â Dorian Victor
At first, everything was fuzzy. The first thing he noticed was that everyone was asleep, which meant that he was the first one awake. Now the second thing he noticed, was that they had stopped moving. This was the third day since their department of the slave ship, which meant it was their third day without food. Luckily, one of them had remembered to bring water... and he was pretty sure each of them could be accused of drinking the sea water at some point in time. Sure, it was nasty and probably not good for you but... Three days without food or water? You sort of got desperate. Maybe the water would have made them sick, but not having water would have killed them.
God, his friends probably hated him. How had he managed to get them into this mess? It wasn't like he had known that the ship wasn't the "luxury cruise" they had been promised. Besides, each of his friends had looked pretty happy to go. So really, it couldn't be completely blamed on him. Even if he did feel considerably terrible for the whole ordeal.
When they still weren't moving, Dorian decided he needed to actually sit up and find out what was going on. Still no one had woken, but he was sure the squeal that came a few moments later would wake at least one of them. "Guys!" He knew Travis was pretty pissed at him- he had a black eye to prove it. "Guys- wake up!" The brown haired boy repeated, nearly rolling himself out of the little boat and onto land "We've hit land! It's... I don't know, but we're somewhere!" At that moment, he looked so excited. It'd be like kicking a puppy when he realized it was just an island, and they were still alone.
At first, everything was fuzzy. The first thing he noticed was that everyone was asleep, which meant that he was the first one awake. Now the second thing he noticed, was that they had stopped moving. This was the third day since their department of the slave ship, which meant it was their third day without food. Luckily, one of them had remembered to bring water... and he was pretty sure each of them could be accused of drinking the sea water at some point in time. Sure, it was nasty and probably not good for you but... Three days without food or water? You sort of got desperate. Maybe the water would have made them sick, but not having water would have killed them.
God, his friends probably hated him. How had he managed to get them into this mess? It wasn't like he had known that the ship wasn't the "luxury cruise" they had been promised. Besides, each of his friends had looked pretty happy to go. So really, it couldn't be completely blamed on him. Even if he did feel considerably terrible for the whole ordeal.
When they still weren't moving, Dorian decided he needed to actually sit up and find out what was going on. Still no one had woken, but he was sure the squeal that came a few moments later would wake at least one of them. "Guys!" He knew Travis was pretty pissed at him- he had a black eye to prove it. "Guys- wake up!" The brown haired boy repeated, nearly rolling himself out of the little boat and onto land "We've hit land! It's... I don't know, but we're somewhere!" At that moment, he looked so excited. It'd be like kicking a puppy when he realized it was just an island, and they were still alone.
â Travis Tomasic
Three days ago, Travis had punched Dorian Victor in the face. It was somewhat of a deja vu- the first time they met, Travis had been punching him in the face. Ironic how afterwards in detention, they had become friends. Somehow, Dorian's usual laid-back, carefreeness had acted well with his own bad boy sort of exterior. And Dorian didn't date much, so he didn't have to worry about accidentally sleeping with his girlfriend or something. Though he did know his friend disapproved of him sleeping around so much. Recently, it had ceased though, because he had been in a relationship. Unfortunately they were over now, had been for about a month. He was pretty sure that Dorian was more upset about it than he had been.
If you asked Travis why he was here, he would simply say because he had to be. Really, he didn't have many friends. He could hardly even consider Stephanie and Ollie his friends, they were something he called FBA's- Friends By Association. Though they were cool to hang out with sometimes- especially Stephanie since she liked music almost as much as he did -, he really didn't like many people. Not that he was outright rude to them, he just wasn't very nice to anyone. Besides, as long as he didn't make either of them bleed or cry, Dorian was usually happy. Luckily, he had already forgiven him for the punch in the face, even going as far to say he had deserved it. Travis had been angry, and most people knew what happened when he got angry. Someone or something got hit- it was his stress reliever.
He was awoken suddenly by someone repeatedly tugging on his arm, and looked down to see Dorian. Except the other boy wasn't in the boat... he was on what looked a lot like- "Land." Dorian looked at him sort of funny, then laughed. "Ever the charmer," he joked before going over to Stephanie and beginning to pester her to wake up. He, on the other hand, moved slowly closer to Ollie with a gentle smile, trying not to frighten the sweet boy. "You awake?, we've hit land..."
Three days ago, Travis had punched Dorian Victor in the face. It was somewhat of a deja vu- the first time they met, Travis had been punching him in the face. Ironic how afterwards in detention, they had become friends. Somehow, Dorian's usual laid-back, carefreeness had acted well with his own bad boy sort of exterior. And Dorian didn't date much, so he didn't have to worry about accidentally sleeping with his girlfriend or something. Though he did know his friend disapproved of him sleeping around so much. Recently, it had ceased though, because he had been in a relationship. Unfortunately they were over now, had been for about a month. He was pretty sure that Dorian was more upset about it than he had been.
If you asked Travis why he was here, he would simply say because he had to be. Really, he didn't have many friends. He could hardly even consider Stephanie and Ollie his friends, they were something he called FBA's- Friends By Association. Though they were cool to hang out with sometimes- especially Stephanie since she liked music almost as much as he did -, he really didn't like many people. Not that he was outright rude to them, he just wasn't very nice to anyone. Besides, as long as he didn't make either of them bleed or cry, Dorian was usually happy. Luckily, he had already forgiven him for the punch in the face, even going as far to say he had deserved it. Travis had been angry, and most people knew what happened when he got angry. Someone or something got hit- it was his stress reliever.
He was awoken suddenly by someone repeatedly tugging on his arm, and looked down to see Dorian. Except the other boy wasn't in the boat... he was on what looked a lot like- "Land." Dorian looked at him sort of funny, then laughed. "Ever the charmer," he joked before going over to Stephanie and beginning to pester her to wake up. He, on the other hand, moved slowly closer to Ollie with a gentle smile, trying not to frighten the sweet boy. "You awake?, we've hit land..."