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Post by sakura rodriguez on Sept 24, 2009 0:18:24 GMT 1
The paparazzi were a bunch of shit heads. Seriously. Well, Sakura thought they were anyway, whether anyone else thought that that was the case too, was up to them.
They were like vultures in the desert, waiting for their next meal, sitting on the branch surveying the crowd and looking for a likely suspect. The next minute... BAM! They had striked before you even knew what was going to happen. This was very true of the night, well afternoon actually, before today, where they had jumped on Sakura and Danny like a pack of ravenous dogs/vultures
all because of the scene that they'd 'performed' for the paparazzi.
It was all so damn frustrating. The little red head hadn't meant to make the two of them fall in the fountain; and she sure as hell hadn't known that the paparazzi were waiting in the bushes to see what herself and Danny would get up to; in the middle of the fountain, completely pissed out of their heads. Prehaps if she had known that they were there, she wouldn't have kissed him... damnit! Why? Why? Why? God, just... why?! He was her best friend; they weren't meant to have feelings for each other, now it was just over complicated and she had no idea what to do.
Well; she hadn't known what to do until the moment where she decided that it would be a good idea to sleep it all off and retreated to her bunk in the tour bus the moment she stepped foot back there, after coming back from starbucks / pub / district / fountain / pharmacy, with Danny.
Her bunk was a good place to to be though, she thought. Sure she had a little problem trying to get to the very top bunk, but that was soon fixed the moment she realised that there was a little ladder on the side, and very quickly clambered into her bunk. Pulled the duvets over her head, curled up facing the wall and fell asleep the moment her head touched the pillow.
However; her sleep didn't last very long, because her band mates were very loud, so Sakura ended up laying there awake for a few hours before the boys went to bed and there was silence. Ah; silence, it was nice in a way; but it also meant that she had nothing to concentrate on, meaning that the pain in her head was going to come back, meaning more pain. That wouldn't do at all. The red head chewed on the inside of her lip and pushed back the covers on her bunk.
Carefully; she climbed down to the third one and pulled the covers back a little. Sliding into the bunk next to Blake, Sakura poked him gently on the cheek and waited for him to turn over and see her there before she asked: "Can I sleep here?" in that whispery tone she always used when something was wrong, or she was over-tired. "Please?" she added, pulling the covers back over the two of them and pushing her hair out of her eyes.
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Post by blake andrews on Sept 24, 2009 5:19:01 GMT 1
i get by with a little help from my friends [/i][/font][/size][/center] ( I G E T H I G H W I T H A L I T T L E H E L P F R O M M Y F R I E N D S ) To Blake, all of this was still a bit surreal, to be honest. Sure, the five of them had been playing music together since they were around thirteen, but only for about a year and a half had they gotten any attention, and it had been eleven months, almost a year, that they’d had a record deal. And still, he couldn’t get used to the fact that they were band, they were known by people basically all around the world, and they would, hopefully, get bigger. They were in the rockstar world. They weren’t just gonna play tiny clubs anymore. No more small coffee shops and the like. They played larger clubs, they could go on to play stadiums, amphitheatres, even. What every band dreamed of; to play in front of millions of people. It was all still hard for the lead guitarist and back-up vocalist of Ticktick Boomboom to digest.
Of course, it wasn’t everything. Now that they were getting somewhere, the media wanted to know. Paparazzi, interviews, all that kind of crazy shit that he hated. The musician had a hard enough time trying to control his emotions, his feelings around his friends and the other bands, but he even had to deal with the media, people he didn’t know. Videos, photographs, interviews, all for the fans to see. Yes, he loved the fans, he loved that they liked the music he helped to create, but for them to have pictures of him in random places, and of interviews where he felt like a fake? That was something he didn’t like.
Groaning, Blake pulled himself onto the tour bus, running a hand through his hair. ”Stupid fucking media people crap shit.” He muttered, not really knowing what he was saying. It wasn’t because he was high or drunk or anything like that, he just didn’t make much sense normally when he muttered to himself. Of course, it made sense to him, but very few people could get any understanding of such mutterings. His band were included in that few. Well, it wasn’t his band, just the band he was in. He didn’t own the band, none of them did, and he disliked saying that, unless it was just simpler to use it. The musician didn’t wish to claim ownership over any of the other members. It wasn’t right, especially because it simply wasn’t true.
