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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=style, width: 430px; height: 500px,btable][STYLE=margin-top: -100px; border-top: 3px solid black; border-bottom: 3px solid black; border-left: 5px solid black; width: 150px; overflow: hidden;][/style][STYLE=text-align: justify; font-family: courier; color: black; font-size: 12px; letter-spacing: -1; padding-left: 3px; padding-right: 12px; border-left: 5px solid black; margin-top: 15px;]Tags: OPEN![/style][STYLE=text-align: justify; font-family: courier; color: black; font-size: 12px; letter-spacing: -1; padding-left: 3px; padding-right: 12px; border-left: 5px solid black; margin-top: 15px;]Words: 579[/style] [STYLE=text-align: justify; font-family: courier; color: black; font-size: 12px; letter-spacing: -1; padding-left: 3px; padding-right: 10px; border-left: 5px solid black; margin-top: -10px;]Notes: Snag dis![/style]	[STYLE=border-left: 20px solid black; font-family: Bodoni MT Black; color: black; padding: top: 15px; padding-left: 5px; font-style: bold; line-height: 0.7; font-size: 40px; margin-left: -12px; height: 500px; text-transform: uppercase;] [/style]	[STYLE=text-align: justify; font-family: courier; font-size: 11px; letter-spacing: -1; border: 0px; height: 500px; margin-left: 5px; color: black; line-height: 0.9; overflow: auto;]"Go long!" Hayden called as he ran backward to throw a football to a friend. He and a handful of good friends had decided to head to the beach for a day. Hayden had a little while to wait before he had to go back to acting. He knew that once he took the dive, he wasn't going to go back to the medical field for decades. If he didn't make it, he would always have that, but he didn't know if he would be happy if he didn't make it. His dreams were large and unrealistic, but he was still going to go for what he had been trying to achieve since he was a young teenager. The man chucked the football at his friend and laughed when it fell onto the sand. Going long wasn't the best choice, but that was okay. It was entertaining for Hayden. He stopped moving backward as he laughed at his friend. When he was paying no attention, the other man got his revenge by chucking it back in Hayden's direction. It hit the ground beside him with a loud thug. "Hey!" Hayden called, laughing still. One of the girls in the group walked toward him. "Why don't we go to the boardwalk?" she asked him, putting a soft hand on his bare arm. "Yeah," he shrugged, unconcerned with which route they took. He was having a good time, so either choice was fine with him. He had plans of his own for later, so the activities they chose now didn't matter. He waved the others over to make their way over to the boardwalk to see the small kiosks and shops that were usually reserved for avid tourists and visitors. Once the group was busy, Hayden slipped away and made his way over to his favorite part of the beach: the part where he was able to rent out a jet ski. It wasn't that he didn't like his friends, but he was ready to be on his own. No one was going to tell him to go quickly or slowly on it. Even if he was probably going to go slowly, he liked the feeling that he got when he was outside, not inside air-conditioned shops with pained hermit crabs and seashell necklaces. Once he rented one out, he climbed onto it and rode it out into the deeper parts of the ocean, careful to search for debris on his way. When he was far enough, he could see different boats in the distance, filled with people who were fishing or tubing or simply lazing in the sun. He continued his ride, glad that the waves weren't dangerous like the ones he had once seen in Hawaii. That was where people chose to surf, which could be extremely dangerous. Each time Hayden stopped, he made sure to check the straps on his lifejacket. Some could say that Hayden was a paranoid person, but he was simply worrisome about his own health. As a former athlete and drug addict, he wanted to keep his body clean. He had a drink every once in a while, but he couldn't remember the last time he got drunk. His parents seemed to; they liked to make year marks. It had probably been about a decade. Hayden stopped his jet ski as a boat sailed by him. He waved politely, breathing heavily from the adrenaline rush. "How're ya?" he asked, nodding a bit at them.[/style]
