Post by Mateo Camargo on Apr 8, 2007 18:17:28 GMT -5
{i know evil exists}
mynamecarvingmylifeaway:
Mateo Philìp Camargo
nowornever:
twenty one
Reason for attending festival:
Touring with his band, Madina Lake
imightstopyouinyourtracks:
ilosttouchwiththeboyiknew:
Mateo is a very laid back and relaxed guy. He's very attentive and pays attention to the little things that mean not so much to other people. He can become a real asshole sometimes but only when people piss him off. He is one to smile a lot and love to live, laugh, learn and grow from his experiences. He's incredibly stubborn and rarely backs down on a fight or battle, always wanting to win. Then again, it may be because of his competitive nature or just because he was made into who he was. Either way, his drive to surpass never falters and leaves him surging above everyone else. He holds grudges but for the most part is a kind and caring kind of guy. A lot of times, his heart gets in the way of making smart decisions and he is led to say and do things conceived by clouded judgment. It's not that he likes having to deal with the fogginess of being able to make great decisions but he wishes that he had a clearer head.
Having a thick head is always something he acknowledges and agrees with because he knows that he doesn't step down. He has very strong beliefs and would stand for them until the day he died, defending how he felt and how he was raised. Granted, that way wasn't exactly the best but he dealt accordingly and learned to find ways to live his life and be the bubbling personality he is. He not only has a thick head but a thick personality as well. He hates it when people try to tell him that he should change who he is. He feels like if they can't accept him for the person he's molded himself to be then they just shouldn't bother trying to befriend him if all they want is change from him. One thing that he's learned over years is to change for no one. He is happy with who he is, minus a few flaws that he wishes he could change.
It's true that within the past, he's made terrible decisions but he's tried to move on from those things. He's tried to skip past them in hopes that he could make a better life for himself. He hates the person who he used to be which is why he can not stand it when people call him Teo. That was what he used to go by, mostly because it was too hard to pronounce Mateo when you were trashed. Teo wasn't near as hard to say when you couldn't think with the two remaining brain cells you had left when you've killed the rest of them with other, terrible things. He realizes that he's done horrible things and someone could see the change in his personality because of it. He's more guarded than he used to be but still tries to keep himself open to new, better things rather than drowning in the shadows of who he was in the past.
Likes:
xx_music.obv
xx_having a good time
xx_laughing
xx_splling his heart into his talent
xx_the fans
xx_just having fun
xx_jolly ranchers
xx_luden's cough drops
xx_cherry life savers
xx_playing video games
xx_stargazing
xx_rain
xx_traveling
xx_dancing
xx_pineapples
Dislikes:
xx_grapefruit
xx_being lazy [although he does it often]
xx_being alone
xx_being sad
xx_not smiling or laughing
xx_getting hurt
xx_having to wait for things
xx_ticket takers at movie theaters
xx_janitors anywhere.
xx_pinapple juice
skills:
{sometimes life seems to quiet into paralyzing silence}
The peace and quiet, that was what Landon liked about the outdoors. He felt like maybe if he made his way outside, he could actually get out and breathe. He didn’t really care if it was light out or if it was pouring down rain, it was the simple fact of knowing that the air entering your lungs was pure and clean, enough to give you a jumpstart on life, on a day. There were a lot of things that Landon would do in order to prepare himself to start off a week or what he knew was going to be the rest of his life. There were a lot of mornings when he would lay in his bed and didn’t want to get up because he knew and remembered what he went through. He often couldn’t look at himself in the mirror because then he saw the pain. He saw everything he’d gone through and every single last memory that had left him the pile of flesh and bones he had become over time. His features had changed over time too, not just the feelings and beat of his heart. After his traumatic event with Alyssa, he had hurt for a long time. He had sworn that his heart was just going to stop and that he’d just stop. At the time he didn’t see a point in living. To him, it was like trying to breathe underwater. There was no point in it. He remembered that day; the day he lost his faith in living. Looking back on it with a fond and tender touch, he thought that the whole thing was just a phase, a stupid phase where his brain was working against him, trying to get him to just give up when nothing else seemed to be working.