Now, you’re probably wondering why Blake was tumbling into the tour bus around ten at night. Well, he had just been hanging around....somewhere, and had lost track of time, and then here he was, back at the bus. But even though he was kinda tired, he wasn’t ready to head to bed. And it seemed that 75% of the rest of the band (not including himself, of course) felt the same way. All the guys were hanging in the front lounge, watching tv, sitting on laptops, chatting on phones, the normal sort of things one would do on a tour bus at ten at night and not wanting to go to bed. Sakura was the only one missing, and the boy assumed that she was either in the bathroom, or in her bunk, sleeping. Or at least attempting to, seeing as how everyone was being rather loud. They were guys, it’s really not too surprising.
Though, because most of the guys had been doing this for several hours already, it wasn’t long before they drifted off, one by one, back to the bathroom and bunks for sleep. Blake hated being the last one up, so, as he heard someone exit the bathroom, he got up and headed to the bathroom, taking a piss, and stripping off his shirt and pants, leaving him in nothing in boxers. Sure, it had been a bit awkward with Sakura back at the start of the whole tour bus deal, but she got used to it. Or at least he thought so. Sometimes he might wear a tank top, but the only time anything else other than just boxers were on his legs when sleeping was when he was dead tired and just hit the pillows and fell asleep, or back when they had the little van, and just didn’t change into pajamas or strip. The eighteen year old just didn’t like pajama pants or whatever the hell they were. Some guys did, but he wasn’t one of them.
The tour bus settled down, and he was under his covers, everything dark, and you could tell it was time for sleep. But still, the boy wasn’t ready for sleep. Blake hated those nights where it was harder for him to sleep. Just hated it, and it seemed that tonight was one of them. Sighing softly, as to not wake anybody that might be asleep (he knew that if Sakura was asleep and woken up by him, she’d probably throw a pillow at him. Or something like that.), he rolled over to face the top of the bunk, eyes gently shut over blue-gray eyes. Thoughts drifting off into their own world, but not sleep world, sadly, he didn’t hear the sound of someone creeping out from their upper-level bunk, and started when he felt pressure in his small bunk, and a cool finger pressing into his skin, poking him. ”Holy shizznits,” he breathed out softly, rolling back around to see Sakura there. His face softened, fright no longer reigning. He hated being creeped up on (mostly because he had some of the worst-- and most hilarious-- reactions in the world.), especially in the dark. Though, granted, the little sleeping area was dimly lit, little lamps shining on the walkway, kind of like in the movie theaters, with the lights in the stairs.
But at least it was Sakura. If it had been any of the other guys, one, he’d be a liiiittle creeped out. Nothing like a male band mate crawling into the bunk with you and poking your cheek. And two, he’d probably grumble and push them out of the bunk, roll over, and try to go back to sleep. But not Sakura. She was different. Well, she was a girl, but that really didn’t mean anything, not to him. The five of them had been friends since they were eleven, they had worked out the kinks in their friendship. A soft smile graced his lips at her soft inquiry. Blake knew the vocalist long enough to know that, with that soft tone, she was either really, really sleepy (which wouldn’t surprise him, with how loud the guys were being) or something was wrong. Apparently, he had spent too much time smiling, because she pleaded with him, Lifting an arm and ruffling her hair lightly, he smiled down at her and whispered in reply, ”Of course you can.” The male then proceeded to back himself against the wall, lay sideways, facing her, and prop his head up on his arm to face her more, and give her a bit more room, for the time being.
He didn’t really mind the girl sleeping in his bunk. She’d done it before. Sakura was like a little sister to him, one he never had, even though he wasn’t that much older than her. ”What’s up?” he asked of her softly, making sure to be quiet. He really didn’t want to wake the others up. Though they might not throw a pillow at him (though they might if they didn’t want to get up), they could do other things. Not to mention a majority of them weren’t very pleasant in the morning with lack of sleep and caffeine. And he wasn’t about to keep them from sleeping. As he felt the covers being pulled back up over the two of them, he adjusted the hand, that had been laying against his side, to the same general position, just above the covers instead of under, as he waited for her response. Well, hopefully she’d talk back. Occasionally she’d crawl into his bed and just fall asleep, but usually, they talked for a bit before sleeping, and she hadn’t gone to sleep yet, so he only assumed she’d talk. Besides, it didn’t hurt to try; he sure as hell wasn’t ready to sleep yet.
