Post by ANGELO MARTINELLI on Sept 29, 2013 9:12:26 GMT
Being a model was a lot tougher than most people thought, especially when the photographer in charge was the single most imposing perfectionist Ty had ever had the pleasure of knowing. Of course he wasn’t saying that like it was a bad thing. Not many people have the dedication Jacob had, to go through any hardship just for that perfect snap of the camera – including dragging the whole crew down to the ruins for the fourth time this week.
They spent three hours getting nowhere, unfortunately, since the wind hadn’t been in their favor and didn’t seem like it would for the rest of the evening. Everyone was covered in dirt or sand or leaves or some other kind of rubbish. But giving up just wasn’t an option in their book.
Jacob dismissed them for a lunch break a few minutes ago, to rejuvenate while he hiked off with that big DSLR strapped around his neck. Tyson’s workload was probably the lightest out of everyone. He could probably handle another set even if the wind was making goose bumps rise across his forearms.
Still… some time alone did sound nice, and to be perfectly honest it was getting kind of hard to not cringe every time he heard a shout like he usually would.
He was able to find a bench to lay down on – he didn’t want to get the outfit dirty… well, dirtier – with just the right amount of sunshine casting over him evenly. His knees were bent slightly to compensate for that extra bit of length he had over the seat. Nice, quiet, warm…
And suddenly that warmth was gone. “Dude, who said you can be in my sun.” Tyson pushed up his shades and glared at the intrude, assuming it was one of the staff coming to get him as he mustered a cocky frown.
They spent three hours getting nowhere, unfortunately, since the wind hadn’t been in their favor and didn’t seem like it would for the rest of the evening. Everyone was covered in dirt or sand or leaves or some other kind of rubbish. But giving up just wasn’t an option in their book.
Jacob dismissed them for a lunch break a few minutes ago, to rejuvenate while he hiked off with that big DSLR strapped around his neck. Tyson’s workload was probably the lightest out of everyone. He could probably handle another set even if the wind was making goose bumps rise across his forearms.
Still… some time alone did sound nice, and to be perfectly honest it was getting kind of hard to not cringe every time he heard a shout like he usually would.
He was able to find a bench to lay down on – he didn’t want to get the outfit dirty… well, dirtier – with just the right amount of sunshine casting over him evenly. His knees were bent slightly to compensate for that extra bit of length he had over the seat. Nice, quiet, warm…
And suddenly that warmth was gone. “Dude, who said you can be in my sun.” Tyson pushed up his shades and glared at the intrude, assuming it was one of the staff coming to get him as he mustered a cocky frown.
The ancient ruins, eh? It was a perfect way to spend the day away from school. It's not like Angelo's English was good enough to pick up whatever the hell his teachers were talking about. The language barriers sometimes made the young artiest cringe.He supposed no one could really say anything if he decided to spend the day at the a place called the ancient ruins, for Christ's sake. Maybe Angelo would take pictures. He enjoyed this place, it had some sort of air of chaos but in a charming way. Though, chaos within itself gave Angelo a certain well - charming feeling.
He held onto his hat, as he took one elongated step after another. He twirled a few times. He never thought that leaving his beloved Italy for Nova would be this nice. Still Angelo couldn't wait for the drama with his family to blow over so he could return. He was minding his own business when he was startled by a voice coming from behind him. He didn't think anyone was there. Hell, it startled Angelo to the point that he even jumped.
But soon, his surprised turned to rather disgust. Who had enough ego to claim the sun was theirs? Perhaps it was something with the language barrier but it rather annoyed Angelo. "Who are you to claim the sun belongs to them, calabrone?"
notes: calabrone means pest in italian uvu
Tyson was regretting them as soon as the words left his mouth, even more so when he realized it was a complete stranger he had just spoken rudely to.
He pushed himself up from the bench and swung his legs off the side. “N-no! I mean, um,” waving a hand franticly in front of his face the model struggled to find the appropriate sentences to explain himself with. “You were block... blockin’ the sunlight I was sleepin’ in an’...” He trailed off a little timidly, eyes shifting to the side before suddenly raising his voice again. “Not that, not that you can’t stand ‘ere or anythin’! You can stand here for as long as you want... Um, I-I didn’t mean to sound so conceited...” He really didn’t mean to, but that still didn’t change the fact that he did.
