one thing is crystal clear TYLER&CIARAN

[Ciaran Noah Black]

Ciaran had completely lost all sense of time as he sat crossed legged, half dressed, on his bed with his iPhone lazily thrown on the creased quiet in front of him. He didn’t expect the whole ‘gossip thing’ to spread around the camp sp quickly. It was worse than Melbourne High or any other high school in that matter. Frowning at the wall, which he and his room mate had attempted to decorate with band posters, ahead of him he picked at his nails thoughtfully. He didn’t actually know what to think, the ‘thing’ with Tyler was confusing enough, and now it had escaped and been thrown around the entire island, probably having been altered along the way, he was as confused as ever.

Most people now thought him and his best friends were dating, which as far as Ciaran knew was not true, and C had no idea on how to get the message across that they weren’t. He’d tried denying the fact that the two had been making out, and he was pretty sure that Tyler would do the same thing, there was no way he’d announce to the world that he had actually been snogging his Australian friend. But, no, apparently that hadn’t worked, and after having logged onto the camp’s online chat room and walked past the pathetic gossip wall Ciaran had developed a headache with all the thinking he’d been doing. It was just so frustrating.

Still frowning, he grabbed his phone from where it lay a few inches in front of his crossed legs and pondered on whether to text Tyler or not, he was probably more annoyed, probably angrier, than Ciaran himself. He sighed and dropped his phone back on the bed, throwing his head back so it hit the pillow behind him. Maybe he should just get dressed, head down to the canteen and pretend that none of this was happening.

ooc: it doesn't really go anywhere but lol (:

[Tyler Bradford]

Ciaran had obviously thought correctly. Tyler was spitting mad. The stupid bugger who’d seen him on the beach with Ciaran last night had gone and scrawled it all over the fucking gossip wall! Tyler stood up from the desk and lashed out angrily, scattering books, bits of paper and empty soda cans across the floor. Clarinet boy was nowhere to be seen, and Tyler was kind of glad because he didn’t really fancy going to prison for murder today. Stomping around his room, he hunted around for his vans and eventually found them under a pile of old underwear, socks and shirts. Slipping them on he stomped out of his dorm and slammed the door shut rather violently behind him. Putting on his sunglasses he headed outside with a joint of mostly tobacco and a small pinch of weed in his hand.

Walking down the beach, Tyler couldn’t really care less if he got caught smoking. The tobacco helped him think clearer and the marijuana calmed him down, and eventually he’d brought himself back to a reasonably steady state. But it wouldn’t take much to tip him off the edge. Rounding a corner, Tyler cast a venomous look at a group of younger teens from Melbourne High. They giggled at him, and one of the bolder boys opened his mouth to start jeering at Tyler. Like a snake, Tyler lashed out and grabbed the boy by the scruff of his shirt.
“Don’t you fucking say a word you stupid piece of shit!”

[/size]Tyler yelled furiously, causing the boy’s friends to shrink away nervously. The boy in Tyler’s grasp squirmed in an attempt to free himself.
“I didn’t say nothin!” the boy protested, still trying to get away from Tyler’s iron grasp. His chest heaving, Tyler attempted to push away his murderous thoughts and just let it drop but he couldn’t. Before even he knew what he was doing, he’d punched the boy in the side of the face and thrown him violently down to the floor. Whimpering, the boy spat out blood from where Tyler’s blow had cut the inside of his mouth and gave the older teen a dirty look. But it fell on the back of Tyler’s head, because he was already storming off back the way he’d come.

After taking the rather scenic route (as in, walking aimlessly around the island for several hours), Tyler found himself outside Ciaran’s door. Glancing around him, he saw that no one was around and he felt safe to enter the room. God, how sad was that? He had to check that no one was watching him going into his best friend’s room. Opening the door he peered inside feeling slightly nervous all of a sudden. He saw Ciaran sitting on his bed with just his shorts on, and despite himself Tyler felt his ears get hot.
“Hey Baby C,” Tyler muttered, making his way over to the bed and sitting down next to him. Suddenly all his anger had dampened down to a heavy blanket of self pity.

ooc – I SMELL ANGRY SEX >8O[/blockquote]

[Ciaran Noah Black]

Pushing his hair out of his face, as he always did every other second, Ciaran lay on his back and stared up at his ceiling. He sighed again and rolled onto his side, dragging himself of the bed. His attempt to get dressed didn’t last very long; he wriggled out of his pajama bottoms, and grabbed the khaki shorts from a pile of already worn clothes from the floor. His phone flashed from his bed on the other side of the room and he shuffled into his shorts whilst attempted to walk over to the vibrating iPhone. Flicking the hair out of his eyes again, he collapsed on the mattress again, and grabbed his phone, a missed call from his mother. Yeah, he wouldn’t ring her back. He wasn’t in the mood to talk to her. He turned his phone of in annoyance, chucking it further down the mattress so it landed on the pillow he’d previously been lying on.

