, a grin on his face as he talked to his friends. He barely noticed the other students milling about before class as he walked with the group towards his locker. Reaching up to enter in his combination on the lock, he opened the locker and put his ball inside before pulling out the books he'd need for his first class. "No way man, I totally had that goal. It touched the net before it touched his fingertips," he argued good-naturedly with one of the other guys on the team. He shook his head when the guy argued that it had been a good save by their goalie. "You and I must have a different definition. He didn't get the ball until it hit the ground, he totally missed it." He shook his head as they walked on through the halls once everyone had their books once more. "Ah, man, it doesn't matter much now. Come on, let's meet up with the other guys and get to class." He rounded a corner at that point, intending on meeting the rest of the soccer team who had lockers on the next hall over, when someone actually ran into him. He heard the rest of the team burst into laughter, including those standing by their lockers still. He frowned slightly, looking at the smaller male. He remembered that boy. He bent down at this point, putting his own books on the floor as he reached out to pick up some papers which had fallen from the other's notebook. "Here, let me help you with that," he stated, offering the shy male a small smile. This boy had been at his old school, he remembered the face vaguely from the previous year. How odd that they'd both now be at St. Helena's. He looked up though as one of the other members of the team told the 'faggot' that he should watch where he was walking. Markos instantly felt his anger rise as he got to his feet, books forgotten on the floor. "What the hell is your problem, man?" he demanded fiercely. "Lay off of him, you got that? Maybe if you hadn't been teasing him right before he wouldn't have been in such a hurry. Yeah, that's right, I heard you guys calling him names." He rounded back around towards the smaller male he'd knocked over and leaned down, holding out his hand as the rest of the team seemed to be thunderstruck. "Hey, don't let them get to you, alright? I'm sorry I knocked you over," he said softly. "Let me help you up." He reached down, gently taking the other's hand and pulling him up to his feet before bending down to pick up his own books. He looked around at the crowd that had gathered. "Show's over people, keep moving," he ordered, and watched as even the soccer players began to file away towards their class. He looked back over at the male. "Are you alright? Those guys are just jerks, you shouldn't pay any mind to what they say." He said simply, eyes still on the feminine male. "You're from Summersville High, aren't you? I went there last year... this is my first year here..." he stated softly. "I think we might have been in the same year though... are you a sophomore?" he asked, tilting his head before he gave a soft laugh. "Sorry, guess I shouldn't be giving you the third degree. I'm Markos, by the way. Markos Rider." He held out his hand towards the other to shake. "What's your name?" tag: izzy | outfit: here | words: 725

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[Izzy Lucas Steel]

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A thousand promises that

never seemed to help me before

Out of everything Iz had expected to hear out of the person he ran in to, what was heard was absolutely not one of them. The teen's brow furrowed as he looked up, finding himself looking at someone very familiar while the other boy helped him pick his things up. He felt like he was missing something when Markos helped him up, something that unintentionally made him tense up, and the other boy told everyone to move on. He was trying to figure out if he had really just heard the bigger teen actually telling off some of the other students. Isa was very unused to someone coming to his defense. Typically, he just had to deal with everything on his own. The thin teen hugged his notebook to his chest once again, still pretty tense as he tried to catch up with what was happening around him. "Are you alright? Those guys are just jerks, you shouldn't pay any mind to what they say." Izzy nodded a little, though he was still slightly unnerved by the entire thing. He would be fine. He had not been hurt or anything, especially compared to the way his leg stung and itched beneath the denim of his jeans. It was the worst part, the healing stage. He nodded a little, absently biting his lower lip, as Markos asked if he had gone to Summersville before. He had hated that school. However, at least there he had had a couple people he somewhat considered his friends. There at St. Helena's, he had nobody so far. Well, he was kind of starting to get to know that one boy, Jack. Still, Isa was not sure he would consider the teen a friend yet. Once again, Izzy nodded when he was asked if he was a sophomore. He was in Markos' year, that much he could remember. He was pretty sure they had had a few classes together before; but, Isa had spent such a small amount of time paying attention to those around him, or even in the class, that he could not be certain.