He was glad he hadn’t given up, though. He had moved on to a place where it was better now, where the things that were happening around him were better than he could have asked for. He had moved on now, a year later and had a few regets left that he kept quiet and to himself. He didn’t think that he would do any good to bring the regrets to life by giving them a voice. It was just like fear; it was quelled and quiet as long as it had no voice. If you gave it a voice and something to be heard, you were giving into it. Landon had a lot on his plate and had throughout his life but this time, he was willing to take it all and do so with a grain of salt. There was so much that he had wished he had and that he wished he hadn’t had to deal with. He wouldn’t go back and change it if he were given the chance to, though. He didn’t want to change a lot, he wasn’t greedy. More than a fair share of people would give everything they owned just to go back in time to change only one thing. Landon, however felt the exact opposite. He remembered everything, every day spent in the hospital; every day spent lying with Alyssa, trying to help her feel better no matter what. There were moments when he wished things would have gone differently or wouldn’t have happened the way they did but he knew that there was no point in hoping to change the past. Some labeled him a cynic some told him he was a realist and he didn’t deny either. He knew that he wasn’t willing to spill his past to any random stranger who walked past. ”Ya, hi. My name is Landon and my girlfriend died in my arms. How might you be on this amazing day?” Didn’t seem like a very good conversation starter, huh?
Maybe he put too much thought into things like this. Sometimes, he considered the possibility that he didn’t think about it enough. Maybe sometimes, he wasn’t doing his memories justice. Even at times, he’d said that if he wouldn’t think about it, it might go away and disappear. That was why he never ever once stopped thinking about his lost love. He admired her for her battle, the one she never gave up on. He honored her for her strength and for her will to hold on and fight with everything she had for her life. Not very many people would even considering putting up the sort of fight that she did. She had heart and she had body. Her mind was stronger than her body and she was trying to get them in sync. He remembered all of those days he spent sitting in a chair, sleeping in a chair while she was in the hospital over her episodes. He could recall how upset she had been that he had stayed there for as long as he had. She’d told him that he had a life and no reason to waste it away by staying around a rank hospital, doing nothing other than waiting for her to beat out her relapse. He had responded with the fact that it was his job as a boyfriend, as a fiancé. He didn’t know why he never budged on things like that and always kept his standing. He thought about her a lot and never let her memory go to rest. She left him early in the physical form but he wasn’t going to let her leave him permanently. He doubted that even if he tried his hardest, he could never forget the laughs, smiles and kisses they shared. They were like a hot iron press, imbedded in his brain. A lot of people actually told him it would be better to just leave it behind but he argued with them to the point of exhaustion every single time, fighting tooth and nail.
Today, he was tuning out all of these thoughts. He wanted to be alone with himself while he sat in his house, every light turned off and every blind closed. It didn’t matter to him that no one would be out at five in the morning, he wanted to feel like he was as isolated as he could get. He was strange at times, especially when he was running low on sleep like now. He didn’t feel like bothering to try and get any sleep. He realized that his life was already starting to slowly get better but he wanted to lie around for a few moments longer. He had a great deal of things to think about and he wanted to think them all the way through just incase his memory took a indecisive turn, making sure that he remembered nothing. He cared a great deal for every single one of his memories and didn’t want to lose any of them. If it came down to that, well, at least he’d know that he went through every possible case and scenario to give an attempt at discovering anything he could have done different. If he would have tried to though, he wondered if his whole life would be changed, everything right down to the socks he wore. Maybe if this would have happened, then this might have happened differently. There were so many ‘what if’s’ that he contemplated. He felt like if he could solve one of them and try to go back in time and fix just one thing, maybe he’d know and be able to choose for himself. That was taking it out of God’s hands and he wasn’t close to considering the stupid idea of tampering with something so great. He was a fool in cases but he was no idiot. He was just like any other human.
I have a feeling that I’m rambling on and on and no one is really taking time out of their day to give a crap and read about the crazy shit that goes on inside of my head but if you love Landon and you are reading this, I doubt you’d stop here. Unless, it is to say, that I’m just writing this for no reason and you already stopped reading four paragraphs ago. Boy, wouldn’t I feel like a real dumb ass? Maybe, though, you’re one of the special ones that care about Mister Landon McSparklypants and how super fly and cool he is. He’s such a little sweetheart, isn’t he? You agree with me, I know you do. Oh, oh, oh. But there is that little nasty mean streak that pops up once in a while. It’s like a hemorrhoid. It pops up out of nowhere and causes your ass a whole lot of pain. Hahahaha. He can get pretty rough and tough when it comes down to it. Basically, if you think you’re slick enough to mess around with his family or anyone he really cares about, then you’re basically dead. He’ll probably rip your face off and feed it to the dogs that live down the street. Mmm. A real good meal for those dogs who really don’t care what they’re eating and what goes into their bodies. Ew. That’s like cannibals. They eat other people. How do you even get a taste for that kind of sick stuff? So, this post has probably moved from serious to stupid in a paragraph or so. If you’re one of those people who stopped reading a long time ago (it wouldn’t matter that I’m writing this), then you’re probably thinking that I’m a moron.
