Post by 'LITTLE RED on Oct 10, 2014 4:07:29 GMT
* NO LIGHT, NO LIGHT
You are the hole in my head You are the space in my bed You are the silence in between what I thought And what I said You are the night time fear You are the morning when it's clear When it's over you'll start You're my head 
You're my heart No light, no light in your bright blue eyes I never knew daylight could be so violent A revelation in the light of day You can't choose what stays and what fades away And I'd do anything to make you stay No light, no light No light You want a revelation,You wanna get it right But, it's a conversation, I just can't have tonight You want a revelation Some kind of resolution You want a revelation No light, no light in your bright blue eyes I never knew daylight could be so violent A revelation in the light of day, You can't choose what stays and what fades away And I'd do anything to make you stay No light, no light No light in your bright blue eyes
You're my heart No light, no light in your bright blue eyes I never knew daylight could be so violent A revelation in the light of day You can't choose what stays and what fades away And I'd do anything to make you stay No light, no light No light You want a revelation,You wanna get it right But, it's a conversation, I just can't have tonight You want a revelation Some kind of resolution You want a revelation No light, no light in your bright blue eyes I never knew daylight could be so violent A revelation in the light of day, You can't choose what stays and what fades away And I'd do anything to make you stay No light, no light No light in your bright blue eyesMentally he snorted knowing they only thought they knew, but that were the case it would be all over town that Drake Beldon was straighter than a fucking whacky straw that children seemed to be so obsessed with. He wasn't necessarily hiding it either - his family just assumed he was, but the truth of the matter most would not consider Drake to fit the typical mold of a gay man - which he wondered when there was a mold made and who had indeed made it? Everyone assumed he was straight - he didn't talk like a feminine woman or walk or look like one; he was physical and drank alcohol, beer, like he would die within the next three minutes. He got into fights often and his trouble with the law on numerous occasion - it was a fun image too it all gave him for his career; - there was something appealing about the 'bad boy' surfer who lived life just as recklessly as the ocean he surfed - crashing through it all like waves. How poetic.
Drakes' biggest problem was the talk about his living with his girlfriend - shacking up with her in other words and was he ever going to get married? It was hearing this that made him know their little charade was being bought and it gave him all the more pleasure to throw his success in his families faces so to speak - how they lectured him and threatened him for his life-style, for the trouble he got into. Drake would merely remind them the deal was to ensure none discovered he preferred the sexual company of men over woman and how he was doing just that, how nothing else was discussed or agreed upon. In reality it was more than easy - living with his closest friend and doing nothing differently; the two had never kissed in a way that was more than a platonic kiss on the cheek or forehead. Nothing had changed, but it was amazing to play with ones perspective of something. He laid there - body damp from his earlier run through the waves, board thrown carelessly to the side - it was old, one of his first and not one he used to compete on.
He can remember when he had first bought it; Drake was about...thirteen when he had finally been able to convince his mother to buy him the board and ever since Drake had barely kept his feet in the sand instead of upon the board. As he got older he would bring Grace out with him, sit her down between his legs and take her surfing with him - he once upon a time did everything with his younger sister and Maddison. Once upon a time he was actually close to his family, and he believed it was not them that looked down their noses so much at his sexual preference, but more following the powerful influence of their father. They had an image and reputation after-all to keep and the great Jedadiah Beldon would not let his son ruin everything their family had built and was. The surfing had worked out in a way as Drake was successful and a public figure, so it brought even more attention to the family. Just what he had wanted. He would like to remind his father if it were not for that first board his mother bought he may not have ever had such a career that drew so much attention - family gatherings were never boring; how terrible he was still required to attend them. There was for sure a cultural divide now it seemed, oh Drake would pick out and wear a suite perhaps better than most, but he always seemed to show up to the Beldon estate wearing boars shorts or jeans with a Henley on. It was obvious the eldest Beldon child had been living on the beach much to long. So much so he was starting to prefer it when his scent was that of sand and salt - like the sun. It is what he was being engulfed in with every breathe he took - the smell of his skin that was drying in the sun, the feel of the heat warming his tan skin.