Ciaran found himself staring at the wall again, trying to get his mind around something. He didn’t know whether to be annoyed, angry, frustrated, confused, slightly glad, or just all of those things. It was in no doubt that the whole camp knew about what happened, whatever did happen, on the beach last night with him and Tyler. There probably wasn’t anything he could do about it, so there wasn’t much point in trying to avoid it, and people’s comments. The sixteen year old rubbed his head with his thumbs and almost jumped when the opening of his dormitory door interrupted his concentration.

He turned his head to see who it was, and felt his cheeks flush as he realised it was Tyler, and here he was sitting there without a t-shirt. He managed a smile, well attempted, but Ciaran still had the frown on his face. “Hey…” he muttered quietly, but loud enough for his friend to hear as the Brit sat beside him. He dumped his hands in his lap nervously and glanced across at Tyler, after a long pause Ciaran opened his mouth to say something, “...I guess you were right then” He said blankly, “I mean, fucking everyone knows… about well, whatever” He shrugged, running a hand through his hair. His eyes searching Tyler in an attempt to figure out how pissed his best friend actually was right now.

[Tyler Bradford]

Luckily for Ciaran – or unluckily, depending on how you wanted to look at it – he didn’t have to wait too long to find out exactly how pissed off his friend was. Standing up again, Tyler paced around the room agitatedly, tutting to himself every time he trod on something he probably shouldn’t tread on such as relatively clean looking clothes and shoes.

“Of course I was fucking right,” he grumbled, rubbing his hand where he’d slammed it into that younger boy’s face a few hours earlier. It still ached dully, but it made him feel slightly better when he imagined how much the kid’s face would be hurting. Continuing to pace, he made his way closer to Ciaran’s wall and contemplated punching it. Instead he paused his pacing, and rested his hand on a patch of bare wall that wasn’t covered in band posters.

“Everyone knows what, C?!” Tyler snapped, looking up at the other boy, feeling the anger he’d dampened down when he’d entered the room boil up again like re-boiling lukewarm water in a kettle.
“What is this?” he sighed, still sounding bitter and angry. He didn’t know what was going on in his head. All he knew was that it was weird and he didn’t like it. Tyler wasn’t very good at working out his emotions – he tended to bottle it all up then let it out in one explosive outburst. Looking up at his best friend turned awkward gay fling, he chewed the inside of his mouth thoughtfully.
“I..well...Do you know what this is?” Tyler muttered pathetically, feeling lost for something to say. It had become rather a habit in the last few days and he wasn’t enjoying it one little bit.[/blockquote][/size]

[Ciaran Noah Black]

Ciaran looked back down into his lap, frowning heavily at his thighs. He picked at his hands awkwardly, not knowing what to say back to his highly aggravated friend as he paced the room angrily. He really didn’t see how he could get so annoyed about this, well, he could in some light, but surely, not everyone would believe a rumour that suddenly appeared. No one would ever think that Tyler and Ciaran would be caught kissing, so why would they believe it all of a sudden. Sighing silently, he blocked out that thought, he was just being hopeful, of course everyone freaking believed it.

Frowning still, Ciaran lifted his head, finding the other boys face again. He was getting pretty annoyed at the fact that Tyler was in a foul mood, sure it was understandable to get pissed off with the whole rumour thing flying around the camp, but it was always as if he was directing it at Ciaran. “How am I supposed to fucking know?!” He replied, raising his voice, which was a rarity in all, he didn’t know what this was; he didn’t know what everyone knew. “... whatever crap has been spread around this place...” he said quickly whilst he clambered off the bed, but hesitated, and collapsed back onto the mattress.

