If you're wondering where the other Youngin's are, then you're out of luck. They weren't exactly youngin's anymore, but Sinny was sure that Eve was blowing something up, Emily was either helping her or telling her it was a bad idea, and Oliv-weird was...Well, he was going through some things Sinbad didn't understand. He tried to convince him to get his septum pierced, like, last week to match his attitude. Sinbad hadn't seen him since.
you aren't the man you were when we first met
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If you're wondering where the other Youngin's are, then you're out of luck. They weren't exactly youngin's anymore, but Sinny was sure that Eve was blowing something up, Emily was either helping her or telling her it was a bad idea, and Oliv-weird was...Well, he was going through some things Sinbad didn't understand. He tried to convince him to get his septum pierced, like, last week to match his attitude. Sinbad hadn't seen him since.
Guest- Guest
Oliver entered the courtyard after playing lacrosse. It wasn't much of an actual team it's more of him and other people playing lacrosse. He was standing in a cluster of teenagers, he being on the end. He found them to be his new friends, he fit in with them better anyway. It was easy with him. He has nice hair and he plays a sport. He's practically on top.
Speaking of people who were not on top, Sinbad was feeding the birds. He's only spoken to him a few times this month, and to be totally honest he hasn't paid attention to anything the boy has said. Oliver felt kind of bad, really. He hasn't spoken to any of his friends except for his new ones. He hasn't spoken to Eve at all, and he barely paid attention to Sinbad. And Emily. He doesn't want to talk about Emily.
Oliver stepped aside from the group who was now moving over to a group of girls. He stepped over to his friend slowly, holding his hands at his side. "How's it going?"
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daddeme- Role Playing Legend
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The harpies that were gathered at Sinbad’s feet scattered and complained, which was really the only implication to Sinbad that someone else had arrived. He threw them more bread before he put on one of his best smiles and glanced up at whoever had walked up. Expecting someone he could flirt with, his smile was wiped clean off his face when he saw that it was the jerk himself: Oliver Young. This is what he got for thinking about the old crew. Out of all people to show up, it had to be him.
“Well, well.” Sinbad took the e-cigarette from his mouth and blew a cloud of vapor into the air around him. “If it isn’t the famous Oliver Young. Did your buddies get tired of you yet, usted densa niño perdido?”
Okay, that was harsh. In his defense, Oliver had said way worse, and lacrosse was a weird sport. Even though his impish smile was gone, he still smirked arrogantly. Sinny put the cig back in his mouth and threw more bread at the harpies.
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Oliver rolled his eyes. Of course Sinbad had to be rude about him being here. He stood still as Sinbad gun-shotted him and proceeded to swat the puff out of his face. Oliver should just leave now. It was worthless trying to talk to Sinbad. He could barely talk to Sinbad when they were friends. He means, when they were close. Though he has to admit they aren't really friends now, friendly maybe. He pulled on the sleeve of his Vineyard Vines t-shirt. "I'm not the one with the lack of friends, Estavez." That was kind of uncalled for, he realized that. He looked back over to his friends, who now were trying to get the girls to go to lunch with them. Oliver and his friends were going to get lunch outside of camp, but now he's not that hungry. It's as if someone made him lose his appetite.
Oliver hated that e-cig that was in Sinbad's mouth. He didn't remember when he got it, but it was right as things were getting rocky. That and vape, stupid things. Oliver bet Sinbad did both. He worried if Emily did both. Whatever, who cares. "Why are you feeding harpies. That's stupid."
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Sinbad snorted and shook his head. He didn't know what happened with Ollie, who used to be this happy-go-lucky lady-deflector, but he didn't like it at all. He missed when he could insult Oliver and get scolded. Now Oliver insulted him back, which was really weird and really mean. The friends comment stung particularly more than a lot of the other stuff that had been said to him. Probably because they used to be friends not too long ago.