"I-I know," Izzy replied softly to the other teen's introduction with a slight nod, absently, toying with the edges of his notebook. He knew Markos' name. How could he not? The guy had been in to sports back home as well, and sports meant popularity. While Izzy had not personally known many people at his old school, he knew most students' names, anyway. That might have come across a little weird, but Iz was not really thinking about that. He was, instead, focused on the other boy's outstretched hand. He knew it was polite to take it in his own, but Izzy was not sure he could bring himself to. Markos had already broken his personal bubble by helping him up, but that was different in the fact that Iz had not really had a choice in taking his hand then. "I'm Izzy," he finally said as he almost hesitantly reached out to shake Markos' hand. Isa held his breath unknowingly as he did and only released it when he had returned his hand to his personal space, arm crossing over his notebook again. "I, uhm, u-uh... th-thanks... for, uhm...yeah..." Izzy gestured vaguely, finding that he was a hard time finding the words that he needed to properly thank Markos for having stood up for him. That was such an unusual thing for Iz to think about. It was honestly part of the reason Izzy was nowhere near as tense as he could have been at that moment. He was actually rather relaxed compared to how he usually was when talking with someone he did not really know, especially after having run into them. He still had no ideas what to say to the other boy, though, something that made him bite his lip lightly as he brushed his hair back out of his eyes. He was not the most talkative person ever, especially around those he did not really know. He felt like he owed the guy something for sticking up for him, though. He just did not know what. If he was not holding his notebook, he would have been wringing his hands as he thought. With an inaudible sigh, Isa flicked his stubborn hair out of his eyes again and looked up to Markos with a slight smile. "I, uh... uhm, 'm not... not very... I-I don't know what to say." He knew that sounded rather ridiculous, but it was true. The boy really did not have many social skills.

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[Markos James Rider]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 500px; border: #000000 8px solid; background-color: #000000; background-image: url(http://a-little-wicked.com/SpooksRandom/Fallout/MarkosWallpaper.png);] [atrb=width,450] "can't live forever, that's wishful thinkin" whoever said that must've been drinkin Markos was unsure just why the other male was so tense. Markos had not hurt him, he thought. He wondered if perhaps falling down had hurt him. Should he escort him to the doctor's office? That would probably be the most proper of things to do. He watched the other, looking for any sign that he was in pain. He repressed the urge to reach out, to comfort the smaller male. He seemed upset by something. He wasn't entirely sure what, perhaps he was taking to heart that which the other boys had said. He sighed softly, people were so... fragile. Especially those like this male here... the outcasts, the ones that couldn't or wouldn't stand up for themselves. The ones who were alone, who didn't have many friends. The male who didn't really much look like a male at first glance was one such person whose fragility screamed at him. He was glad that the other at least remembered him from their previous school. He himself barely remembered the boy. Of course, the one called Izzy wasn't exactly one of the most memorable people. If the personality he had seen thus far was still held true, then Izzy was likely one of those that attempted to be invisible as much as possible, while he himself had sought to be at the top of the pack. The star of the soccer team. He was the complete opposite from this boy, but then again, they did say that opposites attract, and this boy seemed like he could use a friend. He smiled as the other did finally reach out and take his hand and give him his name, Markos was glad to know that he had remembered the other's name. He wondered what Izzy stood for. It probably wasn't his birth name, but a nickname. Then again, he might never know. He offered a smile as the other thanked him and he shrugged. "It's nothing, really. I don't believe in bullying, those guys are just jerks who think that they have to pick on someone else to look like they're big and bad." He hated people like that. He was glad though that the other male was finally talking to him and not just standing there clutching that notebook. He offered a small smile as he watched the other brush back his hair before statign that he didn't know what to say. he chuckled softly. "It's totally fine. Do you want me to walk with you to class? Make sure no one else bothers you?" he asked watching the other male carefully. He smiled, gesturing towards the empty hall. "Which way do you gotta go?" tag: izzy | outfit: here | words: 473

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[Izzy Lucas Steel]

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A thousand promises that

never seemed to help me before

Izzy felt extremely awkward and small and just out of place next to Markos. He felt that way with pretty much everyone, though. However, unlike with most people, Markos was making him feel a lot more relaxed than he generally was. It was odd, but Isa did not mind it. It made it seem more possible that he might actually make friends with the guy, though at the same time, he was not sure if that would ever happen. Mostly because he did not really have many friends and considering he'd already met a few people he was kind of getting to know, having someone else on that list just seemed really unbelievable. He smiled softly, though, when Markos said that he did not like bullying. Izzy did not like it either, but those types of people were all he really knew. Even his dad had been a bully, so it was just what he came to expect of people. "I should be used to it b-by now," he commented with a slight nod. It was true, though. He really should have been used to the name calling, the taunts, the jeers. It should no longer phase him. He did kind of bring it on himself for being, well, himself. That did not make it any easier to hear, though. It was like pointing out to a short person that they're short. Isa was well aware of what was wrong with him, or what people viewed as wrong. He was too shy, too quiet, too girly. He should be more like his brother. He should be more of a guy than he was. Well, Izzy still thought of himself as a guy. He was a guy, he was just effeminate. There was nothing wrong with that, right? People were just... mean. Izzy bit his lip lightly and absently toyed with the edge of his notebook, finding it difficult to actually look directly at Markos for too long. It was kind of intimidating, but that was a normal thing for Isa. If you looked for too long at someone, you could see more of their reactions to you, and Iz really just did not want to know. "It's totally fine. Do you want me to walk with you to class? Make sure no one else bothers you?"

