REALMENwear pants on the outside;; OPEN.

[Peter Grolsch]

Once there was boy who had vibrant glow, but as it goes, someone took it from him.
One day through the rain I heard him meekly moan, he said
"Will you wrap your arms around me as I'm falling?"


+++

The sandwhich tasted pretty damn good. That was the first thing that registered in Pete's innocent little mind as he smiled, chewing on the crusts as he sat peering around meadow, seemingly unhappy compared to his usual perky mood. He didnt know exactly what was wrong, but he put it down to lack of sleep and the fact he hadnt had candy in almost three hours. Maybe he was suffering from some kind of jacked up withdrawal symptoms, cold turkey never really did suit him. Closing his eyes as he chewed Pete bobbed his head to only a music he could hear, humming along and savouring the taste of just the plain ketchup sandwhich. Why just ketchup? Well, in theory Ketchup had more sugar in it than that of one chocolate, and since he didnt have any candy at the moment, or any chocolate biscuits, Ketchup high in sugar, was the only thing that could bring his mood back up to hyper as usual. Being down like this didnt suit him well at all, and already his brow was starting to ache from frowning.

Dressed in a pair of faded green extra skinny fit jeans and a tight grey hoodie, he looked remotely small as always, sitting alone and bobbing his head, humming a tune that not even he knew. Undoubtedly he'd forget it in a few hours and starting singing a new song. Perhaps if he felt better he'd stand up and give people a show of his rendition of the Phantom of the opera, but right now, he was playing it down, sitting quietly like a small kid on the cool grass. Content and alone. All this in itself screamed a type of trouble. He wasnt one to be quiet or alone, he wasnt one for even sitting down so the fact that he was just set off a certain warning bell that would put any fire alarm to shame. It just wasnt natural for someone this upbeat and this upeverything to be so low down and trying to blend in. It didnt feel right.

Frowning again Pete felt sick of it, sick of frowning because it hurt. How did people do that so often? It was just painful. Ok, so smiling most of the time was hard and hurt quite a bit too, but frowning, this was ten times worse and hurt to buggery! Standing up he shoved the rest of his ketchup sandwhich into his mouth, placing his hands on his hips in a superhero pose before starting to waltz around, peering at people as he did so. Somehow he just couldnt muster up the strength or enthusiasm to be himself today, to be upbeat and happy. But he had too, there was no two ways about it! The people here needed him, though they probably really didnt, he still liked to think so. Time to crack out the big guns. Reaching into his back pocket he sniggered evilly, brandished a fresh pack of Hubba Bubba, half expecting the people within a 10 mile radius to drop down and duck, or run and flee at the sight of the sugary bubble gum in Pete's dangerous hands. He smirked, opening the packet when no-one registered what was going on. Eagerly he shoved about five peices of bubble gum into his mouth, chewing before standing in his superhero pose again, looking a right sight.

"Never fear, PETEMAN is here!" The looks he got he didnt register. They werent the looks he wanted. He wanted looks of 'wow' and 'yay' but for some reason the looks he was getting were of painful and slightly repulsed reaction. He pouted cutely, waiting for someone to at least fake a cheer to please him, but when they didnt, his pout grew and grew, until he had no pout left in him. Plonking down on the grass he poked at the second ketchup sandwhich wrapped in foil beside him, and sighing he let his shoulders droop. Then it happened. He yelped and clutched his jaw, wriggling a little as he protested. "Jaw cramp Jaw Cramp!" Pete, prone to jaw cramps would be no good to the Ronnie Radke of escape the fate if he couldnt keep from getting jaw cramps. He could forget all of his dreams of being with that stage diving, bassist kissing, eyeliner wearing tottie! Today in a word, sucked.

[Peter Grolsch]

"LIFE ON MARS!" Pete jumped out of his skin, startled and yelping the first thing that escape his lips. The only person who called him Peter was his mother. And she was not a force to be reckoned with any day of the week. He went wide eyed for a moment, turning a 360 circle then realising it wasnt his mother at all, but Jeremy. He laughed nervously, running a hand through his hair. Of course it wasnt his mother, she was a brute but not a total man, so surely the fact that the voice that had spoken was a mans, it should have registered early enough for him not to make a fool of himself and turn in a full circle looking for the blasted woman. But he was that cool, that he could brush it off and smile. "Hi Jeremy. What brings you to the meadow on this fine, and glorious day?" Well no-one could say Pete wasnt a morning man. He really was. Maybe the ketchup sandwhich was starting to have its effect. He danced a little at that fact, then cooled himself, appearing collected once more in front of the boy.

Well, a sight for sore eyes indeed. It was obvious Pete liked him, and in all honesty it was a little obvious Jeremy liked him back. But Pete wasnt going to say anything. That just wasnt his style. Jeremy would be forced to come to him first before he uttered a word about his crush. And pete could stay tight lipped for a good while. Pushing his hands into his pockets he smiled a big grin at the boy, one of those smiles where you just couldnt help but smile back. Pete had that effect on most people, and loved it. "Wait no, dont tell me what your doing here. Im going to guess!" He was silent for a minute, not really guessing at all but more closing his eyes and pretending to do so. Opening them again he smiled, pointing a little and looking at Jeremy with deep brown eyes. "You're obviously here to be my sidekick for the day. Well why didnt you say so, here..." He sat down on the grass, crossing his legs and smiling up at the boy cutely this time. "Pull up a chair and let us discuss world domination!"

Oh Pete and his plans, sometimes he could be slightly over the top and dramatic, but was there really other way? He felt familiar butterflies in his stomach, looking at Jeremy for a second before averting his gaze so not to look suspicious. This was great, the sugar had started to work and now he got to spend a little time with the guy he was crushing on harder than a monster truck going over a tiny clown car. He wasnt really one to have a crush on a person, it just wasnt the way he was. He preffered to be the friend rather than the outright lover. Well no, that wasnt all true, he did like to date, a lot. But he'd never really had a crush on anyone, It was usually purely lust and infatuation. But this feeling was a little different from all those feelings. It felt good in a way but also made him feel sick, and biting his lips he wanted to fight back butterflies, afraid they would escape from his mouth when he spoke.