Caramel Cream and Coffee __{open

[CHRISTOPHER AEGIS]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=width,450px,bTable][style=border: 3px solid #0f0f0f; height: 100px; width: 100px; float: left;margin: 0px 3px 3px -20px;][/style][style=border: 3px solid #0f0f0f; height: 100px; width: 100px; float: left;margin: 118px 3px 3px -109px;][/style][style=border: 3px solid #0f0f0f; height: 100px; width: 100px; float: left;margin:237px 3px 0px -109px;][/style][style=border-left: 15px solid #0f0f0f;height: auto;text-align: justify;padding: 3px 3px 10px 3px;font-size: 10px]DATE ○ September 1st TIME ○ 5:48 pm WEATHER ○ Breezy and Starry Night It had taken Christopher... what? Two minutes? To finally realize what that something that's been eating at him ever since a certain someone made a certain phone call to him, asking to meet him at some certain place for a certain something. Don't get him wrong, there was nothing wrong about meeting a friend from college in a small but classy coffee shop in Little Italy during a quiet evening for the sake of some school work. In fact, the strangeness of getting the phone call at all far surpassed the purpose of the call. The thing was... "Hey, Garret..." Christopher said, "This isn't about an assignment... is it? You do know that I have about a half dozen other better things I could be doing instead of coming all the way downtown for nothing." Said youth flashed him a wolfish grin. "Don't say that, Chris," he said, "That's the problem with you. You don't ever do anything for 'nothing' but you should. I mean, god knows that that's the definition of a college student. And that's why you've got an almost non-existing social-life and haven't got a girlfriend even though you play the piano." At that, Chris smiled in some odd kind of amusement. "Since when was playing an instrument a criteria for getting a girlfriend?" Garret shrugged. "I'm just saying you should get out more. Do you want to be known as a vampire for the rest of your life? Because if you do, you're on the right track." Christopher grinned back. "You know," he said, "I still do find it highly amusing that people actually believe that. The professors have a sense of humour, at least, encouraging the student population to believe in the existence of a supernatural being." "And you play along with their facts so well," his college mate said, suddenly averting his attention from the black-haired teen in front of him, looking past Christopher's shoulder. "And speaking of professors, here comes the reason why I pulled you down here with me." He flashed another grin at Christopher. "Just so you know, I rarely do things for 'nothing' as well but my reasons are a whole lot more fun than yours most of the time." Choosing to ignore the comment for the moment, Christopher looked over his shoulder to where a girl just entered the coffee house. She was their age, perhaps, give or take two or three years, who wore a simple black dress cut above her knee. She exchanged a few words with, if Chris wasn't mistaken, the owner of the shop before walking over to the silent piano in the corner. Sitting down, she started to play... amazingly well. "Now we're playing scouts for Julliard?" Chris asked, raising an eyebrow. "Not exactly," Garret shrugged. "I told you it was an assignment. According to Professor White, she's rejected a place at Julliard for personal reasons that aren't at his leisure to disclose. So while the profs can't do anything about it, we're supposed to study her, to quote, 'ambient showmanship'. It's one of White's 'go out and get exposed to music in the world' assignments." "I'm shocked," Chris said suddenly. "At her skill?" "That you're doing homework." Garret grinned. "Well, the girl is really pretty." [/style][style=font-family: georgia; letter-spacing: 1px; color: #0f0f0f; width: 450px;padding-left: 20px;padding-bottom: 30px;background-color: #0f0f0f; line-height: 25px;font-size: 50px;text-shadow: 1px 1px 0px #b1b1b1;] birds black of the clear sky [/style][style=text-transform: uppercase;color: #b1b1b1;margin-top: -20px;font-family: times new roman; font-size: 15px;opacity: .5; filter: alpha(opacity=50);] TOUCH YOUR FEATHERS TO MY FACE [/style][style=border-left: 15px solid #0f0f0f;height: auto;text-align: justify;padding: 3px;font-family: courier; font-size: 12px;] TAGGED: open NOTES: Gawd, I'm really bad at coming up with opening posts WORD COUNT: 542 TEMPLATE BY AEON OF OTE [/style]

