IT'S A DIRTY FREE FOR ALL, [ TAVIN<3]

[lagan michelle michaud]

maybe i need some rehab, or

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or maybe just need some sleep

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i got a sick obsession

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lagan hadn't exactly had the best weekend, and she was absolutely dreading coming to school this monday morning. it was hazy out, the temperature already 65 degrees by seven am, something that was usual for the warm and sunny california heat--but also something very weird when it came to the weather. but lagan was prepared for the unexpected--she always was, seeing that she was unexpected herself. she was crazy, determined and outspoken...and you could never predict what she would do next.

the weekend consisted mainly of her mom's new boyfriend and son moving in their new apartment near broadway, almost on top of the third street promenade. it was just the four of them now, as lagan's brother dan had gone off to college. but lagan and dreyden weren't even home most of the time--they were live-in students of concord and didn't need to spend time at home. but anyway, that who moving in was horrendus. movers that didn't speak english and all the good stuff, plus big heavy furniture the tiny apartment barely had room for.

amazing, right? not really. but anyway, lagan still got herself up and out of bed that morning, pulling out a random outfit, which happened to be some legging-like pants that were pretty much tights, some black shorts over those, and a baggy off-the shoulder tee shirt. her hair was left as-is, the way she liked it, and the ever-present smudgy black eyeliner was under her eyes, making her look almost like a lovesick crackwhore.

and that fact made her giggle uncontrollably. lagan still had some time before school, but she decided getting there early could never hurt anyone. normally this never happened, but like i said, lagan was the most unpredictable person ever. so she shoved her feet in some gold sneakers, slung her leather-frayed back over her shoulder and skipped out of the apartment (not literally, no), making her way to the street below. there were early morning shoppers around the place, but not too many to be considered annoying. lagan ignored them and made her way almost across town to school. to be honest, it only took about fifteen minutes, and lagan was used to the walking, seeing that's all she did. she hadn't saved up enough for her the trans am she was hoping to get pretty soon and had to unfortunately resort to walking.

but she wasn't dwelling on that subject today, and instead was just making her merry way to school. as she arrived she got a fair share of looked and glares from her peers. oh my god, why would she wear that. oh my god, look at her hair. oh my god, shove it up your ass! she wanted to shout--but in order to be here, to be accepted, lagan had to be on her best behavior. she was, however, only here on scholarship--and that meant keeping a clean nose in the face of the administration.

and she did, for the most part, but she was a teenager, so she did go to wild parties. she drank, she did stuff. but lagan was responsible and knew what she was doing and that's what kept her head on straight. making her way to first block, she grabbed a seat and sat down, seeing that no one was in here this early--not even the teacher. lagan expected someone to come in soon, seeing that there were some over achievers like her at this school, but for now all she could do was wait. and wait.

[ellie]

( one thousand eight hundred fifty )

Monday morning. The worse two word sentence in the entire vocabulary known to high school students. Honestly, it probably was worse than, pop quiz, even. A pop quiz was over relatively quickly, whereas Mondays were twenty four hours of pure torture from teachers, adults, and parents. And for some, like Tavin Kensington for example, siblings. Well, let it be known that he has more than enough sisters for him to deal with, probably way more than he was surely able to handle; especially when they all lived at home and under the same room as each other. Poor Tavin, he was the only male in the residence, besides his father, in the house, but Tavin could hardly count his father as an equal since he wasn't home as often as Tavin was. It was times when his sisters began picking on him that Tavin surely wished that he had gotten an apartment/dorm room on student housing. That would clearly solve all of his problems. Hm, Tavin would definitely have to find a few people around school that lived in student housing and ask them how they liked it, if they had to share with anyone else, etc. He'd only have to find out by asking when he got to school. Speaking about school, it was something that Tavin clearly had to start getting ready for if he planned on getting to school on time and into class before the bell rang and he was given detention for being late.

It wasn't that detention was all that bad or anything, it was just something that Tavin normally tried to stay away from as much as possible. The less detentions that he was assigned, the happier he was, because then Mrs. Mancini wouldn't have anything to bitch about to him.