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[derek]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,width: 476px;] whoa, mona lisa, you're guaranteed to run this town. whoa, mona lisa, i'd pay to see you frown. say what you mean, tell me i’m right, and let the sun rain down on me. give me a sign, i wanna believe. — panic at the disco, the ballad of mona lisa Having come back from New York late last night, Derek didn't think he'd be up for festivities at the lake. Sure, Richie had mentioned heading out on the boat a couple weeks ago, but d-day didn't have to land on the day after his return from the Big Apple. Derek was absolutely exhausted when his phone rang at nine that morning. "Hello?" he mumbled. "Derek! My man, are you coming or not?" Derek blinked back the sleepiness from his eyes and glanced at the clock: 9:35. "Where am I going?" Derek asked. "The boat? How could you forget about our plans, man?" Oh, right. The boat. Derek released a tired, frustrated sigh and stood up with Richie's complaining entering one ear and right out the other. "Yeah, yeah. Calm down, I'm coming." Derek ended the call right then and there. Richie was unable to finish his phrase because Derek honestly didn't want to hear anymore of him. He and Richard met in high school after Derek moved up from Germany. At the time, Derek's accent was strong and evident. Nights at practices with various sports teams and attending American classes rid Derek of his natural tongue within a few years. People definitely poked fun at him for the way he spoke. Unlike a British accent, girls didn't find his German spiel nearly as entertaining. That didn't mean he was ashamed of it, however. People often confused the general public for the Nazi population. Many Germans during that time period were as equally victims of Hitler's reign as the minorities that people had come to pity. People liked to make assumptions of people, and for the time being, Nazi demon was the role that Derek was unfortunate enough to represent. His attitude probably didn't help his case. Moody and aggressive, he fit the stereotype well. Today, he planned on keeping his cool and enjoying a day out on the ocean. Richie's skiff was great. Though small, the stereo and endless supply of beer was all Derek and his buddies needed to have a swell time. If he wasn't mistaken, a handful of pretty ladies would be boarding that vessel, too. There was nothing more enjoyable than a few girls in bikinis hopped up on a couple drinks. Last time, Richie invited a girl named Lola. She lived up to her promiscuous name. Three or four drinks later, she was more than willing to have a bit of fun under the covers. It was a shame her so-called boyfriend had been around. Derek thought she would have been fun, and his disappointment only continued when he realized she wasn't available to enhance their day's agenda. She had yoga or something to go to. Derek was left with Richie and his current girlfriend, Rachel. She was a nice gal. Gorgeous, too. For someone Rich picked up at a dive bar, she was a sweet lady. Derek would have liked her more if she was single. He drank his beer between playful banters concerning all three of the boat's passengers. Around mid-afternoon, Derek looked out and spotted someone he knew. Hayden. "Third-wheeling," Derek joked, grinning. "What about you, man?" Richard cut the engine, and the boat drifted to a smooth halt. Derek was grateful for another face to speak to. Rich and Rach were great and all, but their PDA only increased as their minds fell to the beer. Take now, for example. Rachel's giggles split the air solely because Rich was tickling her. Derek had half a mind to turn around and chide them, but he knew he didn't have the power to do that. It was Richard's boat. Instead, Derek breathed an annoyed sigh. tags, Hayden Scott words,

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notes, Sorry for the wait<3

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=style, width: 430px; height: 500px,btable][STYLE=margin-top: -100px; border-top: 3px solid black; border-bottom: 3px solid black; border-left: 5px solid black; width: 150px; overflow: hidden;][/style][STYLE=text-align: justify; font-family: courier; color: black; font-size: 12px; letter-spacing: -1; padding-left: 3px; padding-right: 12px; border-left: 5px solid black; margin-top: 15px;]Tags: char as derek moschella[/style][STYLE=text-align: justify; font-family: courier; color: black; font-size: 12px; letter-spacing: -1; padding-left: 3px; padding-right: 12px; border-left: 5px solid black; margin-top: 15px;]Words: 541[/style] [STYLE=text-align: justify; font-family: courier; color: black; font-size: 12px; letter-spacing: -1; padding-left: 3px; padding-right: 10px; border-left: 5px solid black; margin-top: -10px;]Notes: YAY![/style]	[STYLE=border-left: 20px solid black; font-family: Bodoni MT Black; color: black; padding: top: 15px; padding-left: 5px; font-style: bold; line-height: 0.7; font-size: 40px; margin-left: -12px; height: 500px; text-transform: uppercase;] [/style]	[STYLE=text-align: justify; font-family: courier; font-size: 11px; letter-spacing: -1; border: 0px; height: 500px; margin-left: 5px; color: black; line-height: 0.9; overflow: auto;]Though Hayden could be shy at first, he was an outgoing guy