MY LUCKY STRIKE / open

[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 Upon returning to the boat, the mood was anything but tranquil. Richard and Rachel seemed to be oblivious to the spanning tension between Hayden and Derek. Unfortunately, Derek wasn't. The tension was thicker than brick, and he honestly didn't want to be lectured if that's all Hayden intended to do. That's part of the reason why he owned up to his actions and apologized. Hayden was a decent, understanding man. Derek honestly thought he'd take his apology into consideration and move on with his life. Life wasn't that simple, however, and a moment of relief was soon interrupted by a change of heart. A passive "it's okay" was transformed into an argument. Derek's anger quickly heated once more. Why couldn't Hayden understand that Derek knew what the hell he was doing? He didn't need someone holding his hand through life. Quite frankly, Derek was through with his cowardice. Right now, Hayden was literally towering over him. Derek was sitting across the boat from him, offering an olive branch. Hayden decided to reject his treaty and dominate over his sitting form. If Hayden's intention was to make Derek feel inferior, he succeeded. Red hot anger pulsed through him. One tiny action could have the grandest impacts on the way outcomes came to be. Derek hadn't spent much more time with Hayden than a half an hour and he was sick of his presence. A thin thread between reason and irrationality held his fists firmly at his sides. Had Hayden been someone chosen from a crowd at random, Derek would have already dug his clenched fists into the flesh of his face. Their friendship, no matter how meager it may be, kept him in line. Clipping his friend with a right hook wasn't going to solve any of their problems. Of course, that didn't make the temptation any less irresistible. Violence was Derek's answer for everything. "Calm the fuck down," Derek cautioned, glaring. At this point, the twenty-seven year old thought that Hayden misjudged his place. Last time he checked, Derek had been the one to invite him aboard. He could just as easily banish him into the same solitude he'd been in before. That would certainly eliminate any fury Derek couldn't contain, correct? With the problem set to the side, he could try to salvage the rest of his day on board Richard's ship. "You know," Derek allowed, surrendering to his emotions, "Maybe we should head home." Derek glanced at Richard. His high school comrade cast him a withering gaze. "What the fuck, man!" He obviously wasn't on the same wavelength as Derek. For whatever reason, his ignorance set Derek off even more. Another roweled up male had entered the ring. "You're more than welcome to swim your ass back to shore," Richard continued. "If you don't mind, I'd like to finish off my day on a good note." Derek stared at him, equally enraged and stung by Richard's bitter retort. "Whatever, man," Derek sighed. "It's your boat." tags, Hayden Scott words,

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notes, closing soon? (:

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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: 566[/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;]Of Hayden's better qualities, forgiveness seemed to be lacking. He didn't know how to forgive people for not seeing what he saw, which was just another part of how stubborn Hayden could be. He wasn't always one to compromise, and when it came down to being good to oneself and treating the body like a temple, he wanted everyone to catch on. Watching some guy nearly kill himself on a jet ski was unpleasant for someone like Hay. Derek didn't understand what was wrong with Hayden in that department, and Hayden didn't want anyone to figure it out. Watching someone die and lying about it to the authorities was something that Hayden wouldn't dare wish on his worst enemy. As angry as he was with Derek, he still felt that bitter seed in his heart that told him that Derek simply didn't understand Hayden enough to forgive his pounding anger. Instead, Hayden looked like the asshole who didn't want to forgive. And at this moment, Hayden was okay with that. Hayden watched the tides turn in Derek's dark eyes. What Hayden saw in Derek's eyes truly frightened him, and those colors must have shown in Hayden's stormy, cowering eyes. He didn't want to fight. He would if he had to, but there were ways out of this hell of a mess, and Hayden didn't want to go back to fights. He had enough fights in his life, and he used to be one of the most terrifying guys in high school. He couldn't be paid to go back there, and whatever Derek was about to do could never get a violent reaction out of Hayden. Instead of responding with anger, he put his hands up in surrender. The day was over and whatever fun he had been having with Derek had melted away. Hayden had wanted solitude, and now he was going to go back onto that jet ski and ride away. He couldn't see this day ending any other way. Anything else would be awkward. Hayden had a group of friends to get back to. He took a few steps back before meeting Richard's gaze. "I'd be happy to leave," Hayden said coldly. His diction was not that of a petulant child but a grown man who didn't want to destroy what thin relationship he had with Derek. They were friends and would probably end up working together at some point; it didn't seem wise to create a lasting conflict with the guy. If they parted ways now, forgiveness could still be reached. Hayden's lip twitched into a small smile when he met the girl's apologetic eyes. She seemed a bit afraid that the situation would escalate even further, but Hayden made sure to make his exit apparent. Even Derek wasn't as hostile as Richard, which did surprise him. At that moment, he felt bad. Hayden had tried to show his concern for Derek. Instead, the situation was made into an argument when it shouldn't have gone that way. Hayden didn't try to fix his mistake, though, instead diving in to make his way to the jet ski. He climbed on without trouble, knowing that he had to hurry or the Richard asshole was about to start the boat and cause some currents. Hayden turned the key and thanked the Lord when the vehicle started up. He made no eye contact as he sped away.[/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 Derek hadn't even wanted to make the trip out to the beach in the first place. He was tired from a night of traveling, and being thrust from his sleep at nine in the morning because of some wake-up call definitely didn't make matters worse. Truth be told, he'd been chugging beer for a majority of the day on an empty stomach. All Richard had stocked into the compartments of his boat were stale chips and some Weight Watchers granola bars. Derek hadn't been interested in either option. Hayden's strange reaction to the ski was irritating, yes, but it wasn't the sole reason why Derek exploded the way he had. His relaxing day on the beach had been nothing more than a marathon of ooey-gooey, lust-infested interactions. He'd invited Hayden on board as a distraction, and now he'd managed a way to trash that opportunity, too. Honestly, Derek was the most frustrated with himself. He often dug various graves to lie in. His actions were better suited for action movies. Sometimes, Derek just couldn't tell the difference. Protagonists in dramas were usually mentally unstable because of a trauma that occurred to them somewhere along their timeline. Derek often intertwined life and work. He was the protagonist slipping away into impulse and insensitivity to oneself. He craved the rush of being reckless because he could almost hear the gentle warnings of his mother when he did so. Success during such acts brought his father's warm smile to his mind. "Good job, son," he could hear him saying, ruffling his hair. Derek was alone in the world from the moment his father boarded a plane out of the states for the last time. He'd been worse off the moment he ruined his chances with Hailie, too. No matter how much he cared about someone, his fingers gradually lost their hold and he lost them. Now, Hayden was leaving, too. Derek knew that his departure wasn't permanent. He knew that time would mend their pointless riff, and they'd meet up once again to spend their day drinking or checking out chicks. Derek had no doubt in his mind that he'd remain Hayden's friend, even if the anger within him clearly meant he never wanted to see his face again. Hayden offered to leave, and Richard simply nodded in agreement. Derek saw the way Rachel looked at Hayden, too. Her eyes read nothing but listless apologies. She knew as well as anyone that Richard's temper could get out of hand. Derek's, too. As Hayden dived into the water, Derek took a swig of his luke-warm beer. The engine of the jet ski roared to life. Splish-splashing away, Hayden's figure gradually downsized as the distance between them grew longer. Richard's eyes were on him bearing a look Derek knew well. Richard wasn't very pleased with either of them. "You going to quit being a pussy?" Rich asked, strangely serious. Derek nodded, sipping his beer. "Yeah, I'll behave," he replied. He had no desire to swim back to shore solo. Didn't Richard know that sharks roamed these waters? tags, Hayden Scott words,

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