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Post by sakura rodriguez on Sept 24, 2009 21:23:20 GMT 1
Even though the pharmacist had given her some painkillers to take, and had told her to 'keep it easy and rest' for the next couple of days, or so, Sakura's head as still pounding like a runaway jackhammer that had no off switch. To be honest; the painkillers really weren't doing much to alleviate the pain - not that the boys wer really helping much, either (though she hoped none knew the real reason behind her pain); they were being rather loud and obnoxious with each other. Talking and laughing, cracking jokes and yelling at the top of their lungs. Sakura really did love all four of them but there was only so much 'boyocity' she could take before she decided to committ an act of mutiny against them. Being one of the youngest also didn't help much. Which was probably the reason as to why Sakura was (almost) always the very first one of them to go to bed - usually at a normal time, unlike most of them. Three am? No thank you.
Climbing down from the top bunk was always the easiest way to go; it was just getting up that she had the problem with - being the smallest out of the five members wasn't a good thing at times. However; it was also the best of things at the right times. Like all the times they had played hide and seek with each other, back home in Franklin - see, being small has some advantages. Just not as many as Sakura would like to think. But! Actually being able to climb into one of the other guy's bunks with them was an advantage... well, at least it was until she was kicked out, or ended up sprawled out on the floor because they'd literally kicked her out of the bunk. It was only Blake that didn't kick her out - whether intentional or not, he was nice like that. Plus; he was a better cuddler than the rest of them, but we're not going to tell everyone that, are we?
Poking him on the cheek was probably not one of her wisest choices of the night, but she'd done it nevertheless, willing to pay the price just as long as she got to cuddle with him tonight. Sakura heard his voice; his choice of word and smiled very faintly as she waited for him to turn around and face her so that they could either talk, or... talk. An apology formed on her lips but it didn't escape.
Asking Blake if she could sleep in his bunk, with him, tonight, was something that she'd done about a gazillion times before. It wasn't that she liked him liked him; it was more to do with the fact that she was as close to him as a camel was to it's hump (or humps, depending). Meaning that they were pretty damn close. He was like an older brother to her - granted there was only a year and a bit of age difference between the two of them, not that it mattered. He'd been the only one that she had told about her older brother's death. She watched as he calmed down, lifted his arm up to ruffle her already messy hair and shifted his position so that he was laying sideways, facing her with his arm on the outside of the duvet. A tiny smile flashed across her pale features as he was doing this; but was quickly gone the moment he started to speak. For a fleeting moment she thought that he was going to deny her the right to cuddle; but her features quickly softened once he told her that she could - there was no reason why he would deny her, right? I mean, he hadn't done it before, so he wasn't going to do it. Ever? Mind you.. there's always a first for everything.
What's up?
The small red head said nothing for a moment. She scooted herself further onto the tiny bunk so that there was no danger of her falling off; but at the same time leaving enough room for Blake to move around if he felt the need to do so. Lifting her hand to push her messy hair out of her eyes, Sakura chewed on the inside of her lip for a moment, looking at Blake carefully and trying to work out what she was going to say. If she was going to say anything at all - usually she crawled in, got comfortable and just fell asleep. Tonight, however, she knew that there were things that needed to be said and she decided that it would in her best interests if she started with Blake and worked her way around the rest of the band mates, unless they were already listening in on the conversation that was about to take place (Sakura wouldn't put it past them). Green eyes looked up for a moment, taking in the strange little ceiling with the lamp lit hitting it dimly. For a split second she was going to responde to his 'what's up?' with a silly little remark about the ceiling - which she'd done before. But no, this was no time for jokes.
Taking a deep breath, the seventeen year old let go of her lip and opened her mouth. "Did you read the paparazzi article, about Danny and me?" She asked, keeping to her soft tone as she thought out her words, carefully. "Not that it matters or anything.. but, heh.." Absentmindely, Sakura lifted a hand to the back of her head and winced slightly, she hadn't told Blake about the accident in the fountain. It was all the paparazzi's fault and she didn't feel right worrying him, so she decided to just keep on the topic of Danny. For the moment. "I kinda like him." She whispered, rubbing her greens with slender fingers. "... a lot."
