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[heath alexander farron]

man whore, me?

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Heath staired up blankly at the ceeling fan. He watched as it went round, and round, and round. Heath was never usually bored, espically when he was in bed. But, for some reason he had lost his mojo. He blaimed Brett for that. After the little 'incident' the other night, Heath hadn't been able to think of anything but Brett. What was going on? He knew he felt something for her, but he had never felt something like this before. He rolled over onto his side and focused his eyes on the clock. 8:30. It was 8:30 on a thursday night, and he was alone.. in bed. Something was wrong.

Heath decided to watch some T.V. Mabye that would entertain him. He sat up in his bed and flicked on the T.V. Of course, nothing was on. Heath moaned to himself. What was he going to do? No one was out on a thursday night. What was the point in even trying. He slunked back down so he was laying on his bed. He began to watch the fan once more, when he got another idea.

Heath sat down at his desk, and turned on his laptop. He decided to check his email. 0 new messages. He rolled his eyes, and closed his laptop. Then, he began to spin himself in his chair. Thats how bored he was. He got up again, and could barley see straight. That didn't help. He made his way over to the kitchen in his appartment and opened the fridge. Nothing to eat, of course. So, he grabbed a beer, and sat back down on the egde of his bed. Then he fell back into the covers. How boring can one night be?

[tyson dean braxton]

{ tyson braxton !

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the constant tapping of his pen on the oak desk before him was going to drive the guy insane soon, so instead he threw it across the room where it smashed into the wall and landed on the floor with a clatter. deep sigh was released as he spun around to look at his pen. tyson braxton had been sitting there for at least half an hour trying to think up something for his essay. unfortunately nothing had come to mind and the things he had been doing were not working. screw it. he figured it was time he got out of the house. grabbing a jacket and throwing it on he headed down the stairs, nodding a goodbye to the butler on his way past. his parents probably wouldn't notice him gone and the staff were hardly going to tell them.

grabbing his keys from where he always tossed them on his way in - the small table by the front door - he slid into his black jaguar and headed towards the brighton apartments. there he'd was pretty sure he'd be able to find his best mate, heath farron. if not then surely there'd be someone else he could charm into spending the evening with him.

finally pulling into the area that housed the apartments of the area, ty parked his car and double checked to ensure that one of his pride and joys was not towed away. rushing up the stairs to heath's apartment. 032; the numbers teased him ever so, as if trying the daunt him into turning and leaving without checking to see if his mate was actually in. the only thing that could get more awkward than current would be if brett so happened to be there. apparently heath and ty's ex had been getting a little close but ty couldn't hate his best mate since they were like two for that; perhaps be insanely jealous and a slight dislike yes but that was as far as negative feelings were now. at the beginning tyson had not liked it one bit but it was time to move on... wasn't it? fist rose to deliver three heavy knocks to the door. "heath ! if you're in there you better open this freaking door." the warning was shouted in the guy's deep baritone. the threat in his tone empty and playful as he waited for a response. shifting his weight around a moment the guy got sick of waiting and rose a closed fist once again to bang on the door.

{ooc: sorry it's a little half-hearted attempt at a post.}

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[heath alexander farron]

man whore, me?

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Heath took another sip of his beer from the laying down position, wich, of course, made him caugh. He wasn't trying that again. He sat up in his bed and whiped his sleve over his mouth. He staired blankly at the black TV. Thoughts of Brett danced through his mind as he staired. He was trying to plan out what to say to her when he say her again. I'm madly in love with you. Lets run away togther and get married. That might be over doing it just a little. I think I like you, like.. like like you. Too many likes in that one. Just then he heard a banging on the door. He raised his eyebrow, wondering who it could be. Heath! If you're in there you better open this freaking door. Heath let out a sight of relief.

Heath made his way to the door of his appartment, and unlocked the door. He opened it up to see his best friend Tyson standing in the door way. A half grin crept its way onto Heath's face as he stepped aside to let him in. Thank God you're here man. I was about to die of boredom. He said as he moved away from the door. Want a beer? Heath asked, motioning towards his firdge.

Tyson and Heath had a great friendship. They had been friends sence Heath could remember, and they had stayed close through a lot of stuff. Like Tyson dating Brett. That didn't make things akaward at all..That was, however, before Heath realized how strong his feelings were towards Brett. But now, what would happen if he dated her? That would definitly create some tension between the two. What was he thinking? He didn't have girlfriends. His mind was getting away from him, yet again. He returned his focus back to Tyson.

