brb killing my writers block

"I'll see you in the future when we're older and we are full of stories to be told. Cross my heart and hope to die, I'll see you with laughter lines. RP account

[martyturner-deactivated20140814]

I don’t know, I usually don’t share my personal love stories with my uncles.

[teddytwiggswyr]

My uncle obviously doesn't know that part. It is not the type of thing to add on the gift card.

[teddytwiggswyr]

Muse Huntings (4) - Rex and Teddy

There is one question that runs through Teddy Twiggs’ daily life with most of the people he encounters and that is this: How do I tell you that I’m using you for something I love more than you? In the few years his true love had actually become a love for everybody, Teddy could safely tell you that there is no answer. Unless you have reckless amounts of courage or zero levels of consideration, there is no way to tell somebody that a friendship stretches no further than the success of your career. So he keeps it to himself.

Walking into Del La Luxe had never been a problem for Teddy in the past. Not because he was the next big up and coming socialite and partying was his life but just because he never had any reason to feel uncomfortable. Everybody went to Del La Luxe and even turning up alone wasn't an excuse to feel weird because there would always be somebody you at least vaguely recognize, especially if you were one of the lucky VIP people as Teddy was. Stuffing his hands into his black bomber jacket, Teddy side stepped his way through bodies and sat at the bar taking in the scene around him. More so, looking for his next muse: Rex Salah.

That was why Teddy felt uncomfortable, awkward, weird and creepy all at the same time. He had seen on Twitter somewhere that Rex was planning to hang out with some other guys at the almost flagship club for any celebrity and Teddy being Teddy took that as his invitation to get to work. So far he had the "wild best friend" aka Miles Byrne, he had the "girl who would end up falling head-over-hills in love because she wears her heart on her sleeve" aka Violet Mackintosh, the "ever loyal, every supportive best friend" aka Daisy Thibault and finally "the dream, prize girl" aka Marty Turner. It was all set out almost. He was just looking for his finishing touch and that touch was Rex aka "the idiot bad boy". Teddy did not really want to spend any amount of time in his life jotting down ideas on how he could bring Rex to life through something he loved more than anything. But, after his last published success, if Teddy wanted a realistic sequel he knew the curly haired boy would have to be in there somewhere.

"No," Teddy said, his expression was more polite than his tone of voice when he rejected a free drink slid over to him by the tuxxed man on the other side of the bar. Teddy did like to drink, not excessively but being tipsy definitely wasn't a feeling he hated. However, work was at the center of his focus and when he spotted the guy he had been looking for all night finally entering the VIP area, he kept his position. He didn't want to approach him too soon knowing that that would look sketchy. So, Teddy spun back round to the man behind the bar and requested to have the drink after all. He took his time with it and every now and then plucked up the courage to look over his shoulder and track where Rex was in the dark and enclosed area. Before he made any kind of greeting, he wanted to map out how the evening would go in his head...

Hopefully Rex would be cold when Teddy approached so that it set the cool and drool vibe, Teddy being the drool character. Maybe he would witness him speaking rudely about somebody? It wouldn't be Marty obviously, but fan-fiction readers did not know that. "Details..." Teddy muttered to himself, dismissing the thought of how wrong it would be to write up a story where Rex bad-mouthed Marty seeing as they both had some clue as to what Teddy actually based his stories around. The blonde couldn't tease himself with scenario any longer and the feeling of both curiosity and nerves forced him over to where Rex was situated. "Hey buddy," he said, patting him on the back the way any good friends would.

[teddytwiggswyr]

Muse Huntings (3) - Daisy and Teddy

There is one question that runs through Teddy Twiggs’ daily life with most of the people he encounters and that is this: How do I tell you that I’m using you for something I love more than you? In the few years his true love had actually become a love for everybody, Teddy could safely tell you that there is no answer. Unless you have reckless amounts of courage or zero levels of consideration, there is no way to tell somebody that a friendship stretches no further than the success of your career. So he keeps it to himself.