Landon sat up and looked over to the glowing red numbers on his clock. It was now six. He’d wasted an hour of the day lying around in bed thinking about his life. He wanted to think about everything though, not only was it good exercise for his mind but it helped out his soul too. He could find the things inside of him that used to make him tick; used to make him work. He ran his fingers through his long brown hair and shook his head quickly before his hair fell back into the same place it always would lay. He reached over onto his bedside table and grabbed the thin white remote and hit the button on it. He smiled to himself as ‘Two Rights Don’t Make a Left… But Three Do,’ began to play. ‘Chap Stick, Chapped Lips and Things Like Chemistry.’ He grinned to himself and pushed the “FWD” button to ‘Mood Rings.’ “We all know the girls that I am talking about. They are time bombs and they are ticking and the only question is when they’ll blow up… And I’ve contrived some sort of a plan to help my fellow men. Let’s get emotional girls to all wear mood rings. So we’ll be tipped off to when they’re ticked off ‘cause we’ll know just what they’re thinking, just what they’re thinking.” He stood up and raised his arms high over his head. The muscles of his abdomen flexed as his body stretched. He rubbed his fingers over the scar that covered his lower stomach, just below his bellybutton. No, he wasn’t castrated you idiots. He ran his hand up his chest and lightly traced the small indentation of flesh over the left section of his pectorals. I never mentioned this before, did I? Well, if you’re still reading, you’ll know just why Landon started off on a bad foot.
I bet you didn’t know that if you don’t breathe for thirty seconds, you’re legally dead. Imagine a baby going through it. When he was born, Landon Thomas McKinley, all five and a half pounds of him was not breathing. Even after the doctors got his tiny lungs pumping, part of him was still dead. I know it seems gross but when they brought him back, a part of his intestines was actually dead. It didn’t work and was causing a large effect on the rest of his body. Doctors had to remove the dead part and put the two cut ends together. During the surgery, he stopped breathing again. It was then that the surgeons realized it wasn’t his lungs; little Landon’s heart wasn’t near strong enough for his tiny body. At the age of only three days, he was the youngest infant to successfully pull through a heart transplant. It was an extremely risky procedure and his parents weren’t even sure if it was going to work and the doctors shared in that fear as well but even in his early years, Landon showed that he was stronger that the outside forces pitted against him. He always knew that his headstrong attitude started way before he was able to argue with someone and this was strict proof. He walked into his bathroom as the CD player clicked and changed CDs. He grinned, listening as the sound of “Embers and Envelopes” filled his home. ”Embers, we’re burning bridges down, envelopes, stuffed with feeling now.” His early troubled beginnings always gave him something to set his mind on. Especially when he was ready to throw in the towel, he remembered how much he’d already gotten through and realized that he could still go on to face whatever the world wanted to try and trip him up with.
He felt like a shower would be a good idea right about now. It would give him a fresh start by washing away everything from yesterday. He pointed the remote to the CD player out the doorway and turned up the volume so that he would be able to hear it over the steady stream of running water. He smiled and reached in the shower, turning on the water and setting it to warm. The unmistakable chords of “This Time Is The Last Time” began to pump throughout his home. He slowly took off his sleeping shorts and hopped into the shower. The moment the water hit his skin, he just forgot about everything that had been bugging him. It was like everything was literally being washed away. That made Landon really happy. It was nice to feel like you didn’t have any burdens on your shoulders. It was great for him because he always felt like he was carrying the world on his shoulders. It sucked to have a feeling like everyone was depending on you. Landon had a lot of people that depended on him but he also had a lot of people that he depended on in return. Landon thought about all of those people, reaching for the shampoo bottle. One of those people who depended on him the most was his cousin. Summer. She needed him a lot and he knew that, too. They fought a lot but they were extremely close. Cousins or not, if he’d met her any other way, he didn’t have the slightest doubt that they would still be friends. She was a great girl but he knew that she was going through a rough time. He never really did get it all the way out of her but he did remember the whole “argument with herself” thing. He had to admit that even for Summer; it was pretty crazy and sort of freaky. He didn’t judge her though, he just tried to help her by understanding what she was going through. A lot of people hated Landon because he was so quiet sometimes but when he felt like he could be himself around you, he was as loud as a concert speaker. Summer knew that better than anyone.