once he was comfortable in his skin. It wasn't difficult to make friends in LA, but he did like time away from the ladies every once in a while. Hayden wasn't ignorant, but he also wasn't cocky; he knew that women were drawn to him, but he never really spoke of it and tried not to steal game from his guy friends. It wasn't like Hayden to make a big deal out of any girl, mostly because he knew what he liked when he liked it, and he didn't take his flings seriously. It would probably hurt him if he did so. He didn't care to find out, really, so Hayden chose to be single and have fun. He was still young, after all. He would probably feel shitty for doing it at thirty, but he felt like he could be a sexually confused twenty-something year old. That was allowed in society, not the whole thirty-going-on-twenty-one act. That was just messed up. He asked himself why he had strayed from his friends, but he just didn't feel like being around them. Surely, they wouldn't be too concerned. Hayden had a way of sticking his head in the clouds and not coming out for a few hours on end, so they knew that he would be off and alright. As long as the guy wasn't smothered, he was content, and anyone who knew him could respect that fact. He expected to ride on the jet ski for a while, but seeing Derek made him reconsider his plans. The man was on a boat with two people. Hayden could just sense the alcohol. What was a boat ride without alcohol? He grinned at Derek, waving at him. The boat came to a stop, and Hayden knew that he was going to have to figure out a way to rescue Derek from his third-wheeling situation. He smiled sheepishly at the man like he could feel his pain. "Doesn't sound like much fun," he chuckled. "I've just been... I don't know, getting away from that." His thumb pointed at the beach and boardwalk that were swarming with people. Hayden looked at the couple, nodding a bit in their direction before holding up a weak wave. Hayden wasn't really one for small talk, but he did want to rescue Derek from his suffering somehow. He pulled the jet ski up to the boat in one smooth motion. "Mind if I climb on?" he asked Derek. When the man nodded back, Hayden hauled himself onto the boat. He wasn't too wet from the water, but he still remained on the side to make sure he wasn't making a huge mess by getting on the boat. He took a seat beside Derek. "This is actually really nice," he commented. In all honesty, Hayden was getting used to living the broke life as an ER volunteer and rising star. He wasn't used to the luxuries of life anymore. He came from a rich family, but they were only rich in terms of a small town economy, not the big leagues. Now, he was a bit distraught, but he was coping. It made him appreciate fancy things more.[/style]
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[derek]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,width: 476px;] whoa, mona lisa, you're guaranteed to run this town. whoa, mona lisa, i'd pay to see you frown. say what you mean, tell me i’m right, and let the sun rain down on me. give me a sign, i wanna believe. — panic at the disco, the ballad of mona lisa If anyone knew anything about wanting to escape the rush of society, Derek was a strong candidate. He hated the buzz of the big city, but he was strangely addicted to the bustle. He came from Germany's capital when he was young, so he didn't remember much of it. His mother came and landed a job as a cinematographer when they first arrived. She was an illegal member of the work force, but no one seemed to care. She didn't come of ass the typical "illegal alien" despite her strong German accent. No one interrogated her because she was Caucasian, as sad as it was. Hiding worked well for his family until Derek's father completely lost his temper and got involved with the authorities. Derek probably would have been cast away too had it not been for his visa application he'd submitted when he turned eighteen. At the time, Derek had asked his parents to become legal citizens with him, but they were afraid of the consequences. Derek promised nothing would happen to them. They could take on amnesty. Unfortunately, his pleads had little effect. He supposed all immigrants were afraid of being caught. Derek probably would have slept better if they'd just applied for some sort of visa, but their minds had been made. Like Derek, his parents were impossible to convince of anything else once their mind had been made up. He learned that through them. Derek was exactly who he was because of his parent's upbringing, though he'd rebelled since his father's deportment. Today, he was taking a day off from the life of a badass to relax. Sure, his friends were making him somewhat uncomfortable (and secretly envious), but there was hope! Derek laughed, balancing his options with his hands. "Free