darkest before the dawn (openn)

[adam mitchell taylor]

& I WAKE UP EVERY EVENING
WITH A BIG SMILE ON MY FACE
( and it never seems out of place )

Adam Taylor was indeed a talented artist. Art wasn't something he just did to pass time, it was something he really enjoyed. Plus he was good at it. In fact, his artistic skills were probably what he was most known for around school. He would spend his free time doing art, whenever he wasn't doing homework or working or hanging out with Alex and the twins as well as friends. Of course, like any artist, Adam had his strengths and weaknesses. He could draw and paint much better than he could make something of pottery. Sure, he could sculpt but it wasn't his strongest point. Art was art though and as long as he was doing art, he was content. Adam was more of a visual art person rather than the fine and performing arts.

As a matter of fact, he could currently be found in the art studio. The day at school had been decent. It wasn't anything amazing and there was definitely some stress that came along with tests and a bit of anxiety about said test. It was days like this when he was more than grateful for art. Whenever he would have a bad day, Adam could always count on two things to make him feel so much better. One was his girlfriend and her twins, two was art. Both of which were things he cared passionately about.

Sitting on a stool at one of the many tables in the room, Adam was practically hunched over it. It was probably safe to say that he was lost in his own world by now, along with listening to his ipod. Nothing else was on his mind except the piece of artwork at hand. He'd been told plenty of times how fantastic of an artist he was and how so many people wished they had the artistic skills he possessed. Adam was so into his work that he faintly heard footsteps in the background but didn't really acknowledge the person that was approaching him. As long as no one was hovering over his shoulder, which, by the way, was one of his biggest pet peeves, he didn't care too much who had just entered the room.

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TEMPLATE,, by PANIC! ITS LAUZ of CAUTION

[james matthew walker]

After hours of boring classes, it was finally his favorite time of the day. No matter what happened, James much preferred his free time to being in class. Teachers knew nothing. Well, in a way, they didn't. Most of them knew what they were supposed to teach, of course, but none of that would help him. His prospects were bleak. No work experience, low grades, and years in foster care. The best he could hope for was some sort of sales job, maybe in the mall, but it would be better than nothing, and at least he could provide for Olivia.

On a normal day, James would have gone back to the house. He couldn't think of it as "home". It was Alex's home, but not his. He only lived there, a phantom in the background, but it worked for him. Nobody bothered him, not when he closed himself into his bedroom. But today he couldn't work there. It was the stress of the place, the alien feeling that overwhelmed him when he sat at the table with Alex and her parents, and knew for certain that he would never be a part of their family. He could live there, but he wasn't one of them.

It was this that drove him to the art studio. He needed a quiet place, somewhere that nobody would bother him, where he could work in peace. There was another boy there, hunched over a table, but James paid him little mind. He did steal a quick glance as he passed, but moved on quickly, not wanting to infringe on the other boy's privacy. He hated when people gawked while he worked, so how could he do it to somebody else? Instead he gathered up a sheet of blank paper and pencils, then settled down at an empty table nearby and set to work.

[adam mitchell taylor]

& I WAKE UP EVERY EVENING
WITH A BIG SMILE ON MY FACE
( and it never seems out of place )

The art studio was a common place to find Adam. It was good to get away from noise and distractions when he really wanted to focus on his art. It was probably the best way to do just that. All the materials he needed were right in the room and probably most important was the space in there that allowed being able to work on bigger projects, if and when necessary.

After a while, the dark haired boy heard could hear faint footsteps in the background of the music in his ears. Though he didn't look up to see who it was until after the person had already sat down at a nearby table. He was just glad the other hadn't insisted in hovering over his shoulders, like some people would. Adam smiled as he put down his pencil to look at the artwork and see how it was coming together. It was going well so far, he couldn't wait to see the finished product.

Looking up at the other male in the room, that was when Adam noticed he looked vaguely familiar. He'd seen the guy around somewhere else than just around school. After racking his brain, it finally hit him. Alex's house, that was it. Adam had seen the guy, James, he was pretty sure that was his name. The two hadn't really talked much, if at all. James tended to keep to himself and besides, whenever Adam was over his focus was on his girlfriend and her twin girls most of the time. Not that he was purposely ignoring James, he barely knew the kids name.

"Oh, hey," Adam spoke up. He decided to try and at least start some friendly kind of small talk or something. "I'm Adam, if you didn't already know," he said with a inviting smile, not sure if the other guy knew his name or not. He figured why not try, considering the guy was living with his girlfriend. "you live with Alex, right? I'm her boyfriend so I've seen you a few times." he informed him, not trying to sound weird or anything. Hopefully, Adam wasn't like bothering or annoying James. "it's James, right?" he questioned, not wanting to call him by the wrong name. Doing that sort of thing could be really offensive to some people. Adam didn't want to be rude either.

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WORDS,, 394
TAGGED,, opennn
NOTES,, sorry it took so long. D:
TEMPLATE,, by PANIC! ITS LAUZ of CAUTION