His mind wandered in his head to the next person who depended on him and who had been depending on him for the past three or so years. He squeezed some shampoo into his hand and ran it through his hair. Evelyn; she was such a great person. It’d been a while since he talked to her. He hoped to fix that. Every memory with her always made him all tingly and warm and fuzzy on the inside. He went to step back and slipped. Immediately, he thought of the mud and the rain. That was such a good time. They had spent the freezing afternoon out in the pouring rain, doing nothing but soaking up the warmth from one another’s presence. Whenever he was even around her, he felt stupid. He couldn’t form sentences sometimes and he just couldn’t think on occasions. He was getting over it lately, being able to push out this feeling she gave him. Ever since they’d spent that day just lounging in her car parked illegally on a hill at Sewell Park. That was the day, the very first day they’d both come clean about their feelings for each other. He felt redemption that day unlike any other day. She’d told him long before that that she needed him but he knew he needed her too. The day in the mud, he’d told her everything about Alyssa and every single drop of pain he’d felt in the process. She didn’t judge him or make fun of him or even give him pity. He remembered that she hugged him and held him close. He felt more welcomed and wanted on that day then he’d felt in a incredibly long time. He tilted his head back and rinsed the soap suds from his hair. After that, he grabbed the bar of soap and washed himself quickly, getting out of the shower soon after. He wrapped a towel around his waist and walked back into his room. The CD was now blasting out “Sun.” He smiled and sat down on his bed, ignoring that he was still soaking wet.
He leaned forward and ran his hands through his hair trying to shake bits of water from it and onto the floor. He didn’t feel like getting dressed but knew he should. He laid back on the bed and looked up at the ceiling. He felt refreshed and ready to take on a brand new day. He threw his head to the side and saw that he’d taken up another hour and a half of the day. Seven thirty in the morning. For all he cared, he’d sit there forever. Actually, it was probably going to be better if he got up and moved around. He pulled himself up to sitting position and looked over at his closet. I’ll be honest with you, I can’t remember if I said he got clothes or not so I’m going to do that little do-hicky now. He stretched again and walked to his closet, thumbing through everything, looking for anything to wear. He would admit it, he was a well-dressed type of person. He did shop at A.E. and A&F and ashamedly so, Hollister too. (This is ooc and random but my friend Endicott goes “So my mom gave me forty dollars to get out of debt and I spent it on a new shirt at Hollister.” I thought it was funny.) He pulled on the sleeve of a green and black striped three quarter length sleeved thin shirt with a hood on the back. He turned around and opened his drawer in search for a pair of jeans. He finally found one that had small tears in the knees. He opened another drawer and looked for a pair of boxer shorts. SCOOBY DOO! He smiled and pulled them out, taking off the towel (OHH LANDON’S NAKED!) and pulled his boxers on. He used the towel to dry himself off the rest of the way and put on the rest of his clothes. He tracked down his pumas and slid them onto his feet. He grabbed his keys and headed out the door. He decided that he’d walk around outside before going anywhere really important. Maybe he’d find a friend to drag along. That was probably the best thing right now. Just someone to talk to.
The peace and quiet, that was what Landon liked about the outdoors. He felt like maybe if he made his way outside, he could actually get out and breathe. He didn’t really care if it was light out or if it was pouring down rain, it was the simple fact of knowing that the air entering your lungs was pure and clean, enough to give you a jumpstart on life, on a day. There were a lot of things that Landon would do in order to prepare himself to start off a week or what he knew was going to be the rest of his life. There were a lot of mornings when he would lay in his bed and didn’t want to get up because he knew and remembered what he went through. He often couldn’t look at himself in the mirror because then he saw the pain. He saw everything he’d gone through and every single last memory that had left him the pile of flesh and bones he had become over time. His features had changed over time too, not just the feelings and beat of his heart. After his traumatic event with Alyssa, he had hurt for a long time. He had sworn that his heart was just going to stop and that he’d just stop. At the time he didn’t see a point in living. To him, it was like trying to breathe underwater. There was no point in it. He remembered that day; the day he lost his faith in living. Looking back on it with a fond and tender touch, he thought that the whole thing was just a phase, a stupid phase where his brain was working against him, trying to get him to just give up when nothing else seemed to be working.