[callum]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width:400px, bTable] [style= float: left; margin-left: -25px; margin-top: -10px; border: 1px solid #f1f1f1; padding: 7px; background: url(http://i.imgur.com/1bYYj.png); margin-right: 5px][/style][style= background: url(http://i.imgur.com/1bYYj.png); color: #111111; font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; font-size: 8px; letter-spacing: 3px; text-transform: uppercase; text-align: right] and if i wanted to die before i got old[/style][style= background: url(http://i.imgur.com/oqkyE.png); color: #f1f1f1; font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; font-size: 8px; text-transform: uppercase; text-align: right; letter-spacing: 1px; ]I should've started some years ago digging that hole [/style] [style= background: url(http://i.imgur.com/1bYYj.png); color: #111111; font-family: arial; font-size: 10px; text-align: justify; padding: 5px] Callum, being Callum, was simply out on the town with a couple of buddies when he spotted her - a beautiful young woman wearing a simple yet classy black dress. Reaching just above her knees and hugging her perfect curves, Callum instantly knew what he had to do. Smirking his famous spirk, he caught his friends' attention and nodded his head forward, drawing their glances upward at the girl. "Really, Callum?" One of them said in faux disbelief. "Do what you gotta do, bro." The other exclaimed, clearly amused. Laughing slightly, Callum tipped his imaginary hat and bid aduiex to the gendlemen, "Well boys, it's been a pleasure but duty calls." With that, he turned on his heel and began following the woman. As he walked away at a brisk pace (thaat woman walked fast!), he heard his friends laughing behind them. "Good luck!" Friend one called out teasingly. But they all knew that Callum Pierce didn't need luck. Not breaking a sweat, he followed his prey into a small coffee shop. When she popped in, Callum hung back and waited outside the doors for a few seconds, not wanting to appear to obvious, or quite frankly, creey. When he finished counting up to 'twelve mississippi', Callum strode through the cafe's double doors, confidence emminating off him. Still smirking, his blue eyes quickly scanned the room for the dark-haired, black dressed woman. He spotted her almost instantly, taking a seat infront of the piano in the corner of the room. Debating what course of action to take, Callum silently cursed as she began to play. Her fingers seemed to dance on the keys and the sound that she created on the instrument was about as beautiful as she was.... he couldn't intrupt her. No, that would be rude. Maybe he'd invite her out for dinner afterward? As he continued to walk farther into the coffee bar, contimplating his next step, Callum spotted two other admirers of the woman standing just to the right of him. Still smirking, Callum stode over to the two men who seemed very keen on the young pianist - they seemed engrossed in the melody that she was creating. Maybe they knew her? Callum thought hopefully. That would make his job that much easier. "Mind if I join you?" Callum asked casually with a grin. p."[/style][style= background: url(http://i.imgur.com/oqkyE.png); color: #f1f1f1; font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; font-size: 8px; text-transform: uppercase; text-align: right; letter-spacing: 1px; ]suncat @ OTE| lyrics: by brand new| notes: ahh! Shitty post... I swear I'll edit it later & they'll get better!| tagged: Christopher| [/style]

[LEN ATKINS]

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[atrb=style, background: #aaaaaa; opacity: 0.6][style=height: 350px; overflow: auto; font: 10px Arial; padding-right: 3px; text-align: justify; color: 444444]"Len!" he heard a voice call behind him. He turned around to see his mother rushing towards him. "Come back later, okay? I don't want you staying up so late..." Len nodded awkwardly. He had been coming home at around one usually. He just needed time by himself and away from the family. Life was hectic enough. He felt so useless. He couldn't get a job, he didn't get a scholarship, and the tension between him and his sister... "Shit!" he muttered angrily to himself to stop thinking about family. "Wait, Len!" his mother called. He turned around, annoyed, but not too angry at her for calling him back twice. "Yeah?" he asked her. "Don't stay up so late, please. We miss you at home..." Len sighed, "It's not like Josephine is going to worry. And I don't think you or dad need me around at the moment..."