Just from his thick accent Tyson could tell he wasn’t a Nova native, or anywhere from the states like he was. This made his heart jitter. What if he had offended him already? “I though you were, um, somebody else and...” He murmured weakly, looking down like the paint peeling off the bench was the most interesting in the universe.
Angelo placed one hand on his hip, and tapped his foot as he waited impatiently for the other boy to finish his rambling. "How could you be talking and, 'sleepin' at the same time?" He mocked - as best he could, the boy's voice.
He blinked a few times, there was a word he didn't recognize. "Conceited?" He didn't know what that meant. Did he just insult himself? Did he just insult Angelo? What on Earth was the boy talking about? Why was English such a strange language? He hated it. Maybe if he attended school more he'd learn more-, nah. Did this boy want to confuse him? Why wasn't Italian the national language of everywhere?
"Somebody else? Like who? The boogieman?"
Keeping his head down, Tyson hoped the thin layer of cosmetic he didn’t have time to remove would be enough to hide the heat rising to his cheeks.
He couldn’t tell if the foreigner was making fun of him with the boogieman comment or if he was actually serious. maybe a little bit of both. Boogieman was nothing to be joking around about though. Tyson flinched just at the mention of the childhood nightmare. “N-no! Of course not! Boogie-” He forced down a lump in his throat from the self-induced anxiety, “Boogieman’s just a myth...” Right? “I thought you were the photographer.” Who would’ve passed here if he came back. Which Tyson really hoped he does right now.
His nerve eased somewhat when after a long, deep breath, but Tyson still couldn’t bring himself to meet the other boy eye to eye, even if that would probably appear extremely rude. He opted to bring his gaze to a lonesome tree beside them. “So, you h-have anywhere to be or?”
Please, please just leave him alone.
Angelo cocked his head, watching this man as if he'd watch a comet or an alien, with utter amazement, confusion, and a little bit of pent up anger.
Why was the man blushing? Did he like Angelo? That would almost make sense of the boy's rudeness earlier. Angelo didn't like him though. He didn't believe in this love at first site nonsense, it seemed a bit fake for him. How could you love someone just from seeing them once? It seemed kinda vain.
He watched him contemplate the existence of a nightmare. Well, the Boogieman that he might have been thinking of might have been fake, but the one Angelo was thinking of was quite real. Boogiemen were things that scared people in the night, kinda like rapists. Boogiemen had to have been rapists, that's the only logical explanation.
Wait what? Did this man want to follow him, was that why he was asking? "Eh, are you, what's the word? Asking me on date?"
"Are you, eh, interested in me rude boy?"
Angelo was really confused now. Foreign people were just so confusing.
Is that a pickup line, shorty?
- was what he would’ve said, wanted to say, had he has enough backbone, but this wasn’t one of those moments that he could just let his mouth run. Tyson wasn’t Ty, he couldn’t just brush off the consequence.
Tyson did not understand how the other boy came to that conclusion. Blue eyes traced the patterned cracks on the bark. Just a few minutes with him had caused all the ups and downs he needed for the day, although that wasn’t really saying much. “I’m not h-hitting on you,” he defended quietly, “not to mention I ain’t got the time for d-dates.” Right, he didn’t, because he had work to do and wardrobes to try on and photos to take.
All of Tyson’s sureness went into the sigh when the model finally brought himself to look at him, hands shoved into his pockets. “J-just stay here if you want to,” he shrugged meekly, “I, um, I gotta get back to work.”
"You're not?" Angelo could have been sure that the blond was in fact, hitting on him, and not to tout his own horn, Angelo couldn't blame him. He knew he was good looking. "Nonsense, eh, ehhverryone has time for a date, yeah?" While Angelo might have butchered the word everyone, it didn't look like this guy had any fun. Look at how grumpy he was!
"You're grumpy, rude boy. I'll tell you what, I'll take you on a date make you feel better." Angelo wasn't heartless or anything, he didn't enjoy seeing people so angry
"Would you like to go to the movies?" Completely ignoring the fact that he had to get back to work.
note: sorry this took so long sobs
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