@CALL ME MAYBE???

[sterling]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=valign,top][atrb=style, height: 300px; width: 100px; padding: 10px; background-color: #f2f2f2;] [STYLE=color: #777; width: 100px; text-align: justify; text-transform: uppercase; font-family: courier new; font-size: 8px;]You took your time with the call, I took no time with the fall. You gave me nothing at all, But still, you're in my way I beg, and borrow and steal Have foresight and it's real I didn't know I would feel it, But it's in my way Your stare was holdin', Ripped jeans, skin was showin' Hot night, wind was blowin' Where you think you're going, baby? [/style]

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[atrb=style, width: 340px; background: url(http://i.imgur.com/OMrnW.png); height: 300px; padding: 10px;][STYLE=background-color: #fff; width: 320px; padding: 7px; font-size: 10px; font-family: tahoma; line-height: 12px; -webkit-box-shadow: 2px 2px 3px #ccc; -moz-box-shadow: 3px 3px 4px #ccc; box-shadow: 2px 2px 3px #ccc; height: 240px; overflow: auto; text-align: justify; color: #494949;] With an extra little bounce to his walk, Sterling Van Dyke walked toward Drew and Donovan's apartment building, it was a little past four o'clock and as much as he was proud of his best friend for getting a role in a movie, he was pretty bummed that it was filming in L.A. and Donovan took Drew with him, they had their little agent, best friend's since child hood, weird relationship going on there. Did he care that he was being a little selfish when it came to being one thousand miles away from his best friend? Not really, no. Was he a little angry when he got to hear Drew's voice in the background when Donovan called him.. eh.. maybe. He wore a sweatshirt with the hood up, despite the fact that it was summer time, the ear plugs in his ears, as he walked with a bounce, his foot touching the pavement and his knee bending as he launched himself into the next beat. He sang the words out loud, "Sooo.. call me maybe.." heads turned as he walked, he looked each of the passers in the eye, his face, like, say something, judge me, I dare you. Yeah, I'm cool, he thought as he pulled the door open, welcomed by the buildings door man, he waved past the guy, before you came into my life... I missed you so bad.." he sang, as he pushed the elevator button, wiggling his butt as he danced, as he waited. As soon as the doors opened, he jumped in, breaking out in full dance mode, his body weaving back and forth, till he felt the elevator jerk as he landed hard on his feet, a thump ringing out, over his loud music, he pulled his ear plugs, his eyes wide, his mouth drawing opening, in a, oh shit, fashion. He stood perfectly still, holding onto the corner railings, "No, no, no," he begged, "Dooo not get stuck." As soon as the doors opened again, he was safe and sound on the top floor and relief flooded his senses as he took a deep breath, calming his pounding heart, nearly missing an anxiety attack, "Close call." he said as he passed some of Donovan's neighbors, as they switched places, they looked at him, annoyingly, not surprising, he thought with a shrug. As soon as he got to the door, he twisted the door knob, locked. "Whatever." he said before pulling out his key and unlocking the door, "Dude, I almost just died." he announced as soon as he found Donovan, "Like the elevator, almost just crashed." he pointed in the direction of which he was talking about with his index finger, "with me in it." he said as if his friend didn't quite get the seriousness of the situation. The music from his phone ringing loudly as he pulled up his pants, unplugging the headphones, Before you came into my life. I missed you so bad and you should know that his eyes got big, "That I can explain." he said, a smiling spreading across his face. "Who doesn't love that song." [/style][STYLE=float: right; margin-right: 20px; margin-top: -1px; background-color: #fff; -webkit-border-radius: 0 0 5px 5px; -moz-border-radius: 0 0 5px 5px; border-radius: 0 0 5px 5px; height: 10px; padding: 3px; font-family: tahoma; text-transform: uppercase; color: #494949; text-align: left; font-size: 9px; -webkit-box-shadow: 2px 2px 3px #ccc; -moz-box-shadow: 3px 3px 4px #ccc; box-shadow: 2px 2px 3px #ccc;]#DONOVAN # BROMANCE[/style]

[STYLE=font-family: courier new; font-size: 10px; text-align: center;]TEMPLATE BY JOHN OF OTE & BTN[/style]

[donovan]

TABLE MADE BY SOCKMONKEY OF CAUTION 2.0.