[/b] Maybe that was a little harsh...? He sounded selfish. "I'm useless to you guys. I can't find a job or anything." a frown appeared on his face. His mother shook her head. "We miss you, Len. And I'm sure that Joze misses you, too. You two need to stop acting like children and become friends!" Len shook his head. "I don't care, whatever. I'll be home..." his mother stopped talking and backed away with a nod. "O-okay Len." she said, starting to go back into their overcrowded house.

"Yeah, right..." he muttered to himself. He wanted to get away from everything. Maybe he wouldn't be back in the morning... Len sighed deeply, running a hand through his blonde hair. It was a hot day outside. The sun was beating down on his back, and clouds hovered above him. It was...pretty. Len relaxed for a bit, his icy blue eyes closing for moments. Man, did he feel like crap. He just wanted to take a plane going nowhere and just run away from home... But it sounded too selfish, and his family needed him as they were starting to lose money. He scoffed. They didn't need him around. He was useless to the family, just a burden. He cringed at the thought. Maybe running away wasn't so bad...

What?! he thought. Run away? But... his eyes closed as he continued walking. Nobody will miss me. I'm sure they won't notice. as soon as the thoughts faded away, and he started to relax, he heard voices. Loud, voices. "Really, Callum?" he heard one say, "Do what you gotta do, bro." Len's icy blue eyes opened and he bit his lower lip. What the hell does that mean? he asked himself. Somehow, he was interested. "Well boys, it's been a pleasure but duty calls." he heard "Callum" say. Ah. he thought as his blue gaze went to the woman in the fitting black dress. Oh, yeah, she was kind of pretty. Much older. Probably in college. Should he follow the two and see what happens? Len sighed and followed him and the woman into a coffee shop in Little Italy.

Entering the coffee shop, Len took a deep breath, smelling the delightful scent of coffee. Despite this, he really didn't like drinking coffee. They tasted bitter and disgusting...to him. His gaze went to two boys that he noticed Callum was approaching. They looked really intent on watching the female in the black dress play the piano. She was quite good, the music sounded beautiful. Maybe Callum was meeting the two? "Mind if I join you?" he heard him ask. Ah, they didn't know each other. All boys looked older, probably in college. Len was only in high school, but he was seventeen. He would be in college sometime. He rolled his eyes at his thoughts and casually started walking towards the table where the boys were at. Maybe he could fake it and pretend that he was eighteen? No. He sighed and bit his lower lip. "Uh...hello." he started. "Mind if I sit here with you?" he asked, walking up next to Callum. "I'm Len." he introduced himself. He hoped this would work out. He was quite interested in Callum, and what he was going to do. Probably chasing after that girl in the black dress. Maybe the other guys were too...? This should be interesting. He wasn't after her, of course, she was older and probably wouldn't fall for him.

He wondered if Callum was some womanizer kind of guy. It seemed as how his friends were talking, that he was quite good at flirting. Something Len didn't do much. Flirt. Ah, well, he wasn't a romantic type of guy. He was lacking commitment, too. Despite this, he had dated a lot of girls... But, of course, they ended up breaking up with him cause of his lack of commitment. And he never showed up for their dates. He would rather be enjoying playing a video game in his house or hanging out with his friends. What about the other guys? He looked over them, biting his lower lip. Maybe he would just have to wait to find out about their personalities.