It took a moment for Izzy to realize what Markos was suggesting and his brow furrowed a little, glancing up at the other teen again. He had not expected Markos to volunteer to spend more time with him. It was not like he was the best company. "Uhm... y-yeah, sure," he replied, smiling softly as he brushed his hair back out of his eyes. The thin teen gestured down the hall toward where his first class was, though he was unsure if he really wanted to go anymore. Of course, he was not sure he could bring himself to just not go, either. He had yet to miss a class for anything beyond the few times he'd had therapy during a class or he had been in the nurses' office because of a bad panic attack. "I have English first." English was not his most favorite class, but he liked it better than creative writing. He had been signed up for that class when one of the staff found out he loved writing. He did not like to share his writing, though. It made his stomach knot and twist at the idea alone. His writing was for his eyes only. The fairly quiet boy waited for Markos to start walking before heading that direction with the other teen, absently scratching the top of his thigh as he walked. It was something he did more often than he noticed with the cuts in various stages of healing on his legs that the jeans hid and rubbed against. He never told anybody what he used or how he got what it was that he used. It was not kept in his room, though, despite how hard staff tried to look for it there. They had even checked Teddy, once, which nearly made the boy cry. His safety object had been temporarily compromised. It was no good at all. "Y-you don't have to... Walk with me, I mean. I mean, 'm sure other people would be more entertaining."

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[Markos James Rider]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 500px; border: #000000 8px solid; background-color: #000000; background-image: url(http://a-little-wicked.com/SpooksRandom/Fallout/MarkosWallpaper.png);] [atrb=width,450] "can't live forever, that's wishful thinkin" whoever said that must've been drinkin Markos frowned slightly, tilting his head ever-so-slightly as he watched the other male. He seemed to have absolutely no self-confidance what-so-ever. So he'd have to work on that, he vowed then and there that he would have to befriend the other boy just so he could help with that whole self-loathing thing. He shook his head slightly as the other stated that he should just be used to it by now. "No one should have to get used to it though, that's the point I'm trying to make," he stated matter-of-factly. "I mean, honestly, Izzy... you don't want them to pick on you do you? But you know... they can only upset you if you let them. You know that, right?" Sure it was a pretty common saying, however if Izzy really cared what they thought then he wouldn't still be dressing the way that he did or acting the way that he did. So obviously, there was some part of him that didn't really care, even if it did upset him. If he really cared... he'd have changed himself to fit their standards. He offered the other male a smile, tilting his head slightly. "Really, you shouldn't let their opinions dictate how you live your life. You shouldn't have to live in fear just because you think they might be around the next corner." He knew that this wasn't going to happen overnight, but he was bound and determined to help the other male to get to that point. He tilted his head as he watched the other, wondering how he was going to do that with this male who seemed so... timid. He'd have to make the other open up a little bit more. He grinned when the other stated that he could come with him to class. "Good, let's go then," he stated simply, smiling as he watched the other brush back his hair and he turned to walk beside of the other. He laughed when Izzy said he had english first. "Me too!" he exclaimed happily. Good, one down. "We can sit together if you want. I'd like to get to know you a little more," he added matter-of-factly as he turned his gaze forward and began to walk with the other male. And then the other male was speaking again and Markos turned back towards him, tilting his head slightly. He was feeling sore today, his muscles cramping now after they'd been loosed for practice. It always happened first thing in the morning after he exerted himself. His muscles were far to used to getting that extra added boost when they were used, and now they weren't getting it. It made him sore all over, sore enough that he himself would do just about anything to make it stop, though he plastered a smile on his face, pushed past the aches in his joints and shrugged. "I know I don't have to, but I want to," he stated easily. "We gotta stick together, you and me." He nodded easily at that and turned his gaze foward once more as they walked to make sure he didn't run in to anyone. tag: izzy | outfit: here | words: 557

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