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[Lucas♥Mason]

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Don't need nothing but a good time
How can I resist?

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You have to just adore vintage clothing. It's just totally amazing, with all it's awesome colors and way out designs. Some of it wasn't too bad, you know bells bottoms are nice, and easy to fit for any person, but the colors and the dazzle is just something that makes you want to go wow! The bright style is really something that stood out in this straight up business suit world we live in today. Everywhere you go you run into someone wearing a suit. Now, Lucas had nothing against suits, he just felt like a robot in them. You had to wear certain colors, like, how many tye dye suits have you seen? None, right? Well they mostly seem to come in gray and black and boring stuff like that. Lucas didn't feel free in those, he felt, like a robot.

Him and his mom got in a fight when he was younger about wearing a suit. Lucas had always been the kind of kid that was hard to deal with because he was so strong headed sometimes. He insisted on wearing something bright and colorful to his grandfather's third wedding. Everyone was supposed to wear grey or white, but Lucas insisted on wearing his blue and green tye dye shirt, with the huge yellow smiley face in the middle as well as some really faded, bell bottom jeans that his cousin had given him. You wanna know how that battle ended with Lucas and his mom? He'd sat out in the car that whole time. He didn't get to go to the wedding, or the party back at the beach house. He was locked in the car with the windows rolled up high enough so he couldn't squeeze out, but so it wouldn't get too hot, and he was left in there the whole time.

Lucas had hated his mother for that. It wasn't fair that she had been able to just lock him in there. Sure he could have easily gotten out, he could have been out in five minutes if he wanted to, but you know how terrible the punishment would have been for him? Terrible! He'd watched the whole party from inside the car. The huge fire, roasting marshmallows, karaoke, dancing and contests. Corn hole, which was his sport, and hula hoop contest, which he was also amazing at. It wasn't fair that he missed it, just because he wanted to be free and wear something comfortable... He still hadn't changed though. Even to this day he wouldn't wear a suit. He'd wear the over coat of the suit, but the whole thing as one didn't work for him. It wouldn't ever bee seen on Lucas.


Lucas walked through the isles of the salvation army store as an awesome tune by Poison was heard over the speakers. Yes, it was completely awesome, and he knew the words rather well, good enough that he could have sung to it, but he wasn't in that mood today. His eyes scanned the racks of the store as he picked something out here and there. He loved this place, no matter what people thought of it. Sure, it was used stuff and old and not the newest or most expensive thing on the shelves, but then he didn't have to deal with high prices, or that weird feeling you get when you put on a new shirt. Where it's tight in all the wrong places, and it doesn't fit you like it's supposed to. Now of course, these shirts didn't fit him like they were supposed to the couple times he first started to wear them, that's why Lucas always tried to buy a size smaller then he needed, so the shirts could fit him. He is pretty much done growing, so he didn't have to worry about growing out of the clothes, and it the shirts got a little to short, oh well. Now, if pants got a little too short, that just bothered him, and out they go. He was pretty sure he was done growing though. 17 years old, so if he was still growing... Hit him in the head now... 5' 8" was a nice height in his mind, shorter then some, but taller then some too.

He picked out a blue and orange tye dye shirt. He picked it out and looked at it for a second. Kind of old, very loose material. The shirt had been through a lot. He checked the size and it was a small. Yay! He hung the shirt over his arm and kept walking around. His eyes found some nice really faded jeans that reminded him of the ones he had when he was younger. They were really, really light blue and were really thin in the knees. He always wore the jeans out in the knees before anything else because he fell so much. It made Lucas smile when he found theses. There was a hole in the back left pocket though, so he'd have to find some kind of patch to put over it or something crazy awesome like that.

His deep blue eyes roamed the store as he looked for something else to go over to. He wore just kind of random clothes today, finding whatever was still clean. On a regular basis Lucas destroyed his closet, trying to find something to wear. He had tons of jeans and tons of shirts, but never seemed to like the combination of things he'd picked out the day before, so each morning he looked through until he found something better. Some Levi skinny jeans fit his long legs tightly, and over top was a bright yellow shirt that had a blue hand showing the sign of peace. Underneath the t-shirt he wore a skin tight, long sleeve black shirt with holes cut in the wrists to go around his thumbs. He was very conscious of that, and always made sure to get undershirts with long sleeves, or just plain long sleeved shirts. The blue on the shirt really accented his blue eyes, making them stand out under his long bleached blonde hair. His shoes were some laced up boots that were old, but way comfy.