boat ride, a little PDA," he said as he did so. "I can tolerate a couple kisses. It's purely PG-13." He looked back at Rich who had scoffed at his comment. Derek was grinning mischievously. Richard was surprisingly insecure. Rachel kissed his cheek when she noticed how bashful he was. "Eh," Derek breathed, turning away from the happy couple. Derek's eyes followed Hayden's thumb to the crowded boardwalk. All of the crowds looked like a colony of ants. Various dots moved along with a blur of color. As if reading Derek's mind, Hayden pulled the jetski up to the boat. "Mind if I climb on?" he asked. Derek nodded. He had no idea where they'd put the jetski. He wondered if they could attach the ski to a buoy or something. Hayden didn't seem all that concerned about it, however. Why should Derek be, then? He scooted over to make some room for his friend. Rachel smiled in his direction. "Hi!" she piped up. Derek glanced in her direction. "Rachel, Hayden. Hayden, Rachel. Richard, Hayden. Hayden, Richard," Derek quickly filled them in. Introductions always bored him no matter who the people in question were. His rush of words displayed his distaste for them nicely. He paused for a moment. Pumped Up Kicks by Foster The People was playing on the radio. "Can I get you anything to drink?" Derek asked. "Beer?" He chuckled, opening the cooler. "'Cause that's all we have." tags, Hayden Scott words,

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notes, / jigs

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[derek]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,width: 476px;] whoa, mona lisa, you're guaranteed to run this town. whoa, mona lisa, i'd pay to see you frown. say what you mean, tell me i’m right, and let the sun rain down on me. give me a sign, i wanna believe. — panic at the disco, the ballad of mona lisa Derek wasn't sure how he'd met Hayden. He wasn't sure how he met half the people he spent time with these days. He couldn't put a finger on how long he'd known the boy, either. They were roughly the same age, give or take a couple from his age. Derek thought he was a nice guy to hang out with. They shared a lot of the same values when it came to women. He always suspected something terrible had happened to the guy before he'd gone to pursue his dreams, but Derek knew better than to ask why. People didn't like to reveal their deepest, darkest secrets. They wouldn't be secrets if everyone was open about all of the sins they'd committed. Derek respected his privacy. Hayden respected his. That's probably why they were able to get along as well as they did. They barely knew anything about each other. It worked. Now, Rachel, Richard, and Hayden didn't pay all that much attention to each other once names were exchanged. The usual pleasantries were exchanged and that was the extent. Rich had his girl to keep him company. Derek now had Hayden to keep him occupied. That worked as well. To be honest, Derek was surprised Hayden didn't have some girl or another clinging to him. In a completely heterosexual take, Hayden was a good-looking fellow. Derek wasn't too proud to admit it. He was exactly what girls needed in order to drop their panties. Derek speculated that was why the bachelor life worked so well for him. That's why Derek was content with being alone. Men their age were still permitted to hop from bed to bed without guilt. He probably couldn't say so in a few years. That's why he lived life now to its absolute potential. Derek reached for the cooler when Hayden agreed to a drink. The beer opener slid off the lid, but Derek managed to snatch the tool mid-air. He snapped off the top of the bottle and handed Hayden his drink. "There you go," he muttered, throwing the discarded cap into the cooler before slamming the lid down. Derek's eyes moved to the jet ski floating alongside the stationary boat. Both vehicles were slowly drifting with the current. Luckily, the current was cooperating by moving the two in unison. The boat surfed one wave. The jet ski managed to overcome them as well. "You don't want to give her a go?" Hayden questioned. Derek's eyes snapped to his friend's face. "I never said that," Derek pointed out. He'd love to ride the jet ski for a bit. In fact, he was just then collecting the nerve to ask Hayden that very thing. "You renting it out?" Derek asked. There was a place near the boardwalk that had a ton lined up every day to be rented for however long a paying customer wanted. Derek had gotten caught up in a deal once or twice before. He'd tried the paddle boards, too. Those took a lot more concentration than Derek cared to invest. The waves made staying upright impossible. Derek's lack of balance obviously didn't help the matters, either. tags, Hayden Scott words,

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notes, i'm backkk.