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Post by blake andrews on Sept 25, 2009 23:00:08 GMT 1
i get by with a little help from my friends [/i][/font][/size][/center] ( I G E T H I G H W I T H A L I T T L E H E L P F R O M M Y F R I E N D S ) Popularity. For some reason or another, some bands were out there just to be famous, to grace the tvs and magazines, to be known, and Blake just didn’t understand it. Mostly because it was a stupid thing to do. Why play music to be popular. For him, music was all about itself, and just making music was amazing. Another reason was because he just couldn’t understand why people would put themselves out of other people on purpose, to sit there and have picture after picture being taken to be posted all over the interweb, interviews about stupid things, either being a fake, and pretending to be something they’re not, or just sitting there and telling people about everything. Blake just didn’t get it. Well, he got that some people weren’t like him, and didn’t mind sharing about themselves, but the teenager did have a problem with it, and just couldn’t understand why people would do that openly.
The paparazzi were so damn annoying. Flashing bulbs at least ten occurrences today, not to mention about ten thousand times each occurrence. So. Effing. Annoying. He didn’t want his damn picture taken, not by surprise. A photo shoot was one thing, a fan asking for a picture was another, but people stalking him just to take pictures of something interesting he did was just something else entirely, and he hated it. From them, he had learned that just when he think he can leave his guard down for two seconds, he can’t, because they are there, ready to take a picture of some moment of weakness. Fuck that. Sometimes he wished that murder wasn’t a crime because he sure as hell would easily murder the whole paparazzi everytime he saw one if he could.
Now, Blake hadn’t been doing anything too spectacular tonight. Basically, he hung around the mall all day, big whoop, but still, he always saw these creepy dudes watching him with cameras trained on him, staring intently. Honestly, it gave the boy the shivers. But there must have been something big happening with someone else, just because there seemed to be less than normal, but still a good few were stalking him as he wandered about the stores around the afternoon. Then, of course, they attempted to be stealthy as he had dinner, hiding in the leaves of some plant, or being a pole, and some other such hiding places. Honestly, it got annoying after a while. At the beginning of their rise to fame, when the paparazzi first started, the boy had just found it interesting that people wanted to follow him. Just a guitarist of a new band. He wasn’t that interesting. But now that it had been many months of creepers stalking him, he was really getting tired of it.
The teen had spent the rest of the night attempting to elude the freakish photographers. Blake quickly turned corners, hid in little niches, and dashed down alleyways, all in an attempt to get away from the paparazzi. Really, those who had been around the stupid people for a while didn’t want them following them. Well, at least those with any sort of common sense did. They were annoying freeping people, and he would do nearly anything to get them off his butt. He wasn’t interesting; just a guitarist playing music because he loved music, not for any other reason. Okay, so a lot of people liked the music he played, and, apparently, enough to get them a record deal to show the world his music. But he wasn’t anything overly interesting. At least if you asked him. Just a boy that played music for the music. Nothing too special.
It had worked, for the most part. He managed to get to the park, alone, and swing on the swingset as the sun fell behind the trees. And nobody to disturb him. It was peaceful, the dark night around him as he swung back and forth, the stars gently winking down at him, the near half-moon shining down on the city as he sat there, wind blowing softly through his blonde hair. But it couldn’t last forever, of course. It wasn’t too long before a few of them found him once more. But now he was too tired to try and run again, so, instead, he headed back to the bus, arriving back around ten, the shouts being heard from the boys a while before he actually arrived at the door, slipping inside and shutting the door behind him, pulling the shutters over the windows. Sighing, he sat on the couch, watching two of his bandmates talking excitedly to one another about something or the other.
Usually, most of them went to bed much later, and especially later than Sakura, the younger of the band members. But today, for some reason, it was a bit sooner that they went to bed. Well, went into the bunks, maybe not actually go to sleep. Who knows? But he still didn’t want to sleep, despite the fact he was in his bunk. And only that because he hated just being in the lounge, doing nothing, nobody around, it was just so boring. Even so, Blake’s thoughts couldn’t help but wander, just sitting there, not able to sleep.
Really, you could make all the sound in the world, turn a corner with Blake right there, having heard that sound, and still he’d shit his pants in fright. It was just how he was. He was easily frightened, always had been, always would be. And all of his band mates knew it, and often did it just to scare him and see one of his priceless responses. But they did it out of playfulness, of course. It wasn’t really mean, just amusement. Of course, the musician acted mad, but that was their way.