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Ain't looking for nothing but a good time
And it don't get better then this

[Branden Devereaux]

Branden knew that if somebody saw him in the salvation army store that they would have freaked out. But he actually wasn't here to buy anything. He'd cleaned his closet out about a week ago and the box of cloths he had been meaning to bring here had been sitting in his room after that. And today he'd almost fallen flat on his face because he'd tripped over the box. So he had decided that today was the day to get rid of those cloths. Josh had cleaned out his closet too but Branden had went through his cloths before discarding them since Josh was only two inches taller then him. But he hadn't really found anything that interested him. Since it seemed as if they and the same interest in cloths and he knew for a fact that he had some of the cloths that Josh had thrown out. It was kind of creepy in a way because he hadn't really known that his brother and him were so much alike. Although some people thought they were because of he was doing the same things that Josh had when it came to sports. Last year he'd been selected at the quarterback for the football team as a junior, and Josh had been too. Then there was the fact that the two of them had the same position in basketball too. So people thought that he too was going to end up being a legend at the high school. Since apparently Josh was, and he just had never really noticed before.

His eyes scanned the aisles and he wondered how long some of the cloths had been in here. Well, they'd be getting a ton of name brand cloths now. Maybe he'd tell some people that he had donated a bunch of things here. That would send a ton of girls into a mad rush for the store to try and by what they thought was his up. He thought that would be rather amusing but he wasn't in the mood to do something like that today. Maybe it was because he was just trying to spend some time by himself today before he had to go off to football practice later in the day. There he'd meet up with his best friend Sean and the two would endure the fact that Josh was the new assistant coach and he apparently was on a mission to make the team the fittest team in the conference and the head coach was going along with that mission. It wasn't that he minded that though because he was in really good shape from running all the time. Some of the guys were finding that running more then a mile was a hard thing to do. And he knew that those guys would either quit the team or they wouldn't be able to play for more then a few minutes at a time. (And that was only if the coach was in a good mood and decided to put them in.)

He'd seen a lot of businessmen in suits today for some reason. Sure his dad wore one everyday because of his job. But never had he seen so many people in them before. Maybe there was a conference somewhere in town that he didn't know about. His father was always holding business parties over at their house so he had gotten used to wearing suits and other dress cloths from an early age. He really didn't mind it but he'd rather be wearing something comfortable like a t shirt and a pair of jeans with his favorite pair of shoes. That was what he was wearing today, a simple green t shirt, jeans, and tennis shoes. Since he was supposed to mow the lawn today and he also had to give the dogs a bath. And he knew that he'd probably end up getting really dirty from both of those jobs and he didn't want to ruin a good t shirt. He was just about to leave the store when he figured that he might as well see what else was in here. He highly doubted that something would interest him but it was worth a shot. After all, you never knew what you would find in a store like this.

Out of the corner of his eye he spotted somebody very familiar, Lucas. Now the two probably could have been considered close friends years ago. But after he'd been forbidden to play sports the two had gradually drifted apart. And he wished that he could talk to him more then he did but he always seemed to be so busy. He did value his opinion on sports though, and perhaps he'd ask him about how he felt about the football team's chances of winning state again this year. He looked at what Lucas was wearing and he tired to remember if he had always dressed like that but he couldn't remember. Now he wasn't one to really care about how people dressed since how you dressed didn't determine if you were a nice person or not. He was one of the people that didn't like the clique system too much, even though he basically had been pronounced the leader of the clique. "Lucas", he said before he quickly made his way over to him. He really hoped that he would remember who he was otherwise he would feel really stupid introducing himself to him again. Since he had known him for a very long time, since if he remembered right the two had met in Kindergarten.

"It's nice to see you again." He said and then smiled slightly, he knew that if somebody saw them here that it definitely would make the gossip column but he didn't care. Since he'd been in the column for having a girlfriend again. But he was very happy with Katie and he was actually kind of glad that it was known that he wasn't single anymore. Since hopefully girls wouldn't be after him now, yeah right they'd just try and steal him away from Katie but it wouldn't work. He then forced his mind back to the present as he tried to think of something to say. But at the moment he was at a loss for words and it was really annoying him. Because he loved to talk to people, yet he couldn't think of a single thing to say now.

