So maybe something cliche, maybe just some random teens doing teen things, maybe something else. I think I'm feeling something like high school party adventures, road trips junior year, teen drama, doing things that could be illegal but none of them know. Idk what exactly, it's kinda just like a weird feeling of inspiration but no ideas. Thanks The 1975 for making music that makes me feel inspired but no ideas… jeez
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Just a few things
-andrew (Our Supreme Lord and Overseer)'s rules
-LGBTQ+ is loved here
-Please try to use proper grammar, some mistakes are totally fine though
-Swearing is totally fine
-Keep it pg-13, I'm not comfortable with writing smut and that kind of thing
-No one-liners, please. It's okay at times
P.S. I would also kinda prefer this to be M/M
(Hasn't been very long but, ~bump~ I need more things to procrastinate my English assignment with lol)
(Hi! Great! Is there anything that you specifically want to do? Or a preference of anything?)
(Hmm not specifically, but I’m definitely down for MxM teenage escapades!)
(Sounds good to me lol. Do you want templates?)
(Sweet, and yes please! I’ll probably have to fill mine out tomorrow)
(Yeah, me too. I'll get that up though.)
Name:
Gender, pronouns:
Age:
Sexuality:
Appearance:
Personality:
Clothing/style:
Other:
Name: Isaac “Ike” Scott
Gender, pronouns: Male, He/him
Age: 16, a few months shy of 17
Sexuality: He’s never been in a relationship before so he’s not certain, but most likely Bi
Appearance: Isaac has charcoal black hair that’s usually pulled back in a pony tail to keep it out of his face. It reaches to his shoulders when it’s let down. His eyes eyes are pale blue, and often look gray in artificial light. He’s pretty thin and lanky for his height (5’5”), and also has a very pale complexion. He has a birthmark on his ring finger on his left hand.
Personality: Isaac (often called Ike) is a private person, but definitely not opposed to having close friendships and relationships. In fact, he craves them. He prefers to stay in the back of the crowd, watching instead of taking social risks. On the outside he can appear timid and shy in his friend groups, while he really just prefers to stay quiet in the groups of students he doesn’t know as well as close friends. With close friends, he’ll be more open with talking about his core interests, and has a habit of talking too fast. His sense of humor is very ironic (sometimes dark) comedy based. (INFJ-A for now, it might change a little as I develop him more)
Clothing/style: He usually wears a denim jacket, or his favorite olive green jacket over a striped shirt and regular or blue jeans.
Other: He likes astronomy and gardening, and keeps a journal about those interests in a bag he carries with him everywhere. He hopes to do whatever he can to help the environment (even if it’s just as small as gardening). At home, he has an elderly tabby cat name Victor, who he sometimes takes to the park.
Name: Griffin Winford
Gender, pronouns: Male, he/him
Age: 17
Sexuality: Gay
Appearance: Griffin stands at 5'7" with a lean, but muscular body. He has reddish-brown hair in a long curtain haircut, It is usually down. He has a sharp jawline, a small scar lining the left side. Freckles scatter his face, mostly concentrated on his cheeks. He has dark brown eyes, gold flecks scattered around them. His skin tans a bit in the summer, dulling in the winter. His ear lobes are pierced with small hoops.
Clothing/style: Tee-shirts tucked into both ripped and not ripped jeans with a small belt and sometimes either a black varsity jacket or a denim jacket. He also wears interestingly patterned button-up shirts tucked into jeans. He commonly wears black Converse or black Dr. Marten's boots.
Personality: He may seem shy at a glance, but he just likes to stick to himself in situations where his friends aren't around. But when around friends, Griffin is the trouble maker and one of the loudest, most extroverted people. He is an exceptional actor thanks to him acting in school things from a very young age. This makes him good at lying as well. He also started dancing at a young age, being in a kid's dance group. He expresses his emotions a lot, whether it be anger, sadness, or happiness. He only does decent in school so he can do the activities he likes to do, those are his only motivation in school. (I'm still developing him as well so this isn't necessarily exactly how he is.)
Other: Liked to go by Finn or Finley instead of Griffin. He is part of a dance team from the school and loves dance. But he doesn't like drill, so he's not part of it. He also is a theatre nerd and participates in musicals, drama competitions, and drama classes.
(Btw I really like your guy! So any ideas for where/how to start?)
(Thanks! I like yours too! And hmm, they could possibly meet at a party they were dragged to, and since both of them aren’t very social when they’re away from friends, maybe they could meet where they both go off to be alone? They could also be friends already)
(I like that idea! Do you have a preference for who starts?)
(Hmm, I don’t mind either way! I can find time to write it during the day today if need be)
(It would be nice if you could start it, but I can too.)
(Alrighty! I’ll get it up soon)
Isaac pulled his feet up into the couch he was sitting on. A friend had somehow convinced him to join him at a party his other friends, who Isaac had only known in brief passing, were holding. He sank back into the cushions, making notes in the journal he held in his lap. He felt bad for disappearing, but there was only so much conversation he could make with people he hardly knew, so it was inevitable he’d gone searching for a place to write.
A small group of kids were sitting in a circle in the other room playing a tipsy round of Apples to Apples, and a few other people scattered around the house.
Griffin was a bit late to the party. He wanted to finish his homework before he went out. He only did it since it was a huge part of his grade and it could mean the difference between going to the state drama competition and having to stay. He was excited to do some socializing and meet some new people. One of his good friends invited him to a party hosted by someone he didn't know, so it ought to be interesting, to say the least.
Finley pulled up to the house and parked. He quickly got out and went up to the door. He knocked on it with no hesitation.
Isaac glanced up when he heard the knock at the front door. He hadn’t expected any more people, but it didn’t really matter to him.
Zander— the host of the party, who also happened to participate in the school theater with Griffin— opened the door. “Finn!” His face lit up with delight. “Glad you could make it, man!”
"Eyy, Zander!! I'm glad to be here. Did I miss anything spicy? Or have you guys just been waiting for the party to actually arrive?" Griffin said happily, giving Zander a high five and already smiling. He walked inside and looked around at what was going on. He faced Zander again as he closed the door.
Zander closed the door behind him, “Eh, not much goin’ on. Just playing games and drinking a little.” He flopped down into one of the chairs. Zander’s family definitely had an impressive house, perfect for a high school party. He looked around, “I think it needs a little Finley touch, don’t you think?”
Isaac had a good view of the front entryway from the empty room he chose to sit in. He craned his neck as the boys moved away from the door itself. He’d seen the new boy around school before, but wasn’t completely sure what his name was. It was either Griffin or Finley.
"Definitely. Who all's here?" Finley asked, sitting himself into one of the chairs. He liked the look of the house so far, it seemed really nice and perfect for the situation. He hadn't been to a party in a hot minute since he recently moved to a new town, therefore, a new school. He hadn't known many people until he started doing other activities. That helped him make friends that invited him to things.
“Uhm…” he glanced around the room, as if it would help him remember. “There’s Natalie, Arthur, and Mike for sure in the room playing a game. Caleb’s in the kitchen with Kate, I think. And a few other friends of a friend hanging about here and there.” He counted each person he knew on his fingers and pursed his lips, trying to think who else until a thought came upon him, “Oh! Caleb brought a friend. His name’s Isaac or something, but he bailed pretty quickly. He’s…somewhere.”