NICKNAMES: Abby, Aubs, Abs
GENDER: All male all the time
ANIMAL: Hedgehog
SEXUALITY: IDGAFsexual
AGE: Eighteen
GRADE: Senior
OCCUPATION: Aspiring musician
SCHEDULE: TELL ME A LITTLE ABOUT YOURSELF.
Okay, the first thing you need to know about me is how to make me smile. There is nothing I love more than
music. Music is my life. I can play
the guitar, the drums, and a little bit of the piano. And oh my god,
singing is my calling. I have the voice of an angel, I am pretty sure. And, no, I’m not just an egotistical brat. These are all compliments I’ve received. So don’t look at me like that. If you don’t believe me, you can go ask
Keiran White. He’s an absolute sweet heart and will tell you what’s what. God, I just adore him and if you’d go meet his sweet ass, you would too… Mmm, speaking of sweet, I could use a cold
monster right now. I am addicted to that shit. I have at least two or three every day. And
sweets. Gotta have me a little bit of that every day. It’s what keeps me up during my classes. Except for first hour. I always sleep through that class because I know everything already. It’s why I take it. That’s another thing you need to know about me: just leave me the fuck alone and let me sleep.
Sleeping is love to me. Just leave me alone.
I don’t like…
doing stuff. Or
work. I’m not active in the slightest. There’s hardly a thing I’ll actually put effort into and that’s my music and flirting. Which makes
baby sitting my little sister horrible. She’s all over the place. And I hate
school but at least it gives me a break from her. Don’t get me wrong; I love her to pieces but goddamn. You try keeping up with her. I don’t like…
lies or any form of deceit. I’m probably one of the most honest men you will ever meet. I don’t get angry easily but if you deceive me, I will never trust you again. That is one sure fire way to piss me off. I’m also likely to punch something if I’m
being called Sonic. I am not fucking Sonic the Hedgehog. Do I look blue to you? Get the hell over it and leave me alone. And don’t tell me what to do because I probably won’t do it. I don’t like
being told what to do or rules. Especially if it’s something stupid. Those are the only rules I’ll break – stupid ones. I’m not rebellious. I don’t have to motivation to be. I just do what I want when I want.
TELL ME MORE, PLEASE? WHAT ARE YOU LIKE?
I’m just going to start with what’s easy. I am
honest – sometimes brutally honest, but honest nonetheless. If I have done something wrong, I will not hide it. I was raised that trust is one of the most important things in life and to break it is to lose someone. I am a man, I make mistakes but I own up to them. I’m responsible. At least most of the time. Maybe no so much with school work but I am with plenty of other things. So if you mess up, own up too. I’m pretty
understanding so it’s not like I’m going to bite your head off if you screwed something up. If you have a legit reason, then I’ll let it go. I’m not one to get worked up over everything, you know. I’m actually really
mellow. Just stay away from my buttons and we should get along fine… Okay, I know I’m lazy but once I put my mind to something, I am a
determined fucker. Especially with my music. There is nothing I work harder on than my music. Well… Heh, except pleasing a certain someone. They’re right up there with my music and it’s hard to reach that level of amazing. Trust me. That also means I have the ability to be
creative. I can draw, kind of, and I do write my own songs. It takes a little while, but I can do it. I’m also very
open-minded. If you want to critique me, go ahead. I’ll play for almost anyone and there’s hardly a thing I won’t accept. Unless it’s just outlandishly stupid… Okay, okay, this you might not believe but I am rather
valiant. I have been called that before. I am protective and will stand up for anyone I care about. That means don’t mess with my sister or my Keiran… Oops. Did I just call him my Keiran? Hahaha! Oh well, he’d probably be blushing if he heard that. I should probably tell him about this. Wonder what he’d say… Anyway! Back to me. On top of valiant, I think I’m
romantic and sweet. I like to flirt – to woo people if you will. I like to make them feel special, to make them smile, to make them blush. All that good stuff. But I’m also
a little perceptive. I come on strong but I know when I’m not wanted. I’m not stupid. If you want me to leave you alone, chances are, I’ll leave you alone.
Because I like to be left alone. Oh my god, I’m
so very lazy, it’s not even funny. I do not like doing anything that requires too much effort. It’s just… Ugh. I don’t like it. The only exceptions, as I’ve mentioned multiple times, are my music and my flirting. God, I am so
flirtatious. And I will hit on anyone. Boy, girl, taken, single, married. I don’t give a fuck. If I like what I see, I’ll let you know. The way I see it if they’re married or taken, their lovers should be flattered. They have something people want. And if they trust their lover, they won’t worry about me taking them from right under their nose, will they? Buuuut… If I don’t like what I see, I’ll probably let you know, too. My step-mom says that I lack the a filter that separates honest thoughts from polite thoughts. Which is a retarded way to say I’m
blunt. I’ll tell you what I think the moment I think it even if it’ll hurt your feelings. I say it builds character but whatever. Some people can’t handle it. And I know this might be a little hypocritical of me but if you’re rude to my people, you’re going to have to deal with me. I am
extremely protective. I don’t like doing things but I will fight for those I care about. And I will fight to keep them. I might have a wee bit of a
possessive problem. I like keeping things for myself. I’m also…
a little paranoid. It’s not that I think people are out to get me. I trust people but I don’t fully trust them. I think I’m always looking for a sign that they’re not trustworthy. But until I find that sign, I guess we’re pretty chill. And I
don’t know how to handle stress so please just back off of my peeps. Don’t mess with me, my sister, don’t mess with my girl or guy. Just… Don’t. Seriously, don’t. I am not good with stresses so leave my life be because if you fuck mine up, I will fuck yours up. I am
stubborn as hell and I like to get my way. Remember: once I have my mind set, I’m going for it. Nothing can steer me from my path. Otherwise, I just don’t give a fuck. If you’re not worthy of me, you might as well be a fly on the wall. I don’t care about your problems; don’t come whining to me. Because I will tell you straight up that I don’t give a damn. I guess that makes me a little
indifferent. If it doesn’t affect me, go away.
THAT’S INTERESTING. CAN YOU TELL ME A SECRET? I PROMISE NOT TO TELL.
You promise? Because you know what they say: “Two can only keep a secret if one of us is dead.” I don’t want to have to kill nobody, now. Actually, if either of us is going to die, it’s probably going to be me. I’m serious. My diet is like… monsters and candies and cookies and pizzas. If it wasn’t for my high metabolism, I’d probably be a giant, white blob of… blah. See, what’s really stupid of me is I know heart disease runs in my family but I don’t really do anything about it. I know my diet can kill me in my future I just don’t… care. But what’s worse is sometimes I get these little pangs in my chest and it gets hard for me to breathe when I’m stressed. Which is why I say I can’t handle stress well. I panic because I don’t know what to do. My chest hurts, my heart hurts, my breathing hurts. I don’t… tell anyone that because I don’t want them to worry. I always end up okay so… Hey, might as well enjoy life while I have it.