Teddy looked down at his unkept journal and centered his eyebrows. It never usually took him this long, thinking of such a present yet supporting character. He had basically ticked off everybody that had come to mind first, almost deciding on somebody who would make a good muse but then backing out last second feeling as though he could find someone better. Maybe the feeling of obnoxiousness was clogging up the thought paths in his brain and acting as a writers block because even though he had not been in the company of anybody for a good hour or said a word since sitting down in the Starbucks that sat on the corner of where two roads met, he felt more obnoxious than ever. A struggling writer sat in a cafe, could it get any more cinematic? Even though every stranger that passed him had probably never seen him before, at least not in the flesh, Teddy silently promised them that his scene was a whole movie opening that they had probably seen one thousand times before.

A frustrated sigh came from his lips when he yet again scrolled his Twitter feed to find nobody saying the sort of things that inspired him for this character of his. Everybody was either trying too hard to be funny or trying too hard to make it look like they were not trying at all. Nobody was keeping it simple and that is exactly what he needed: simplicity. He was about to abandon his half drunk coffee and go for a walk around Los Angeles when half way through rising he spotted somebody familiar by the shops counter. A stronger word than "familiar" was needed when he thought about it. The blonde that he had caught sight of was almost everywhere he or anybody else turned. It was Daisy Thibault aka Americas Sweetheart. Teddy found himself wondering if there was an unoriginal, romantically-frustrated film director hiding somewhere in the area because he was almost certain that somebody must have sent the actress in as a sick joke on him. She fit everything he needed perfectly. Daisy was pretty, reserved, classy and seemed to be able to bite her tongue and rise above opinions different to her own which made her seem impossible to fall out with.

Daisy Thibault was the muse he was looking for, for his protagonists second best friend. He already had Miles but he needed somebody to balance out the crazy scale. He learned that from one of the most successful sagas of all time including three best friends: Harry Potter. Harry had Ron and Hermione. Ron was the whacky one who had a habit of acting before thinking, in Teddy's story, that was Miles. Hermione was more reserved and thought before acting which was why she tended to hold an air of class and that is exactly what Teddy saw in Daisy too. If that heart winning smile didn't inspire him for the idealized best friend then he had no clue what would.

The end of his frustration excited him to the extreme. As soon as he saw Daisy sit down at a coffee table just a few away from his own, he abandoned his seat bringing his coffee with him and approached her. "Mind if I sit?" he smiled, already sitting anyway. Just looking at the pretty face in front of him was giving him fresh waves of ideas and character quirks. It was not really a problem if Daisy didn't want Teddy's company because he was pretty sure he would be done with this character development session in no time. "Nice choice," he said and gestured towards Daisy's drink. "How are you?"

[teddytwiggswyr]

Muse Huntings (2) - Violet and Teddy

There is one question that runs through Teddy Twiggs’ daily life with most of the people he encounters and that is this: How do I tell you that I’m using you for something I love more than you? In the few years his true love had actually become a love for everybody, Teddy could safely tell you that there is no answer. Unless you have reckless amounts of courage or zero levels of consideration, there is no way to tell somebody that a friendship stretches no further than the success of your career. So he keeps it to himself.

"Do you surf?" Teddy found himself asking the most obvious Fame Houser you would opt to take to the beach. Turning his head to the right slightly, he took a good look at the colourful haired girl next to him and felt more guilt than he had ever done before when carrying out this procedure of his that had become second nature. The amount of times he had spoken to Violet Mackintosh were very little but in that space of time, he already worked out where the girl would singer in his latest fanfiction. She would sit next to Marty but instead of being the girl who got the guy, she would be that one girl with mascara rivers down her cheeks when the lights came up after the school disco. Piecing together the rumours he'd heard about his current company and trying to match them with the puzzlingly vibrant way she acted, it seemed only right to have her be realities answer a Disney Princess failing to survive with romance in the real world but not realizing it.

