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[emcee]

A Saturday night and Damian was in his apartment, studying, as usual. He hasn’t gone out of his apartment to do anything exciting for months now. His friends were always trying to get him to go out with them to the local clubs and hangouts, but he would always say that he had to study for some class or work on his portfolio or go to work. Trying to support himself while living thousands of miles away from his family took up most of his time. Although, he enjoyed being busy with school work, he just wished he could have at least fifteen minutes of downtime to himself every so often. Damian looked at the clock; it was only nine thirty, and he was almost done typing up study guides for his 3 tests next week. Figuring he would never get the chance to do it again, he decided that when he finished his last study guide for his child development class, he would head out somewhere to maybe meet up with people. Or even meet new people, which he doubted.

Damian closed his laptop and put it in its bag and went to his closet. He looked around for the right thing to wear. He was never one to care about fashions and such, so he just grabbed plain t-shirt, and a pair of dark jeans. Slipping on his shoes, he grabbed his wallet, keys, and laptop bag and headed out of his apartment. He stepped outside to get into his car and felt the cold air hit him. Luckily, he remembered that he had a sweater in his car. He didn’t have many hopes of meeting someone new tonight, but there was always a chance. With his head in the books most of the time, Damian never really got to meet anybody new outside of his classes and dorm. He approached his car, grabbed his sweater and a scarf, and began to walk into down the streets of the city.

As Damian walked down the streets of New York, he looked around at each shop and possible place for him to go to. He typically wasn’t the club type of guy, and he really had to be in the mood to go to a club, and he didn’t like to go alone. So ultimately, he simply decided on the quite serenity of the local Starbucks. He walked inside, and the smells of the numerous varieties of coffees flooded his nose. Whenever he came to a Starbucks, he never knew what to get. Maybe a Chai Tea? A Frappachino? A Spiced Coffee? Theo hadn’t eaten dinner yet, either, so he decided to get something to eat, also. Walking up to the counter, he ordered a Grande Chai Tea, a Ham and Swiss sandwich, and a blueberry scone. Damian walked over to pick up his order, and then walked to one of the few open tables. The Starbucks was crowded for this time of night (this particular Starbucks was open until midnight). Damian took out his laptop from its case and pulled up his facebook and searched through his news feed. There wasn’t many interesting things on facebook, so he pulled out his headphones and started to watch some videos on youtube.

notes: Welcome, you, person reading this.
tagged: nobody, as of yet
Word count: 542, eh, short, but whatever.

[francois simeon del roque.]

Francois wasn't a person to have too many friends, so going out wasn't exactly much of his thing either. He wasn't surprised when he found himself home alone on a Saturday night, Xylander was probably out having a life and what not, while Francois sat at home doing nothing. He took out his phone as he sat curled up on the couch, gently moving through all his text messages to see if he had anything to respond to. Personally, Franny hated the Blackberry Messenger application. He didn't use it, so he didn't really see much of a point in going along with everyone else and posting his Pin number all throughout the Internet. He had a few friends who would ask him to get the app and post his pin on Facebook and Twitter and everything else he had but never used; but the boy said no, he simply saw it as such a waste of time. Seeing as though his life was going nowhere tonight, he decided why not go grab something to eat or drink? He was alone, so it's not like he had to ask anyone around if it was okay or if they wanted anything; though he wondered if he should get the other boy something for when he came back...

Oh well, Francois thought as he got up and grabbed his sweatshirt. Pulling the black Paramore hoodie over his head, he grabbed his wallet and headed out the door. Walking in the chilling air was bearable, but he was looking forward to his new destination: Starbucks. Franny had an unnatural addiction to the mocha frappucino they served there, but he didn't think twice of it. He let his hand grip the handle of the door lightly before pulling it open, the warm cozy temperature of the store radiating onto his body. He walked up to the counter quickly, ordering in a small voice and receiving a small smile from the woman behind the counter; he knew her fairly well from coming here so often. He got his coffee rather fast and looked around; there was literally one seat open. Taking in a small breath, he walked over to the table with a second male at it, and very politely asked;

"Would you mind if I sat down here?" His voice was small and sweet, giving the other boy a petite smile as he asked.

This didn't seem like a disastrous idea after all.