By this time, it was no surprise when Sakura asked to sleep in his bed. It had happened many, many times before. It wasn’t some weird more-than-friends thing, they were friends. Really close, really good friends. Pretty much brother and sister. Like peanut butter to jelly. Yeah, they were close, and that was good. Blake knew he could trust Sakura, she and the rest of the band knew about what really happened with his dad, and she was one of the few that knew about his problems with expressing what he felt about things, expressing sadness or confusion, even anger. Maybe she was the only one, he wasn’t sure. Some people could have guessed, but he didn’t know. All he knew was that he could trust the younger teen, and that she could trust him. Blake knew that she had confided in him some things that she hadn’t told any others, and he was glad that she could trust him with something like that.
They all picked on each other occasionally. It was just something the band as a whole did. They were a big group of friends and had been since they were around eleven years old. They teased, they taunted, but it was all in a nice way, a friendly way. They didn’t do that out of cruelness, but instead, because they knew the others could handle it. And for a second, he had honestly considered being silly and saying no, before, of course, relenting and saying she could. But when he saw her, he decided to be nice and not be silly. So, of course, the girl was there, crawling into his bunk with him.
Momentarily, after he asked Sakura ‘What’s up?’ it was silent. She wasn’t saying anything. If it weren’t for the fact that her eyes were open, he would have half-assumed that she had fallen asleep. Sure, there were plenty of times that she did that, but there were also timed that they talked. But then, eventually, she did speak. He listened, and then blinked. Her and Daniel? Daniel...Daniel...wasn’t he that dude from...what’s that band called? He wasn’t even sure what it was called, but he did know who she was talking about; she had mentioned him before, she was sure, but even so, Blake didn’t know really what the vocalist was talking about. Then again, he had been out most of the day, just doing whatever. Not paying attention to anything, except the few paparazzi stalking him just because he was a part of this band. Just because he was somebody, or at least more of a somebody than they were. ”No...not really?” he murmured sheepishly, imagining, that if this were an anime, a sweatdrop would be on the side of his head right now. No, really, there would be. But it wasn’t a Japanese cartoon, so no giant blue sweatdrop appeared over his blonde hair. ”Don’t really pay attention to that shizz....” And it was true. Most of it was bullcrap, at least he thought so, so he barely paid attention to it.
And then the girl spoke again. A small smile pulled up the edge of his lips at her nervous sort of rambling about the paparazzi. Yeah, they didn’t matter. Stupid stalkers. But he knew there was something more, that something really was up with her, and that she was going to say something, something more than what she had already sad. Something relevant, probably something important. And then...she said it. Wait...what? She liked Daniel? Like...like liked him? He blinked at her, somewhat surprised. Well...of all things, he sure didn’t expect that. He didn’t know what to think. Of course, he had had girlfriends in the like...but he hadn’t really felt that much for them. He tried...of course, he found them attractive and all, but there was just something missing. (Of course, he had actually liked some people before, but he didn’t admit it.) But love...love could be complicated. Well, so he had heard. The musician wouldn’t know himself. Looking down at the girl, kind of sheepish, nervous looking, maybe. Blake didn’t know what to say, what to think. ”Oh...reallly...” he murmured. What a great response he had going there. ”Er, that sounded retarded. What I mean is just like...you know....okay, yeah. I sound like an idiot and I don’t know what I’m trying to say. Just...be careful, I guess? I don’t want to see you hurt.” There, he finally got something across. Or at least he hoped.
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CHERRY BLOSSOM :D (saakuurraaa!)
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Post by sakura rodriguez on Sept 28, 2009 0:41:28 GMT 1
Sakura had half expected Blake to turn around and tell her 'no', she couldn't sleep in his bunk with him tonight; but he didn't. Although he had done a couple of times before.. so. Well, of course she had known that he had been joking those past couple of times where had said 'no', and had climbed into his bunk anyway, falling asleep almost instantly. So that he couldn't move her, or kick her out; even if he wanted to. Haha, yay!
A slender finger came up to rub her eyes, trying to get all traces of sleep away from them so that she didn't appear as tired as she felt. Sakura actually wanted to talk to Blake at this moment in time, and she didn't want to fall asleep - like she usually did. That wouldn't bode well with the seventeen year old, at all. Her finger turned into the side of her hand once she realised that just rubbing her eyes with her fingers would make her eyes feel.. weird.
