when fate plays a game of chance [private]

I ain’t censoring myself for nobody,

I close both locks below the window, I close both blinds and turn away. Sometimes solutions aren't so simple; sometimes good bye's the only way. And the sun will set for you. The sun will set for you. And the shadow of the day, Will embrace the world in grey. And the sun will set for you, just set for you.

Despite the fact that it was getting darker, the air was still quite warm and moist. Despite the heat, James had chosen to wear a thick Nirvana sweater, pair of dark baggy chinos and Vans. Then again, he was wearing nothing beneath his sweater, and the sleeves had been rolled up. Still, he was pretty overdressed, and not really fitting in with the crowd gathering to watch the firework display, considering he had ditched the camp T-shirt. James didn’t really care, considering that the camp shirts looked atrocious. James would rather jump off a cliff than be seen in one of them, not really one to follow the rules. He had no clue how he had become cabin leader with rebellious attitude. Then again, most Ares campers were the same. He assumed he lived up to their stereotype, despite being pretty…nice beneath all that brute force.
James had come here to party. Summer was almost over, and a lot of the people he was close to would be leaving for another year, so he was planning on enjoying their last times together. James was probably going to do something he regretted, no surprise, but he honestly didn’t care right now. He wanted to have some fun, and that’s what he would do, no matter whatever happened.
Hands stuffed in the pockets of his chinos, which rested low of his hips, James’ blue gaze was fixed to the ground as he made his way to the heart of the brief event, not really looking where he was going. He was walking behind a few people, but wasn’t really looking at them. That was until one turned so fast, walking straight into his torso. James stopped, but didn’t falter. It took a lot more than a little nudge for James to be knocked over or to stagger back or anything. “Watch it.” He growled, annoyed, about to walk past when processing the voice, stopping himself before he could move and looking at the girl’s face, his black and thick eyebrows raising.
Oh damn, what were the chances of this happening? The last time James had seen Taylor, he had just shot a man. James was stubborn that nothing was going to ruin his night however, pushing away any anger from his thoughts and replacing it with amusement at the coincidences. “What’s up, Taylor?” He replied, forcing a half-hearted smile to his lips. It was better than them both cussing at each-other, right? “It has been a while, yeah.” He agreed, biting his lip. He looked at her, finding her look better than ever. “You look…great.” He told her, slightly awkward. Man, he hadn’t imagined being stuck in this position, so he didn’t really know what he was meant to do.

outfit; here • tag; pesh<3 • words; 457 • muse; 'superstar' by lupe fiasco

I ain’t censoring myself for nobody,

I close both locks below the window, I close both blinds and turn away. Sometimes solutions aren't so simple; sometimes good bye's the only way. And the sun will set for you. The sun will set for you. And the shadow of the day, Will embrace the world in grey. And the sun will set for you, just set for you.

Shaking his head with both amusement and disbelief, he couldn’t help but roll his eyes at her. “Original.” He scoffed, running a hand through his brown hair. A lot had changed about him since they had last met. He was a lot more tough and closed off now, hardly ever letting anyone get close to him. That, obviously, had been why he had gotten in the position in the first place, and he would never let himself do that again. He was just 100% jerk to everyone but his siblings now, which is what he wanted and planned for. Did he look like the kind of guy that was nice? He was just living up to his image and stereotype. He also didn’t use any hair products now, and stopping their use was like a druggie loosing his supply. It was hard, and James was dramatic.
Not being able to help but grin when Taylor became full of herself, James moved the sleeve of his sweater even higher up his arm, starting to feel hot. “You haven’t changed a bit, have you?” he asked incredulously, licking his lips and looking over her shoulder at a ground of girls walking past his for a moment before back at Taylor, cocking an eyebrow.
Shrugging in quite a smug way, James couldn’t help but smirk as she confirmed that she knew about him being cabin leader and all. “What can I say? I’m loved. And the people have spoken.” He said cockily. He didn’t see her cabin leader, did he? He didn’t even know if she had run or anything. What did that have to say about the girl?

outfit; here • tag; pesh<3 • words; not enough • muse; 'pumped up kicks (like me)' by jaden smith<3