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[derek]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,width: 476px;] whoa, mona lisa, you're guaranteed to run this town. whoa, mona lisa, i'd pay to see you frown. say what you mean, tell me i’m right, and let the sun rain down on me. give me a sign, i wanna believe. — panic at the disco, the ballad of mona lisa A date. Gee, Derek couldn't remember the last time he'd gone anywhere with a female companion on his arm. He absolutely loathed the conclusions paparazzi came to when he was walking with women. He preferred to fly solo for that reason. His face wasn't as known as it could be due to his days under the radar. He could very well be an "it" boy like many of his friends had become, but the limelight wasn't for him. "I thought they'd be included in the package," Derek admitted. He had honestly thought Rich would have brought more than one for himself. He usually did. Derek couldn't convince himself Richard had brought a small party because they needed to catch up. Richard knew all he needed to from angst-filled Facebook posts. That's all anyone needed to know in order to see how Derek has been. He'd be hesitant to invite a gal along for a ride. Taking that leap of faith was something he couldn't trust himself with. After the Hailie fiasco, Derek decided to take a break from relationships. He couldn't say she was the infamous "one" everyone dreamed of meeting. As far as he was concerned, she was another blip in his life. A good blip, he'd admit. At the time, he'd been in love with her. There was a reason why she'd been in his life for the majority of three years. Impulse and insensitivity had been the end of that chapter in his life. He'd committed the crime of faithlessness, and he was attacked with various flying objects when the blonde bombshell found out. Whoops. Derek couldn't look back on their time together and regret any of it. He wasn't sure he remembered how serious he was about Hailie now that more than a few months buried his memories in the dirt. He loved her, though. Derek used to love visiting the beach with her. Had Richard purchased his boat three years prior, Hailie would probably be on the boat with them at that moment. She'd be his date no matter what. That was the thing, though. Hailie wasn't here. Derek had no idea where she was. Quick glances at gossip magazines said Los Angeles, but time moved by in a different fashion in the industry. One day someone might be in New York. In two days, they might very well be in Bulgaria filming for three months. Nothing was constant. Everything was interchanging. Derek was grateful for days in a life he thought he left behind. Ironically, a day on the boat with two infatuated beings was a breath of fresh air. "Yeah, I bike," Derek confirmed. Hayden moved towards to jet ski, so Derek set down his beer and did so as well. Hayden accused him of being accused of sharks, and Derek had to admit the oceanic beasts were the last thing on his mind. He cast his friend a skeptical look and dived straight into the water without a word. His arms stroked the water with an uneven rhythm until he touched base. He climbed up onto the jet ski and ignited the engine. "This is how it's done," Derek mused, gauging the throttle as he pressed into motion. tags, Hayden Scott words,

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[derek]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,width: 476px;] whoa, mona lisa, you're guaranteed to run this town. whoa, mona lisa, i'd pay to see you frown. say what you mean, tell me i’m right, and let the sun rain down on me. give me a sign, i wanna believe. — panic at the disco, the ballad of mona lisa Derek had been eying the jet-ski since the moment Hayden came into view. Subconsciously, he'd yearned for the invitation to take a spin. Driving was something that he enjoyed. Something so common didn't seem like a big deal, but there was a calming relief about being behind the wheel, handlebars, or whatever else was used to steer a transportation device. Whenever Derek was upset, he'd climb on his motorcycle and take a spin around his neighborhood. Once, he ended up three hours away from his house and ended up bunking at a motel for the night. Derek had driven everything he could get his grubby hands on. Before he earned his license, dirt bikes satisfied his thrill. Before dirt bikes, he'd make do with scooters and skateboards. Now that he was a big boy, however, motorcycles and sports cars were truly the only capable mechanisms to cure his adrenaline fix. He released an airy chuckle when Hayden pointed out a very true, very obvious fact about the female population. Most girls had enough of self-respect to require some serious foreplay in order to drop their panties. These chicks were usually the religion-bound bible-thumpers who'd made their pledge to the lord or quite possibly the college majors hoping to become financially stable before engaging in a relationship with a man. Derek enjoyed the challenge from time to time, but Hayden was right. The ones who gave in without much prodding were the easier prey, and because of their flighty natures, a good fling wouldn't last more than a day on the ocean, which was fine for Derek. Commitment to anything but himself wasn't really his cup of tea. "Well, I'm not looking to get hitched any time soon," Derek relayed matter-of-factly. He had too much of his bachelor life ahead of him to be tangled up in that drama. There were so many jet-skis to ride. Too many castles to repel off of. If he'd uttered "I do" in this day and age, he'd be saying "Hasta Luego" to the good life. He wasn't ready to do so. Not yet, especially when he was about to