It wasn't that Tavin had a hard life at the Mancini household, because that was most certainly not the case. He had a lot more opportunities handed his way because of the Mancini family. They clearly had enough money to feed the entire country of Haiti during this current disaster that they are in. Tavin though, didn't use that to his advantage too much, though he did ask for a car and a few shopping sprees at the mall to fill up his closet. Other than that, he actually had a job so that he could pay for everything on his own. It was his older sister, Kendra, who had told him that he should always be an independent person and not have to rely on anyone for anything, otherwise, when everyone took everything back from him, he'd be left with absolutely nothing.Tavin could do nothing but take advice from his sister and roll with it.

Finally throwing the covers off of his warm body, Tavin put his feet on the floor for the first time since the middle of the night when he was woken up by his twin sister climbing into bed with him.

Now, before you begin thinking dirty thoughts about Tavin and Moira and incest, let me tell you the story of why this was a normal thing for Moira to do. Ever since Tavin and Moira were born, they've always had to share the same bedroom as their older siblings, but the twins also had to share a bed. These two were extremely close with each other and as they got older, they still had to share the same bed, so it became more of a need that someone was laying next to them. As the twins hit their teen years, they always needed someone laying next to them in bed, sort of like a comfort thing, like toddlers with their blankets or teddies. It was the same concept for the twins. And since Moira and her boyfriend had recently broken up and they wouldn't be sleeping in the same bed at night anymore, Moira made her way to Tavin's bedroom. And don't think that the twins cuddled either, because there was always a long body pillow between the two, separating the bed into two halves. It was comforting for the twins to know that someone was laying near them for protection.

And if you're wondering why Tavin had to get out of bed when Moira came into his room the night before, it was because he had to get the body pillow out of the closet.

When Tavin stood up on the warm, soft, dark navy blue plush carpeting that lined the floor of his bedroom, he felt he soreness on the last two toes on his right foot. When he was on his way back with the pillow in the darkness of the night, Tavin stubbed his two baby toes on the desk chair and yelled a profane word out loud. There was nothing he could do about it then, but this morning, he could definitely see bruising and felt the extreme soreness still.

His toes were definitely broken and he was going to have to deal with it unfortunately enough. Sneakers were going to be a pain in the ass to wear for sure, but he wasn't a sandal or flip flop wearing type of guy, so sneakers were a must for this male. Call him crazy, but he felt that flip flops and sandals were too feminine for men, so that was the reason why Tavin wouldn't dare put a pair on his feet, though, he would steal Moira's designer shades to wear all day long. But enough of the background, onto the legit stuff now.

Once Tavin was out of bed, he woke up Moira and told her to go get ready for school. A reluctant as she was now, as soon as Tavin went into the bathroom attached to his bedroom, she would get up to make sure that she wasn't around when Tavin finished his shower and walked out in just his towel to find clothes. About ten or so minutes later, Tavin walked out of the bathroom, showered, shaved, and sprayed with cologne. His smell, invigorating; his face, hairless. Oh and don't forget about his pearly whites. Let me tell you, brushing your teeth in the shower is one of the most convenient things ever! You can spit the toothpaste down the drain and not have to worry about anything hitting the mirror above the sink or the area around the sink.

Once Tavin was in his bedroom again, he went around his room to the various places where he stored his clothes. His one dresser, then the other, then even making a stop at his closet for a new belt. Once Tavin had pulled everything together for the right outfit, he dried himself off with his towel and got dressed. He then grabbed everything that he used to study with from the night before, when his mother told them that he had to go study for his classes, and put everything into his backpack and slung it over his shoulder and went downstairs to the kitchen. This morning in the Mancini/Kensington kitchen was like every other. The two eldest girls and Mrs. Mancini were cooking breakfast for everyone else in the house. Flinging his bag to the door, Tavin pulled up a seat next to his twin sister and put his arm around her. "Thanks to you, I have two broken toes." He then released her and took the plate that Kendra was holding out for him.