[tyson dean braxton]

{ tyson braxton !

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and one of the most surprising things in the world happened. the door opened and there stood his mate. well, it seemed that heath didn't have plans for the night after all. the words heath said emphasized the idea perfectly. lowering his fist, tyson stepped into the apartment of heath farron. he knew the set up of this place all too well. heading to the fridge that his friend montioned to, ty pulled the door open and grabbed two beers. that would be all the answer heath needed to his question.

taking a relaxed seat on the couch, the guy put down one beer and opened the other. after a good drink, gaze moved over to heath. "you? bored? that suggests you had nothing to do. whatcha been up to?" it was basic curiosity used in an attempt to strike up a conversation. after all, heath was rarely ever found in his apartment and even less likely, found alone in apartment bored. glacing around ty tried to make sense of what had been happening here before he arrived, though the room didn't give him any hints at all.

grabbing the remote he turned on the tv and began aimlessly flicking through channels. the idea that heath had already done so just didn't occur to him. taking another sip of beer he glanced back over at heath while still changing channels. "so many bloody channels and nothing worth watching on?" if one were to watch this they probably would have thought this to be ty's home, perhaps he shared the apartment with heath? but that so was not the case. the pair had just known each other long enough to pretty much be brothers from dfferent mothers. they had each other's back and shared practically everything. on the matter of brett however, that was something awkward that both preferred not to discuss. "how could you, of all people not have plans tonight?" ty was used to not knowing what he wanted and just doing whatever caught his fancy on a spur of the moment but heath seemed to forever had something on. usually involving a girl or two but it was still something other than hanging around by himself in his apartment.

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[heath alexander farron]

man whore, me?

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Heath closed the door behind Tyson and followed him to the couch. He flopped down and took another sip of his half empty beer. You? Bored? That suggests you had nothing to do. Whatcha been up to? Heath rolled his eyes. He always had something to do. ALWAYS. Man, I've been doing nothing all day! Its killing me! He said as his hand skimmed over his forehead. Having nothing to do made Heath go crazy. He just felt so useless.

Heath looked over at his friend, debating about telling him about the incident with Brett. It was an easy decison. Even though they told eachother everything, this was one thing they never discussed. Never. It would be far too akaward for them. After all, Ty had dated her and now Heath was way into her. He was sure Ty knew about they're relationship. But that didn't mean they needed to bring it up.

So many bloody channels and nothing worth watching on? Heath nodded in agreement. It was too true. How could there be nothing on three hundred and sixty channels of tv. It was way to weird. It always seemed like when there was nothing else better to to, there was nothing on tv. It sucked. Tell me about it. I've been flipping through the channels for hours. Nothing. He said as he sat forward and rested his elbows on his knees and sipped his beer before placing it on the coffee table.

Heath yawned. Sitting around can really tire a person. How could you, of all people not have plans tonight? I think, I have offically lost my mojo, he confessed as he sat back on the couch. It was true. Something had happned to him, and he didn't like it.

[tyson dean braxton]

{ tyson braxton !

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oh yeah, heath definitely had something to do no matter what time of the day or night it was. that was, if you could count nothing as something. in which case, following heath’s comment, that day must have been a very productive one. giving up on the tv ad just leaving in on a soccer match being streamed live from england, chelsea vs liverpool. tyson blankly stared at the screen for a moment, on anyone else you would have figured he was thinking but on ty, it was simply just him staring at a tv screen. dopey much?

eyes flicked over to his mate. heath losing his mojo? as if, ever since puberty hit the guy had been hitting on girls. and before puberty, the guy had still been playing games that involved chasing girls in some way. so basically, since they had known each other, heath farron had been a player and a pretty dxmn good one when you considered his track record. so the "official" claim that he had lost his mojo could not be believed. "nah mate. what makes ya say that?" relaxed drawl was released as ty now fixed curious blue eyes on the vision that was heath farron.

ty finished off his bottle of beer and placed it on the coffee table. picking up the second bottle he had brought in with him, he opened it and offered it to heath first. after opening it, tyson had noted that perhaps heath would need it more and ty was very apathetic about whether or not he had another bottle. plus, if he really wanted another, heath’s fridge was fully stocked as it always was. "maybe we should get out of here. or bring the party here..." honestly, now that ty was already here, he didn’t exactly feel like leaving because that just involved too much effort. so he liked the second idea, everyone knew that heath could throw a good party – even if said party was organized an hour before the actual event. a single brow quirked in his best friend’s direction, waiting for the other guy’s decision.

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