race off into the salty spray of the ocean. Derek had no problem speeding away from the boat at increasing speeds. The machine bobbed with the speed impacting the rolling waves. He'd admit it'd be traumatic if a monstrous Great White decided to fling itself at him, and the following publicity of the man whom was eaten by Jaws would really be a shame. He didn't want his face on the magazines alive. He sure the hell didn't want to be televised dead. People would speak his name in fear rather than accomplishment, and Derek just wasn't sure he'd be able to die happy with that in mind. So, spooked by his own thoughts, he drove careful. Richard and Rachel called out to him when he grew close. Sometimes he waved. Right now, he needed to go deeper. The waves were gnarlier out there, and he wanted to see what the jet-ski was made of. Making a sharp U-turn, Derek sped into the depths of the ocean. The waves were rolling erratically out where he'd gone. Richard's boat was visible, but Derek could hold his forefinger and thumb into the air about two inches apart and frame the boat. His plan was to speed forward and flip. He'd done it once before. He'd been a teenager back then. Now that he wasn't, it'd be interesting to see if he still had some aerial skill invested in him. "Here we go," he breathed. Throttle revved, jet ski spurting forward, and Derek's face covered with spray, he jumped a wave and initiated the flip. About halfway through, he lost his footing and splashed into the water. The ski soon followed, and he tumbled in the waves for a moment before resurfacing. The ski continued to chug along in a circle around him, and his back stung from slapping the water. He needed to get back to the jet ski before he was dragged under again. Shouldn't be too hard, Derek thought, beginning to paddle towards the ski. tags, Hayden Scott words,

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He and Derek shared many common interests and life views. The two certainly agreed on saving marriage for later and enjoying life at the moment. Hayden also understood that they were both athletic and creative. What made them different was the fact that Derek was a daredevil. Hayden wasn't a wuss about things, but he didn't like putting himself into mortal danger. His past brought that fear to him; he had been the reckless type at one point, but watching someone die was a really serious way of getting him to press the brakes on alcoholism and hard drugs. He wasn't that type of person anymore, and the caution he exhibited at parties was contagious. It spread to his everyday behavior. It was easily concealed, of course, but seeing Derek getting ready to take off on that jet ski was bringing that obsessive-compulsive side of Hayden to the surface of his consciousness. Derek was off before Hayden could say another word. He watched the man make a U-turn. Hay's mind was already racing with a million terrible things that could happen: Derek could fall off, get attacked by a shark, hit into the boat, run over a swimmer, hit into random debris... Hayden's face was in a horrified, twisted state as he watched and imagined each incident in full detail. He was trying to take deep breaths and pretend like he was some normal shirtless guy on a boat with two strangers, but he wasn't; he was a medical school graduate with the most cautious attitude toward any adrenaline rush. He was all for good times, but Derek was being reckless. Even from afar, Hayden could see the glimmer in the man's eye that said that he would do anything for that shot of blood-pumping action. Hayden had seen that kind of look before. He had seen someone die with that exact same look at his eyes. Hayden could see what Derek loved so much about biking. It was a passion for some people to go out and put themselves in danger. For them, a mild life was impossible. For them, a mild life was an unhappy one. Hayden understood that sentiment; he had experienced it every day as a sixteen-year-old. It was hard to watch Derek act this way; he expected something terrible to happen, and before he knew it, Derek was obviously making plans as to what he was going to do next on the jet ski. Hayden watched his calculated movements on the vehicle before realizing what he was about to do. He was already closer to the edge of the boat, watching. He expected Derek to make it, despite his worry; Derek usually knew what he was doing, it seemed, when it came down to going full-speed on dangerous vessels of transportation. As Hayden watched what was about to happen, he realized his mistake in judgment. The moment he heard the slap of bare skin upon the water, Hayden dove in to make his way to Derek. "Shit, shit," he huffed as he paddled smoothly to Derek. The jet ski was his last concern. Even a guy with money issues wasn't going to put Derek's health behind the jet ski's. Hayden had a doctor's mind, after all, and he needed to know that Derek was alright. The first thing he did was check the perimeter for any blood; the injury could have been serious. It was a relief to see that Derek was obviously still conscious. Hayden nearly crossed over to Derek, but he noticed that the jet ski was still chugging in a rather speedy circle. He quickened his pace and pulled himself up unsteadily. He turned the key and made sure the machine was slowing down before letting it run its last spurt nearby. He was too concerned with Derek. He finally paddled toward the man. "Are you alright?" he asked, wondering if if was necessary to help the guy back to the boat. The waves pushed the two, but Hayden waded in a steady spot. "That was dangerous man," he added, a few octaves to high. He wasn't angry just yet, only concerned.[/style]