Pausing for a while, and taking a deep breath Ciaran sighed and shrugged, “I don’t know” He frowned; all Ciaran knew was that in a few days his feelings towards his best friend had suddenly somewhat changed. “…it’s just…yeah...” he didn’t know what else to say, so he repeated himself, “Idon’tknow…?” He mumbled, still frowning. He stood up again, and stuffed his hands in the pockets of his short, having now completely forgotten that was all he was wearing.

[Tyler Bradford]

Shaking his head, Tyler tried to make sense of all the shit going on in his head.

“I’m sorry C...I shouldn’t take it out on you,” he sighed, running his hands through his hair and then rubbing his face as though tired. He wasn’t physically tired, but he felt like he’d run a hundred marathons in his sleep. Walking back towards the bed that Ciaran was sitting on, Tyler quickly wrestled with himself in his mind. He had several options to choose from at this moment in time and he needed to figure out which one to choose in the next few seconds. First option was to continue like this, not knowing what the hell was going on. Option number two was to just forget about it and option number three was to actually work out what this was all about.

Tyler’s mind didn’t work fast enough in the time it took for him to cross the room and sit down next to Ciaran so he went with option number one. Reaching out shyly he pushed a clump of Ciaran’s long hair behind his ear and lent in to kiss his cheek gently.
“Who fucking cares what this is anyway?” he muttered quietly into the other boy’s ear, his other hand finding its way onto Ciaran’s thigh.
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[Ciaran Noah Black]

Ciaran didn’t reply, not knowing what to reply with anyway, so he did what he did best and just sat there in silence. Pulling his hands into his lap again, he began fiddling with his fingers. Annoying himself by fidgeting too much he dropped his hands to his side and glanced over at Tyler again. He brought his legs up onto the mattress, sitting cross legged again and forcing himself not to frown, because in all honesty it was beginning to hurt and wasn’t doing his headache any good.

Thankfully, although he hadn’t become any less confused than he had been this morning, or from a few days ago, when all ‘this’ started, his headache was starting to disappear. He blinked for a second, and realised that Tyler was back on the bed, sitting beside him again. He scrunched up his face in concentration, as if he was once again trying to think of something sensible to say, or anything that would help the situation or make sense. Nothing came into his head, his thoughts still resembling a knot.

He cursed himself as his breathing sped quite rapidly as Tyler pushed his hair behind his ear and glanced up at the other boy once more as he pecked Ciaran on the cheek. What was wrong with him? He shrugged to the question, feeling his skin radiate heat as he remembered he was already bare chested. Leaning forward, not being able to control his movements so it seemed, Ciaran slowly moved his hand to the older boys arm and pressed himself closer. Did he care what this was? He didn’t have an answer, so he just went with the flow, as per. Ciaran turned his head slightly, moving inwards to place his lips upon Tyler’s, placing his other hand behind his best friends head, pulling him closer and parting both of their lips. He didn’t know what he was doing, but he didn’t care right now.

[Tyler Bradford]

The returning kiss took Tyler by surprise. Slowly but surely, Ciaran had become less and less shy about this whole thing, and yet Tyler seemed to be getting worse. Sighing softly, he moved his hands to press firmly against Ciaran’s back, feeling the lithe muscles under the skin. Tasting Ciaran’s breath mixed with his own, Tyler let his eyes slide shut as he pressed closer into the kiss. This was definitely a lot more comfortable than making out on the beach. Tyler was still picking bits of sand out of his hair and nails after that episode.

Pulling back for breath, Tyler tried not to think about the uncomfortable feeling starting to nag him in the pants department, and gently pushed Ciaran down so he was lying on the bed beneath him. Opening his mouth to speak, Tyler had a sudden feeling of not having a voice at all, and decided to continue kissing him. The discomfort didn’t go away, and he felt his neck and chest flushing as he shyly teased his tongue against Ciaran’s.

[shut up I know it’s too short.]

[Ciaran Noah Black]

Shocked himself, at his sudden ray of confidence, or whatever you would call it, Ciaran continued the kiss and moved his hand from Tyler’s arm and hesitantly onto his waist.
The sudden thought of his door being unlocked struck the sixteen year old for a moment, his roomie was out (obviously) and he didn’t particularly want him to randomly appear, that would not help the situation with the rumours very much at all. Ciaran hoped to god that wouldn’t happen. Already having happened twice, it surely wouldn’t be appreciated.
That thought seemed to vanish quickly enough as he felt himself fall backwards onto the mattress, having been pushed by Tyler.