Teddy could have just came to that conclusion in his bedroom and wrote Violet into his story there and then, but just like with every other muse he had ever had, he wanted to live with that character and experience the things they made other characters feel. In Violets case that was bursts of happy and playfulness alongside love and admiration, but at the same time, in the most professional way possible, he wanted to see her cry or go in on herself. Every overly ditzy or happy character had that ending in the tragic-realism stories and that is how he wanted this one to go too, even if it was horribly wrong of him. He wasn't going to make her cry though, of course, he just wanted to see if he could get something that wasn't full of positivity and pep out of her.

The beach was busy which was slightly frustrating. It left restricted time for conversation and Teddy found that he would often fall behind Violet as they dodged other beach-goers and the many, many sandcastles that barely stood their ground on the shore. She would dance on, often diverting to walk in the shallows of the sea with shoes in hand, while he remained walking along the same path unless a small child or hairy man sunbathing caused him to do otherwise.

"Look, we can sit up here," Teddy said, just about managing to grab the girls arm and turn her in the direction of an old harbour where a few men  with their sons were fishing. "I'm too hot to keep walking," he admitted, relieved that they wouldn't have to walk any further for a while. "Are you always this full of...bounce?" he frowned but also smiled, not wanting her to think that it was some kind of insult to her natural mannerisms.

[teddytwiggswyr]

Muse Huntings (1) - Miles and Teddy

There is one question that runs through Teddy Twiggs' daily life with most of the people he encounters and that is this: How do I tell you that I'm using you for something I love more than you? In the few years his true love had actually become a love for everybody, Teddy could safely tell you that there is no answer. Unless you have reckless amounts of courage or zero levels of consideration, there is no way to tell somebody that a friendship stretches no further than the success of your career. So he keeps it to himself.

The Fame House building wasn't exactly the place Teddy had in mind when he'd boldly text no one other than the Three's A Crowd rebel himself, Miles Byrne. He assumed they'd be high-jacking a car or crashing a random house party full of not-so-famous people, not what was essentially going to work. It felt like the equivalent to finally getting to hang out with the class clown or 'the cool kid' in school and being taken to a library as some kind of mocking joke. However, Teddy wasn't going to complain. All he had asked was for Miles to cure his boredom if he was free and the dark haired boy had automatically text back with a time, location and specific place to meet: at the front gates of the building. Not very original so far.

The estranged set-up had already got the clogs that Teddy had always imagined to literally exist in his head turning. Why would Miles Byrne, the notorious troublemaker, want to be so close to where the authority were usually based when he didn't have to be? Was he trying to make a statement, showing eveybody that he wasn't scared of Marc or Alexis the way most people seemed to be? Or, was it the opposite? Maybe, just maybe, underneath all of the pranks, sarcastic comebacks and rude comments, Miles craved rules and order. Maybe without it he was lost and his persistent uncivilized actions that always landed him back in Marcs' office were really a scheme to test if he still had his safety net underneath him. That is what Teddy had convinced himself Miles was all about anyway. He liked his theory. It was interesting.

Despite the dark sheet above him that sheltered his city, Teddy had decided to walk to The Fame House building taking with him nothing but his phone and door keys. Walking always worked best for him because it gave him time to structure what it was he was looking for. From the moment he shut his front door and left the Saint Lovelles apartments, he was the neutral character in all of his stories that invited his readers to meet all of these weird and wonderful personalities. This time, he was traipsing under orange street lights which kind of reminded him of search lights on helicopters when they're looking for a newly escaped and dangerous criminal. This time though, they were frozen. They weren't searching for anybody and instead assisted Teddy through numerous streets until he reached his destination.

"Miles," he called to the figure a few meters away from him. He wouldn't have said anything if he hadn't been sure of the persons identity but there was nobody else around and the recognizable sports car had given him away anyway. Once Teddy closed the proximity between the two of them, he glanced from his acquaintances face to The Fame House building. "I had no idea that helping Marc do some late night filing would be your idea of fun," he chuckled keeping his feet anchored to the ground until he was given reason to move.