[Lucas♥Mason]

There's nothing wrong with coming to a place like this to buy some things. Yes, it is shunned by the rich and the famous of society, as whatever they want to call. Be it, 'dirty' or 'cheap' or any other stupid thing that they can come up with. But people today were spoiled. They got the best quality stuff, which brought it up to the highest of prices. Maybe one had to be raised on stores like this to not have a major problem with them. Lucas had been raised on places like the Salvation Army, or good will or snooty fox. It's where his family did major cloth shopping, many times in their lives because of lack of money. They also donated to such places like this quite often, many times a year actually. He could remember times when he could come home with a whole new wardrobe and he might have only spent 100 dollars at a good will or something. While some of the people he knew, bought two shirts for the same amount of money. Maybe that was a teeny bit of an exaggeration, but not much. Now, don't get him wrong, Lucas adored the more expensive stores as well. Designer stores were great, you could find really unique things there, but you could find the same thing at Wal-Mart for half the price. Maybe he was just being cheap and very stingy with his money, or maybe he was making wise investments, and shopping cheaply instead of getting top of the line things.

Lucas was just kind of lost in his own world, as he wandered around the place. He seemed to be lost quite often now a days. He didn't hang out with as many people as he used to, for his knees took away a huge portion of his life. He'd done a lot of sports in the past, and really that had gained him a lot of 'friends' and many things to do. Well, now that he's out of all intense sports for the rest of his life, he's lost a thought of people who he had once thought to be friends, and his schedule was hardly packed more often then not. Few people had stayed with him over the time, and those that have he loves dearly. Other he'd drifted away from. It wasn't his fault that he'd had to stop with all of his sports. He loved them dearly and loved the attention he got from people. He needed that kind of joy in his life, but some things were possible no matter how much you wanted them. Like people and their desire to fly through the skies out of their own power, now, that's about as likely as Lucas ever being able to play any of his sports again, which unless there is some way to cure arthritis, then that's just plain impossible, and pretty crazy if you ask him.

A lot of people dressed to show money, or to display the clique that they belonged to. Lucas dressed in whatever he wanted, not caring about what someone might say to him. Sure this shirt was kind of a little out there for most people, but it was tight fitting as him likes them, and it definitely made him stand out more since he wasn't a star player on sports teams anymore. Lucas saw cliques as labels that ruined the young minds of society. Everyone had to look their best to get into the best places, and everyone had to wear the name brands so they would be thought of as amazing people. What hides under those clothes? Liars, fakes and god only knows what else. The clothes don't tell that kind of person you are, but show the kind of person you think you are.
His thoughts were interrupted as from across the way a familiar looking boy called his name. Deep blue eyes looked up to rest upon the guy that was walking over toward him. One can never forget a face that they have known since kindergarten. OK, so maybe that wasn't the face he'd known in kindergarten, but there was no way that he could forget a guy like Branden. Yes, over the years that Lucas hasn't been able to play any sports, there's no doubt that they have drifted away from one another. About two years ago, the two were the closest of friends, and now Lucas always seemed to be 'busy' and never had time to talk. There was no excuse here, so he'd stand and talk for a little while.

"Branden." Lucas said looking over at the other for a second. He'd never forget this guy, sure they grown apart a little bit, but he'd never forget one of his friends. Even if the two hated each other for some reason (which wasn't true as far as Lucas knew) he'd always remember this guy. He nodded in agreement as Branden spoke, saying that it was good to see him again. Kind of a weird place to meet up with one another again, but hey, go with the flow, and keep talking. It can't be too horribly bad unless the gossip coulomb writers hang out here twenty four/seven which Lucas knew they didn't. He been here enough to know... and could care less if they decided to write something about him. No of course he was never in there for having a girlfriend or anything of the sort, but what did it matter anyway? That kind of news lasts for about a week and then there's something much better and much juicier to read about. Argh gotta love that high school drama... not.
"How have you been doing? It's been a while." Lucas said as he pulled on the ends of his sleeves rather self consciously as he stood only a few feet away from his friend of 13 years. No one knew about his suicide attempt, thank god. It would be the death of him, not literally, because he wasn't going to try that again, but it would be his social death. He'd loose probably any friend that he'd had ever even thought about having. No one wanted to hang out with a psycho. He'd gone so far down hill in these passed few years that it was terrifying. He was on depression medication, and some days it seemed like the only thing that was keeping him alive.