browsing. {diana.}

[James Crooks]

James needed music. It was like... how some people veiwed oxygen, food, or myspace. He couldn't funstion if he didn't have a new CD at least once every two weeks. At the very least. Which was why, at this very moment, he was sifting through the 'M' section- of the aphabet; don't be so perverse!- and finding nothing.

Hood pulled up and white cords snaking from his ears, the boy nodded to the music, humming softly, irrelevently, as his foot tapped with the electronic beat. What could he say- he was a big fan of techno. He bit his lip, relishing in the feeling of metal sliding through his flesh as the peircing hanging from his lip readjusted itself, picking up a MSI disk he hadn't bought yet- perfect.

He walked up to the counter, purchasing the Cd and leaving the store, Hood still pulled up against the furious wind that had tore through the city while he was in the comfot of the store- rain was approaching.

[Aaron Crooks]

Aaron pulled his jacket closer to him, silently cursing the wind blowing straight into his face. it was cold, It was miserable, and all he wanted to do was get home. But home was quite a ways away, and he didn't want to waste his money on busfare. If only he could drive...

As he walked, he spotted a farmiliar hoodie drifting out of Sunset Records, bag in hand... James, getting his latest music fix. that boy was insane. Alwya out to get new music, always out for a new band. "James!" The boy exclaimed, running up to him, letting the wind peirce his pale face. "hey," he greeted, a small smile on his face. Lately, James hadn't wanted to talk to him very much. Lately, He'd just wanted to be alone. Lately, Aaron had needed his brother more than ever.

[James Crooks]

James!

He heard the voice from afar, so he had a moment to groan subtly before his brother appeared beside him. Hey, He greeted, sounding almost sheepish as he smiled. "Uh, hi." He hadn't meant to sound mean, but things were a bit awkward at the moment with Him and Aaron. Why was his brother talking to him? Why did he seem like he didn't care, like it didn't bother him? "I... What're you doing out?" He asked, Letting the bag slide further down his wrist so he could stuff his cold, pale hands in his pockets. he quickened his pace, lifting his shoulders closer to his head in attemps to sheild his neck from the bitter cold that had settled in his thick dark grey hood.

Aaron. When had things gone wrong? Was it when James took it upon himself to protect the boy from the people that teased him? The day that Aaron found out James was beating them up because of him? The night that Aaron found his way into James' room so many years ago, trembling as he slipped under the covers as James let him cry into his shoulder, whimpering about the latest nightmare? The books and movies lie- there were no thunderstorms that night to furhter shake the smaller twin, frighten him even more. It had been a nice night, from what he remembered. there had been stars out, and the moon had been bright, almost full as it radiated from the sun's reflected light.

[Aaron Crooks]

Aaron cringed inwardly as he heard James' tone. "Uh, Hi." he smiled up at his twin, the faternal twin that was half a foot taller than himself, That was much bigger and stronger and much, much more perfect. Did he know how much it hurt him, to hear him use that tone? "I... What're you doing out?" Aaron shrugged, letting his head fall, his gaze drop to his shoes, black dye worn out, laces frayed. "Uh, nothing much. I was just wasting time before it got too cold... you?" He let his gaze wander up to James' face, into his eyes- please don't look away.


Aaron remembered a time when he got along perfectly with his brother. When the two looked so alike, even they had difficulties telling each other apart. When they could finish each other's sentences seamlessly. James and Aaron. Aaron and James. Now it was a miracle to see them together- in public. A whole lot of things happened in private. Most of it being arguing, fighting, and yelling. Some of it being the reason behind the tension.

Aaron watched as a bus stopped at a glass station, a few feet ahead. A large woman with four children, a man with a fedora, dreadlocks and a trenchcoat (one that Really wasn't all that bad looking, in Aaron's opinion) and a group of three skinny teenage girls, no older than thirteen and wearing enough cosmetics to cover up a murder, shimmying onto the bus wearing nothing but mini-mini skirts and shirts that exposed their rhinestone belly buttons to the bitter cold. "You got any money?" He asked James, nodding towards the bus. When they were younger, he wouldn't have had to signal what he was tlaking about. james would have known exactly what he meant. He wanted his twin back.

[James Crooks]

What was he doing out? James Shrugged at the question. "Buying a new CD. Mindless self indulgence," he told Aaron, offering the boy a comforting smile and the bag, daring to lift his hand from the confines of his warm pockets. He didn't know if Aaron liked them, or even knew them... But he told him anyways. Aaron asked him for some money, and James knew he was talking about the bus even before he nodded towards it- Why did Aaron always think He was so ignorant? As if he never even paid attention.

Pulling some change out of his pocket, he counted it all up and nodded. "Uh, yeah... Not enough for both of us, though. Wanna just hang out here? Let's get some chinese. I'll pay for that, I just don't have change." He offered, pointing over to the restaraunt not too far away, as if to spite Aaron. "come'on." He grabbed the boy's wrist almost rulectantly, pulling him in the direction of the asian-themed building with one window, covered by bamboo drapes. He dropped his hand as the entered, and walked into the dinning area, beckoning Aaron to follow to sit with him at a two-seating booth- ooh, romantic. Too bad they were brothers.

[Aaron Crooks]

"mmm. I like them, " He told his brother- odd. they knew nothing about each other anymore. Just because... Becaue of one thing. one instance that shattered their relationship. [b"Think you could burn me a copy?"

[/b] He wondered, shrugging as James told him he didn't have the money to get them both home.

Aaron almost jumped as he felt James' hand around his wrist, leading him to the chinese restaraunt, feeling guilty for enjoying the touch. He hadn't even spoken to him in so long, no he was grabbing his wrist... He's your brother! His mind reminded him, shaking him out of his stupor as He was sat down in front of James, alone in the dimly-lit room with nothing in between them but a small table and some soy sauce... "So you're paying?" He asked, a small smile on his face. He wasn't to get on good terms with him again. It wasn't his fault he didn't like Aaron like Aaron liked him. [/blockquote][/size]

[James Crooks]

So, Aaron Liked MSI. That was one things to add to the 'things I know about aaron' list, which really wasn't a large list.

actually, it was sort of like this:

[/u]

[li]He likes boys.
[/li][li] he doesn't look a thing like me.
[/li][li]He has nightmares.
[/li][li]I should be halping him with said nightmares, but I don't because It's too awkward.
[/li][li]he likes MSI.
[/li][li]He'll never know how much he means to me. He thinks I hate him.[/li][/ul]

...pathetic, much? He nodded when he was asked if he was paying, biting his lip. This was awkward. This was difficult. This wasn't anything like what he wanted. They ate in silence, All the while thinking of what to say to fill it. "Uh... So... Wow. I haven't talked to you in a while... Isn't that sad? We even live together, and we Haven't spoken in forever and..." he was ranting again. Did Aaron know how hard this was, to just talk to him?