Can You {Peyton} Take It

[Mitchel||Trinity]

Old people hung out on boardwalks, right? Yeah... Wait, no? Maybe. And old people didn't exactly "hang out", did they? No, not the last time that he had checked. Well, that was an interesting way of putting it, if you thought about it. I mean, old people hanging out? Please. But, wait. If they didn't hang out, what did they do? Because they certainly didn't chill. Why was Mitchel even trying to figure out what it was that old people did? Oh well. And that was when it hit him! Old people had get togethers. That was a nice way of putting it. Although, he didn't think he'd ever call someone up and ask "do you want to have a get together?" That would freak him out a little bit beyond normal things. Oh, well, that was just him. Maybe one day, when he was old, someone would call him and ask that. But, who wanted to get old anyways? No one would ever look at you. And you can't really go around doing wild and crazy things because well, you can't move very well, and people expect you to be extremely mature. Psch. Maturity? That was for, well, old people! Besides, you only get to be fifteen once, so you may as well live!

So, annoying people was a really fun thing to do. Even though it's actually really annoying for the person, Mitchel quite enjoyed annoying people. Because, it was, well, enjoyable. And it gave you something to do when you couldn't do anything else. So, he'd wanted to at least go out and do something, cause a little bit of trouble. Which was always a great thing to do. As long as your mother doesn't find out. Because then you might get into a little bit, no, a lot, of trouble. With that being said, Mitchel had called up his buddy Peyton and asked her to meet him at the boardwalk. They could cause a little bit of trouble down there. Yeah, that was always a fun thing to do!

Mitchel looked around the boardwalk for a moment. Yeah, most of the people there were pretty old. Well, that was always a fun thing. Or not. Well, it might be. Who knew, though? It probably just depended on the person. But, whom in their right mind would like to get down and jiggy with an old person!? Eeeeew! Don't think thoughts like that! That's just really, really, REALLY gross! Ew, ew, ew. Get that out of your head! Mitchel ended up hitting himself in the head repeatedly, laughing at that thought, actually. It was pretty gross, but he found it hilarious that he'd actually thought of it in a way like that. Well, boys will be boys. Even if that wasn't anything a normal boy would think. Because, what normal boy thinks about old people like that?! Alright, I'll stop that now because this is just sickening. DO NOT PICTURE THIS. Danger, danger! Caution, caution! Wow... The things that went on inside this boy's head. It was insane. And if you weren't into that whole "weird is the new normal" stuff, well, you wouldn't last five minutes in the brain of Mitchel Camebridge:: super duper weird kid who makes it look so normal, that it's a style of living. Wait. What? By this time the boy was dying of laughter. He just couldn't stop. Oh, wow.

[-->PEYTON&&GABBY<--]

Let's Get In Trouble, Baby

Skirts. Ew. Peyton hated skirts. They were just so uncomfortable, and you could never do anything in them. You couldn't jump around on stage, you couldn't climb anything, you couldn't run or skip or anything along those lines. She didn't mind dresses as much, but skirts just annoyed her. But when you still don't have your clothes and all of your stuff was dirty you'd make due with a skirt. The thing was tiny, it was her cousin's who was a size zero.
"Nice ass, Pey"

"Huh?" she looked down, then back up at her cousin with an icy glare. Her ass was quite muscular, as well as her legs. Not in a disgusting way but in a way that got her compliments, it was from the running. She grabbed a pair of red leggings, red leggings and a black skirt, possibly her favorite color combination ever. She went into the guest room that she was occupying until she got a dorm and grabbed a tight white From First To Last shirt and put it on over her black tank top.

"I'm gonna go see a friend," said Peyton bluntly grabbing her bag and walking out the door. She didn't wait for the other girl to acknowledge her leaving before she left.

Peyton walked out of the appartment to her car, fumbling for her keys she opened the door to the old car and sat down in the pleather seat. She pluged her iPod into the cigatette lighter and shut the car door, not bothering to take the roof down even on a mild day such as this one. She picked a song and the speakers began to play Cobra Starship. Her black chucks hit the gas and she was off.

She ruffled her blonde curls and drove along the streets, trying to find the boardwalk. Baisically, her philosophy was to drive to the beach and follow it until she saw the planks of wood that make up a board walk. It ended up working out well for her, even though she had to change her direction a few times. She parker her car and got out, ruffling her hair yet again.

The girl walked up to the board walk, slipping on a pair of aviator glasses. She looked around on the boardwalk. Why were there so many old people? She raised a brow. She was personally not a fan of old people. All they did was complain and in Peyton's case yell at her. She walked down the boardwalk for a few minutes looking for a vaguely familliar face.

She saw the boy, hitting his head repeatidely. She just watched for a little bit, laughing to herself. She finally walked up to him, tapping him on his right shoulder but walking up to his left side, in attempt to have him look to the other side and not see her there. She loved doing that.
"May I ask why you're practicing self-mutilation?" she asked with a tiny giggle.

[Mitchel||Trinity]

He was sure that the old people wouldn't appreciate what things he was plotting in his little mind. Well, that made him seem really, really stupid. And he wasn't stupid. In fact, he was pretty smart. Well, sometimes. But, not everyone can be a genius. And Mitchel was quite happy with the way that he was. Sure, he wasn't extremely smart, but he wasn't entirely dim either. So, it was alright. And a lot of the time, really, really smart people didn't know how to have fun. And the last thing Mitchel ever wanted to be was a kill joy. So, sure, maybe, just maybe, he tried a little bit too hard. But, pleasing people was a lot of fun. It usually ended up making people happy and the boy was usually the happiest when he was making other people happy. So, that was a good thing about the entire situation. Mitchel tapped his feet against the ground, still hitting himself in the head for his thoughts. They were pretty bad thoughts. And you wouldn't exactly want to know what the fuck he was thinking when he'd thought about those old people in such ways.

And it wasn't like all old people were bad. They could be nice. When they made you cookies. Yes, cookies. That was like, the best thing you could get out of old people. Because it seemed like a great lot of them enjoyed baking. That actually reminded him of his best friend, Emotion. That kid loved baking. Maybe he was an old woman in disguise. Oooh. That would be quite scary, actually. The thought of it made him shudder. Well, everything would be alright. Mitchel looked up when he was tapped on the shoulder, looking around a bit. Then he heard a familiar voice and smiled. Yeah, she'd got him. Because, she was standing on the opposite side of him. Oh well, blame the koalas for that. Sorry, I'm going into old television show references from Australia. Because everyone wishes they were the crocodile hunter. Oi, that wasn't going to end up all that great now was it?

"Well, I'm not really practicing it," Mitchel stated. "At least, not intentionally. And if I were to tell you why, I'd have to find a machine to clear your memory because it would scar you for life." He grinned up at her from his seat on the bench. "Sit, sit," he said, tapping the spot next to him. The two would have to plan something rather mischevious to do to all these old people. They were sort of uncomfortable to be around, actually. You see, if he continued on his own, he'd probably go back into that good old, non reliable, track of thought that he seemed to have been leading. But, honestly, who in their right mind thinks about those things? Er, apparently Mitchel. But, he was a special kid. Or so his mother told him. "Alright, so the question here is," he began, looking about, "what are we going to do for fun today? I mean, it shouldn't be all that hard, if you think about it, but you never know, right?" He laughed a little bit. "And all these old people are pretty much asking for us to bother them. I mean, just look at them sitting there like bumps on a log!"