Post by foxdeluca on Nov 23, 2010 13:01:27 GMT -7
I WANT TO BE THE VERY BEST
like no one ever was, to catch them is my real test
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[/color] he greeted them with his big grin. “Did you miss me?”[/color] he purred playfully. [/justify] [/blockquote]words: 850Fox looked pretty insane right now, but what else was new? Fox didn’t exactly come from a normal family, so people couldn’t exactly expect him to be normal either. Even for Fox this was a little unexpected though. There he stood, in line at an adorable little coffee shop, dancing. It wasn’t just any dancing either, it was a messed up version of the Time Warp from Rocky Horror Picture Show. Fox wasn’t a big musical kind of guy considering, but he loved him some Rocky Horror. Mostly because it was Seb’s second favourite thing in the entire world, right after David Bowie and himself. He had grown up being forced to watch Rocky Horror on a regular basis, which hadn’t been all that bad. He felt accomplished being able to say that he was completely confident in his heterosexuality while singing and dancing along to Sweet Transvestite. Contrary to people’s belief, he had never questioned his sexuality. He had always been pretty damn sure that he liked girls and girls only, no matter how many people had thought otherwise growing up. He didn’t really care though, not any more at least. They could think whatever they wanted, just like the people in the coffee shop. He couldn’t give two shits what these people thought of him. He was having a blast standing in line and dancing to the Time Warp!
After seventeen years on this earth Fox didn’t have any dignity or pride left in him, but that was pretty obvious with the pelvic thrusting he insisted on doing in public. He couldn’t help it! His iPod was on shuffle and when it came on he just had to dance! It was like putting Michael Jackson’s Thriller on and not expecting at least one person to start dancing along. Music could be an infectious disease if it was done correctly, especially Lady Gaga. He didn’t even like her music but he had it on his iPod and as his ring tone. Her songs always got stuck in his head at the most inconvenient times too; he was pretty sure she did it on purpose just to bug him. After the stuff he had been forced to do with his dads, Fox didn’t care what he was seen doing in public. They had eliminated humiliation and embarrassment from his vocabulary a long time ago. Seb and Ash had been the parents who neglected to inform Fox he didn’t have pants on and waiting to see how long it would take for the kid to realize he was out in his manties. On one occasion he had reached school before he had realized he was pants-less, and the only reason he had noticed was because a teacher told him to go home and finish getting dressed.
The line moved forward, forcing Fox out of his groove and back to reality. He was getting quite a few stares but he didn’t really care. He was so used to it by now he barely even noticed any more. To occupy his busy mind Fox started rocking back and forth on the heels of his checkered Vans, every few rocks tripping on a frayed piece of his baggy jeans. His hands were now stuffed in the pockets of a blue and black checkered hoodie, a black tee shirt hidden underneath sporting a double rainbow. He also, of course, sported a black hat that was slightly to one side and the lip ring that was a bit too big for his lip. Fox really didn’t look like much as far as his style went. He hadn’t changed it up since he was fourteen, and while people often compared him to Justin Bieber he felt that he was much better looking than her. Yes, her was intentional. Really though, Fox was pretty average aside from being six feet tall. He certainly looked a lot different than in his first life, lacking in dread locks and a beautifully dark complexion. He didn’t really mind the change in ethnicity thing time around. Instead of focusing on equality of races, like he had been in his first life, he could now focus on general equality. He had seen a lot of discrimination toward his gay dads that frankly pissed him off.
Finally he made his way to the front of the line, pulling out one of his headphones and ordering an extra large hot chocolate with whipped cream. The woman taking his order complimented him on his dancing, which he couldn’t help but grin to. See, he wasn’t so weird after all! He thanked her and gave her a three dollar tip, taking his hot chocolate and a straw to go dance elsewhere. Normally Fox would have just left the café to go home and bug his dads, but something extra awesome caught his eye. If he didn’t have a cup of hot chocolate in his hand he would have skipped over to the familiar face, so instead he walked and sat down in the chair opposite of them. “Hello there beautiful,”
outfit: this
lyrics: pokemon theme song, don’t judge!
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