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[CHRISTOPHER AEGIS]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=width,450px,bTable][style=border: 3px solid #0f0f0f; height: 100px; width: 100px; float: left;margin: 0px 3px 3px -20px;][/style][style=border: 3px solid #0f0f0f; height: 100px; width: 100px; float: left;margin: 118px 3px 3px -109px;][/style][style=border: 3px solid #0f0f0f; height: 100px; width: 100px; float: left;margin:237px 3px 0px -109px;][/style][style=border-left: 15px solid #0f0f0f;height: auto;text-align: justify;padding: 3px 3px 10px 3px;font-size: 10px]Ambient Showmanship? What the hell was that, he wondered. It was just like teachers to talk in riddles, forcing you to ask them questions to clarify so that they had the opportunity to feel smarter and superior. There was no denying that the girl was a born performer. Even without professional training, she put half the students back on the campus grounds to shame. He was halfway through solving the great puzzle when suddenly, something drew him out of his thoughts. Christopher looked up at the sound of a familiar voice to have his eyes grace an equally familiar face. His violet eyes lit up. "Cal?" Christopher said automatically. It wasn't that Chris wasn't sure if the person standing in front of him was his own childhood highschool friend but it seemed a little... unusual to see said person here. Usually, Cal would indulge in more... colorful activities in the more lively areas of New York City. Little Italy was a place that seemed just a little bit too... tame for the womaniser. "What brings you to this part of town?" But of course, before finishing his question, Christopher had a good idea just what brought on the presence of the Cambodia U student. Before their conversation got very far, though, a new face showed up. He seemed a bit younger than the gathered, likely a highschool student. "Sure," Chris said to the both of them. Extending a hand towards the high school student, he said, "Nice to meet you. I'm Christopher. You are?" After brief introductions, Garret excused himself, spotting a group of students from their class who were also probably on Professor White's little assignment. "Don't tell me she's your new target, Callum," Chris said, giving his old friend a defeated smile. [/style][style=font-family: georgia; letter-spacing: 1px; color: #0f0f0f; width: 450px;padding-left: 20px;padding-bottom: 30px;background-color: #0f0f0f; line-height: 25px;font-size: 50px;text-shadow: 1px 1px 0px #b1b1b1;] birds black of the clear sky [/style][style=text-transform: uppercase;color: #b1b1b1;margin-top: -20px;font-family: times new roman; font-size: 15px;opacity: .5; filter: alpha(opacity=50);] TOUCH YOUR FEATHERS TO MY FACE [/style][style=border-left: 15px solid #0f0f0f;height: auto;text-align: justify;padding: 3px;font-family: courier; font-size: 12px;] TAGGED: Callum, Len NOTES: course we don't mind ^^ WORD COUNT: something... TEMPLATE BY AEON OF OTE 4 [/style]

