Post by ETHAN H. RHYMES on Feb 17, 2010 0:15:57 GMT -5
they say a face for fame is a crying shame
and to face the crowd is to play their game
AND I CAN PLAY A LITTLE TOO ROUGH
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Sometimes life sent you on a rollercoaster ride that you so dearly wanted to get off of. The turns and twists are so random and make your mind focus on one thing and one thing only. Getting out alive. At this point in his life, Ethan Rhymes was truthfully not sure he would make it out alive. Yeah, he had made up with his girlfriend Belladonna Allen recently, but he still felt a little twinge of regret for breaking her heart when he yelled at her in front of a lot of people. What was he thinking? Why couldn’t he have taken it better? Ethan was always known for overreacting, but in front of this many people? Oh well. He was a dramatic guy and lived a dramatic life. There was always drama. His lifestyle was not the most functional (with all the alcohol and fighting) but he had a damn good life, nonetheless. He had achieved country-wide fame without even winning the Shameless tour yet. Infamy was great; I mean, you get free food! Ethan was almost always thinking about food. He had a big appetite, and his dreams were as big as his aforementioned appetite. After he finally got freedom from his mother, Ethan put his dream life into motion. He lived how he pleased and finished school. Two of his goals done just like that. How much easier things were when the iron weight of his mother’s presence was gone. He shuddered whenever someone mentioned her name, but other than that he was fully recovered from the tortured he had endured. Ethan decided there was nothing to do other than to take his life into his own hands and control it the way he wanted to.
When Ethan met Bella, he thought she was just a pretty face, no matter how awful that seems. But the more they saw each other, the more he admired the poker face she put on to the world along with the façade of the ‘I don’t give a shit’ demeanor. She was truly a very nice girl and wished she would expose that side of herself to the public. But upon thinking about this, Ethan considered himself an absolute hypocrite by thinking this. He himself put on a charade that he is badass and tough. Actually, he was pretty bad boy-ish, but he also had another side of him that only Bella knows and sees. See, Ethan was pretty confident that he is bipolar. Or at least a little bipolar. His moods could swing as severely as a girl’s, which was pretty damn annoying, to be honest. He had to get this from his mother, unfortunately. His father was either happy or sad. One at a time. One a day. He was mad when rightfully provoked and happy the rest of the time. Ethan was not by any means like this. He was angry, then happy, then sad. It was really confusing to the poor boy and gave him endless headaches. So today, Ethan decided to treat his girlfriend to a day on Staten Island. Hey, they were in New York and there was just so much to do in this city that never sleeps.
Due to communication errors on Ethan’s fault, they traveled to the island separately. He wished she was on the large orange ferry that transported people from Manhattan to the island he needed to be on. The weather was not the best, but it was kind of romantic. Ethan could just see the two of them walking on the boardwalk, hands clasped together, and letting fluffy snowflakes land upon their heads. He hoped this was how their day would go. They were admittedly quite the cute couple. But they were also a power couple. Their influence was great and their fame was even greater. What he loved about their fame was that they could do whatever they liked and would not get ridiculed (or at least by the news. But maybe by the gossips. Ophelia Whitman, in particular). The boat was slowly reaching the shore and Ethan was glad. The boat ride seemed awfully long without someone to talk to. Well, he could talk to Shameless fans, but that would not be the same. They would just ask about his life and that would, inevitably, piss him off.
The boat docked and Ethan slowly filed out of it, clutching onto his phone, waiting for a text from Bella saying she would be there any minute. Anticipating this was bad for his health, for he was on edge and each passing second seemed like a day and a half. The snow was weakly blanketing the urban island, and it was also dimming Ethan’s good mood. What if she does not show? What is she ditched him for some other guy. A guy who was less dramatic. A guy who liked the same things she did. There were other lead singers single, as well. Silas Turner from Radio Soul was, and he was a hit with the ladies. He was also sickly nice, which made him much more attainable. As he sat on an empty bench on the boardwalk, he waited for Bella, contemplating life. If he was a girl, he would not want to date his male self. Ethan was almost as bitchy as any snotty little teenage girl. But somehow the world was on his side and had quite a few girls like him. It was probably just his bad boy attitude and his pretty okay looks. He was nothing amazing, just one of those guys one would think ‘Oh, he is cute’ about. Ethan did not really mind this, he did not have any trouble finding girls. It was just keeping girls he had a problem with. Bella was, admittedly, the longest relationship he had had, which he was secretly very proud about. She was his weakness and he loved how she made him feel so incredibly weak. She was like an invisible force that made him do whatever she wanted him to. This feeling was oddly amazing to Ethan. His vague smile was still on his face as he zoned out, waiting for his girlfriend to show up.
WORD COUNT 1,033
NOTES Hullo, Ethella. Welcome to Staten Island!
TAGGED Bella/Demi. Ethan/Myself (The Unicorn of Sex) as well, of course. ;D
STATUS Finished
CREDITS Poison - All Time Low
by Doe-Eyed Harlot of Caution.
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