Post by CAMERON JACE CARTER on Oct 15, 2011 14:13:34 GMT -5
CAMERON JACE CARTER
[/i][/font][/blockquote][/blockquote][/center]seventeen, college, freshman & waiter, homosexual, shy, kyle jammeson-prosser, cute
hi! my name is cameron, but a majority of people call me cam or cammy, whatever. i'm seventeen years old right now, but i'll be eighteen on february fourteenth. i'm a freshman . i'm around five feet and four inches and one hundred five pounds, i know, kinda short for a grown man, but whatever. i like boys a lot and... that's it.
i've been told that i get really excited really easily. i never really noticed, probably because i'm the person. i have a tendency to over react about almost anything. i'm just a dramatic person i suppose, but i'm good at keeping things to myself. i'm really just a mixed up person. i also get really into the things that i'm excited about and i try to hype people up, almost like a walking flier... except not really. i don't know. i just like being excited about things.
despite the fact that i'm always excited i like to keep it to myself. really, the only people that see that loud side of me are my closest friends and relatives. when i'm out in public i'm mostly a quiet kid unless someone is trying to hurt one of the people that i enjoy the most. i can get pretty defensive and mean when someone is being mean or harassing someone that's close to me. aside from that, though, i usually walk with my head at least semi-down. i don't have a lot of self-confidence and i don't really know how to deal with stress, but i'm learning.
i've also noticed i get embarrassed or flustered really easily. because of this, i tend to blush.. a lot. really, any little thing can make me blush. whether it's a small compliment, or a statement. if you're talking to me and i find you attractive, i'm blushing. if i get in trouble or get reprimanded in a group of people, my face is red. that's how i've been my whole life, and as much as i hate it, i kind of like it. maybe that's just me coming to terms with myself.
i'm unsure as to why, but i submit to just about anything people throw at me. if you're making fun of me, i just listen and stare at the ground, soaking it all up. if you're hitting me, i most likely won't hit you back because that's not the kind of person i am. i let people do what they want, even if they're just playing with me or toying with my emotions. i'm practically a doormat, people walk all over me... and i let them.
throughout everything that has ever happened to me, though, i try to stay on the bright side of things. if i stew over the bad things that seem to surround me, i won't get anywhere in life. if i just look to the things and people i love then maybe one day i'll be truly happy.
so let me start off by saying that i have a younger sister named kalyn. she just so happens to be my twin sister and i love her to death and would do anything in my power to protect her, so when our mother died and our father turned into a drunk i knew that i had to be there for her no matter what. however, she hates me. back then, our dad did bad things to her, and he would lock me in my room so i couldn't help her, then told her i didn't care... it makes me sad, but she needs me either way.
it wasn't long later when my father walked in on my friend, rory, and i kissing in my room. i didn't think it was a big deal, but apparently my dad did. i don't think i've ever been that terrified in my whole life. i let my dad beat me into the closet. not literally into the closet, but you know how gay people "come out of the closet"? that was what i was not ready to do, but i can't help it. i guess i like who i like, but after that i tried to pass myself off as a heterosexual male throughout highschool. i've sort of given it up now that i'm out of my dad's clutches but it was pretty scary..
i forgot to mention that when i was in middle school i got to skip a grade while kalyn stayed back in the grade we were supposed to be. i heard that college is supposed to get easier and people get more accepting, however that isn't exactly the truth. most people just ignore me except the people that hate me, but attention from them isn't exactly wanted. i hope things get better for me
hey so, my name is alias and i'm age. i live in the time zone time zone and play names of other characters as well. here's some of my work.
mason couldn't believe that noah was actually complaining right now. he did this to him all the time and the first time it happened to him and he was fucking whining like a little bitch. he rolled his eyes at the loud groan and the "fuck you" that followed soon after. a grin slid across his lips as he thought of a simple yet effective come back, but he didn't know if he should sat it. noah was already in a piss poor mood, so contributing to it probably wouldn't make things any better at all, but he really didn't care right now. noah made comments like that to him all the time and he could finally use it. "i already did."
