MERRIT, james avery

[JAMES AVERY MERRIT]

james avery merrit
I'VE NEVER SEEN A SMILE THAT CAN LIGHT A ROOM LIKE YOURS

FULL NAME: james avery merrit
NICKNAMES: jamie, puppy, it really doesn't matter
AGE/DOB: 21, 5/8
SEXUALITY: bisexual ~
THEIR BAND: autumn calling
POSITION: lead guitar
PLAYBY'S NAME: jack barakat olala~

last songs played on ipod:
i lost her by brighten
consider the sea by versaemerge
i miss you by blink 182
fireworks by you me at six
the art of losing by american hi-fi
for your entertainment by adam lambert B|
the river by good charlotte

opinions on James:

MAE (ex): "Well, where do I start with James? Really, the boy is pretty sweet so i'm gonna start with that, I guess. I'll try not to turn this into a hate thing, mainly cause we ended it on good terms but I dunno, it's just hard not to have moments of resentment cause he's the reason it ended. So, James. He's a really sweet boy, you know, the kind to dive out infront of a bus for someone if it meant saving them or making them happy? Yeah, that's him basically. He was sweet when we were together, too. He bought me tons of things and never forgot my birthday. Shocking, right? But the whole relationship, it wasn't fucking butterflies and unicorns the whole way through. We fought, probably alot more than a normal couple and it was always over some stupid shit. He couldn't be wrong, it was like a mindset for him that it wasn't possible for him to be wrong. But the make up sex was great. Then again, some of the fights were my fault. Not gonna lie, I liked to start shit just to see how far I could push him. I had this control thing but it was obvious I wasn't gonna get much control over James. It was sort of an even relationship, I guess you could say. He got jealous, alot. I'm not even saying like once or twice a week. I mean like, if we went out and guys even looked at me, he'd wrap his arm around me like i was a prize. But whatever, it was kind of cute? him being possesive and all. Anyway, I wish i had bad things to say but nothing about James was really bad to me."

JULIET (mother): "James is my sweet little baby. Granted, when I first got pregnant I was worried that he'd be a little shit, like my friends kid, and just ruin everything for me. For gods sake, he was already going to ruin my vagina. I carried him for those nine months, put up with his kicking and the cravings. I mean seriously, half the time I wanted deep fried chicken covered in sleazy cheese, the type of cheese in a can. I was like, "holy shit baby, what the fuck is up with your eating habbits?" But I loved him, even before I saw what he looked like. I never knew when mothers meant their children meant the world to them, it was actually like that. And then when I actually had James, I was just full on momma bear. I was so worried I was gonna drop him, and I just wanted to make sure nothing ever happened to him. I loved him, more than anything....This is supposed to be about him, right. Sorry. Anyway, growing up, his father was around but not at the same time. Does that make sense? His dad did drugs. Anything you can name and he probably had snorted it, injected it, swallowed it or inhaled it. He wasn't a great dad. I'm surprised he even knew James existed. The only contact James got from his dad was probably a hug once a week, cause that was pretty much all that he saw of him. But believe me, I saw more. His father was abusive. Towards me, of course. Even high he knew that hitting a kid was fucking disgusting. But as James got older, we both had to take care of his father. Now, James is just so used to taking care of people. He's like an angel to me, really. When the time came for me to leave his father, James wasn't even sad. He just looked at me, nodded, and took his little self to his room to get his stuffed animals and toys. God, i'm just rambling here. Anyway, I would die for James, just like any mother would die for their son. He's amazing to me, perfect in every way. But that's just my mother side talking. Sometimes he doesn't know when to shut up, sometimes he goes too far, and his sense of humor is sick and wrong, but he's my baby. And anyone who hurts my baby will wake up with udders superglued to their vagina."