He was glad he hadn’t given up, though. He had moved on to a place where it was better now, where the things that were happening around him were better than he could have asked for. He had moved on now, a year later and had a few regets left that he kept quiet and to himself. He didn’t think that he would do any good to bring the regrets to life by giving them a voice. It was just like fear; it was quelled and quiet as long as it had no voice. If you gave it a voice and something to be heard, you were giving into it. Landon had a lot on his plate and had throughout his life but this time, he was willing to take it all and do so with a grain of salt. There was so much that he had wished he had and that he wished he hadn’t had to deal with. He wouldn’t go back and change it if he were given the chance to, though. He didn’t want to change a lot, he wasn’t greedy. More than a fair share of people would give everything they owned just to go back in time to change only one thing. Landon, however felt the exact opposite. He remembered everything, every day spent in the hospital; every day spent lying with Alyssa, trying to help her feel better no matter what. There were moments when he wished things would have gone differently or wouldn’t have happened the way they did but he knew that there was no point in hoping to change the past. Some labeled him a cynic some told him he was a realist and he didn’t deny either. He knew that he wasn’t willing to spill his past to any random stranger who walked past. ”Ya, hi. My name is Landon and my girlfriend died in my arms. How might you be on this amazing day?” Didn’t seem like a very good conversation starter, huh?
Maybe he put too much thought into things like this. Sometimes, he considered the possibility that he didn’t think about it enough. Maybe sometimes, he wasn’t doing his memories justice. Even at times, he’d said that if he wouldn’t think about it, it might go away and disappear. That was why he never ever once stopped thinking about his lost love. He admired her for her battle, the one she never gave up on. He honored her for her strength and for her will to hold on and fight with everything she had for her life. Not very many people would even considering putting up the sort of fight that she did. She had heart and she had body. Her mind was stronger than her body and she was trying to get them in sync. He remembered all of those days he spent sitting in a chair, sleeping in a chair while she was in the hospital over her episodes. He could recall how upset she had been that he had stayed there for as long as he had. She’d told him that he had a life and no reason to waste it away by staying around a rank hospital, doing nothing other than waiting for her to beat out her relapse. He had responded with the fact that it was his job as a boyfriend, as a fiancé. He didn’t know why he never budged on things like that and always kept his standing. He thought about her a lot and never let her memory go to rest. She left him early in the physical form but he wasn’t going to let her leave him permanently. He doubted that even if he tried his hardest, he could never forget the laughs, smiles and kisses they shared. They were like a hot iron press, imbedded in his brain. A lot of people actually told him it would be better to just leave it behind but he argued with them to the point of exhaustion every single time, fighting tooth and nail.
Today, he was tuning out all of these thoughts. He wanted to be alone with himself while he sat in his house, every light turned off and every blind closed. It didn’t matter to him that no one would be out at five in the morning, he wanted to feel like he was as isolated as he could get. He was strange at times, especially when he was running low on sleep like now. He didn’t feel like bothering to try and get any sleep. He realized that his life was already starting to slowly get better but he wanted to lie around for a few moments longer. He had a great deal of things to think about and he wanted to think them all the way through just incase his memory took a indecisive turn, making sure that he remembered nothing. He cared a great deal for every single one of his memories and didn’t want to lose any of them. If it came down to that, well, at least he’d know that he went through every possible case and scenario to give an attempt at discovering anything he could have done different. If he would have tried to though, he wondered if his whole life would be changed, everything right down to the socks he wore. Maybe if this would have happened, then this might have happened differently. There were so many ‘what if’s’ that he contemplated. He felt like if he could solve one of them and try to go back in time and fix just one thing, maybe he’d know and be able to choose for himself. That was taking it out of God’s hands and he wasn’t close to considering the stupid idea of tampering with something so great. He was a fool in cases but he was no idiot. He was just like any other human.