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,10,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=style, width: 450px; background-color: transparent;true] but here's my number, so call me maybe Donovan had arrived late the night before from L.A, electing to spend the weekend in New York with Sterling. It was getting difficult to balance both Drew and Sterling, each being on separate coasts. And while Donovan's home was in NY, his current job was filming in LA. So every couple of weekends he would fly back, check in on his other best friend, make sure he hadn't suffered some horrific accident that somehow would fit him perfectly, then make his way back to LA to shoot some more. He was lucky he enjoyed flying so much. He had left Drew in LA, knowing that he and Sterling needed some 'man time', as Drew called it. She would be okay for two days, besides, he called her almost every hour to check in on her. Obsessive? No. Over-protective? Possibly. He had just woken up, the time differences were the only thing that really bothered him about his trips back and forth, feeling as if it was earlier than it really was. He hadn't bothered with calling Sterling over any earlier, knowing that his best friend would probably still be sleeping late into the afternoon. So he took the time to work on his script, going over his lines, calling Drew with questions, and getting to hear all about how most of his weekend with Sterling would be spent by Sterling sleeping. And how he would be tired once he got back to LA and how his scenes wouldn't be as good as they could be. Donovan eventually tuned her out, making little paper triangular footballs, and flicking them across his coffee table as she rambled. "Yeah, yeah, I know. See you tomorrow," He hurried her off the phone, hearing his apartment door jiggle slightly. Donovan laughed as Sterling walked in, no greeting, no hello, welcome home, how's LA. Just 'Dude, I almost died.' As he went to answer him, make some sarcastic comment, he heard the music playing from his pocket. Donovan exploded with laughter, falling back on his couch as he heard the annoying, overplayed pop song. "You can explain that my best friend is a homo?" He teased, shaking his head as he sat himself up straight. "Ok, I'll admit, it's pretty catchy." He agreed, running a hand through his hair. "So call me maybe," Singing along with the song, he laughed again. "I can honestly say I've missed you 'VD'," He clapped his shoulder as he passed by him, making his way to the kitchen to grab his gatorade. "Want one?" He offered, wondering if he was ever going to turn the song off. "Do you have it on repeat?" As he heard the first line of the song play, he grinned devilishly, shaking his head. "You are so gay." Walking back to the living room where Sterling stood, he cocked his head to one side. "So, what have you been up to?" He hoped he would answer working on his script. Donovan had been interested in his latest one since he had first mentioned it, but he didn't want to rush him. Pushed him, and encouraged him maybe, but not rush. He was an ass, but not that big. "Dude, why didn't you tell me LA girls were hot?" Just like that he switched to a different topic, the two of them seemed to do that a lot. "I mean, they're no..." He trailed off, knowing Sterling knew what he was talking about. "I think I may be in the wrong city." His boyish, playful grin made an appearance. 623 words for elle/sterling. #bromance.

[sterling]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=valign,top][atrb=style, height: 300px; width: 100px; padding: 10px; background-color: #f2f2f2;] [STYLE=color: #777; width: 100px; text-align: justify; text-transform: uppercase; font-family: courier new; font-size: 8px;]You took your time with the call, I took no time with the fall. You gave me nothing at all, But still, you're in my way I beg, and borrow and steal Have foresight and it's real I didn't know I would feel it, But it's in my way Your stare was holdin', Ripped jeans, skin was showin' Hot night, wind was blowin' Where you think you're going, baby? [/style]