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Ash was expecting to get a long, droning rant about how it was his fault that he was failing the course; that maybe if he actually pushed himself and put effort, he'd actually have a semi-decent grade. These were the moments Ash was thankful for that he didn't have a sibling that had the teacher before, so he couldn't get compared to how well they had done in the class. He hated being put on the spot, hearing about other people that were doing so much more exceptional than him. Ashley already knew people were doing better than him, it wasn't news to his ears. He even heard his dad wish that he could be better, though Ash didn't give two damns about what the hell that man had to say. "Absolutely. Favorite period of the day. I'm always just so excited to come to class." The boy said, tapping his foot to the melody of his heartbeat; which was going faster than usual because he had butterflies in his stomach, reproducing more and more until he thought he'd burst open with them. He didn't appreciate the blunt and sarcastic tone the teacher had used, one Ash had become too acostumed with. Weren't teachers supposed to be sweet? Given, the teen had his fair share of sarcastic teachers in the past so he was used to it. Thankfully, all he had to do was survive this year and it'd all be done with. That was, assuming he didn't fail and the class and then fail summer school, which was sure to happen if he did fail. The classes wouldn't get easier if he had to repeat them a second year.

When the teacher started to talk again, the younger male listened, taking in the voice of Mr. Matthieu. "I don't know!", Ash protested, voice whiney. That was the typical response for someone in his situation. People would act all innocent, being all quiet with sad eyes and giving out strained 'i don't knows' and rolls of their shoulders. The boy never thought he'd be the one to say those words, but here he was, sitting in the burning spotlight being cast by the much taller teacher. He stood only at a short 5'6, so he figured people who were tall enjoyed themselves looking down shirts or something. He sat there, the side of his head leaning into the soft palm of his hand, looking up at him in the silence that was soon filled with his talking again. Honestly, failing the course didn't freak out Ashley as much as it should have. "Getting a tutor usually costs money, doesn't it? I don't have money. My dad would refuse to splurge on that and my mom is always too busy.", he chewed at his bottom lip, letting out a small sigh of hot air pass his lips again. "That isn't why i didn't search for help earlier. Either way, i'm not exactly a "strong man" either." He started drumming his fingers on his desk, a repeated taptaptap filling the air around them, letting his mind wander. Getting a tutor wouldn't be that bad, would it? Ash figured he could make a list of pros and cons of getting one, lacking money deffinitely being a major con and actually passing being a major pro. When he pulled himself back into the world, he stopped drumming his fingers, looking down at the table. "Sorry."

The teenaged boy was confused when the other walked away to his desk, wondering what he was doing. Before long, he was back and there was a paper laying infront of Ash on the wooden desk, and his eyes quickly scanned it over and saw it as one of the many assignments he didn't do. His brown eyes read the question over again and again, but nothing clicked in his mind. He explained it then; simplifying the question into something he could actually understand. With the original question, there were many things one could have thought it meant. "They...were exucuted?", he guessed, voice tinged with question and doubting himself. While he was sure that it was the answer, he couldn't fully put trust inside of himself. "Fine, i promise. I'll do the assignment over the weekend and it'll be done on Monday. I'll turn it in first thing." It was true. He'd actually attempt the assignment when he had time for it, though he didn't exactly have plans for the weekend unless something extremely last minute came up. The thought of it being a secret amused him; and a slight grin graced his lips. "A secret. Okay."

Plans suddenly would have been a nice thing to have. The natural blonde could have lied and said he had plans and wasn't available, but hey, he didn't like to lie and he actually almost enjoyed having his teacher around. Sure, his dad wouldn't have been too happy about it but right now, he was trying not to think about it. And he did need a ride home, since by now, his bus would have been long gone since it didn't wait for people like it did in middle school. "That..probably isn't the best idea, but because i need a ride home, sure. I also don't have plans tomorrow or Sunday, so i guess you could come over then if you wanted. I mean...i've got nothing to lose, i suppose." Actually, he did have something to lose but that wasn't all that important right now. He could figure out excuses to feed to his dad later. The man he called his father probably wouldn't appreciate it, however.