I have a feeling that I’m rambling on and on and no one is really taking time out of their day to give a crap and read about the crazy shit that goes on inside of my head but if you love Landon and you are reading this, I doubt you’d stop here. Unless, it is to say, that I’m just writing this for no reason and you already stopped reading four paragraphs ago. Boy, wouldn’t I feel like a real dumb ass? Maybe, though, you’re one of the special ones that care about Mister Landon McSparklypants and how super fly and cool he is. He’s such a little sweetheart, isn’t he? You agree with me, I know you do. Oh, oh, oh. But there is that little nasty mean streak that pops up once in a while. It’s like a hemorrhoid. It pops up out of nowhere and causes your ass a whole lot of pain. Hahahaha. He can get pretty rough and tough when it comes down to it. Basically, if you think you’re slick enough to mess around with his family or anyone he really cares about, then you’re basically dead. He’ll probably rip your face off and feed it to the dogs that live down the street. Mmm. A real good meal for those dogs who really don’t care what they’re eating and what goes into their bodies. Ew. That’s like cannibals. They eat other people. How do you even get a taste for that kind of sick stuff? So, this post has probably moved from serious to stupid in a paragraph or so. If you’re one of those people who stopped reading a long time ago (it wouldn’t matter that I’m writing this), then you’re probably thinking that I’m a moron.
Landon sat up and looked over to the glowing red numbers on his clock. It was now six. He’d wasted an hour of the day lying around in bed thinking about his life. He wanted to think about everything though, not only was it good exercise for his mind but it helped out his soul too. He could find the things inside of him that used to make him tick; used to make him work. He ran his fingers through his long brown hair and shook his head quickly before his hair fell back into the same place it always would lay. He reached over onto his bedside table and grabbed the thin white remote and hit the button on it. He smiled to himself as ‘Two Rights Don’t Make a Left… But Three Do,’ began to play. ‘Chap Stick, Chapped Lips and Things Like Chemistry.’ He grinned to himself and pushed the “FWD” button to ‘Mood Rings.’ “We all know the girls that I am talking about. They are time bombs and they are ticking and the only question is when they’ll blow up… And I’ve contrived some sort of a plan to help my fellow men. Let’s get emotional girls to all wear mood rings. So we’ll be tipped off to when they’re ticked off ‘cause we’ll know just what they’re thinking, just what they’re thinking.” He stood up and raised his arms high over his head. The muscles of his abdomen flexed as his body stretched. He rubbed his fingers over the scar that covered his lower stomach, just below his bellybutton. No, he wasn’t castrated you idiots. He ran his hand up his chest and lightly traced the small indentation of flesh over the left section of his pectorals. I never mentioned this before, did I? Well, if you’re still reading, you’ll know just why Landon started off on a bad foot.
I bet you didn’t know that if you don’t breathe for thirty seconds, you’re legally dead. Imagine a baby going through it. When he was born, Landon Thomas McKinley, all five and a half pounds of him was not breathing. Even after the doctors got his tiny lungs pumping, part of him was still dead. I know it seems gross but when they brought him back, a part of his intestines was actually dead. It didn’t work and was causing a large effect on the rest of his body. Doctors had to remove the dead part and put the two cut ends together. During the surgery, he stopped breathing again. It was then that the surgeons realized it wasn’t his lungs; little Landon’s heart wasn’t near strong enough for his tiny body. At the age of only three days, he was the youngest infant to successfully pull through a heart transplant. It was an extremely risky procedure and his parents weren’t even sure if it was going to work and the doctors shared in that fear as well but even in his early years, Landon showed that he was stronger that the outside forces pitted against him. He always knew that his headstrong attitude started way before he was able to argue with someone and this was strict proof. He walked into his bathroom as the CD player clicked and changed CDs. He grinned, listening as the sound of “Embers and Envelopes” filled his home. ”Embers, we’re burning bridges down, envelopes, stuffed with feeling now.” His early troubled beginnings always gave him something to set his mind on. Especially when he was ready to throw in the towel, he remembered how much he’d already gotten through and realized that he could still go on to face whatever the world wanted to try and trip him up with.