"You're hanging out with a bunch of dudes that look like the definition of 'no-homo'. I wouldn't be bragging." Sinbad looked over at Ollie's "friends" and laughed. He took in another drag and continued. "You're stupid and I'm talking to you. Not to be rude or anything but you're a real d-bag, man. I was supposed to be the problematic one, but you stole my title."
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Oliver laughed at Sinbad's comment. It didn't bother him really. Well it would bother him if he was 13 but he's not 13 and he's not a tiny kid. He would always get bullied by Sinbad when they were younger. He was the scapegoat of the group and he was damn tired of it. That's why he left really. Frustration. At least he had friends. "Great comeback, Sinbad, no really." Oliver laughed again, clutching his lacrosse stick. The word 'd-bag' didn't bother him. The guys throw it around so often that he forgot the meaning of the word. "I'm not offended by a smoke god wannabe, honestly." He was going to say more but he stopped himself, he didn't want to start anything.
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"Yikes." Sinbad mumbled. He wasn't expecting a laugh, the laugh was new. He guessed it was better than Ollie getting offended and mad. In truth, Sinbad could go for a good yelling. No had yelled at him in a while and that was not normal. Wait a minute, maybe they had. Sinny couldn't quite recall whether someone had or hadn't recently, but regardless Oliver wasn't doing to yelling now. The vapor curled out of his nose like a dragon, and he closed his eyes.
"Why did you even come over here? What do I have to offer, besides my looks of course, o Great One?" It was an honest question. Oliver looked like he was just fine over with the boy band. They were well-known, played a sport, and all had the same haircut. Here sat Sinbad, not sure what day it was and feeding harpies because he didn't know where Eve and Emily were. He didn't want to talk to Ollie anyway. Well, he did, but not this one. This one hurt his feelings and scared harpies. He threw more bread and watched the bird ladies flock it.
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"Gods why do you sound so bitter." Oliver said, shifting his weight between legs. He honestly didn't know why he was still here with Sinbad. He could be with his actual friends, talking to girls and eating good food. Instead he's here with someone who could pass as an ugly girl, giving his food to bird ladies. He's the bird lady for the bird ladies.
Plus his friends had left moments ago. Add 'friends leaving because Sinbad distracted him' to the list on why Sinbad aggravates him. "You could've left too, and yet...here you are. You miss me, Sinny?"
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"I'm not 'bitter', I just don't like talking to someone who sounds like a...dark version of me." Sinbad scoffed and squinted off at a few campers walking to their next lesson. He could be with them if he weren't sitting here talking and feeding birds. He actually found it relaxing, and after his last couple of years he needed to feed some birds. Then as Oliver continued, something strange happened. Sinbad's smile melted, and his face felt warm. He was irritated. He was never irritated when feeding harpies. Hell, he was never irritated.
"Ollie. If I let every person with a 'tude get to me, who would I be? Not the Sinbad you know, tell ya that." Sinbad threw the last slice and balled up the plastic bag that held the bread. He looked back at Oliver and raised an eyebrow. "I'm not gonna lie. I miss you and your stupid stories you used to write about Emily. Dios, do you even write anymore?"
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Oliver couldn't tell if he was flustered over Sinbad's question, or the fact that he knew about his stupid stories about Emily. He changed the name and stuff. Gods, that's really embarrassing. He didn't even like...he doesn't..Oliver's over it. "I, um. I-I" He fumbled over his words, trying to piece his sentence together. He didn't feel like himself stuttering, it was a weird nostalgic feeling. He didn't like it. "I d-didn't write about Em." Oliver coughed, trying to get his composure back, "It's lacrosse season, I haven't had much time.." It was that, and Oliver hasn't had much inspiration lately. But he didn't want to tell Sinbad that. He would try to write. But every time he picks up a pencil or takes out his laptop, nothing comes to him. Writer's Block is a horrible feeling to have. He didn't want to admit that though. Writing was his thing. It is his thing. Well, now he's shifting between lacrosse and writing. It will probably get easier after a while.