[emcee]

Damian continued browsing the internet, watching numerous viral videos after another. He still wasn’t really amused. He decided to pull up his iTunes and begin listening to that. While he was listening to his iTunes, he decided to talk to some people back home. It was about two in the morning back in London, so he did not really expect anybody to be online. And to his surprise, some of his best friends from back home were online. He chatted with them for about an hour, but then became bored again. He put his laptop back in its case and pulled out his textbook on “The Theory of Music Composition.” ‘Just riveting.’ Damian thought to himself. He turned to the chapter that he was working on in class and took out his highlighter. Damian looked around the coffee shop, hoping that someone he knew would come in through the doors of the Starbucks. He looked back at his book, reluctantly highlighting what he needed to highlight in order to study for his transposition test the net day.

All of a sudden Starbucks got very busy. There literally were no other empty seats other than the one across from him. The noise level of the café went up drastically in a matter of minutes. He continued to study until a guy came up and asked if he could sit down with him. ”Sure, no problem.” he said, smiling at the kid. He looked to be a few years younger than him. He had long black hair that covered half of his face, and was wearing a Paramore hoodie. He took a sip of his tea and looked back at the kid who was sitting opposite of him. ”I’m Damian, by the way.” he said, extending his hand to the kid who was now sitting across from him. His British accent was still very thick in his voice, only living in the states for less than a year now. He looked back at the long haired boy, ”So, you’re a Paramore fan, I presume?” Damian said, trying to strike up a conversation. He continued to eat his very late dinner and sip on his tea. Before he moved to the states, he had never had a chi tea. He was so glad he discovered it when he moved here. It was more exciting (if a tea could be exciting) than the normal breakfast tea he had every day back home. He closed his book and placed it back into his back pack.

notes: my research paper ate up my muse. Sorry, this is a poopoo post!

tagged: Franny!

Words: 420 = ewwwww. haha

[francois simeon del roque.]

Francois didn’t like being alone so much. He didn’t like the sting of silence when you have no one to talk to but your mind. It was such a deafening sound. No one would imagine it to be one, but it was. The way silence rung and echoed throughout the chambers of your mind, all the empty space that should be filled seeming even lonelier than usual. It was what Francois dealt with a good ninety percent of the time. He had become accustomed to it now, so it didn’t bother him quite as much as it used to. Now he just sat around, usually glued to his phone, complaining and texting Krystina mostly about school and life. He wasn’t a big fan of life, so the fact that he was actually out and about today was a good sign, it was good way to prove he was alive. It wasn’t like he had to prove this to other people, but more to himself. It was one of the reasons he always pushed the limits of his body, always cherished the site of blood dripping from his potent veins; it all told him, despite what his mind whispered to him, that he was indeed living.

There wasn’t much to do or say to the man in front of him now. He simply had to take his seat as his nose gently searched its way through the different scents and aroma’s that dripped through the air. There was some cinnamon, but Francois hated cinnamon. He hated everything about it, for no real reason at all, but it just simply disgusted him. Then there was hot chocolate with melting marshmallows; the idea made Francois mouth water a little bit. He of course had his favorite drink with him, but a little hot chocolate would have been nice too. There was some type of burning smell, and the boy figured it was coming from the Chefs who were failing miserably at creating an appetizing meal. This was Starbucks, why are you even cooking here in the first place? The idea didn’t really make sense to Franny, but he ignored it as soon as the man began to talk again.

“Hello, Damien; my name is Francois, pleasure to make your acquaintance.” The boy said in a polite tone, his own French accent seeming to pop into his voice as he let his hand stroll into the other males, shaking it with the most petite of touches. Francois couldn’t help but smile when he brought up Paramore. The boy happened to be a semi-die-hard fan of theirs.

“Yes, I truly love them. Do you like them too?” He tilted his head to the side a little, giving the male a warm smile as he brought his knees up onto the chair and pulled them to his chest, popping the straw to his drink in his mouth and drinking a little bit of it.

So tonight was turning out to be pretty good after all.

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[emcee]

Damian looked at the kid again. ”Francois. Nice name. French?” he said, his British accent thick in his voice. He looked out of the window next to the table, and watched as three police cars and an ambulance sped by. ’Welcome to New York, Damian.’ The door to Starbucks opened again, indicated by a gust of chilled air rushing into the store. He looked back at Francois sitting across from him. ”I’m not sure how many people can fit into this café…it’s getting kind of full.” Damian said, laughing. The fact that he actually met somebody new tonight was shocking. He never went out and met new people. He’s lived in New York City for about two months now, and did not really know anybody other than the very few classmates that he talked to. Damian took the final bite of his sandwich, wiping his hands on his napkin. Taking another sip of his chi tea, he looked back out the window. Even at ten at night, the streets were still lit and busy as could be.

