BRODIEB

"All human beings search for either reasons to be good, or excuses to be bad."

[cariadona]

[little-steiner]

Ugh, I hate how my hair looks today. Are you sure you think it’s fine? I don’t feel good about it at all.

[brodie-b]

“Oh, come on girl, you know you look fine.” He teased, as he shot her a playful grin. “Better than mine, anyways. Feel free to make mine look as good as yours looks.”

[runawaytopromo-deactivated20170]

His hope for the other walking by was killed when he saw him, or more like saw his shoes; he was still refusing to look up. When he began speaking, he looked up a little to see if he knew the other. Recognising him slightly, he didn’t properly know who he was so he lowered his gaze again and answered.

“No. No one’s doing this to me.” His reply was quiet as he shook his head, only glancing up at the other male briefly before setting his gaze downwards again. “Even if they were, i don’t need someone else to sort out my problems. I can do that myself.”

[brodie-b]

Of course, the person’s avoidance of the whole thing only made Brodie more curious, more suspicious even, as he instead decided to take a seat beside him on the bench. Brodie wasn’t one to worry about right or wrongs, comfort levels, anything like that, so he didn’t even bother to think if the person wanted him to leave or not. Tilting his head to gaze at him, Brodie furrowed his eyebrows, before leaning back against the bench and shrugging.

“I mean, judging by your face.. It looks like you aren’t handling it so well yourself.” He simply commented, and it would have been a cocky comment if not for Brodie’s concerned appearance. He looked younger than him, and frailer.. Cute, even. “Hey, tell me what happened.”

[brodie-b]

Boys Are From Jupiter

[nineteen94]

the last three days seemed to be years and surly it was one hell of a hard time to endure, her days seemed monochromic and dull without the locks of blonde hair in her life, leading her through the worst time of her life. but on the bright side she now knows how those days are not the worst, and it was the days she is enduring now that counts. 

he would never know how many times the girl picked up the phone to call him, simply wanting to hear his voice. or how many times she passes by him, seeing him perfectly fine is the only thing she wanted, and most importantly, how many times having to control herself with all her might from talking to him. 

this has been the third day and counting, she would die for this to end and all she is waiting for was for him to start a conversation again. as the proud self wont allow herself to admit defeat even if it was merely a war between the girl herself. “brodie–” she turns around searching for the familiar body almost too quickly after hearing his seemingly distant calls, though still clenching hands into fists reminding herself of the initial reasons of ignoring him at the first place.

[brodie-b]

It wasn’t long before he had caught up to her, kicking up his skateboard once he did, instead holding onto it and ignoring whatever angry teacher had yelled after him to get off. But, his hand was now on her shoulder to make sure she didn’t go anywhere, a surprisingly concerned look on his face. “Mika--” He started, almost out of breath, before deciding to take her hand instead, leading her off to somewhere other than the busy halls.

He had wanted to see her for what felt like ages, he wanted to talk to her, his cellphone felt so lonely without her. The last thing she said felt.. So not like her. It wasn’t even details of her day or any playful banter, just good night, and her phone was off. Leading her to the third floor, he brought her to one of the quiet hallways, releasing her hand to simply lock her into a corner instead, his arms placed on the wall on each side of her. “What’s going on?” He questioned, before realizing his tone was probably harsh, taking a moment to clear his throat.

“..Are you okay? Why are you avoiding me?” 

[mypugobsession]

[brodie-b]

Prissy Sissy

It had been a while since Brodie had been by to bother his dearest oldest sister, but, he had just finished taking Cheska out for a joy-ride on his skateboard. He was determined to teach her to be on it, and she had finally mastered balancing on it, so at least that was a good part in his life. But it wasn’t long before he received a text to bring her back, as he had her in his backpack, her head sticking out, as he skateboarded to the guest house on their lot. He understood why his sister preferred the guest house to the main house - it was a pretty good size, and she didn’t have to deal with the constant drama going on in the main house. 

He rang the door bell, although he knew her balcony window was always open. “SU-MI-RE!!” He yelled out, Cheska joining in on his yelling by barking. “SUUUUU-MIIII-REEEEEEEEEEEEE!!” He continued yelling out, now causing a scene between his yelling and Cheska’s excited barking from his backpack, just waiting for her to come and yell at him back with a grin.

[haewonhm]

It felt like Jasper had been standing in the cafe forever. In reality it had probably only been 5 minutes, but already his patience was wearing thin and he wanted his coffee. He checked his watch, foot beginning to tap against the floor. With a heavy sigh he looked up again, glaring at the person in front of him before turning his eyes to the employee behind the counter.

Jasper picked up his phone when it rang, not surprised to see the caller ID list his boss at the station. “Yeah, I know I’m late,” he said as he answered the call, not even giving the older man a chance to lecture him. He gave a few more grumbled acknowledgements before hanging up, his patience finally at it’s end. He came up beside the customer in front of him, slamming a couple of bills down on the counter beside them.

“Look, if you just hurry up and make a decision I’ll buy it for you. So let’s go,” he insisted impatiently, nudging the money toward the employee while staring expectantly at the other customer.

