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Post by samson on Aug 29, 2011 16:23:02 GMT -5
Samson didn’t think that Brett would slow down. And he didn’t think the guy should. It was his life, and he should enjoy it while he had it. Having fun was a good way to spend your life. Eventually, though, you had to calm your shit and get real. At least, that’s what society presented it as. You could have all the fun you wanted in your teenage years, but once you get out of college, it’s time to suit up and start a family. But he was aware that wasn’t for everyone, and probably not for people like Brett. And he hated that people could be looked down on just because they chose a lifestyle that didn’t adhere to the norms. ”You should, bro. I probably wouldn’t be sitting next to you in a cell, anyway.” Actually, even though he was a reserved person, Brett may be able to pull him along into his antics. Not like Sam would be a total buzzkill—he did know how to have fun. It was just hard for him to adjust to certain situations, and he didn’t even want to waste the effort on it. For him, he was fine sitting and studying as he was getting smashed at a house party with a bunch of other drunk teenagers.
At least in writing, he didn’t have to worry about hesitation in words or anything like that. He could easily hide if he wanted to, just because writing down on paper isn’t quite as expressive as actually saying somethig out loud. ”It just kind of happened. I don’t even know how. She kissed me and I invited her for dinner at my house.” He didn’t mention that she was the one cooking, because he thought that may sound a bit odd. Just got a new girlfriend? Tell her to stay in the kitchen and make you some food. So he paused before writing down, ”And now I’m going to meet her family.” Which meant serious business in a relationship. Samson wasn’t going to go on about her like a chick would, talking about how cute she is or what he planned to wear when he met her parents. Definitely not something to guys would talk about. ”She’s fucking great.” That’s about as much as he wrote regarding her, because he felt like Brett should know just how awesome she was. Or maybe he just wanted to reassure himself that this relationship wouldn’t fall apart like all the others. Perhaps the fact that they had friendship as a basis would help. They’d been hanging out for years, and a lot of the other girls he’d dated were just acquaintances he met recently, who he didn’t really have a feel for. Yes, that fact was very reassuring to the boy. Curious, he wrote down, ”You got anyone or are you just hooking up all the time?” A smirk came with that question, feeling like he might already know the answer. But he couldn’t be sure. It wasn’t like he knew everything about Brett and his life.
When Brett suggested a fast car, he snorted and shook his head. He fucking wished he could get a fast car. He didn’t particularly love vehicles like some guys did where the sight of a sleek sports car would make him need to fan himself. But who didn’t like the aesthetics of a cool new car? Well, Beatrice. She didn’t really believe in cars. Samson wasn’t going to tell Brett about this, because that was strange even for her. And the fellow Thunder actually didn’t know about his adoptive mother and what a piece of work she was. He wasn’t ashamed of the woman, he loved her to death, it just would be strange to tell Brett ‘My crazy old bat of a mother thinks cars are the devil’s mode of transportation’. ”First, I should get a car,” he wrote down with a shake of his head. He had a job and actually worked for Beatrice, but it wasn’t like he had anything better than minimum wage. And he didn’t reallly know how to save money, since he oftentimes went ahead and spent his paycheck on random crap like he guessed every teenager did. ”Got any ideas to raise money for that? I already have a job, but I need something extra probably.” Brett had a car, after all, and they were the same age—maybe he had a secret or something. It would definitely help for Samson to know.
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Post by brett on Aug 29, 2011 17:47:22 GMT -5
Brett may have been trying to hit bottom, he may have been trying to see just how low he could get just to ease his curiosity, but he wouldn't bring someone who was actually happy on the trip with him. It was an adventure to Brett, who needed that kind of thing. He needed to feel those adrenaline rushes to get through life, but if someone didn't, he wouldn't even try to get them hooked. He might suggest some kind of off the wall activity to try out, as he had thrown out racing, but unless he was completely blitzed he wouldn't want to bring Samson, or anyone he liked, along on an adventure like that. He was destructive and vain, but he wasn't a sociopath. Not yet anyway. There was still a bit of good in him. A small beacon of hope that he hoped would one day extinguish, so that his life could go on to new and even more exciting heights. He wanted to live on the edge forever. Someone once said that the brightest flames went out the fastest, and Brett planned to be an inferno. "I'd hope not. For your sake, of course," he said with a grin. It wasn't like Brett wouldn't enjoy the company, but he didn't want to get Samson in any kind of trouble.
Brett read Sam's description of his budding relationship intently. It was nice that things worked out for Samson even with his disability. It sounded like the two were cute and romantic together, which was nice. Brett admired romantics, even if he wasn't one himself. It was the same way he admired the religious, even though he really couldn't bring himself to believe in the existence of a power higher than himself. Brett believed that every man or woman on earth was God. He believed that everyone had the power to have complete control over his or her life. All it took was a little action. Less fantasizing and more action was all life needed, then happiness would result. This was Samson doing just that. He found someone he liked, and made her his in a sense. He knew it was bad that he thought of people as objects quite often, but at least he tended not to discriminate based on gender or race. He was insulting, but not prejudiced. "Dude, good luck with the parents. I'm sure you'll do fine though," he said reassuringly. Samson was a pretty stand up guy. At least, compared to the kind of people that Brett usually associated with. The line "she's fucking great" really said a lot. He smiled and shook his head, letting hair fall into his eyes for a moment before brushing it to the side with his hand. "I'm so glad to hear that," Brett stated sincerely. He didn't usually care about these stories, but Sam was a good friend, and he was glad that he was happy. Samson then proceeded to ask Brett about his own love life, which the destructive child almost thought of as a joke. "You know me," he started coolly, as he leaned back in his chair a little. "I don't think I can find someone that could keep me entertained for long enough to call it a relationship. Hookups are so much more fun to me." He didn't know if he could even harbor romantic feelings for someone. They'd have to be pretty amazing for that to happen.
Samson definitely needed wheels. Hell, Brett could probably help him at least get a faster engine into a piece of junk car if he had enough money for the car and the parts. Brett was no tech wizard, but he could get a car running if he put his mind to it. It was something that a few of his uncles showed him one summer. Something that he was happy to learn about. His piece of shit car could compete with a drunk girl on a ducati, for chrissake. "It's really about saving more than making more money. I got boy for a lot of time on cigs and booze instead of meals, and I don't buy clothes or things much either. It's just kinda, itemizing how much you want something." Leave it to Brett to offer a dangerous way to afford a car. One that took him quite some time and quite a lot of work to buy and upgrade. It may have looked like shit, but there were some redeeming qualities under the hood. "Don't go for anything flashy. The first junker you see, buy it. I can fix it up a bit for you if you get the parts," he offered. It was rare that Brett would offer this time to someone, but that's what friends did for each other. If Sam could get his hands on the cash, Brett could probably make his car run like a bat out of hell if he tried hard enough.
Tagged:: Samson Outfit:: Click Count:: 826 Notes:: This would have been shorter, but Brett wanted to express his religious beliefs, and apparently he's satanist, so yeah. Rambling. >.<
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