* when the freaks come out, ! {Open}

[meh]

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You know that gut feeling you get when you're dying to say something, but you just can't bring yourself to do it? CJ felt that day to day, burdened with the knowledge of something no one else knew the details of ...

CJ had dragged herself out of the school grounds right after last bell, and let her legs carry her wherever they felt like. With a pen, and paper, CJ would be fine. Just let the creative juices flow. CJ had sat on a bench for a while until finally her stomach began to growl, and she decided to head across the road to McDonald's. She pushed open the door using her shoulder, and stepped inside, her stomach growling even louder, her mouth watering to taste the grease of a burger and fries.

CJ was just about to step into line when a man stuck his arm out. "Over there, miss!" He pointed to the back of the line that snaked back a little ways through tables and chairs. When his back was turned, CJ stuck her tongue out rudely at him, resisting the urge to say something foul back to him. "Thank you, sir," She growled in a British accent that seemed to command and catch the attention of the people around her.

CJ headed to the back of the line to wait. When she finally got her food (about fifteen minutes later!) she headed for the only empty table left in the packed restaurant and sat down, sliding her food across from herself and pulling out her noteboook. She wasn't sure how long she'd been there, but it was an awfully long time, it seemed, because when she tore her eyes from the page filled with scribbles and lines, she looked at the sun that was only a faint splash of pink and orange on the horizon. Her stomach dropped; there, leaning against a wall across the way, stood a tall guy, cloaked in a baggy sweatshirt, hood up, hands deep in his pockets. He reminded her of one of the gang guys from that night.

She gulped down a drink, and cast another nervous glance out the window. She cocked her to the side, shrugging and starting to scribble again, hoping that he'd leave soon enough, and she'd be free to go -- but the night still made her nervous at times.

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Notes: Meh, sorry its so bad![/size]

[peter bergan walker]

Back to the street
Down to our feet
Losing the feeling of feeling unique
Do you know what I mean?
Back to the place
Where we used to say
Man it feels good to feel this way
Now I know what I mean

Peter had been stuck at home with his twin brother Carson just about all week. Talk about Hell. The two of them had spent days avoiding their dad and avoiding each other. That was why Peter left a day early to head back to Harding. He got tired of all the avoiding easily. It was kind of boring. Sure he felt a little bad for leaving Carson there by himself, but Carson was a big boy and Peter was sure his brother could handle himself. After arriving to his dorm Peter put his bag down and breathed in the not-so-fresh dorm air. He wrinkled his nose in disgust. He could only figure that his last roommate was the cause of the awful stench. Boy was he glad that guy graduated. Peter sprayed some Febreeze air freshener in the room to kind of give it the spring smell. He liked the spring smell. It was kind of a happy smell. Only fitting since Peter just loved being happy. He took another whiff of the air, satisfied that it smelled better.

Just when Peter started to feel better about the room his stomach growled. That wasn't a good sign at all. He placed a hand over his stomach, thinking maybe it would pass. He could have sworn that he had only eaten breakfast like an hour ago, but when he looked at his cell phone he groaned. It had already been four hours since breakfast. Where had the time gone?! Peter sighed, figuring he would need to go get some lunch before his stomach grew a mind of its own and ate him. Slipping back out the door Peter headed off the campus, nodding to people with a sweet, cheery smile. After finally getting off campus and having no one to wave to, Peter walked toward the restaurant that he considered to be the quickest in customer service, though that could vary among customers. They usually served him pretty fast, which was great when he was rushed to get back to class.

Pushing open the glass doors at McDonald's, Peter smiled, "Honey, I'm hoooooome." He called to the employees, who all seemed to smile at his arrival. Peter was just the kind of adorable that could cause even some of the most callous people to break a smile. He wasn't ashamed of his childish ways and he really liked making people happy. "Hey there, I'd tell you what I want, but I think you already know that." Peter said, raising an eyebrow to the cashier. "Just kidding, I don't want that. Haha, give me like... wow... two cheeseburgers, four orders of small fries, an apple pie, one fruit cup, and..." Peter paused, tilting his head. "You getting all of this?" The cashier nodded. "Um, okay, I want one of those Quarter Pounder things, some chicken nuggets, a cookie, and hm... oh, a chocolate milkshake. That's all." Peter had been saving money so it wasn't really hard for him to splurge sometimes. He pulled out his wallet and handed the man the exact amount.

It really wasn't long until Peter got his food. Usually they started making a little bit of everything when Peter walked in. He took his tray and headed to a table. Sitting the tray down, Peter glanced over to the playground area. After he stuffed his face he would definitely be making use of that area. He unwrapped his first cheeseburger, looking it over before taking a bite. Man it was good to be unhealthy from time to time. Besides, it wasn't like he would gain any weight by eating all of that. It was part of the blessing of having a super fast metabolism.