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[atrb=style, width: 340px; background: url(http://i.imgur.com/OMrnW.png); height: 300px; padding: 10px;][STYLE=background-color: #fff; width: 320px; padding: 7px; font-size: 10px; font-family: tahoma; line-height: 12px; -webkit-box-shadow: 2px 2px 3px #ccc; -moz-box-shadow: 3px 3px 4px #ccc; box-shadow: 2px 2px 3px #ccc; height: 240px; overflow: auto; text-align: justify; color: #494949;] A Dumb founded look across his face, like he'd been slapped, Sterling looked at his best friend, "Homo?" he exclaimed, throwing his hands into the air, "I'm very confidant with my sexuality." he said shaking his head, with his eyes closed, then giving his left nipple a little rub, before breaking into a full sprinted smile. "You are welcome." he said lifting a single eyebrow at his friend, "Damn song is gonna be stuck in your head all day." he said in his defense, "That's exactly what happened to me." he confirmed, "Minding my own business, next thing I know, pops in my head." he nodded, pointing at his head, over exaggeratedly, "Had to listen to it to get the damn thing out." he shook his head, letting his head fall, pretending to be disappointed in himself, where it was quite the opposite, he took pride in himself. He pretended to wipe away a single tear, choking up, "I missed you too, sooo much." he whined. "Always red." he confirmed, holding up a single finger, like calling over a waiter. At the mention of his phone, still playing the same song, in fact, the catchy tone was starting over, "Maybe.." he said rolling his eyes, slightly, before pulling his phone out of his pocket and pushing stop. "Dude, don't judge." he said giving his friend the evil eye. No way was he going to feel bad about the song that woke him in his sleep. Crashing his body onto the his friend's couch, his body landing directly on the remote, and he let out a whine, "WHY!" he yelled at the object before tossing it off to the side next to him. "Oooh.." he said, as if he realized he had forgotten something, as he tried to recall what he'd been doing, before his face lite into a smile once again, before it faded, "Yeah, I got nothing." he admitted. "California girls are mad!" he said excitedly, crossing his ankles on the coffee table, before pushing them back down, as if Drew were there to yell at him for sticking his feet on the furniture, even if she wasn't there, "Can't believe you left Drew, with all those good lookin' guys though," he teased, waiting for his friends reaction, only him and the other male in the room knew the truth about their relationship, Drew completely in the dark, "Where there are sexy girls, are guys." he said, his eyes getting big and serious, waiting for it to sink in, "You really want the completion?" he asked, though he knew Donovan didn't really put much thought into Drew finally finding someone, it hadn't happened yet, not since he'd put his foot down on Sterling asking her out, anyway. "You couldn't handle it." he nodded, self assuredly, "You'd be in fights nightly." [/style][STYLE=float: right; margin-right: 20px; margin-top: -1px; background-color: #fff; -webkit-border-radius: 0 0 5px 5px; -moz-border-radius: 0 0 5px 5px; border-radius: 0 0 5px 5px; height: 10px; padding: 3px; font-family: tahoma; text-transform: uppercase; color: #494949; text-align: left; font-size: 9px; -webkit-box-shadow: 2px 2px 3px #ccc; -moz-box-shadow: 3px 3px 4px #ccc; box-shadow: 2px 2px 3px #ccc;]#DONOVAN # BROMANCE[/style]

[STYLE=font-family: courier new; font-size: 10px; text-align: center;]TEMPLATE BY JOHN OF OTE & BTN[/style]

[donovan]

TABLE MADE BY SOCKMONKEY OF CAUTION 2.0.

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,10,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=style, width: 450px; background-color: transparent;true] but here's my number, so call me maybe The faces his best friend made always seemed to lighten the mood, no matter what. And where Donovan wasn't as expressive, Sterling filled in for him. "Yeah, for dudes." He couldn't help but rub it in just a little more. He had a point, though. As annoying as they girl's voice was, and how overplayed the song was, it was catchy. "You talk too much," He smiled, a genuine Donovan Kaine smile. He could just stand there and Sterling could carry the conversation for the both of them by himself. Tossing him a red gatorade, his eyebrow raised slightly at him. "You remind me of those stupid viral videos of that song. Were you dancing on the way over here?" Donovan teased, thinking of all the videos everyone kept posting of people lip-singing that stupid song. As he returned to his seat on the couch opposite of the one Sterling had just thrown himself on. He chuckled at his outburst, shaking his head to himself as he yelled at the inanimate object. Sometimes he questioned how they ended up so close, or friends in the first place. But, in spite of it all, he was glad he had Sterling. He took a swig of his orange gatorade as he listened to male across from him rant about attractive people grouping together and competition for him in regards to Drew. "Remember how I said you talk too much? Right about now would be the smart time to shut up," His eyes narrowed slightly, wishing he hadn't put the thought of Drew with another guy in his head. Clearing his throat, he shifted slightly, as if to lighten the mood. "Besides, there is no competition, because I'm not gunning for her." Denial was Donovan's middle name. "How about I just fight you? Or post that video of you sucking your thumb in your sleep?" Sterling tended to bring out the immature side of Donovan, a refreshing feeling. He liked not having to be so serious and adult-like around him. "WAIT!" Donovan jumped up off the couch at the thought of the video. "Remember that time you got really drunk and lip-singed the Spice Girls?" His speech was faster, he spoke excitedly. "What if you lip-singed Call Me Maybe? You could be a hit!" Donovan rarely suggested things as such, it was typically Sterling that was coming up with the crazy antics, but he had his moments. 623 words for elle/sterling. #bromance.

