`what's my age again? [fox]

[Hayden Connor Callaghan]

Fuck yeah.

If two words could describe the events of today, that would easily be it. Fuck yeah. Fucking fuck yeah. Today, Hayden was very much off of Daddy duty. Today, he was going to be a stupid seventeen year old with his boyfriend best friend, Fox. Today, they were going to accomplish epic epicness. They were going to do something they had not yet done. Something they had come up with while brain storming with the help of Mary Jane and her green leafy goodness. Because, yes, when they hung out now, it took a bit of brain storming. They had practically done everything together. Everything mildly retarded, that is. I mean, honestly, what HADN'T they done? The next step was for them to attempt to get special powers by drinking chemicals and hoping they don't die. Or take over the world. But apparently they had not yet done this state-of-the-art extreme sport.

Mud surfing.

How they had never done this was a complete mystery to Hayden. But they would do it today. Suck it, bucket list!

Preparing for excellence such as this, however, took time. Since early this morning (around 9:30, to be exact), he and Fox had been lugging big ass buckets of water from the lake up this hill and dumping it right on the ground, creating, hands down, the most epic mud slide in Riverdale — nay, the mother fucking WORLD. Sweat accumulated on his chest, neck and forehead, making his auburn hair and the RSOR key he wore around his neck stick to his glistening, tan skin. He couldn't really decide if he looked like a sexy-ass model...or a guy that needed a shower...didn't matter though. Showers would come later. Winning at life came now.

He pulled his panda pajama costume on over his swim trunks and covered his panda feet with fashionable, purple, leopard-print (think...Lisa Frank) rain boots (He didn't want to ruin his costume mud surfing after all...and those boots were just so cute). Hayden tightened his jaw and lowered his eyebrows as he pulled his hood over his head. Shit just got WAY serious. He held his pink surfboard close and looked at his and Fox's muddy master piece.

"We're pure geniuses, bro," Hayden said with a nod. "Pure. Genius. This could be our best idea yet."

And with that, Hayden threw down his Juicy Couture surf board down. It splashed in the mud a bit before he jumped on it. The surf board squelshed into the mud a bit before Hayden leaned forward, making the surf board slowly slide forward. When it finally hit the slope of the big hill, it took off. He felt the air rush through the pajamas (which felt nice under this summer afternoon sun). Hayden eyes widened a bit, not exactly expecting it to be this fast. But when he gained his balance, he let out a loud whoop. He leaned forward and back, swerving his board everywhere and making brown waves of mud stain his pretty, pink surf board. A bit of mud flew up and got him right on the face, but Hayden was laughing and whooping too much to care. It was only when he got to the bottom that he realized he had absolutely no clue on how to stop. "FUUUUUUUUUUCK," He cried when he finally did get to the bottom. The board hit something and Hayden was sent flying through the air, arms flailing with the feeble hope that he would magically fly and he would avoid a dirty demise. But no matter how he flailed, Hayden did not soar away. Instead, Hayden found himself face-first in a huge puddle of mud. His body slid a few feet in the thick mud, his surf board sliding a few feet away from him. Hayden just laid there for a moment before lifting his head, beaming and laughing. "THAT WAS AWESOME!" He exclaimed.

This is how real men spent their free time.

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WORD COUNT: 666...lawlz.
OUTFIT: click
LISTENING TO: The Anthem - Good Charlotte
COMMENTS: i'm so sleepy...and DEVIL POST

[foxdeluca]

CAUSE I'M INTERNATIONAL, TELL HIM
to call me borat, this is the anthem, this is the anthem

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His sexy body. Hayden’s sexy body. Surf boards. Mud. What more could Fox ask for? This was most definitely going to be the best day he’s had in a long, long time. This was one for the record books. If him and Hayden didn’t get a trophy he would have to smack a bitch. This was the best idea that they have ever had. This was gold. Mud surfing. Mud surfing! It was rare for the dynamic duo to find something stupid that they hadn’t already done. If it was life threatening and something you would see on Jackass chances were they have already accomplished it. The chances also were that they tried again with blindfolds and tied hands. He was fucking stoked. He was so goddamn ready for this. He was going to conquer that mud, and then next...the world! There was no turning back now. No chickening out. He was going to do this and he was going to do it hard.