The speed of Ciaran’s breathing had improved slightly, for some reason his nerves had seemed to settle, although deep down, he was still as nervous as ever. Ciaran couldn’t tell if he was blushing or not, he felt incredibly hot in his own skin, and seeing as he wasn’t wearing a t-shirt, he didn’t know whether or not that was a good thing. Blinking stupidly, he seemed to do that a lot recently, Ciaran looked up at Tyler. This was beyond strange, to probably both of them. Sharing Tyler’s discomfort Ciaran frowned slightly, not knowing what to do or say next, and whilst kissing him back the Australian moved his hands slowly up Tyler’s t-shirt, feeling a little awkward that he was the only one chest born.

Not as shyly as before, but still shy enough, he gathered the material in his hands as they trailed up his best friend’s side. This was definitely strange, but Ciaran didn’t feel the want to stop, as he continued kissing his fellow classmate.

[Tyler Bradford]

Brushing the back of his hand across Ciaran’s flushed cheeks, Tyler couldn’t help but grin. They were both in a right state with all their blood rushing to the surface and their breathing coming fast and ragged. None of this was making any sense to Tyler. Surely if he wasn’t gay he wouldn’t be getting turned on by making out with another guy. Hell, he’d dispelled the usual teenage sexuality questions last year when he made out with his friend’s brother. But Ciaran was different, seeming to bend the rules. It was typical that Tyler should have come across someone who was really right for him but unfortunately was born the wrong gender.

He quickly dropped everything from his mind, however, as he continued to kiss his friend. They say the mind only has seven memory slots, so if you have seven things on your mind and you think of an eighth; one of the previous seven would drop off. His skin tingled as Ciaran’s hands slid up his side; The discomfort in his pants had turned to a hardness; He was convinced he’d get a nose bleed if his face flushed anymore and what his tongue was doing probably made up for the rest of the seven. Because his memory slots were all pre-occupied at this moment in time, it failed to cross his mind that the door was still slightly ajar.

[Ciaran Noah Black]

Ciaran continued pushing his hands up Tyler’s side, taking the material of his t-shirt with him and trying to control his ridiculous blushing. Biting his lip nervously he attempted to yank the top off of his best friend head. He wasn’t even sure what the hell he was doing, what the hell was he even supposed to be doing? The sixteen year old had no clue, he just knew that right now all he seemed to be concerned about was making out with his fellow team mate and his closest friend. Minus Cassie, of course. Now, there was a thought, what would Cassie say if she ever found out about whatever was going on between her two best friends?

Not wanting to think about it, Ciaran blinked again and focused nervously back on Tyler, completely forgetting the whole ‘dormitory door is still unlocked and anyone could walk in right now’ fiasco that was previously going on in his mind. Obviously the bassist must’ve been at least partially gay, he wouldn’t of course be doing this, and enjoying it as much as he was, if he wasn’t. Pulling away, breaking the ongoing kiss, Ciaran dropped the t-shirt Tyler was previously wearing beside him on the mattress, and looked completely clueless and almost petrified. Now what?

ooc: i so almost put Jake through all of that. I'm in a moody Jake mood. ha.

[Tyler Bradford]

As Ciaran tried to pull off his shirt, Tyler had to pull away from the kiss and lifted his arms. Panting softly, Tyler tried to smile reassuringly at his friend but it looked fake and out of place – the whiteness of his teeth stark against the red of his face. Now shirtless and out of the kiss, Tyler reigned in his breathing and checked in with his body again. He seemed to have lost a bit of control whilst his mind got lost in Ciaran. His shirt was now on the floor, showing off his flushed chest. Tyler had always had very pale skin but it never was a bother till he got worked up like this.
“N-Now what?” he muttered through his panting. The only thing going through his mind at this point was ‘sex’, but the very thought of it paralysed him with apprehension. This was much worse than his first time; it had felt natural to him because that’s what girls and boys did. Unfortunately, Tyler still kind of thought that gayness wasn’t right. Which pretty much sucked because it turned out he might be just a tad on the gay side. Sighing, he leaned forwards and placed his lips nervously on Ciaran’s forehead, trying to keep his breathing calm when the bare skin on their chests touched.

[Ciaran Noah Black]

Tyler had literally just taking the words out of Ciaran’s mouth. Except, maybe it wasn’t so literal because Ciaran probably wouldn’t of said them, he was just thinking exactly the same thing. He didn’t know where to go next, he didn’t even know how to go any further, okay, maybe he did, but the sixteen year old have never done anything like that before. And it was of course, completely different to being with a girl. He’d never even properly kissed a boy until a few days ago, who just so happened to be his best friend.