Once everyone was served, the family ate and discussed their plans for the afternoon. Tavin didn't have any, because he never planned out anything. It was always whatever happened that happened with this boy. Once he was done eating, Tavin stood up, pushed in his chair, and put his dirty plate in the sink, rinsing it off with cold water. "Moira, I'll be in the car. Don't make it to long of a wait this time, please," was what he said to his sister. Tavin always drove Moira to school, because he didn't like her driving herself or being on the public bus. Call him crazy for wanting to protect his twin, but he didn't care; he did what he had to do to keep her safe.

It was only about three minutes later that Moira came out of the house and got into Tavin's car, gladly bought and fully paid for by the Mancini patriarch. It was one of the only things that Tavin legit took care of like a human that he was given. He didn't want anything happening to that car at all, nor did he ever let anyone inside of it, around it, or especially in the driver's seat; not even Moira herself.

It was only a ten minute drive to school from the Mancini household and this morning, without traffic, it took only five.

Once at school, Tavin took his normal parking spot, made sure that there weren't any scratches on the car currently, then grabbed his backpack out of the backseat and closed and locked the doors. "I'll text you later and let you know if I have practice or not," he told Moira before walking away. Moira and Tavin may have been twins, but they definitely hung out with two very different crowds, even though Tavin was certainly welcome in the cool crowd. Tavin felt that you had to be a bit heartless and very ruthless to be part of the so-called 'it' crowd, because all they did was make fun of people and talk shit on everyone around them to make themselves feel better. Tavin himself though, was the quiet loner type. He stuck to being friends with his teammates and a few of his classmates, but was willing to talk to anyone that was willing to talk to him back.

As soon as Tavin entered the building, he went for his locker, putting away a few unneeded books that he currently had in his backpack and then grabbed a few of the ones that he would be needing throughout this hot and sticky Monday at school. After that, he headed for his first class of the day. Honestly, Tavin had the same routine at school and had been doing this same routine for so long, that he couldn't even remember which class he was going to, he just knew where to go and what seat was his; the fourth room on the right and the seat in-between some blonde girl and some gothic looking chick. And when Tavin entered the classroom, he noticed that the blonde haired girl was the only other one in the room. "Hey," he said, trying not to make some sort of awkwardness arise between the two of them. After all, Tavin grew up where if you entered a room and someone was already there, it was only polite to say hello to them first, before they had the chance to say it to you.

( outfit for tavin <3 )

[lagan michelle michaud]

maybe i need some rehab, or

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or maybe just need some sleep

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i got a sick obsession

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lagan lost track of the time she sat there, having it been longer than ten minutes. (she had an extraordinarily short attention span.) but anyway, students had began to arrive in the classroom, allowing lagan to observe quietly from her seat in the middle of the room. they entered, dropping off their things and then exiting the room, wanting to spend the last few minutes with comrades until the final bell rang. jocks, nerds, preps, etc all walked in and walked out, the door hardly empty. only a few people stayed behind--a couple of people in the back, and one of them who sat right next to her.

she looked over to see a nicely tanned boy, quite attractive she might add, beside her. she knew his name, seeing that he was in the class, as tavin kensington. he was a richer boy with a large family and was pretty popular for sports or something. but lagan didn't judge people on the way they were on the social ladder or how they acted in public--she judged them on private affairs and how they acted around their friends. from what she heard, he was nice enough.

so when he sat next to her and said hello, she offered him a friendly smile. "hi," she responded, looking back at her binder which was smack dab in the middle of her small desk. "you're tavin, right?" she asked, hoping to start some sort of conversation between the two, wanting to make her morning at least a couple notches better on the excitement of the day scale. "i'm lagan," she decided to add, wanting to be polite. i mean, if she was going to sit in this classroom, she was going to have to do it with someone else or else she might go mad.

it was only first period and the walls were already starting to close in on her, making her feel claustrophobic and wanting to escape the place. she didn't really know what else to say to this tavin boy, and instead just waited for him to speak first.