[lolita-sawyer]

Okay, so I may or may not have accidentally crashed a dance recital today and all of these kids may or may not have made me feel like a failure in life. Is it too late to stop the whole singing thing and become a ballerina? I think I move pretty well.

[teddytwiggswyr]

I'm going to hope that their supervisor was good humoured. That could have taken a horrible turn. A grown woman bursting into a room of kids.

[rexsalah]

Eh, not especially. But it gave me something to do for a few months.

[teddytwiggswyr]

Do something spontaneous again and you will be fine for another few months. It will be 2015 before you know it.

[goddessisms-blog]

Well I’d like to get back to my bedroom, maybe the kitchen, possibly the bathroom so I don’t pee myself if something pops out. And I do, I found that out yesterday, I met the lion. Super jealous yet?

[teddytwiggswyr]

What room did you end up in if it wasn't any of those ones? The lion. He's not just a lion, he's Aslan. I would be extremely jealous if you were being honest.

[goddessisms-blog]

I think I’ve gotten lost in my own house at least 5 times now. I thought it was supposed to be nice not filled with the worries of trying to find my way back.

[teddytwiggswyr]

If you are lost in your house, you are still home so where are you finding your way back to? Unless you have the Narnia wardrobe. I'm jealous if so.

[rexsalah]

No, but he acted like it. Probably because of that time I set his hamster free or whatever. But, no, evil brothers and evil dogs weren’t the reason I moved out. Boredom was, I guess.

[teddytwiggswyr]

Did moving out supply the adventure to cure your boredom?

[rexsalah]

Dogs are dumb. We had three at one point and they all used to hate me because my brother trained them to growl whenever I walked across the landing. I’m surprised they didn’t bite me and I got, like, ultra-rabies-flu disease. Or something.

I was the dork of the family, I had cats and chickens.

[teddytwiggswyr]

Did he hate you? My Mum was allergic to dogs but nobody cared so we went along and got one anyway. However, is it right of me to presume that the ultra-rabies-flu dogs weren't the deciding factor of you moving out?

[rexsalah]

I’m struggling to remember why I ever moved out of my mum’s house right now.

[teddytwiggswyr]

I remember why I did. My mum left Real Estate brochures conveniently in my room for four weeks on the trot. My sister got the fridge magnet treatment, the letters were arranged to spell: "Get ot" because our dog ate the U.

[lolita-sawyer]

I’d have to disagree with that solely because I wouldn’t pass that test. I’ve gotten yelled at too many times for my comments on YouTube and I’m surprised I still have any internet connection at all. 

[teddytwiggswyr]

Do you troll or something?

[umpiper]

So… You started your day planning to buy something and you’ve ended it with a girlfriend in a place you’ve never visited before. That must’ve been unexpected. The fangirls will be heartbroken, let them down gently.

[teddytwiggswyr]

Apparently. I think I should learn her name first before I even think about the fans, it might make the story seem a little bit unbelievable. The next thing on my googling list in Peru names for girls.

[lolita-sawyer]

That’d actually be a good idea if you think about it. I’d pay for a self-esteem boost, but nope, it seems like half of the internet hates me. 

[teddytwiggswyr]

The internet is amazing, don't villianize the internet. Blame the humans who are given access to it. I think there should be an idiot test before you're allowed to buy a computer with internet connection.

[ewvioletmackintosh]

Swings are the closest things we have to flying, you can’t just abandon them. 

[teddytwiggswyr]

Planes are foreign to you, then?

[lolita-sawyer]

That has to be a first, no joke. I’m actually a little jealous right now and that doesn’t happen very often.

[teddytwiggswyr]

I actually pay Google to block anything negative that gets tagged with Teddy or Theodore Twiggs. Do you not get good results?