[callum]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width:400px, bTable] [style= float: left; margin-left: -25px; margin-top: -10px; border: 1px solid #f1f1f1; padding: 7px; background: url(http://i.imgur.com/1bYYj.png); margin-right: 5px][/style][style= background: url(http://i.imgur.com/1bYYj.png); color: #111111; font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; font-size: 8px; letter-spacing: 3px; text-transform: uppercase; text-align: right] and if i wanted to die before i got old[/style][style= background: url(http://i.imgur.com/oqkyE.png); color: #f1f1f1; font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; font-size: 8px; text-transform: uppercase; text-align: right; letter-spacing: 1px; ]I should've started some years ago digging that hole [/style] [style= background: url(http://i.imgur.com/1bYYj.png); color: #111111; font-family: arial; font-size: 10px; text-align: justify; padding: 5px] Just as Cal began pulling out his chair and taking a seat, he finally looked at the two men he would be joining. With new delight, Cal's eyes shined, recognizing the slender yet elegant frame and dark hair of one Christopher Aegis. What a pleasant surprise! It was almost a chore trying to get that man out of his own little world and Cal was ecstatic to have bumped into him by pure coincidence. Now Callum would be able to kill two bird with one stone; meet up with his close friend and score the girl. Today really was a beautiful day. Chris, now recognizing Cal, exclaimed his name as a question, as if he was shocked to see that Callum was out and about any time before six o'clock. And not prowling at a club. Well, it was a little unusual, though so was seeing Chris at a coffee bar. So really, they two unusual circumstances cancelled out... At least in his mind. Before Callum had a chance to reply to the address, a new face joined them just as Chris' friend excused himself from the table. He was a good looking kid that appeared just slightly younger than himself. Regardless of his age, the younger man had a certain air about him that reminded Callum of a younger version of himself. Or maybe it was just the glint in his eyes. Regardless, the blonde introduced himself as Len and Chris almost immediately stuck out his hand. Cal chucked inwardly at this, Chris still appeared to be Mr. Manners. Some things would never change. "Callum." He introduced himself to Len, shooting the newcomer a friendly smile and a small head nod. He seemed like a nice enough guy. Maybe he knew the pianist? After their brief introduction, Cal's attention snapped back to Chris who had appeared to have answered his own question. Callum's partying and womanizing ways were really nothing new to Chris, which was apparent by the defeated smile that appeared on his friend's lips. Chris never really approved of Callum's extra curricular, yet somehow they managed to remain friends after all these years. Well, Callum needed at least one friend to help keep him straight. "You know me so well, Chris." Callum said with a small laugh before shrugging his shoulders sheepishly, "What can I say?" His eyes darted over to the pianist for a moment, taking in her lean and slender frame. There was something almost rebellious about her, but Callum couldn't quite put his finger on it. She was the image of grace and beauty and not a single head on her hair was out of place, but Cal could only imagine what she was like beneath that collected surface. "Do you guys know her?" Callum asked aloud, his eyes shooting back to the gentleman. "[/style][style= background: url(http://i.imgur.com/oqkyE.png); color: #f1f1f1; font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; font-size: 8px; text-transform: uppercase; text-align: right; letter-spacing: 1px; ]suncat @ OTE| lyrics: by brand new| notes: hahaa, ohh Chris knows Cal so well... and Hiya Len! =)| tagged: Chris & Len| [/style]

[LEN ATKINS]

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[atrb=style, background: #aaaaaa; opacity: 0.6][style=height: 350px; overflow: auto; font: 10px Arial; padding-right: 3px; text-align: justify; color: 444444]Len flashed the three guys a charming smile. It was quite awkward for him, talking to college students. Oh well, he was interested in finding out about the both of them. Len shook Christopher's hand and bit his lower lip. "Uh, nice to meet you." he said. He took a seat on one of the empty chairs in their table. Len sighed and relaxed for a moment. "Don't tell me she's your new target, Callum," Len bit his lower lip. ...target? Ah, I was right! He must be after that woman. his gaze went back to the girl, wearing a nice black dress, playing the piano. She was quite pretty. "Callum." Len nodded at his name, he had introduced himself before to Chris. Callum had probably heard him. "You know me so well, Chris. What can I say?" Ah. So he was a womanizer, seeing as he had said it as if he had done this thing before. While Len had been broken up with so many times... Not that he really cared. He was lacking commitment, he would rather enjoy a video-game and never showed up for dates. A girlfriend was the last thing he needed, and Len didn't really believe in love. "Do you guys know her?" Callum asked. Len shook his head. "Well, I've seen here around before..." he said. Biting his lower lip, he smirked playfully. "I think she's taken. I've seen her around with some guy before." he shrugged. "I mean, I saw them together. I don't know if they're dating or whatever." Too bad for Callum. And Christopher looked pretty interested in her, too. Sucks for them both. Oh, well, maybe Callum would be able to get her to dump that guy or whatever. He really didn't know. "Why chase after love you can never have?" he asked suddenly, a little startled at what he had said. "I don't believe in true love." he said, Len's icy blue gaze on the woman. "...do you?" Maybe he was being a little harsh, but he had seen the woman with somebody else, he doubted that Callum would be able to get her when she was happily in a relationship. Most couples end in an ugly breakup, it was irrational to try to find love that will probably end up in tears. Of course, there were always those hopeless romantics that thought they would be swept off of their feet. Like his sister, Josephine. She would simply be played in an unfair game of chess. Len bit his lower lip. They had been so close before. What happened? Len's gaze went back to the two boys. "Uh, but that's just me." he shrugged. "I don't believe in love." Len laughed softly, "But you can try." he had never actually fallen or been in love with a girl. Love was nothing to him. He had dated so many girls, all dumping him. He never had feelings for them. He didn't think he would find love, and that was fine with him. He didn't care. A smirk appeared on his face. Maybe he had been a little too harsh? Whatever. It was just the jerk he really was. He shrugged. "I've dated quite a lot of girls." he told them. "But I was never in love with them. And I don't believe I'll be in love sometime." [/style]

