if I'm james dean ` ` JAZZZZZZZY Apr 3, 2011 14:35:05 GMT -5
Post by JASPER ALEXANDER MORETTI on Apr 3, 2011 14:35:05 GMT -5
it's in your eyes, a c o l o r fade out
- - - - - - LOOKS LIKE A N E W TRANSITION, THE STARTING UP AND SHAKING YOUR
GROUND. TURNING YOUR HEAD TO SEE A NEW DAY CALLING - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Parents gone for the weekend, all who was left in the house was the twins. Jasper took this as he could smoke all the weed that he wanted without getting caught this weekend. Not that he had ever been caught anyway, but now he knew that his parents would not find out. and it wasn't like Jazzy was going to tell them, she never knew half of the crap her own twin did when she wasn't around. He smoked, he drank. He was just like any other teenager. Hell, he was even the more popular one. Well, that's at least what he thought.
He always thought that he had more friends then his sister, which he might actually have, but the pure fact that Jasper would actually just hook up with any girl at a party, and drink till he was so drunk that he didn't know what was going on, was not very good. but he didn't care, he was fine, he doesn't have an STDs or anything like that. So, he was safe, nor did any girl ever say they were pregnant around him anyway. So he was all in the clear, at least so he thought. Really, he could fuck up his whole life at any moment, which in its own, was a very bad idea. I mean, he was seventeen, a whole life ahead of him, and he could mess it up with his problem with sleeping around and being so fucked up when he did it.
Sitting on his bed, Jasper didn't really think of anything more then reaching under his bed, and looking for his weed. he crawled off the large, queen size bed in his very large room, and literally crawled under the bed, as he had to hide the weed far under his bed, so that if anyone came into his room, they wouldn't accident find it or anything. He would be in deep deep shit if that happened. If you looked at Jasper, he was a very skinny boy, but he was a healthy skinny, and he worked out every week. he had his fun partying, which also added to the fact that he tended to puke everything in his stomach up at least twice a week. But that was not the point.
Crawling out of the bed, he got his bright red lighter out of his nightstand, and rolled himself a joint. He lit it up, and laid in his bed, not even under the messy covers, nope. just on the bed, starting at the ceiling, smoking. He was happy as all get out. And he highly doubted that Jazzy would need him, because she usually didn't bother to come into his room. Was she afraid of his room or something. With all the metal band posters, dark colors, dim lighting, the smell of weed in the room, anyone would be afraid of it. Jasper started to crack up at the thought of his sister being afraid of his room. Now, he wasn't even that high, but he was laughing for no real good reason. Maybe he was just crazy?
does it f e e l like a head to lean on?
- - - - - - - - A SNAPSHOT FROM WHERE YOU BORN. I'M LOOKING FOR YOUR HAND IN
THE ROUGH, YOU'RE CAUGHT IN THE WIRE. WELL I'LL L I F T YOU OUT - - - - - - - - - - -