[sterling]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=valign,top][atrb=style, height: 300px; width: 100px; padding: 10px; background-color: #f2f2f2;] [STYLE=color: #777; width: 100px; text-align: justify; text-transform: uppercase; font-family: courier new; font-size: 8px;]You took your time with the call, I took no time with the fall. You gave me nothing at all, But still, you're in my way I beg, and borrow and steal Have foresight and it's real I didn't know I would feel it, But it's in my way Your stare was holdin', Ripped jeans, skin was showin' Hot night, wind was blowin' Where you think you're going, baby? [/style]

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[atrb=style, width: 340px; background: url(http://i.imgur.com/OMrnW.png); height: 300px; padding: 10px;][STYLE=background-color: #fff; width: 320px; padding: 7px; font-size: 10px; font-family: tahoma; line-height: 12px; -webkit-box-shadow: 2px 2px 3px #ccc; -moz-box-shadow: 3px 3px 4px #ccc; box-shadow: 2px 2px 3px #ccc; height: 240px; overflow: auto; text-align: justify; color: #494949;] Dudes?" he said, his face creasing, "Okay, I admit, gay guys really seem to like me." he confessed, "one sided, totally." he face moved like rubber, molding into odd positions, as if there were no bones in his face. He never ran out of facial expressions, and if his words couldn't make others laugh, his expressions always could, not that any person really wanted people to be laughing at their mug. "I can't help it, I'm sexy." he said defensively, "If you were gay, you'd like me too." he said, his eyebrows wiggling, as he brought his finger up to his mocked duck lips, brushing it slightly, giving the sexy eye before cracking up. Waving the conversation away. Reaching up from the couch, the gatorade flew in the air, as Donovan threw it, right through his hands, like making a basket, it slide through his fingers, its wet slippery surface, gliding through like a skater on ice. In slow motion, Sterling looked right up at it, as it smacked him in the face, the cold plastic smashing his face, OWIE!" he whined, holding his nose, where it had impacted, "Dude!" he said looking at his friend, tears in his eyes, "I can't catch." he said in a completely shocked voice, baffled, "You knew that!" he said, instead of drinking it, he placed the bottle against his nose, treating it like an ice pack. "What if I did?" he demanded, raising his voice, "Whatcha gonna do about it?" he said holding his hands up , bring it on, motioning, though he was scared shit-less of getting in a fight with Donovan, even a fake one, he knew he'd get his ass kicked. Even just a pinch of the skin would cause him to whine and cry. "Just joking, dude." he squealed as he protected himself, covering his face, with his arms engaging his face, "I'm breakable." he shouted. "But seriously.." he said dropping his hands like nothing happened, "Yeah I did." he said confidently, forgetting his momentary freak out, it was totally ten seconds ago. "Yeah well," he said, the bottle still placed at his nose, causing his voice to sound differently, "That's what you get for hitting me in the face." he countered. "no no no, think you already did, probably broke my nose." he said over reacting, though he knew Donovan would not be in the least bit concerned, he dropped the bottle from his nose, "Nott the video!" he belted, he had no inside voice, and anywhere he went, his voice echoed off the walls, "not that one either." he said shaking his head, though the only thing he didn't seem to have a fear of, was public embarrassment. With a single eyebrow lifting, he nodded in public, "I like the way you think, Brain." he said giving a proud smile to his friend, "Youtube here we come!" he said jumping up, the bottle falling out of his lap and onto the floor, still unopened, bouncing off the floor and rolling under the table, the smile still on his face, "OOOh, yeah." he said giving a little happy dance. [/style][STYLE=float: right; margin-right: 20px; margin-top: -1px; background-color: #fff; -webkit-border-radius: 0 0 5px 5px; -moz-border-radius: 0 0 5px 5px; border-radius: 0 0 5px 5px; height: 10px; padding: 3px; font-family: tahoma; text-transform: uppercase; color: #494949; text-align: left; font-size: 9px; -webkit-box-shadow: 2px 2px 3px #ccc; -moz-box-shadow: 3px 3px 4px #ccc; box-shadow: 2px 2px 3px #ccc;]#DONOVAN # BROMANCE[/style]

[STYLE=font-family: courier new; font-size: 10px; text-align: center;]TEMPLATE BY JOHN OF OTE & BTN[/style]

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[donovan]

TABLE MADE BY SOCKMONKEY OF CAUTION 2.0.

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,10,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=style, width: 450px; background-color: transparent;true] but here's my number, so call me maybe As he ran to his room to grab his laptop, he couldn't help but be excited over doing something so stupid. "Can you dance with a broken nose?" Donovan asked as he walked back in, setting his laptop on his dining room table that Drew had insisted he needed. In fact, most of the furniture in his apartment was at the demand of his best friend. He remembered being quite annoyed with her at the time, but, eventually he thanked her for it all. If she hadn't made him get furniture, they would probably be sitting around in fold out chairs, or gaming chairs, and he would be sleeping on an air mattress. Donovan wasn't picky, and he didn't need things to keep him comfortable. Clicking open his web-cam, he smiled to himself, angling the laptop screen for the best shot with the built in camera. "Ok, so, you know we're retarded for doing this, right?" He asked as he stood back up, turning to look at Sterling. One thing hadn't occurred to him, how they would actually do it. Sure, they had jammed to the song in the car, or in his living room when Drew would cook dinner for them, but, they had never recorded themselves on purpose dancing to the song. He looked to Sterling for direction, since this was of course his expertise. It was just the type of thing he could see him doing while he was alone. Donovan mentally laughed at the picture he imagined. "Alright, you get to be Brain for awhile, how the hell do we dance on camera to this damn song?" He finally asked, when he realized Sterling would keep standing there with that stupid grin on his face. He went back to his computer, pulling up the song on Youtube, pressing pause as he waited. He could only imagine what Drew would think once she saw the video, and he was starting to wish he had grabbed a beer instead of his gatorade. "This is going to make us look so gay," He laughed to himself more than anything else, a little consumed with his thoughts. 623 words for elle/sterling. #bromance.

