dj-double-h replied to your post: creamodreamo: Hey anyone wanna do tha...
Sure: Holt and Heath, or Heath and Holt. >:P
wow i rly can't choose it all seems so good

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dj-double-h replied to your post: creamodreamo: Hey anyone wanna do tha...
Sure: Holt and Heath, or Heath and Holt. >:P
wow i rly can't choose it all seems so good
dj-double-h replied to your post: “I hate Jackson Jekyll I hope he explodes.”:
You still love me though, right?
YES YOU'RE perfect YOU I love you're ok
So I can't have Jackson explode gd it
This is just a head's up in case you didn't see what Heath posted a couple days ago - or weeks ago or however long ago it was - but my balls have been allll over the inside of your shirt. Yeah.
B-But... This is my favourite shirt…
Jackson rushed to the changing rooms in record time, fumbling in his locker for his casketball uniform so he could switch outfits for the rally. Most of the rest of the team were there and ready to go, but there was still fifteen minutes or so before they'd have to head out.
Hiking his sweater vest over his head and unbuttoning his shirt as the adrenaline of cannonballing from the science to the sports block wore off, Jackson began to become aware of a dull ache - like a headache, localised to the right side of his skull. Once he'd gotten his shirt off he frowned and brushed cool pale fingers over his temple, trying to soothe away the pain.
He didn't recall hitting his head, but maybe the stress of the day was getting to him. Jackson shrugged and decided to shake it off until after the rally, accepting a gulp from Deuce's water bottle when it was offered on the grounds of "Dude, you don't look so good."
The team was ready to go when the bell buzzed for the event to get started and they filed out, Manny Taur letting Jackson take less than ten steps before grabbing the back of his uniform shirt and hauling him up onto his shoulder. Jackson didn't even complain, the pain in his temple was getting more and more irritating with every step they took away from the main school and it was hard to concentrate.
Gosh, that's right, it is Deuce's evening. I can't believe I forgot; I don't get invited to things like that very often unless it's just to make sure you're there.
I don't see a problem with that system, I guess. Just don't make it so I'm there for two minutes then suddenly wake up back at home eight hours later. If I go then I actually want to go.
Oh, wow, this is really accurate.
Don't be offended if you aren't up there - I really like all of you, but you're probably one of the people I follow from a distance because you're too cool for me to know what to say.
All of the musical goodness I've been posting on my page, all in one place.
Enjoy :)