Explaining to Blake what was 'up', was like a nervous news reporter on their first day on the job. It was just difficult to get her words out. The more she tried, the stupider she felt about the whole thing. Why was talking about your feelings so damn difficult, hm? The red head didn't know, because this was all completely new to her - she'd never had to talk about her feelings for another human being before, because.. well, because she'd never really had feelings like this before.
When Blake explained to her that he hadn't read the paparazzi article, Sakura's heart did a funny little turn in it's canal, good. At least she knew that he wouldn't be disappointed with her at the moment. The last thing she needed right now, was for Blake to launch into an unecessary pep-talk about the pros and cons of getting drunk, especially at her age. No, that was the last thing she needed at this particular moment in time. She silently thanked him for not doing that.
"Most of it is utter shizz..." the red head agreed with a slight nod of her head, moving her hand from her face and placing it down on the bed, next to Blake's. Chewing on the inside of her lip, the younger band member wondered what was going through his mind. Prehaps he was mentally preparing a pep-talk? She didn't know, and she didn't particularly want to find out.. yet.
The musician wouldn’t know himself. Looking down at the girl, kind of sheepish, nervous looking, maybe. Blake didn’t know what to say, what to think. ”Oh...reallly...” he murmured. What a great response he had going there. ”Er, that sounded retarded. What I mean is just like...you know....okay, yeah. I sound like an idiot and I don’t know what I’m trying to say. Just...be careful, I guess? I don’t want to see you hurt.” There, he finally got something across. Or at least he hoped.
"Be careful?" She questioned, furrowing her brows at the older, brother figure, "I'm always care-- yeah, okay. I'll be careful." Everyone whom is anyone, and knows Sakura, knows that she's not the most careful person on earth. Hence the stopping herself mid-sentence and correcting herself before she went anyway. "I promise." She mumbled, shifting on the bunk so that she was a little closer to Blake.
"T-t-thanks, for the advice?" That wasn't mean to be a question, it just came out as one. The petite, orange haired female, turned her position around so that she was pressed against Blake (gently), with her head resting on his shoulder. Draping her arm across his side, Sakura nestled her head into the crook of his neck (still resting on his shoulder), and closed her eyes. It would be a little while before she fell into a light sleep, she was just getting comfortable, for now.
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Post by blake andrews on Sept 28, 2009 22:15:19 GMT 1
i get by with a little help from my friends [/i][/font][/size][/center] ( I G E T H I G H W I T H A L I T T L E H E L P F R O M M Y F R I E N D S ) Blake was generally a sarcastic kind of guy. It was just one of his sort of self-defense mechanisms. He didn’t want to say what he was feeling, didn’t want to express it? He was sarcastic. It could be used in plenty of ways. Light-heartedly, jokingly, annoyed, pissed; there were just so many ways. But it was unlikely for him to use a pissed kind of sarcasm with Sakura. Sure, the two fought like any sort of brother and sister, but it was very rare for him to get seriously pissed at the girl, enough to be sarcastic. Most of the time, it was the joking, light hearted sort of sarcasm he used with the vocalist, like when he said “no” to her sleeping in his bunk for the night. Half the time, when he said no, before he could grin and tell her she could, she crawled in with him anyways, which never ceased to make him roll his eyes, before falling asleep next to her. Assuming it was a night where they just fell asleep. But usually when she just defied him, it was one of those nights. Seeing as how a majority of them were just fall asleep nights.
The teenager just listened to her explanation of what was up, not judging, not interrupting. That was just how he was. Though he could be kind of silly at times, he was good at knowing when to be serious, and when he could be serious. And when not to interrupt someone else. The boy could be polite; he could be the complete opposite. He had always been good at judging a situation and, from that judgment, knowing just how to act, and how much silliness could be tolerated, etc. And he knew that Sakura was being serious, and that he shouldn’t be silly, and that he should listen to what she was saying.