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[CHRISTOPHER AEGIS]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=width,450px,bTable][style=border: 3px solid #0f0f0f; height: 100px; width: 100px; float: left;margin: 0px 3px 3px -20px;][/style][style=border: 3px solid #0f0f0f; height: 100px; width: 100px; float: left;margin: 118px 3px 3px -109px;][/style][style=border: 3px solid #0f0f0f; height: 100px; width: 100px; float: left;margin:237px 3px 0px -109px;][/style][style=border-left: 15px solid #0f0f0f;height: auto;text-align: justify;padding: 3px 3px 10px 3px;font-size: 10px]"Not at all," Chris answered his long time friend. After listening to Len's contribution, Christopher couldn't help but smile a smile with a slightly concealed evil glint in his eyes. "Well, that sounds like bad luck for you Cal." Although he knew Callum to be a womaniser with almost no bounds, he didn't think that he would go after a taken woman. He shrugged after Len finished. "Love? Now that's a subject," the aristocrat said juts as the waitress arrived with his drink: a simple house coffee blend. Said waitress spotted Garret a few tables away and automatically brought his drink in that direction. "Because if you're talking about the fairy tale kind, you've definitely barked up the wrong tree." Nudging his chin towards Callum, he said, "Love is against the principle of this one. If he did, he wouldn't change girls like how he changes his shirt." He grinned at the friendly insult. "In any case, I'm a realist," Christopher said, "therefore it's also against my principles to believe that as well." Chris blinked as he suddenly realized something. He turned to Cal. "Maybe that's why we've managed to stay friends for as long as we have despite that we have almost nothing in common." [/style][style=font-family: georgia; letter-spacing: 1px; color: #0f0f0f; width: 450px;padding-left: 20px;padding-bottom: 30px;background-color: #0f0f0f; line-height: 25px;font-size: 50px;text-shadow: 1px 1px 0px #b1b1b1;] birds black of the clear sky [/style][style=text-transform: uppercase;color: #b1b1b1;margin-top: -20px;font-family: times new roman; font-size: 15px;opacity: .5; filter: alpha(opacity=50);] TOUCH YOUR FEATHERS TO MY FACE [/style][style=border-left: 15px solid #0f0f0f;height: auto;text-align: justify;padding: 3px;font-family: courier; font-size: 12px;] TAGGED: Callum, Len NOTES: sorry for the shortness, am short on muse no pun intended. WORD COUNT: something... TEMPLATE BY AEON OF OTE [/style]

