Stay Gold. {Teen Rebel RP} {Semi-Lit} {OPEN!}

[F i n d]

Blake wiggled up more, trying to stay on Script's back. "Sandy, you're not that good at piggy-backing." He said as he wrapped his legs tightly around Script. He rested his chin on his brother's head and sighed. "My clothes are all sticky and uncomfortable, Scriptic." He complained and nuzzled his face into Sandy's neck.

[hunger.]

Tyler pouted, crossing his arms. "Fine." He smiled, looking up at Blake. "I hope he drops you," he said calmly and continued walking on, kicking puddles as he walked. He ran a hand through his hair and exhaled deeply, "I don't like rain..." He complained after a moment, shaking his head.

[nettles]

Almost upon instinct, Script's eyes narrowed at the mention of his name. Why, out of all of his brothers, must he be the one with the insanely stupid and awful name? But, he didn't see anyone around, so what was the point of mentioning it. "Yeah, mine too." He grumbled. He didn't much like the rain. It made everything all disgusting and wet, and, furthermore, made everything smell awful. He didn't like it at all. "...I'm great at piggy backing. You're bad at it. And, Tyler, if he keeps insulting my piggy backing, I'm going to drop him." Script chuckled.

[hunger.]

Tyler chuckled as well, "Just... just do it. Just drop him." He said, running a hand through his hair. "Rain sucks." He complained, slumping his shoulders and glancing up at his brothers. "Blakey, you better be careful. You are at a disadvantage," he warned, walking a few steps ahead of his brothers and smiling to himself.

[closet-maverick]

Jason
Jason rolled over on the couch subconsciously, immediately falling onto the ground.
"Ow! Beth! Help! Call the ambulance! I'm dying! I broke my butt bone!" he yelled, pushing himself up off the ground and running around like a maniac.

Beth
Beth groaned, face palming.
How on earth will we ever get customers like this?
"Jason, calm down. There is no such thing as a 'butt bone'. I believe it's called a 'tailbone', and you have not broken it if you can still run around like that." she said, turning back to her magazine.

[F i n d]

Blake frowned and stared down at his hands. He smiled after a bit and tightly grasped (firmly......grasp it....i mean, nothing .-.) a large amount of his brother's brown hair in each hand. "If you drop me, i will pull you down with me." He stated, still smiling like an idiot.

[nettles]

"Ow, ow, hair, ow, Blake, stop, no, o-W." Script complained, cringing and raising one of his hands to swat at Blake's own, that were locked in his hair. "Fine, fine! OW. I WON'T DROP YOU. JusT RELEASE MY HAIR." He grumbled, now more careful about this piggyback. "Let go." He demanded, "I'm not going to freaking drop you. Just STOP WITH THE HAIR." He said again, eyes narrowing more than they were. He turned his glare to Tyler. "You made him do this. This is your fault. You will pay."

[F i n d]

Blake flailed his hands backward, almost knocking them both to the ground. "Promise?" He asked staring down at his brother.

[hunger.]

Tyler snickered, running ahead a few more steps. "No, no, no, no. I will not. I made him do nothing." He grinned, turning and stopping for a moment. He snickered as Blake almost knocked both of them over, he shoved his hands in his pockets as he waited for his siblings to catch up.

[ʙʀᴇᴀᴋɪɴɢ ɢʀᴀᴠɪᴛʏ]

{{ Oh my God I just realized your name is H i d e and the other person's name is S e e k. Thats so clever. CHEBUBU WHY CANT YOU AND I BE CLEVER LIKE THAT }}

Ellera bit the inside of her cheek and thought for a moment. "...Well. Uh. Hmm. I guess I could ask mom at dinner tonight. But you know how she is sometimes." Ellera kind of smiled, but only a little. "I'll ask her when she's in a good mood." Her smile grew a little wider at the thought of moving in with her cousin. No one to tell her to turn down her music and yell at her for getting spray paint on her clothes.
Yeah. It seemed like a pretty freaking great idea, really.