He wondered whether or not he should have seen the article. Maybe he should have; he didn’t know. Most of the time, Blake preferred to ignore it. Sure, some of it was true, but a good bit of it was bull crap. Why would he want to read something filled with lies? It was stupid and idiotic. And just wrong. You could get assumptions from untruths like the ones all up in those paparazzi articles. Assume this and that person were dating, and that sort of stuff. And then you’d feel like a complete and utter idiot when you maybe ask them, and it’s wrong. Who really wanted to feel like an idiot? Not him, for sure. But still, with the sort of nervousness and hesitant way his band mate asked him, maybe he really should have. But oh well; there was no use groaning over it now. Like hell he was going to get up out of his nice warm bed just to figure out what she was talking about.
As the girl stated that it was only shizz, he nodded slightly. He could understand that. Hell, he thought a majority of it was shizz, anyways. Why would this time be any different, anyways? Just because they were writing about Sakura didn’t mean they would be truthful, or even write about something interesting or relatively good. (Though it would be nice to see something good come from them once in a while). ”Mmmm,” he hummed lightly in reply. Well, it wasn’t too surprising, it was night. And although he wasn’t ready to go to bed, he was still rather physically tired, so he put out the least effort possible. Hey, why not? He could be really lazy when he wanted to, so it worked.
Blake knew that the...advice thing he gave the girl was really shitty. Like...more than shitty. Shitty to the max. But he had tried his best, and that was what counted, right? The teenager couldn’t help it. Well, he probably could if he really really really tried, but he would rather not. Actually, scratch that, rewind. Without some help from his friends, he probably would never be able to change the fact that he just wasn’t one that was open with feelings, therefore, never really felt like he experienced them himself, which lead to him giving shitty advice crud to his best friend. But that’s what they said in movies...right? Well, at least he was pretty sure that they did. If they didn’t know what to say...be careful, right? Be careful could be used in all sorts of situations, too. This kind of one, going out late at night, driving somewhere for the first time...yeah, it was a multi-use sort of phrase. And it had its place here, because that was all he could come up with. Wasn’t he just bright?
As Sakura started to say that she was always careful, the blonde cocked one light colored eyebrow at her. Of course she wasn’t always careful. One could almost say that she was never careful. Almost, not quite. The red head just wasn’t the person to take herself in consideration when doing something, especially something risky. It was just a part of the girl’s personality, but that was okay. He nodded as she corrected herself, approving of the choice. ”I’m sorry, I’m no good with advice about love-stuff,” he mumbled softly, a light blush covering his cheeks. He was generally kind of easy to blush, and it did take a lot for him to even admit something like that, but as stated, he was really close with Sakura, and knew he could trust the vocalist. Not to the point of confiding every little secret to her, but enough that occasionally he could do something like that, admit he did have some problems. ”You know that I,” he struggled for a second, searching for the words he wanted. ”that I have....difficulties with love stuff and crap...” And she was probably the one that knew the most about his whole feelings deal. She was the first one to learn about his dad’s abuse, and what he yelled at the boy. About expressing feelings, being sorry, being in love, showing that he cares, showing happiness, even at times showing anger, was for girls, not men. That he needed to be a man and be as if he was stone, not caring, not showing emotion.
”I’ll hold you to that. Pink promise?” Raising the hand that was settled atop the covers, he held it out, fingers down except for his pinky. Yeah, it was kind of childish, but doing the pink promise was something he had held onto after all these years. And by now, he hoped that his band mates were used to it. Especially since it wasn’t going to go anywhere soon. Blake loved to pinky promise, and that was a fact.
A soft smile crossed the teenager’s lips at her thanks that turned into a question. The boy was sure she hadn’t meant it to be a question, but it was still amusing, especially to him, who found amusement in the simplest things at times. ”You’re welcome?” he answered back, purposefully phrasing it as a question to tease her. Not cruelly, of course, and he knew that she knew that, though she might pout at him doing that.
Then the girl changed her position so that the two were now cuddled together, her head resting against his shoulder and snuggled into the crook of his neck, arms wrapped around him. Smiling softly, he draped an arm across her, resting against her back, pulling her closer (if that was possible) slightly. Blake gently rested his chin on her head. Rubbing small circles on her back, he sighed in slight contentment. With how they were around each other, one might think they were dating, but, of course, they were not. The best of buds, like brother and sister. They were just too really cuddly people. Besides, Black sometimes craved physical contact, and she often supplied all he needed. ”Again, I’m sorry for the shitty advice. I just...you know, don’t want you to get hurt...” he mumbled softly, his blush returning. Damn. He needed to get rid of that.
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s-s-sakuraaa! c:
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various + mayday parade c:
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