People were staring as he walked but he didn’t give a fuck. He thought he looked damn good in his fox pajamas. He owned several pair of these things; several pair of each animal he could find. His tall and lanky and pasty white body was covered by red fleece. The hood of the jammies was up and he wiggled his butt to make sure the tails wished back and forth. His rubber boots were big and pink striped and his surf board was being carried on his shoulders. He probably looked like an escape mental patient. He probably was an escaped mental patient. He wasn’t at all concerned over ruining his fox jammies with mud because he had about eighty others, and because he could just send it to his dads’ and they would work their gay magic on the stains. Fox was armed with adorable rain boots, fox jammies and extreme hyperness. He was ready. He was so ready for this. Fuck.

“That we are man, that we are,”

[/color] he agreed in the most epic voice he could muster. Thankfully his vocal cords didn’t decide to fluctuate on him either. “Better than Walmart jousting.”[/color] He gave a nod and his lips curled up in a very Grinch-like smirk. He couldn’t wait, bouncing on his heels just waiting to be able to take his turn. Finally, he threw down his surf board along with Hayden’s and splashed mud on his pants. He jumped on and gave Hayden a salute before leaning forward and letting the surf board slide forward before he finally taking off down the hill. He zoomed down the hill, flailing manically in his attempts stay stable and steady. He leaned hid awkward and tall body this way and that, trying his best to keep his center of gravity stable. To no avail Fox went flying off of his surf board and rolling down the hill dragging his board after him. He was covered in mud and a big mess of fleece and dirt and teenage boy limbs until he was finally lying a few feet away from Hayden. “BOTH OF US ON ONE BOARD NEXT![/color] Fuck yes. Best day ever.
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lyrics: nicki minaj, blow ya mind
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[Hayden Connor Callaghan]

With his face buried deep in wet mud and with mild pain in his body from his crash landing, if Hayden was like any normal person, he would ask himself "Why?"

Why? Why was he doing this? What educational value was in all of this? Why wasn't he with Sylent helping her take care of their twin baby boys? What was he getting out of all of this? Would this make him richer, stronger or smarter? Would this make him a good example to his sons?

Here were his answers:
Why was he doing this? Because he was awesome...that was one blatant reason. This was also an excellent way to cure boredom and be social with his best friend. Yes. That's what this was. A social experience. This was educational , too...right? Yeah. There had to be some physics in this. Like...momentum and shit. And there was math. Probability. Story problems like:
If Hayden, a 5-foot-10 seventeen year old weighing about 150 lbs, went mud surfing down the hill, how fast will he reach the bottom? How fast will he go if Fox was on the same board as him? What is the probability he would land on his face?

Yeah. You can't argue with the education in that. That was...that was hardcore mother fucking LOGIC! This also educated him on hard work. If he wasn't determined and just lazed about all day, he wouldn't have been able to mud surf. Hard work and determination. Life lessons right there, bro. And maybe carrying that water up the hill made him stronger...because he certainly wasn't getting richer and, if anything, this might be making him dumber. And this was definitely helping Sylent because she already had two little boys to care for. Another would not help her any.

And that was why mud surfing was the pass time of champions. This was definitely better than Wal-Mart jousting. Though, getting kicked out of Wal-Mart was pretty funny. Hayden could still remember the old lady greeter person, some kid taking in carts and the manager chasing down he and Fox. Ahhhhh...good times. Good times.
They needed to try this surfing thing high at some point, though.

Hayden was lifting his face from the thick mud when Fox landed beside him. He burst out laughing as his friend became a sprawling, lanky, fox-wearing mess. He was about to say something sarcastic about Fox's professional landing skills (though, he really should be talking, now should he?) when Fox made the best suggestion ever in the history of...ever.