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[derek]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,width: 476px;] whoa, mona lisa, you're guaranteed to run this town. whoa, mona lisa, i'd pay to see you frown. say what you mean, tell me i’m right, and let the sun rain down on me. give me a sign, i wanna believe. — panic at the disco, the ballad of mona lisa Yes! Derek thought. The jet ski was exactly what he'd been craving. The jet ski was everything he needed to feel the heartbeat he often ignored. The rhythm beat in his temple, his stomach, his appendages. Speeding off on the jet ski was the greatest decision he'd made all day. He sure the hell wasn't going to feel a thing safe and sound on Richard's boat. He wasn't sure he could say the same for Hayden. Each time he passed near the boat, Hayden's eyes seemed to be bulging out of his eye sockets. In a way, he reminded Derek of his mother. She always hovered the premises whenever she sensed he was about to do something stupid. Hayden seemed to have that maternal sixth sense. Should he be worried? A laugh jolted from his lips.  Admittedly, falling from midair spooked the twenty-seven year old. He hadn't expected to go tumbling into the dark ocean water below, and the possibility of the jet ski landing on him was a prominent thought. The sting from the initial slap was beginning to recede now that time had elapsed. The cool ocean water helped soothe the "injury". He was good as new to continue his mad parade, but Hayden had other plans. Looking towards the ski, she realized another man was climbing onto its surface to shut it down-- Hayden. Derek looked at him quizzically. The boat was a little ways off. Richard must have sped to his rescue or something. That didn't explain why Hayden had jumped into the water, though. The dude was more paranoid than Derek thought.  "Are you alright?" Hayden asked, his voice full of concern. Derek grinned. "That was fucking epic," he replied. He could see in Hayden's eyes that he didn't think the same. There was a reason why Hayden's guard was always switched to overdrive. There had to be. Derek didn't want to butt his head in the man's business, though. Hayden minded his own business, so it was only fair for Derek to return the favor. He'd probably forget the reason in a few minutes, anyways. Derek's memory was poor. Dementia, he joked. Most interviewers believed him, too. That was the golden piece to the media. As long as he said so, any content was automatically true. If he was secretly a male stripper and told some low-class gossiper about it, they published the news. Their gullibility was actually quite pathetic. Derek pitied them.  He possessed a certain amount of sympathy for Hayden, too. He understood that flipping into the water might be frightening to watch, but there was a reason why Richard remained in the boat. He saw that Derek was still swimming. He saw that there was no need for alarm. Hayden wasn't adapted with that skill. He acted on fear, and Derek could only guess something dire happened to him when he was a puppy. A dog only bit if the trainer taught him to do so, right? "I'm fine, dude," Derek reassured him. "It's not like I'm going to die or anything." There was no blood. There was zero bone damage. As far as Derek was concerned, he'd live. His back would probably be sore in the morning, but that was an ache Derek had grown accustomed to. Needless to say, he'd have some serious back damage when he was old and gray. Oddly enough, he was a-okay with that. You only live once, after all.  tags, Hayden Scott words,

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,width: 476px;] whoa, mona lisa, you're guaranteed to run this town. whoa, mona lisa, i'd pay to see you frown. say what you mean, tell me i’m right, and let the sun rain down on me. give me a sign, i wanna believe. — panic at the disco, the ballad of mona lisa Right away, Derek realized that his comment hadn't flown with Hayden. Derek never really considered how sensitive the other man actually was. It wasn't as if they constantly hung out or anything. Derek had seen him at parties they were mutually invited to. Today was one of the first times they'd spent time together outside of large masses. Honestly, Derek didn't know if there would be another time. He realized how date-like his conclusion probably came off as. That was far from his intentions. Basically, Derek couldn't invest his energy into someone who'd constantly tear down his judgment and treat him like a child. He had his parents do so at one point. He was perfectly certain he didn't share a strand of DNA with the frazzled prince beside him; therefore, he had no right in telling him what to do. Derek stared blankly at him from across the water. His hands and legs tread the water with ease. Every now and then, salty droplets would jump into his mouth, and he'd discard them within the next moment with a collective spitball. Hayden, in the mean time, was ranting about his logic. Derek listened to him with half an ear. "Alright. I get it," Derek sighed, shaking his head. Even though anger was bubbling under the surface, his grin never faded from his features. "Jumping the ski was a bad idea, and I'm sorry if I scared you..." In his opinion, the apology was completely unnecessary. He and Hayden were nearly thirty years old. Technically, they were twelve years into legal adulthood. If Derek wasn't able to take care of himself by now, he'd worry. The fact that he wasn't entirely dead by now said a great deal about his ability to care for himself. Obviously, Hayden didn't get the memo. Then again, the possibility that Derek was in the wrong was also very high. He made some ignorant decisions on a daily