teenage wasteland

Let's get one thing straight, I'm not, which, you know, is sort of obvious considering I attend a school especially for gay kids. I'm also fucking awesome and one of the best people you will ever meet. I wanna make friends here, so talk to me and invite me to all of your parties. I will bring my own beer. I also love sex.

[aaronellisonz-blog]

Wow, things have been quiet lately.

Party soon. Can I get a general consensus on whether or not this is a good idea?

[aaronellisonz-blog]

What's up?

[heathmarlowe-deactivated2013072]

Nothing much, mate. How about you?

[aaronellisonz-blog]

Heath, right? Nothin' really. I've been pretty bored.

[aaronellisonz-blog]

What's up?

[alyways]

[vitto-kinney-blog]

Pretty in Drink | Aaron and Vitto

[vitto-kinney-blog]

Vitto just lay there as Aaron rushed to shower. He was unmotivated to do anything. And his muscles hurt. He changed channels on the tv as he waited although he found nothing he liked. When the other boy came back, he switched the tv off to give Aaron his full attention. “Too tired to move? What have you been doing all day?” He slid his legs off the bed and turned over onto his belly to look under the bed. Sure enough there were two bottles of the clear liquid there. He shoved his hand at them and then got up onto the bed next to Aaron.

“We gonna drink it straight from the bottle or do you have anything we can mix them with?” He really didn’t mind either way. Although he’d probably get much drunker quicker if it was drunk straight. He passed one of the bottles to Aaron and took the lid off of his to get a whiff. It always smelled the same. Just like rubbing alcohol. But if potatoes made this, then it had to be one of his favorites. And it was. He took a swig of it and kept it in his mouth, taking in the familiar taste. “Mmm,” he said and finally swallowed. He still wasn’t completely used to it and cringed just slightly.

[aaronellisonz-blog]

Aaron yawned. "Skiing for a few hours. And I didn't have much sleep last night so I'm just kinda warn out, nothing a little vodka can't fix though." Aaron brought the bottle to his lips and paused before drinking any. "I'm gonna drink it straight, there's coke in the fridge, though," he pointed to it, and took a drink of the vodka, sort of enjoying the burning sensation it left in his throat. Aaron noticed Vitto cringe slightly at the taste, and he refrained from making a joke at the other boys expense. Aaron had been drinking since he was twelve years old, so now he could down vodka like other people downed soda. 

He put the vodka on the bedside table and lay down again, staring up at the patterns in the ceiling. "So, have you been skiing yet? Do you want to? It's not hard once you get the hang of it," he told him, for the purpose of generating conversation with this boy he barely knew, but he knew once he was drunk the conversation would begin to flow, it always did. Still laying down, he felt around on the bedside table for the glass bottle again, and took a drink while still on his back, ending up with the stuff all around his mouth. He wiped it with his sleeve and propped himself up on his elbows, smiling at Vitto.

[vitto-kinney-blog]

Pretty in Drink | Aaron and Vitto

He missed the warmth of his bed and the familiar city of Long Beach, even if the past few weeks the weather had been on the cool side. He’d already gone exploring everywhere he could on the resort. He’d done everything except go up the ski lift to ski. He was too chicken shit to even try. He’d been waiting for someone to convince him to go or to ask him to go with them but so far no one had done so and he’d been using up most of his time to work out at the gym, eat in the cafeteria, and watch tv in the room.

It was weird to room with three other guys, especially when one of them was his exboyfriend but he didn’t mind it because they all eventually left the room and he was on his own. Still, it got lonely. He’d played enough with the snow and started his share of snowball fights, but sooner or later it got too cold for him and he headed inside. He didn’t have proper snow boots so his shoes always got wet. He had to put them in the drier almost every day to keep them from stinking up the place.

But now he had a good reason to stay in his room and he’d actually get to know one of his roommates better. He didn’t know much about Aaron except what he heard which is that he liked to sleep around with a lot of guys. Which was just fine with Vitto. He needed more slutty friends to make up for his drought. The teen lay on the floor upside down with his legs up on his bed, waiting for the other guy to show up. It’d been a while since he’d gotten drunk.

[aaronellisonz-blog]

So far today, Aaron had been skiing (and realized he could actually ski pretty well) with a couple of kids from his English class, got one cute male cheerleaders' number, and now he was going to drink with Vitto, a cool sophomore he was rooming with. He was loving Waxler and all the... opportunities it provided him with. From cheap ski trips to hot guys to being able to finally be himself. This school was like paradise, and as different as it was, and as much as he missed the heat, he was enjoying this ski trip quite a lot.

Aaron was soaking wet and freezing cold after the skiing and goofing around in the snow, so when he made it back to his hotel room, he instantly went in to their bathroom with fresh clothes and a towell. "I'll be three seconds!" he told Vitto. After a warm, steamy shower to warm him up, Aaron changed in to an old t-shirt and a pair of sweatpants, water still dripping from the tips of his hair. Aaron yawned and lay down on the bed the other boy was leaning his legs on. "The two bottles of vodka I smuggled with me is under the bed. I'd get it myself but I'm too tired to move," he said.

He decided whatever him and Vitto ended up getting up to, it'd be fun. He seemed like an easy going, friendly guy and that was exactly the kind of friend he needed. Getting drunk seemed like a great way to spend the rest of the day, even if it was only in a hotel room with one other person. Aaron sat up and leant against the headboard of the bed, waiting for Vitto to join him with the alcohol.

[aaronellisonz-blog]

I need to get very drunk soon.

[aaronellisonz-blog]

Awesome. Just give me a time and a place, bro.

[vitto-kinney-blog]

Tonight in our room?