He attempted to blow his hair out of his face, not wanting to move his hands from the bed he was lying on, and looked up again at Tyler, shaking his head as he did not have an answer. Quietly he muttered, “I err…I don’t... know” and then a small laugh escaped after his nervous utterance. Although completely terrifying in some aspects and confusing, the whole situation right now was kind of amusing. Neither of them had a clue what was going on between them anyway and it was a first for both of them, well, majorly. But the laughter didn’t last long, Ciaran’s breathing was still faster than it should be, but he couldn’t help but smile as he knew he wasn’t the only one feeling like this. Both of them were pretty much in the same boat.

After battling hesitantly inside his mind on what to do or say, Ciaran slowly moved his hands from his sides placing them around Tyler’s waist, hooking his thumbs on the worn studded belt, whist awkwardly glancing up at him again.

[Cassandra Prewett]

Cassandra sat cross-legged on her bed, with her laptop infront of her and the camp chat box up on the screen, but no-one worth speaking to was around. Typical. Cassie rolled her eyes and turned up the song playing on her iTunes. It was one of her favorites- Mr Brightside by The Killers. Sure the song was overrated, but it was still incredible. Only problem was, the track was always so quiet, she wasn't too sure why, and it always drove her crazy. Anyway, once she'd turned up the song, she pulled her cell-phone out of her jacket pocket, and pressed all the buttons one after another. The fucking thing had been on the fritz for days; not one phone call from C or Ty had gotten through, even though both of them swore they'd been trying to get hold of her. When nothing happened after a few more minutes of random tapping at buttons, Cassie yelled in frustration and threw the phone across the room, where it sailed cleanly out of the door that had just been opened by her room mate."...shit. the fuck did you do that for?" she grumbled, getting to her feet. "now I'm gunna have to go looking for the piece of crap. My dad will only replace the phone for me. I still need the sim..."

Ten minutes of searching and muttering later, Cassie found herself staring at her door with her now destroyed cell phone in one hand, no shoes on, and no key to her room. "fuck's sake." she sighed, as she pounded uselessly on the door. Roomie from hell was already blasting Miley Cyrus at full volume, there was no way she'd hear Cassie knocking over that. After deliberating for a few moments, she decided that the best idea would be to go kill some time with baby C. Tyler was often more entertaining, of course, but Ciaran was less likely to laugh at her current predicament. With another heavy sigh, she turned on her heel and made her way to the posh, girly-looking aussie's room.

"Wooooman, yeah womaaaan..." she sang loudly, bursting into the room without bothering to knock. For some reason, Cassie was suddenly in a loud singing sort of mood- and this song was perfect for C. "you got to beeee a womannn, i got the...

what the shit?"[/b] The American girl looked in shock at the two shirtless boys- her best friends, as they lay on Ciaran's bed. Things were looking very cosy.... "You.. but... it was true??!" Cassie's hand flew instantly up to her dark, messy curls, pushing them up and back off her face in a nervous reaction to the scene in front of her. Her best friends were... fuck. Was this what Ciaran felt like when her and Ty got a bit intimate?"W-why didn't you tell me?" she somehow managed to choke out. [/size][/blockquote]

[Tyler Bradford]

Shyly he reached out and felt his hand down Ciaran’s side, his fingertips tingling with adrenalin. None of this was really making any sense to Tyler what so ever and he doubted it was making much sense to the boy underneath him either. Sighing and fidgeting slightly in discomfort, he got frustrated that his hardness wasn’t going away, and he was still flushed as if he had just run a mile in midday heat.
“Well I guess we could ah...um...well...?” Tyler muttered, chewing at his lip in the pauses - they felt tender from the bruising kisses he’d thrust upon Ciaran. Sighing, he moved to kiss his friend once again when a girl burst into the room, singing noisily. Tyler jumped and let out a yell, feeling his face heating again. The girl’s reaction to the situation confirmed Tyler’s initial suspicion that it was Cass. Scrabbling to his feet and falling over a pile of clothes – which included his cast aside tshirt – Tyler looked up from where he’d fallen on his ass and several expressions crossed his face at once.
“Told you what?!” he blurted out, taking his first instinct to deny it all, “There’s nothing to tell!”