Blue eyes hidden behind a rather expensive pair of aviator sunglasses, though they were closed as he could merely just lay there for the entire day. It wasn't a half bad idea - what more was he to do in the day? He growled suddenly - sounding mixed with a grunt as he felt a much smaller hand than his own impact rather roughly against his stomach; Maddisons' oh so gentle way of getting his attention.“Oi, can you remember what we actually put in the cooler?” Mentally he was rolling his eyes before a purely sarcastic smirk graced his face. "No, because 'we' did not pack the damned thing. You did." He growled sarcastically remembering as she gathered everything that morning, griping and bitching before she was shoving more than one item into his hands. "I was just the mule you beat to get it down here." It sounded awfully alot like Drake was caught between complaining, whining and sniping at her.
Sitting up he grabbed her by the elbow and his sarcastic smirk suddenly shifted to a playful if not devilish one, with one hard pull he managed to pull her over and ontop of him. Arm wrapped around her keeping her in place as he reached into the cooler that was by his head - hand searching until he pulled something out; bringing it before his face he tilted it almost like a dogs to the side to read what it was before rolling her eyes. "Did you even pack my water or is it all your fucking canned crap?" Chest rumbled in with his growl as he handed her the can and let his head drop with a loud sigh.
Drakes' biggest problem was the talk about his living with his girlfriend - shacking up with her in other words and was he ever going to get married? It was hearing this that made him know their little charade was being bought and it gave him all the more pleasure to throw his success in his families faces so to speak - how they lectured him and threatened him for his life-style, for the trouble he got into. Drake would merely remind them the deal was to ensure none discovered he preferred the sexual company of men over woman and how he was doing just that, how nothing else was discussed or agreed upon. In reality it was more than easy - living with his closest friend and doing nothing differently; the two had never kissed in a way that was more than a platonic kiss on the cheek or forehead. Nothing had changed, but it was amazing to play with ones perspective of something. He laid there - body damp from his earlier run through the waves, board thrown carelessly to the side - it was old, one of his first and not one he used to compete on.
He can remember when he had first bought it; Drake was about...thirteen when he had finally been able to convince his mother to buy him the board and ever since Drake had barely kept his feet in the sand instead of upon the board. As he got older he would bring Grace out with him, sit her down between his legs and take her surfing with him - he once upon a time did everything with his younger sister and Maddison. Once upon a time he was actually close to his family, and he believed it was not them that looked down their noses so much at his sexual preference, but more following the powerful influence of their father. They had an image and reputation after-all to keep and the great Jedadiah Beldon would not let his son ruin everything their family had built and was. The surfing had worked out in a way as Drake was successful and a public figure, so it brought even more attention to the family. Just what he had wanted. He would like to remind his father if it were not for that first board his mother bought he may not have ever had such a career that drew so much attention - family gatherings were never boring; how terrible he was still required to attend them. There was for sure a cultural divide now it seemed, oh Drake would pick out and wear a suite perhaps better than most, but he always seemed to show up to the Beldon estate wearing boars shorts or jeans with a Henley on. It was obvious the eldest Beldon child had been living on the beach much to long. So much so he was starting to prefer it when his scent was that of sand and salt - like the sun. It is what he was being engulfed in with every breathe he took - the smell of his skin that was drying in the sun, the feel of the heat warming his tan skin.
Blue eyes hidden behind a rather expensive pair of aviator sunglasses, though they were closed as he could merely just lay there for the entire day. It wasn't a half bad idea - what more was he to do in the day? He growled suddenly - sounding mixed with a grunt as he felt a much smaller hand than his own impact rather roughly against his stomach; Maddisons' oh so gentle way of getting his attention.
Sitting up he grabbed her by the elbow and his sarcastic smirk suddenly shifted to a playful if not devilish one, with one hard pull he managed to pull her over and ontop of him. Arm wrapped around her keeping her in place as he reached into the cooler that was by his head - hand searching until he pulled something out; bringing it before his face he tilted it almost like a dogs to the side to read what it was before rolling her eyes. "Did you even pack my water or is it all your fucking canned crap?" Chest rumbled in with his growl as he handed her the can and let his head drop with a loud sigh.