[Danny] I've got a sex drive, push to start

[RYAN MITCHELL]

Snatching his closet door open, it slid back with a large bam. Reaching down into his closet he pulled out the only backpack he owned, now and walked over towards the bed dropping down and taking a deep breath. He really needed to get this work down for his classes, or his dad would hear about it and cut him off. Which was bullshit, he didn’t even like nursing. What he was doing in that class was wasting his time.

Opening the bag, Ryan went over to his desk and took his laptop off his charger sliding it first into the backpack then his book next gently to be sure he didn’t break the laptop. Really, he had no choice but to go elsewhere and get this crap done, because here on campus he had a lot of distraction. Friends and drugs, but if he went somewhere else, he’d be able to get it done within two hours at its very most.

After, Ryan let out a huff and pulled on a plain outfit, nothing special but something comfortable since he would be sitting under a tree for a hour or two, other than that, he really wasn’t expecting to run anyone at the park around eleven. Pulling on the backpack, Ryan walked out the door and took his keys out spinning them around his finger dreading these two hours already.

Walking into the park, Ryan pulled up his hood over his head and folded a stick of gum into his mouth while he squinted over the location trying to ignore the bright sun light in his eyes. Finally, he found a spot pretty vacant and by the water, Ryan couldn’t help but to grin and make a sarcastic comment to himself in a snobby tone “Oh, well look at that. It’s so gorgousss..” Letting out a single Hah. In laughter he sat down against the tree, crossed his ankles and began to work.

Outfit: Here

Tag: Dannyyy (:

Notes: Danny get yo sexy self and distract this boy

[DANIELLE VIERADAY]

Danielle was in a restless mood. She had paced around her house at least fourth times, walked Licorice around the block until the poor dog refused to leave the comfort of the couch, and cleaned every surface she could reach. Ever since she was little, Danny had a attention span the size like that of a goldfish. Somethings never change. With a resigned sigh, she slid on some a pair of gold gladiator sandals, pulled her bag over her head, and cooed her goodbye to Licorice. 

Without hesitation, Danny was certain of where she was going. No wandering the big, bad city for her! She knew the park had swings, and the girl was one of the few 19 year olds left that still could spend hours on a swing set. So, naturally, she headed for the park, enjoying the sunshine maybe a little too much as she danced happily down the street.

Ever since she was young, she'd loved swings. The weightless, free-falling feeing that you got when you jumped off at the highest point; oh the adrenaline! She spent hours pumping her legs back and forth in her grandmother's backyard, then giggling like crazy when she hit the soft, padded grass.

The brunette was about to walk farther into the park, to the swings and other bits of playground equipment, when she noticed a familiar looking figure, stretched out under a tree with a laptop. Oh this boy would be so much more fun than swings! She thought, excitedly, clasping her hands together and grinning.

"Hey there good-lookin', Danny said, leaning down over to Ryan, pulling off his hood so she could see his face entirely and winking as she spoke. "Mind if I sit here?"

Notes: I just thought I'd mention the last time this happened to one of my characters...they ran off to a motel and had sex. Okay anyways, sorry it's shit. Attention span of goldfish = Tree, not Danny, heh.

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[RYAN MITCHELL]

Snatching the bag up from the tree he laid back on, Ryan began digging through the bag trying to find the paper with the instructions. What he needed to do was very important to finish this paper, he had no idea what it was supposed to be on, just what class. Wow. He really needed to step up his game. Hah. Right. Step up his game. The game he only played, he played so well, so who the hell needed to step up to their own game? College work was not on his to do list, even if it should be. Well, it was on his to-do list. Only for today though.

Tilting his bag out of the shade, he let the sunlight hit the inside lighting it up very dully, but enough to see. Squinting his eyes, he looked farther down and found a balled up piece of paper. Reaching his hand into the bag, he pulled it out and unraveled the paper. Ryan then shook his head and let a little chuckle come from his throat. “Well what do you know..there you are.” He said with a grin as he began to read what he needed to include. Halfway down the paper, Ryan let out a dramatic sigh and placed the paper on the keyboard of the laptop and then shut the laptop before setting it aside and pulling out his cigarettes, lighting one and taking a deep drag as he looked out at the pond.

As Ryan was focusing on making smoke rings, he heard a voice in which his head turned up immediately to see Danny. The new girl. Grinning he exhaled another smoke ring before patting the seat next to him. “Well hi there to you too..what’re you doing here?” He said putting a questionable look upon his face before offering his cigarette to her.

[DANIELLE VIERADAY]

"I needed some air," She shrugged and plopped down next to him, carelessly throwing her bag to the side.
Danny took the slim, smoking cylinder and placed it between her pale, rosy lips, and took a drag. Gross. The faint relief the nicotine brought almost overpowered her distaste for most cigarettes. Before they'd been prohibited, she'd smoked the flavored ones religiously, but never had she caught on to the bland flavor of normal cigarettes. She blew out from the side of her mouth, and handed it back to the boy. "Smokin' is bad for you," She scolded playfully, knowing that cigarettes were the least dangerous of the boy's drug usages.

"So whatcha up to?" She asked, crossing her legs and leaning her elbows on her bare knees. She hadn't seen Ryan out and about in the park before. Since she had moved to Vegas, she and Licorice spent a majority of their time lounging in the grassy fields together. Whoever said that dog was man's best friend was definitely on to something, Danny had thought appreciatively on multiple occasions. "I wouldn't take you for a nature lover," She added with an arched brow.

Notes: Sorry it's so short. I'm like. Braindead.

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[RYAN MITCHELL]

She needed some air she said. Maybe Danny was stressed about something, but Ryan would the last person to ask what was wrong. Instead his vibrant green eyes looked over her body quickly as she sat down beside him. Ryan wasn’t such a fan of her dreads, but her figure and just her personality. Danny had always came off to him as a cool laid back girl who was sweet and smoked weed. Those were all pointers. Tilting his head some, Ryan relaxed back against the gigantic tree and looked out towards a couple holding hands and laughing. Ryan’s face then twisted with disgust and irritation before looking back at Danny and took the cigarette back.

“Who cares if it’s bad for you? We are all going to die anyways.” Ryan stated with a slight shrug and then laughed waving his hand towards her “And who are you to say it’s bad, when you smoke a lot yourself.” Finishing his point off, he put on a smug smile. Shrugging once again Ryan looked over at the pond “I’m supposed to be doing some kind of paper for Culinary Arts…but I can’t be bothered right now.” Book work was such a drag. Who even liked shit like that? Expect if you’re some kind of nerd with no life and you want to add numbers to get a hard on because that symbol in the problem looks like a vagina or penis.

“By the way, I am a nature person.” Ryan said smirking taking another long drag from the cigarette and then exhaling the gray smoke into the air. “I love my weed.”