mason frowned at his next murmured words. he had to get out of his god damn bed, NOW, or he would explode and literally pull him out of it and leave him on the floor, but again, he decided that maybe he should re-think the idea. he had done it before, but it just seemed cruel right now. he was bitchy and in pain which was only one small difference from normal. he almost felt like he was being too nice to his friend. he had never acted like this toward him before. they'd always just been buds. they drank together, partied together, and obviously occasionally slept together. now, mason was cooking for him and letting him sleep in his bed. was there something wrong with him? he rolled his eyes at the next comment, not given enough time to reply to the first. he honestly couldn't believe noah.
"it's not like you've never seen it before," he smirked a little. "you know as well as i do that you like it." he was only half joking. truth be told, mason was a little conceited (or a lot) but noah was no different. he was sure noah would've said something similar to him. mason loved his dick and assumed that everyone else did too. he was well endowed, blessed with a larger than average sized penis, but so was noah. they were almost literally the same person. whether that was just because they had grown on each other and had, in turn, inherited the others habits or because they were just similar. that was probably the biggest reason they actually got along. if mason hadn't been like noah he wouldn't have gotten in a fight with him all those years ago. it still surprised him that they actually got along because they had personalities that seemed like they would severely clash.
he rolled his eyes as the bed situation cam back into the conversation. mason decided on the spot that noah didn't have to get off his bed, simply scoot over and make room for him. "don't be so butt hurt about breakfast. you have enough to be sore about, especially since i made you some, fucker." the words left his mouth without even thinking about them. he knew noah wouldn't be eager to share his bed or make breakfast for both of them and most likely would've reacted the same way that he had. they had a different way of showing their closeness, and that wasn't just sex. they were practically brothers.. except brothers didn't have sex together. "so how about you scoot the fuck over and we can eat breakfast together, ass hole." he set his plate down mid sentence and pushed his friend over so he was sitting pretty much at the wall. "jesus."
mason frowned at his next murmured words. he had to get out of his god damn bed, NOW, or he would explode and literally pull him out of it and leave him on the floor, but again, he decided that maybe he should re-think the idea. he had done it before, but it just seemed cruel right now. he was bitchy and in pain which was only one small difference from normal. he almost felt like he was being too nice to his friend. he had never acted like this toward him before. they'd always just been buds. they drank together, partied together, and obviously occasionally slept together. now, mason was cooking for him and letting him sleep in his bed. was there something wrong with him? he rolled his eyes at the next comment, not given enough time to reply to the first. he honestly couldn't believe noah.
"it's not like you've never seen it before," he smirked a little. "you know as well as i do that you like it." he was only half joking. truth be told, mason was a little conceited (or a lot) but noah was no different. he was sure noah would've said something similar to him. mason loved his dick and assumed that everyone else did too. he was well endowed, blessed with a larger than average sized penis, but so was noah. they were almost literally the same person. whether that was just because they had grown on each other and had, in turn, inherited the others habits or because they were just similar. that was probably the biggest reason they actually got along. if mason hadn't been like noah he wouldn't have gotten in a fight with him all those years ago. it still surprised him that they actually got along because they had personalities that seemed like they would severely clash.
he rolled his eyes as the bed situation cam back into the conversation. mason decided on the spot that noah didn't have to get off his bed, simply scoot over and make room for him. "don't be so butt hurt about breakfast. you have enough to be sore about, especially since i made you some, fucker." the words left his mouth without even thinking about them. he knew noah wouldn't be eager to share his bed or make breakfast for both of them and most likely would've reacted the same way that he had. they had a different way of showing their closeness, and that wasn't just sex. they were practically brothers.. except brothers didn't have sex together. "so how about you scoot the fuck over and we can eat breakfast together, ass hole." he set his plate down mid sentence and pushed his friend over so he was sitting pretty much at the wall. "jesus."