”So, how long have you lived in New York?” Damian asked, trying to strike up a conversation. He took the small drink menu that was on their table and looked it over. Back in London, he never went to a Starbucks before, so he looked over the whole menu. ’Yes, I truly love them. Do you like them too?’ Francois said about Paramore. ”I’ve never really listened to their stuff, but have heard mixed reviews about them.” he said, smiling. He continued to look at the menu. They had so many desserts and drinks. He was sill clueless as to why they called a small a tall. That’s the complete opposite. He never understood why the people at Starbucks did that. ”What is a Frapachino?” he said, knowing that he sounded completely clueless.

word count: 310
tagged: frannyyyy <3
notes: tis very lame. worst post i've ever made. it's late, emcee is sowwwy <3

[francois simeon del roque.]

Francois was surprised, to say the least that this man was being nice to him. He couldn't quite tell just how old he was, but he only looked a little bit older than him, maybe? He seemed to be doing some kind of work, so he was definitely either in school or he had a job. But then again, a lot of people had jobs even when they were in school. Francois didn't though, he abhorred working unless he absolutely had to. Not that he did, he had all the money he could need, but still, he was very lazy when it came to that kind of stuff sometimes. He smiled when the man asked if he was French, it was pretty obvious with that kind of name, no American he knew walked around with the name 'Francois'.

"Yes, I am French. You are British, I take it?" He chuckled a little but let a warm smile creep onto his features besides that. He watched the boy finish off his sandwich and such before he spoke up again. It caused Francois to look around and behind him a little, and as if right on cue more and more people began to pile up into the cafe. He watched as the line became longer and longer, and soon the people were becoming ruder and ruder. He watched a girl get pushed out of the way, her friend catching her and getting into the stance to give the guy a verbal assault; oh this should turn out very interesting indeed.

"This place is turning into Zoo, my god. He murmured to the other male and turned towards him, when he heard another comment.

"I've been here since I was five, so eleven years; and yourself?" He asked in a polite tone as he listened to the other male talk once more. He knew people didn't like Paramore, but they were amazing, so he always thought getting to listen to them would be good.

"You should listen to them! They're very good." He gave another warm smile before looking back around at everyone surrounding them. He pondered the question the man proposed and realized he didn't have the answer.

"I actually could not tell you, sorry! He chuckled a little before smiling at him.

This was definitely an interesting time.

[emcee]

Damian smiled, ”Yes, I’m British. Born and raised in London. I moved here in order to go to University a few years ago.” He did not tell this kid why he really came to the United States. It was really because he could not stand to stay anywhere in the United Kingdom; his younger brother’s death was ever-present in his mind when he was home. He looked back outside. It was true, the city of New York never slept. There were still loads of people bustling about the streets outside of the Starbucks coffee shop. Under the bright lights of the city, the streets were just as bright as they would normally be during the day. The people of New York were always busy, Damian noticed, even at nearly ten at night. There was still a major influx of people into the coffee shop. Two girls who were standing in line, waiting to get their drink, were fighting with some guy. This lasted five minutes, and ended with the guy walking away, with embarrassment written all over his face.

’You should listen to them! They’re very good.’ Francois said, referring to the band Paramore. Damian nodded, ”Maybe I will. What stuff have they done?” Damian asked Francois. Since Francois didn’t know what a Frapachino was, so he decided to find out. ”Hey, I’ll be right back, I wanna find out what a Frapachino is.” Damian got up, and walked up to the line. The line had shrunk in the past few minutes, so it didn’t take him long to get up to the counter. After asking for a grande vanilla bean frappuccino, he went and picked it up at the counter and walked back over to the table. ”This actually looks really appetizing.” Damian said, taking his first sip of the drink. ”Oh my word, that’s amazing! It tastes like ice cream, but has the consistency of a milk shake….” Damian had never had something this amazing. It was probably horrible for him, and probably had a days worth of calories in it, but oh well. You only live once, right? For about three dollars, this drink thing was so worth it.


word count: 362
tagged: francoissss
notes: sorry it took so long. =( <333