basis. If the jet ski was truly his concern, than Derek had no reason to be upset. He'd rented the ski. He'd used his money, and his name was responsible for the vehicle had he damaged it. The reasoning made Derek stop and consider what he'd done wrong. His teeth grit. Being wrong was definitely one of Derek's top pet peeves. He nodded in response to Hayden's precaution and watched the man latch onto the ski. His legs continued to kick at the murky water. His feet were beginning to numb with the temperature. Most people wouldn't dare swim so far out, and Derek's rare paranoia sparked as he remembered he was in the realm of the sharks. "Don't you ever do that again!" Rachel chided as he climbed on board the boat once more. Derek shot a glance in her direction. Despite her tone, he laughed. "Yes, mother," Derek replied, winking. Richard just shook his head. "One of these days, you're going to get yourself killed," he mused, sipping his beer. Maybe that was so. Derek would only know when the end was near, wouldn't he? His mother always predicted he'd one day travel to heaven in some strange, reckless way. Back then, she didn't think sickness would pry her away from him. Derek didn't believe anything so wrong could happen to his family, either. "Sorry again about the ski," Derek shot to Hayden, truly apologetic. tags, Hayden Scott words,

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=style, width: 430px; height: 500px,btable][STYLE=margin-top: -100px; border-top: 3px solid black; border-bottom: 3px solid black; border-left: 5px solid black; width: 150px; overflow: hidden;][/style][STYLE=text-align: justify; font-family: courier; color: black; font-size: 12px; letter-spacing: -1; padding-left: 3px; padding-right: 12px; border-left: 5px solid black; margin-top: 15px;]Tags: char as derek moschella[/style][STYLE=text-align: justify; font-family: courier; color: black; font-size: 12px; letter-spacing: -1; padding-left: 3px; padding-right: 12px; border-left: 5px solid black; margin-top: 15px;]Words: 567[/style] [STYLE=text-align: justify; font-family: courier; color: black; font-size: 12px; letter-spacing: -1; padding-left: 3px; padding-right: 10px; border-left: 5px solid black; margin-top: -10px;]Notes: O:[/style]	[STYLE=border-left: 20px solid black; font-family: Bodoni MT Black; color: black; padding: top: 15px; padding-left: 5px; font-style: bold; line-height: 0.7; font-size: 40px; margin-left: -12px; height: 500px; text-transform: uppercase;] [/style]	[STYLE=text-align: justify; font-family: courier; font-size: 11px; letter-spacing: -1; border: 0px; height: 500px; margin-left: 5px; color: black; line-height: 0.9; overflow: auto;]The tone in Derek's voice was anything but sincere, and it was irritating Hayden. He was actually a temperamental guy, though his anger was never violent. He used to be the kind of person who threw his fist at the next piece of flesh or the nearest wall to blow of steam. Now that he was an adult, he didn't see the need to get into brawls. He had other ways of dealing with his fights. In this case, he had no choice but to step down from the aggravation. He knew that Derek had a different view on the matter. He bit his lip so hard that he was shocked when he didn't start bleeding. He was aware that he had on authority over the fellow actor, but as a doctor, he wanted to lecture the shit out of Derek so he could understand the value of life and health. He wanted to drag the kid to a hospital and make him look at what could happen to him. A few inches to the left and he would have smashed into that jet ski and fucked his entire life up. When Rachel scolded Derek as the two got onto the boat, it only made Hayden feel worse. Even if she was technically agreeing about the fact that Derek was being a reckless fool, Hayden was beginning to wonder if these people took anything seriously. Hayden was humorous and knew how to have a good time, but risking his life wasn't on the list of hobbies. Richard's mention of death just added to the sinking feeling in Hayden's bubbling stomach. His entire body felt a little too warm, hot from a feverish frustration. His jaw was set, carving a vivid line in the man's tan face. He shut his eyes, attempting to count -- "Sorry again about the ski," Derek piped up. Hayden's eyes flitted open. He glared at Derek for a few moments before realizing that his diction had proved that he was being absolutely sincere. Hayden shot a glance at Richard, who had apparently lost interest in their conversation. Hayden turned back to Hayden, biting his lip again as if he were at risk of throwing some unnecessary and cruel words at his friend. He honestly didn't know Derek well enough to have a deep talk about it. He was still angry and still willing to advise Derek not to do that again, though. "It's okay." The man took a seat, but his ass didn't stay in place for a few seconds before he got up again. "You know what? It's not okay. You shouldn't pull shit like that, man," he said, pointing at the vehicle that floated so menacingly in the water. Hayden felt like an older brother in a fight with a younger one; he knew that it would probably frustrate Derek, the free spirit. Hayden knew what it was like to enjoy that adrenaline rush he had experienced it before, after all, and those days had left with the end of his rehab. He hated watching people in their unintentional lack of gratitude for the simple gift of life. Hayden ran a hand along the tattoo on his chest. As religious as he was, he wasn't about to push that on Derek, and it wouldn't convince the man at all. He seemed stubborn and unaccustomed to making changes in his own life.[/style]
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