Thread: ♫  Rιɢнт Lαиє Eиds [ Chokuro ] 〓〓〓〓〓〓〓〓〓〓〓 [ Cash ]

Dieter moved through the crowd towards the familiar voice like Moses through the Red Sea people parted instinctively to allow him passage, their eyes riveted on the striking face that adorned billboards and television shows but was not worn by a seemingly commonplace teenager in an airport in Ohio. There were a few excited gasps as he was recognized, and a great murmur passed through the terminal like a tidal wave- a famous person, right here in Painesville! But Dieter paid them no mind, his eyes focused on Seth as though they were completely alone. And it was with this same level of intimacy that he accepted the arms wrapping around his body, dropping his bags to return the hug with more vigor even than the one he received. Geeze, Seth. Youre still calling me that? he joked, his breath warm on his friends ear, his arms unwilling to break the embrace despite how awkward it was beginning to seem. He knew, however, that Seth wouldnt even notice, that he wouldnt think twice about the pained expression that he knew crept into his eyes when it was over, like he had been deprived of something as precious as the air he breathed. He kept a hand possessively upon Seths shoulder as long as he could manage as they moved through the air port. He laughed good naturedly as his friend began to babble about plans, the grin on his face more genuine than any portrayed in the posters and t-shirts. You still like that little diner on the street where I used to live? You remember? the vocalist asked quietly, shooting Seth a nervous glance from the corner of his eyes. It was a long shot, but something that had happened there made it stand out in his mind more clearly than ever. He honestly didnt know if the place was still there, it had been years since he had lived there. We used to go there all the time. They were followed by envious eyes and the flashes of cameras as they exited the building. The air was cooler than he remembered, and crisp, as it whipped his dark hair around his face and tore at his exposed forearms, raising goose bumps along his flesh. He put an arm around Seths shoulder as they hailed a cab, a half pathetic attempt to shield him from the stabbing flashes of the cameras at their backs. It was only a matter of time before the questions would start coming. --- Watch it, asshole! The sound of a car horn blared, and Liam responded merely by flicking up his middle finger as the vehicle tore away from the curb, but it was with a note of familiarity as he watched it speed away. He tucked something into the pocket of his tight pants, and shifted the backpack on his back. Obviously, the guitarist hadnt gone straight to the hotel, as he had told Dieter he was. He was in a shadier area of town where he went unrecognized by most of the slum kids as they went about their business, tossing him looks of contempt more than likely due to the lavish style of his rock star clothing and the way he carried himself with an air of aloofness. He met the eyes of a grungy boy across the street with venom, and resisted the urge to put up his finger again. He was going to have fun tonight, with or without Dieter. He knew he had a lover out here or something there was no other explanation for it. He acted all secretive when they came out here, and what exactly was there to do here? Then, as if in sarcastic response to this thought, his cell phone gave a final cry of defeat before succumbing to death by lack of battery power, shutting him off and leaving him stranded. Mother fucker ! Liam made the best of his situation when he was here by crashing parties, enjoying the effect of his presence on the girls around here. They swooned before him, and there was never a shortage of girls that were willing to let him have them if he so chose. Even the guys gave him berth. Unfortunately for Liam his taxi driver had abandoned him despite his explicit orders to wait for him around the corner, and hailing another would be near impossible. They didnt come down this way unless specifically instructed to do so, so he would have to find a pay phone. Honestly, he had never used one of the disgusting devices before in his life, so he set out trying to find someone who didnt look dangerous who could lend him a hand. His eyes alighted on the back of someone who didnt look completely like a slum brat. Hey! he called, waving an arm as he approached, Hey! Could ya help me out for a sec?