maybe this is me... - dante

[aidan cooper]

I’ve learned that every day you should reach out and touch someone.
People love a warm hug, or just a friendly pat on the back.
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When Aidan was feeling odd or off or just in general in one of his not-exactly-depressed-but-not-happy moods he tended to write. He suspected some days that that he had some kind of low level mood disorder, some kind of manic depression. It wasn’t like he was medicated for it. Hell he wasn’t medicated for his regular old depression. And he had the scars on his arm to prove that wasn’t going so hot. Not that he ever thought of it like that, as something terrible and harsh and… well… It was just a secret because people didn’t tend to take it very well, the cut son his arms. People like Gabe knew juts because Aidan didn’t hide things form Gabe anymore. But they didn’t talk about it. Gabe let him be.

So he was a fucked up, depressed kid. That was how things went. He wasn’t overly stable but he wasn’t completely out of control either. He was in a good sort of mood to day, crazy creative and driven to write. So he was situated at the park in the open air, forgoing the cigarettes in favor of a pencil and his notebook. When he wrote he go deeply into it, and a song was coming from his mind and through his fingers now. Maybe they would turn it into something, him and the band. They did that sometimes. If it was good, if Aidan didn’t mind.

He liked being outside on a nice day like this. It wasn’t super warm so he wasn’t entirely out of place with his long sleeved t-shirt and his jeans. He wasn’t really thinking of the weather anyway, hunched over a park bench, writing furiously in his notebook.

[dante beck]

Dante 'Te' Beck..,

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Sing The Right From Wrong Here Inside My Mind. Truth Is Hard To Find. [/b][/center]

Dante left his caravan, looking around it was exactly baking but not freezing either so he was fine in his short sleeved Tee. He decided to go and take a stroll through the park and get some inspiration for a new song. It had been a while since he had done any writing. He liked going to the park, it always seemed to remind him of how he met Gabe, his wonderful boyfriend.

Meeting Gabe had done him a load of favours, before meeting him he was rather depressed, staying in his caravan all the time, crying, arguing with his friends. But now he had met Gabe and everything great, he had made new friends with those of Sighted South, especially Aidan, he was an awesome friend!

Dante trudged along the path kicking a few stones before looking up and seeing Aidan there, how strange just as he thought about him, he was there. He smiled and skipped over to him happily. "Hey Aid!" He exclaimed grinning broadly. He sat down next to him smiling. "You ok?" He asked smiling.

[aidan cooper]

I’ve learned that every day you should reach out and touch someone.
People love a warm hug, or just a friendly pat on the back.
__________

Aidan tended to zone out very quickly when he was writing, just because he was wrapped up in the music in his head and the lyrics at his fingertips. He lived for these moments when he didn’t have to think about anything really, about his own existence or the meaning of things, and he could live in the words that meant nothing until they were performed. They carried their life later, bringing back memories and bad feelings. For now they were just words and he loved it.

But Dante brought him out of his little zone, not that he resented the kid for it because he absolutely didn’t. Dante was a cool kid and spent loads of time with sighted south since he was dating Gabe. And Aidan didn’t mind it when Dante spent time with him as well because he was a good kid. But Aidan kept him at a distance as he usually did with people, to afraid to let anyone get super close, top afraid of what they’d find.

“Hey Dante,” he greeted the kid with his customary, sort-of smile. The kid’s smile was broad and happy. He seemed to move through life like that, bright and cheery and stunning. Aidan admired that in the boy because he knew he’d never achieve that. There was this happiness that Dante had that Aidan could never harness. “Yeah I’m fine… getting my creative juices flowing,” he stated with a light sort of laugh that didn’t reach his eyes. But then again, they never did.