[aaronellisonz-blog]

Excellent.

[aaronellisonz-blog]

Hot Beverages For The Blonde Soul {Annmarie&Aaron}

[annmarie-bates-blog]

She hugged her sweater close to her body as she entered the coffee shop. It was a small little joint, and she had found out through the length of the trip that they didn’t serve very good drinks. However, it was terribly cold in the mountainous area, so she drank the beverages regardless. The coffee was watered down, the tea wasn’t strong enough and the hot chocolate didn’t have enough chocolate. So far, Annmarie had been disappointed in the lack of effort put into the drinks she had ordered. Every morning and evening since they had arrived, she had ordered something from the damned coffee shop, and it always turned out like shit. At least she had some company this time. Otherwise, she would be sitting alone, sipping off of her terrible drink and looking out the window.

[aaronellisonz-blog]

The blonde noticed Aaron right away, sitting by a window, looking completely content. She waved at him and smiled prettily before making her way towards the counter to order. The only way to make the coffee bearable was to add too much cream and sugar. That way, it was like drinking some sweet treat rather than coffee that tasted like it came from the tap.After paying, Annmarie made her way over to a station and added cream and a quarter-cup of brown sugar. After caping the damned thing, she walked over to where Aaron was and took a seat next to him. “So, how are you?” she asked, her voice peppy and girlish. 

Aaron tapped on the table to the beat of the random eighties song they were playing on the sound system when he spot Annmarie and lifted his hand in to a wave to get her attention. As she sat down, he shifted his chair, cringing at the unpleasant noise it made against the polished wooden floor, and smiled at her. "I'm pretty good, thanks, how are you?" he asked, taking a glug from his mug of watery hot chocolate and looking down at the contents, deciding this was probably that instant crap rather than actual hot chocolate with milk. Oh well, it was warming him up, so he wasn't complaining. It wasn't exactly warm in the little coffee shop either, it wasn't exactly well insulated considering it was in a ski resort and people go to get coffee or hot chocolate to warm themselves up, but the little place had rustic charm, and it was a nice place to sit with a friend. He was grateful for Annmarie's company.

"This hot chocolate tastes like ass," he put the mug down and made a face in regards to the drink at Annmarie, who judging by her body language, felt the same way about hers. "People clearly don't come here for the fine cuisine, but we shouldn't complain, I'm glad we're here even if I am fucking freezing my balls off constantly," he laughed. "How's your trip been so far? Missing the California weather?" he asked Annmarie. He knew he was. As happy as he was for the opportunity to experience skiing and being up in the mountains, he certainly wouldn't be doing it again. It was a one time thing for him. For  him it was all about beaches and summer weather.

[aaronellisonz-blog]

I need to get very drunk soon.

[alexis-styles-rp-blog]

It sounds like you could use my help. I’m the coolest, meaning I can definitely get my hands on booze.

[aaronellisonz-blog]

Fantastic. I can't wait. Just let me know when.

[aaronellisonz-blog]

I need to get very drunk soon.

[vitto-kinney-blog]

I’m sure we all will one of these days. But if you wanna get started early and want some company, I’m here.

[aaronellisonz-blog]

Awesome. Just give me a time and a place, bro.

[aaronellisonz-blog]

I need to get very drunk soon.

[aaronellisonz-blog]

Hello, mountains.

[luxdupree-blog]

You’re right, he is hot but I wouldn’t let him win because of that. Anyways, you ready to ski and/or snowboard ?

[aaronellisonz-blog]

I might attempt skiing. Or snowboarding. Whichever is easiest. Mostly, I'm just here to see how much trouble I can get in. You?

[aaronellisonz-blog]

Hot Beverages For The Blonde Soul {Annmarie&Aaron}

The journey to Mammoth Mountains had been okay, but Aaron got the shock of his life the minute he stepped off the train. Obviously he knew it'd be cold, but the Long Beach native hadn't mentally prepared himself for such temperatures. And snow. Snow everywhere. Aaron decided he wasn't a fan, but he might warm up to it after a while. He'd promised a few people he'd have a drunken snowball fight with them, so he had to. Besides, he wanted to do things he'd never tried before. That was one of the reasons he'd came to Waxler, and agreed to go on this trip in the first place.

Not long after arriving, Aaron made plans to drink hot drinks with Annmarie, a college student that had came along to help with the trip. The two blondes had spoken before and seemed to get along well, and Aaron could use some female friends, friends he wasn't intending to sleep with at some point. Aaron entered the cabin-style coffee shop, ordered a hot chocolate, and sat down near the window to wait for the girl.

[annmarie-bates-blog]

Anybody want to join me for a cup of tea?

[annmarie-bates-blog]

Joy.

My son, we shall come up with strategies to win this war while I drink tea and you, well, rule over this filthy country.

[aaronellisonz-blog]

Sounds good, mother. Meet me at the Coffee Shop?

[aaronellisonz-blog]

Hello, mountains.

[anakinmcfly]

You know she only aims for the little shits, though, right?

That’s usually how it goes.

[aaronellisonz-blog]

Good thing I'm not a little shit, then.

[aaronellisonz-blog]

Hello, mountains.

[luxdupree-blog]

I actually like Jon Snow and I’m sure he could take you down.

[aaronellisonz-blog]

Oh, I'd let him. He's hot.

[aaronellisonz-blog]

Hello, mountains.

[luxdupree-blog]

Too many Pretty Boys. I’m Lux, Lux Dupree.

I hope you know how to fight the white walkers. If not, I should teach you.

[aaronellisonz-blog]

You think I'm a Pretty Boy? Thanks!

Game of Thrones fan, huh? And totally. Jon Snow aint got nothing on me.