[callum]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width:400px, bTable] [style= float: left; margin-left: -25px; margin-top: -10px; border: 1px solid #f1f1f1; padding: 7px; background: url(http://i.imgur.com/1bYYj.png); margin-right: 5px][/style][style= background: url(http://i.imgur.com/1bYYj.png); color: #111111; font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; font-size: 8px; letter-spacing: 3px; text-transform: uppercase; text-align: right] and if i wanted to die before i got old[/style][style= background: url(http://i.imgur.com/oqkyE.png); color: #f1f1f1; font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; font-size: 8px; text-transform: uppercase; text-align: right; letter-spacing: 1px; ]I should've started some years ago digging that hole [/style] [style= background: url(http://i.imgur.com/1bYYj.png); color: #111111; font-family: arial; font-size: 10px; text-align: justify; padding: 5px] After giving them a pleasant smile, something that Len said immediately made Cal's spirit's soar - he had seen her around! That was perfect! It would make Callum's task that much easier if he was hanging out with someone even vaguely familiar. Leaning forward subconsciously to gain as much information on the woman as he could, Cal's eyebrows furrowed together in frustration as Len explained that she hung around with a guy. Plenty of women had male friends and visa versa. Hell, even Callum had some chickita friends that he wouldn't dare sleep with (not that he hadn't thought about it or tried...). But there was no doubt in Cal's mind: a girl like that wouldn't have a man tag along to her little shows if they weren't somehow romantically tangled. Letting out a mildly annoyed grunt and running a hand through his thick, dark hair, Callum was at a crossroads. As Cal tried to decided his next course of action, Len continued onto an interesting topic: love. The younger blonde seemed to know something of the subject - his blue eyes clouded over slightly and his voice sounded almost, well, depressed. Before Cal could press the matter, Chris spoke up and his friend immediately lightened his grumpy mood. Callum laughed and it was a full and genuine sound. After all of these years, Chris' teasing of his character had become like something of a joke between the two men. Smirking his trademark smirk, he shook his head as he replied, "I'm out of luck only if I don't want her." He winked mischievously. Okay, so Cal wasn't a home-wrecker most of the time. It wasn't his fault that woman naturally wanted to be with him. It was really their fault for selecting such lackluster gentlemen. However, seeing as he was in the presence of company - mainly Len for if it was just Christopher, Callum was likely to approach the pianist - he settled down. Crossing his arms rather lazily, he rolled his eyes at the current topic: love. Again Calllum laughed as Chris officially revealed his womanizing ways... but it was true. Even the player himself couldn't remember all of the names of the countless women that he had been with. A thought suddenly occurred to the womanizing brunette. How many of those scorned woman had Chris had to deal with? The two men were close despite their differences and everyone knew that. Cringing inwardly, Cal suddenly hoped that his extra curriculars hadn't had any sort of negative impact on his dear friend. "Maybe." Cal replied thoughtfully at Chris' suggestion. It was true - Chris was a realist and took things for what they were. Maybe that's why he understood Ca's need for physical comfort? That, or Chris just understood Cal on some (primative) level. Either way, the two clicked somehow and it wasn't just because they were both nineteen year old boys. "I've only felt love for two people." Callum confessed, "My father and brother." He followed this statement with a small and light chuckle. The more he thought of the emotion, the more confused Cal became. Sure, he had spent plenty of time with beautiful and interesting women but he hadn't clicked with them on a level that wasn't physical. Mulling this over in his mind, Callum shook his head. As far as Cal could remember, he couldn't recall an instance when Chris had introduced him to a girlfriend-type figure. Finding this interesting, Cal came to his next conclusion for if his kind-hearted friend hadn't had a meaningful relationship then sure as hell was no hope in the world for Callum. "Trust me, Len. No matter how many girls you're with, it's all the same... Love is overrated, anyway." He told the blonde with a small nod of his head. It was definitely a biased conclusion but Callum believed it. At the moment, anyways. "Why would you want to be exclusive with anyone, anyways?" Callum pondered out loud, contemplating the restrictions that were associated with love and being in an intimate relationship. It all seemed stupid to Callum. Really, really stupid. Why settle with just one girl when you could have hundreds? p."[/style][style= background: url(http://i.imgur.com/oqkyE.png); color: #f1f1f1; font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; font-size: 8px; text-transform: uppercase; text-align: right; letter-spacing: 1px; ]suncat @ OTE| lyrics: by brand new| notes: Sorry it took so long to reply to this... I wasn't sure how to reply xD| tagged: Christopher & Len| [/style]