“BOTH OF US ON ONE BOARD NEXT!"

Hayden's eyes widened and an overjoyed smile spread on his face. "Oh my God!" He grinned, "Fuck. Yes. Sir, you are brilliant. Just brilliant!" Hayden lunged over for his board. He picked it up and stood. "Let's use my board...it's prettier."

Well, it was. It was pink. And Juicy Couture. Can you say...CLASSY?
Hayden the Panda was soon running back up the hill, his boots slipping and making him trip a bit, staining his black panda knees with poopy mud brown. "C'mon!" He called as he stumbled up the hill, "Hurry your ass up!"

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WORD COUNT: 530
LISTENING TO: tonight, tonight - hot chelle rae
COMMENTS: this took forever. please accept my humble apologies.

[foxdeluca]

CAUSE I'M INTERNATIONAL, TELL HIM
to call me borat, this is the anthem, this is the anthem

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Fox had taken it upon himself to live each day like it was his last. Live fast, die young, leave a good-looking corpse. The only thing that would make this better if he was back in Los Angeles with his daddies. Seb would be killing himself laughing and trying to film the event while Ash joined in most likely wearing some fancy dress that would be ripped into a thong by the end of the day. There were times when Fox would be serious, times when he would put his big boy panties on and neglect his duties as a goofy teenage boy. This was not one of those times. This was not one of those times. This was one of those times when he fucked the big boy panties and put on his fox jammies. He was glad to share this with Hayden, who most likely needed this. Sure, Hayden should probably be spending time with his boys and his girlfriend but everyone needed breaks from responsibility. After he had had his own kids he would spend any time he could forgetting about the responsibilities of being a musician and a just goof off with his kids. Fuck responsibility. Fuck doing the right thing. He was going to get covered in mud.

Motherfucking mud surfing. Mother. Fucking. Mud surfing. It didn’t get any better than this. This was almost as good as getting kicked out of Wal-Mart, which was pretty damn fun and lived up to Seb’s and Uncle Danny’s legacy of getting kicked out of eighty percent of the stores on Piccadilly Circus. Fox needed to get working on that. Wal-Mart wasn’t even a scratch on the surface of what he had to live up to. He needed more banned pictures up in department stores and maybe even a few wanted posters. Then him and Hayden would be in Westerns and go around dueling like the badasses they were. So Fox laughed into the mud, probably getting some in his mouth but he didn’t give two shits. That’s what showers were for, or another dip in the lake. Except this time it would be with clothes since Hayden would most likely join him. He loved the guy, but he didn’t love him that way. Their bromance was pretty damn epic but he wasn’t going to skinny dip with the guy. That was saved for sexy redheads.

He rolled over onto his back and flailed his arms in the mud a bit, making mud angels and even more of a mess of himself. He turned his head backwards so he could get a better few of Hayden, grinning almost literally ear to ear and making his eyes all squished so he was practically blind. He had a mad case of the giggles and he couldn’t stop long enough to breath. It took him a good five minute of laughing before he could manage to pill himself to a sitting position, the hood sliding off of his head under the weight of the mud. “But mine has flowers!”

[/color] he wheezed through his laughter, sounding even more stoned than he usually did. Just a side note: he was completely clean right now, but he still sounded like a mix of Shaggy from Scooby Doo. And 50 Cent. Fox finally managed to stand up, mind you he fell twice, and started making his way back up the hill. Lanky white boy flailing up a hill, sliding down a few feet at least three times before making it up to the top. “I’m trying! I’m trying!”[/color] he called up at Hayden. “These boots don’t work with my ass, they’re all wrong. I should have worn the Prada,”[/color] he joked in his best Ash-voice. Ash if he had smoked thirty pounds of weed maybe. Finally Fox was throwing himself on to the top of the hall and flopping onto the ground once again. Ne needed to take a minute to catch his breath.
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outfit: this
lyrics: nicki minaj, blow ya mind
notes: <3 [/blockquote]