[brodie-b]

Honestly, Brodie knew what he wanted, he was just being an ass to the cashier. She was a brat at his school, and sometimes, he just liked enjoying making her day a bit harder. It had been quite a while, maybe about 10 minutes, but in customer service time, that was forever. “Ah, well, maybe this..?” He would ask, shooting teasing looks at the girl, who was now visibly frustrated with him but couldn’t speak out due to her boss being right there. After seeing the first person in line after him left, he was about to finally place the order until the person’s voice after that chimed in. Paying for it? Awesome.

“Caramel mocha frappucino, no espresso, that shit is rank.” He finally said, a smirk on his face as he stepped aside, motioning for the other to order with a grin on his face. “Thanks, man!”

[runawaytopromo-deactivated20170]

Hood up and head down, Cali sat quietly alone on the bench of a park not far from his house. He should’ve been at school and he knew that, but after the incident at the party, human interaction hadn’t been the easiest thing for him to do. So instead he’d left the house making it seem like he were going to school - he’d get hell if he’d stayed home - and diverted to where he was now. 

Hearing someone appraching, he took out a book he kept in his school bag, pretending to be intrested in that and hoping they’d pass by quickly; the last thing he needed was to get scolded for skipping. Or for someone to see him like this in general.

[brodie-b]

Brodie briefly noticed this kid from school. He never really paid attention, as he was always pretty busy with his own crowd - the loud, popular, rambuctious kids, so it was no surprise. But, he was surprised to see him skipping, he never knew he wasn’t a good kid. Although - his face was a different matter that was hard to ignore.

“Hey, kid, is someone doing this to you?” He asked, rather bluntly, not even thinking that the other boy wouldn’t know him, and instead skipping straight to the question. “I can set them straight, ya know. If you need it.”

[modellovepersonal]

[brodie-b]

BRODIE BUCHANEN : moodboard

[awesome-pugs]

[nineteen94]

[text: MikaPika] Electric mouse of my life. [text: MikaPika] Are you hurt?

( sms ↬ bruh-die ) no brodie i am not hurt at all— why would you have that thought, oh right why did i think you would really care enough to notice anyways……..too busy fooling around with others to notice me already? getting tired of me already? yes i am hurt brodie if thats what you mean…. how oblivious can you be…….. oh god only boys would be so stupid…..*message deleted*

( sms ↬ bruh-die ) i like you…….  ugh...*message deleted*

( message read at 17:59pm )

[brodie-b]

(This was at least the third time this has happened to him so far, and even his own texts were getting fewer and less between. But, it had already been so long, and without Mika, time seemed so slow and boring. He just sighed as he seen the familiar time card with the familiar ‘message read,’ but no response. The typing que always came up, though, so at least she tried to say something. But what?) (20:02pm) [text: MikaPika] Good night, I guess?

[inhwhy]

{ ` why did boys always do that? just assume that just because she was a girl that she couldn’t take them in a fight—because unbeknownst to most people, swimmers were fucking ripped. savannah could probably even bench press the kid in front of her if she was wanted to. which she didn’t. at all. } —— { ` she doesn’t even bother retorting, just deadpanned at him as she remained stoic and silent while mentally looking down on him. it was funny, really, seeing him trying to intimidate her like that. }

[brodie-b]

(The silence had caused Brodie to take a moment and think about the situation at hand. Sure, his anger always got the better of him, but it’s not like anger would get the situation any better. So instead, with furrowed eyebrows, he simply stood out of the way, letting her win.) Here you go, tiny madam. If you keep such a bitchy face on, you’ll get wrinkles. (Gives her a nod, motioning for her to pass by.) And we can’t have that, can we?

[everything-evan]

[evantpetersdaily]

[brodie-b]

I want to get, I think everybody wants to get, to that same level like Brad Pitt and Johnny Depp. So like, in terms of path, you know, there’s so much work to do. I’m happy but I’m not relaxed.

[brodie-b]

svnnhch:

{ ` savannah didn’t even bother replying to him. instead, she just clenched her jaw as he had the audacity to step in front of her. } —— { ` her eyes held an icy stare as she glared up at him, challenging his movement by standing her own ground with a look that could literally kill. } bad idea.

(Brodie was never really one to take cues, be it social or anything. So when someone is defiant to him, he tends to just spark up even more. A dangerous trait, really.) Bad idea? (asks almost mockingly, eyes wide as he glances down at the tiny girl.) It seems you don’t quite understand reality, little miss, it’s much more of a bad idea to be in my way. 

[brodie-b]

Boys Are From Jupiter

Brodie wasn’t smart. Brodie wasn’t observant. Hell, Brodie was sort of slow at times, especially when it came to girls. To him, girls were more like.. Dudes he had to be more careful with, or puppies that you feed and they get happy with you. Never did he expect to actually want to pay attention to a girl more than that.

And, of course, when he began to show interest, suddenly she vanishes from the face of the earth. Well, not really, they went to the same school. But tracking her down had been pretty difficult. She had been ignoring his texts for a while, about 3 days, which for them was probably a good full earth rotation. Didn’t pick up her phone, and even at lunch she was nowhere to be found. Who was feeding her? He always bought her lunch, so was she starving?

But, this was his chance as he could see her familiar flowing hair in the distance. Those beautiful brown blonde locks. “MIKA!” He called out, attempting to wave her down, but the way she glanced back for a moment than proceeded to rush off was more than enough for him to know she was avoiding him. “What the hell, Mika,” he muttered to himself as he laid his skateboard flat, proceeded to simply just skateboard down the school corridor hall to catch up to her.