He felt like a shower would be a good idea right about now. It would give him a fresh start by washing away everything from yesterday. He pointed the remote to the CD player out the doorway and turned up the volume so that he would be able to hear it over the steady stream of running water. He smiled and reached in the shower, turning on the water and setting it to warm. The unmistakable chords of “This Time Is The Last Time” began to pump throughout his home. He slowly took off his sleeping shorts and hopped into the shower. The moment the water hit his skin, he just forgot about everything that had been bugging him. It was like everything was literally being washed away. That made Landon really happy. It was nice to feel like you didn’t have any burdens on your shoulders. It was great for him because he always felt like he was carrying the world on his shoulders. It sucked to have a feeling like everyone was depending on you. Landon had a lot of people that depended on him but he also had a lot of people that he depended on in return. Landon thought about all of those people, reaching for the shampoo bottle. One of those people who depended on him the most was his cousin. Summer. She needed him a lot and he knew that, too. They fought a lot but they were extremely close. Cousins or not, if he’d met her any other way, he didn’t have the slightest doubt that they would still be friends. She was a great girl but he knew that she was going through a rough time. He never really did get it all the way out of her but he did remember the whole “argument with herself” thing. He had to admit that even for Summer; it was pretty crazy and sort of freaky. He didn’t judge her though, he just tried to help her by understanding what she was going through. A lot of people hated Landon because he was so quiet sometimes but when he felt like he could be himself around you, he was as loud as a concert speaker. Summer knew that better than anyone.
His mind wandered in his head to the next person who depended on him and who had been depending on him for the past three or so years. He squeezed some shampoo into his hand and ran it through his hair. Evelyn; she was such a great person. It’d been a while since he talked to her. He hoped to fix that. Every memory with her always made him all tingly and warm and fuzzy on the inside. He went to step back and slipped. Immediately, he thought of the mud and the rain. That was such a good time. They had spent the freezing afternoon out in the pouring rain, doing nothing but soaking up the warmth from one another’s presence. Whenever he was even around her, he felt stupid. He couldn’t form sentences sometimes and he just couldn’t think on occasions. He was getting over it lately, being able to push out this feeling she gave him. Ever since they’d spent that day just lounging in her car parked illegally on a hill at Sewell Park. That was the day, the very first day they’d both come clean about their feelings for each other. He felt redemption that day unlike any other day. She’d told him long before that that she needed him but he knew he needed her too. The day in the mud, he’d told her everything about Alyssa and every single drop of pain he’d felt in the process. She didn’t judge him or make fun of him or even give him pity. He remembered that she hugged him and held him close. He felt more welcomed and wanted on that day then he’d felt in a incredibly long time. He tilted his head back and rinsed the soap suds from his hair. After that, he grabbed the bar of soap and washed himself quickly, getting out of the shower soon after. He wrapped a towel around his waist and walked back into his room. The CD was now blasting out “Sun.” He smiled and sat down on his bed, ignoring that he was still soaking wet.
He leaned forward and ran his hands through his hair trying to shake bits of water from it and onto the floor. He didn’t feel like getting dressed but knew he should. He laid back on the bed and looked up at the ceiling. He felt refreshed and ready to take on a brand new day. He threw his head to the side and saw that he’d taken up another hour and a half of the day. Seven thirty in the morning. For all he cared, he’d sit there forever. Actually, it was probably going to be better if he got up and moved around. He pulled himself up to sitting position and looked over at his closet. I’ll be honest with you, I can’t remember if I said he got clothes or not so I’m going to do that little do-hicky now. He stretched again and walked to his closet, thumbing through everything, looking for anything to wear. He would admit it, he was a well-dressed type of person. He did shop at A.E. and A&F and ashamedly so, Hollister too. (This is ooc and random but my friend Endicott goes “So my mom gave me forty dollars to get out of debt and I spent it on a new shirt at Hollister.” I thought it was funny.) He pulled on the sleeve of a green and black striped three quarter length sleeved thin shirt with a hood on the back. He turned around and opened his drawer in search for a pair of jeans. He finally found one that had small tears in the knees. He opened another drawer and looked for a pair of boxer shorts. SCOOBY DOO! He smiled and pulled them out, taking off the towel (OHH LANDON’S NAKED!) and pulled his boxers on. He used the towel to dry himself off the rest of the way and put on the rest of his clothes. He tracked down his pumas and slid them onto his feet. He grabbed his keys and headed out the door. He decided that he’d walk around outside before going anywhere really important. Maybe he’d find a friend to drag along. That was probably the best thing right now. Just someone to talk to.
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