[sterling]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=valign,top][atrb=style, height: 300px; width: 100px; padding: 10px; background-color: #f2f2f2;] [STYLE=color: #777; width: 100px; text-align: justify; text-transform: uppercase; font-family: courier new; font-size: 8px;]You took your time with the call, I took no time with the fall. You gave me nothing at all, But still, you're in my way I beg, and borrow and steal Have foresight and it's real I didn't know I would feel it, But it's in my way Your stare was holdin', Ripped jeans, skin was showin' Hot night, wind was blowin' Where you think you're going, baby? [/style]

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[atrb=style, width: 340px; background: url(http://i.imgur.com/OMrnW.png); height: 300px; padding: 10px;][STYLE=background-color: #fff; width: 320px; padding: 7px; font-size: 10px; font-family: tahoma; line-height: 12px; -webkit-box-shadow: 2px 2px 3px #ccc; -moz-box-shadow: 3px 3px 4px #ccc; box-shadow: 2px 2px 3px #ccc; height: 240px; overflow: auto; text-align: justify; color: #494949;] Alone, moments, when his friend left him without another word, words came up behind him, "Well, I sure as hell hope so." he replied standing up, and giving his muscle and joints a little stretch, his bones cracking and popping in response, "If not, you are screwed, the star of the video can't be injured." he said, with that usual fake diva impression that he always used, that sounded like it his voice came from his nose instead of his mouth. He walked up behind his friend placing a heavy hand on his shoulder, as he adjusted the internal cam so that the two of their faces were in full view. With a snort and a shrug he said, "Hell no, we may be the coolest kids to ever say ever."

[/b] he said with complete confidence. "In fact, I am pretty certain, every other dude is gonna be jealous they hadn't come up with the idea first." he said raising a single index finger. Donovan searched and found the song via youtube, and placed the song on pause. Now that the came was set up, the two of them backed up, their knee to head were in full frame. He had to admit that the two of them looked good, they had always said that camera added ten pounds, he couldn't see a difference, but then his eyes adventured down, he gave a little glance down at his crotch area, raising a single eyebrow, so that's where that went. he said, giving a excited nod.

Noticing the silence that had fallen between them, he was forced to pop his attention back to his partner in crime, who clearly looked out of sorts, as he looked for guidance, and sterling found his body finding the que and breaking into full blown 80's dance moves, breaking out the best of the oldies. "And then we can do this." he suggested, putting in some other stupid dances from the 70's and 90's. He wasn't a dancer, hell, most of the time when he danced, he looked like a retard trying to look cool, but hell, for the sake of the video.. two guys making a video to call me maybe, was just asking for the non-serious side to slip out. He stopped his movements at his friend's laughter, "No, Not gay." he said shaking his head dramatically, "Cool." he said raising his hands in a stop signal, shaking them as he spoke. "You cant be thinking about anything but how awesome and fantastic we are." he argued, a fake seriousness spreading through his voice like butter, "We are gonna kill this damn video." he said before turning and turning to the camera, pretending to write out his digits int he air with his fingers, "SOOO CALL ME MAYBE?" he sang off key.[/style][STYLE=float: right; margin-right: 20px; margin-top: -1px; background-color: #fff; -webkit-border-radius: 0 0 5px 5px; -moz-border-radius: 0 0 5px 5px; border-radius: 0 0 5px 5px; height: 10px; padding: 3px; font-family: tahoma; text-transform: uppercase; color: #494949; text-align: left; font-size: 9px; -webkit-box-shadow: 2px 2px 3px #ccc; -moz-box-shadow: 3px 3px 4px #ccc; box-shadow: 2px 2px 3px #ccc;]#DONOVAN # BROMANCE[/style][/td][/tr][/table][STYLE=font-family: courier new; font-size: 10px; text-align: center;]TEMPLATE BY JOHN OF OTE & BTN[/style][/center]