&&you will talk mind you-Iggy-

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&&let's go get some snow cones

Chinatown? What the hell man? Why was he here? Ayden looked down at his multi colored shoes as walked into the big archway leading into Chinatown. His sister had told him to come here, to see if there was anything good to take pictures of. Well she was the photographer why didn't she just come herself? Well Dylan had also told him to go and get lunch, so that was probably the main reason. Ayden sighed deeply as he stopped in the middle of the walk way and looked around. Wow. China. How amazing right? Wrong. Ayden had seen this so many times, that it was honestly boring. Dylan deffinitly was going to owe him big time. The only reason Ayden deffinitly agreed to come here, was to get a snow cone. Pathetic huh? Well he never acted like a 16 year old... more like a 6 year old. Ayden loved Hello Kitty, Barbie's ya'know the gay boy stuff. Dylan swore that he was gay, but Ayden doesn't think so.


He looked back over his shoulder, at the archway. Alright, tell Dylan to take a picture of that. Ayden noted in his mind... Thoug he knew he would forget it in about five minutes. He was thekind that needed to stick a sticky note to his forehead just to remember things. Hawaii had the best snow cones, though they didn't call then "snow cones" they called them "shaved ice". Not really a big difference, but whatever. Ayden took a breath, and slowly let it out. Still standing in the middle of the walkway. People looked really irriatated at him when they passed him. He ignored them, and then finally started walking. Ayden's eyes scanned the crowds of people walking out of Chinatown. Figures, Ayden thought, This place is boring. He walked over to a chinese inspired bench, and plopped down. Then he went back to scanning the many people entering and exiting. Nobody caught his eye, nobody what-so-ever. That was one of the downfalls to Hawaii. Not alot of people lived there. And Ayden didn't have alot of friends. GAY!

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Yum. Chinese food. That was one of Iggy's favorite thing in the entire world, but many people either A) didn't care or B)gave him a funny look as he attempted to inhale a serving of pan fried noodles or pot stickers or something. That's why, when he had learned that there was a Chinatown here, Iggy went. He had ended up befriending one of those crazy little old ladies who though he was too skinny and whenever she saw him, shoved food at him. It was always very annoying because Iggy thought that he was fine.

But, prowling through Chinatown in the hot, Hawaiian sun meant that he was thirsty and in the mood for something sugary and cold. Yuck, he hated this sort of weather. He could remember how the weather was back in California. It was extremely hot in the Valley and cold in the winter. But here? Here it was spring weather in the winter and hot in the summer and just plain yuck.

Hence the fact that he was searching for those yummy snowcones. Ice with sugary syrup poured over it with exotic names like Tiger's Blood and, uh, lime. Since lime was super exotic, after all. He had gotten a snow cone and had sat down to enjoy it. There was something about sugar and ice that just seemed to make the world amazing.

So Iggy sat to eat his snow cone, on some bench. He was doing a good job of ignoring the world and just focusing on ice and sugar and goodness. Yum. Lime. It was that reason that he didn't notice that another kid his age had appeared and it was that reason that Iggy didn't care, because he sure as hell wasn't going to go and make the first move or...whatever people called it now.[/size][/ul][/blockquote]

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&&You know you wanna talk to me

Ayden looked up from his cellphone that he had just pulled out of his pocket... To a boy sitting two benchs down from him. With a SNOWCONE?! No shaved ice duh. Ayden smiled to himself, and quickly finished typing in a text message, and sent it. The kid seemed anti-social though, but Ayden could make anybody talk. Well Dylan told him that he was really annoying and stubborn himself. So that's why he could get anyone to talk. He stood up, and did his whole hair flick thing. Ayden stood there for a few more seconds, making up his mind weither to go talkto the boy or just mind his own buisness. No he would go talk to him.
Hey, Ayden sat down beside the boy, not like right beside him though. That's gay. But hey according to his sister he was gay. Ayden kinda disliked her for that statement she had said a few days ago. But hey, I mean he did like Hello Kitty. Now come on.

Ayden felt his phone vibrate in his pocket, though he made no move to get it. Again he was thinking about getting it. Finally he sighed deeply and took out the black voyager. He flipped it open, and it was his sister. Where r u? Ayden shook his and grinned. His sister was a complete blonde at heart. Really she was. Ayden's fingers moved swiftly across the keybord as he text back, Where the hell do you think I'm at Dilly? LOL C-Town love He closed the phone, and awaited his answer. This boy, hm. Well, Ayden really couldn't judge him yet. Though he was a quick judger, ecspically in Hawaii. It was like gossip, and you wouldn't even think it. You have to be on your guard at all times. It's pretty bad, really it is. I mean everybody is just in that stage, where they are finding themselfs, and trying to fit in. Ayden tried to push all that away from himself. Attempted...

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Omnomnomnom. One minute he was just sitting here, eating tasty, icy goodness and the next, there was someone sitting next to him who was...loud. "Hey!" Iggy merely glanced at him in slight surprise. Whaaaat was this? Someone saying hello to him? Eh? Iggy blinked and continued to eat his flavored ice. After all, it was sort of obvious that he just didn't talk. No offense to anyone...but he had his reasons. So, in order for Iggy to not look like a total jerk, he looked at the boy and gave a nod of acknowledgment.

Now, Iggy was a texter as well. He thrived off of text messaging and instant messaging because that didn't require him to use his voice to talk. At the moment, though, Iggy wasn't texting anyone. He'd basically just gone out so he didn't have to talk to anyone...which had very obviously failed.

This new boy seemed like the sort who would talk and talk and never shut up. Especially since he seemed very...upbeat already. He seemed nice though; at least he didn't want to like, throw him off a cliff or something. In Hawaii there were plenty to chose from, after all. They were on an island! On the beach. Ahhh, the beach. Iggy remembered when his family had first moved here; the thrill of being by the ocean was unbelievable.

And they had superb food, so that was always good, right? Of course. But back to the present. Who was this mysterious boy who had the nerve to sit by him and what did he want? If he introduced himself first, Iggy decided, then he'd tell him his name.

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&&i just want someone to talk to

Ayden looked down at his orange, blue, and white audio's. They seemed way more interesting than this boy. I mean he didn't even say hey back or something. That was rude. Though Ayden was a social butterfly, he didn't know what to think of anti-social people. Ayden pretty much thought anti-social people, were the devil. Preach it son. No haha. He could talk, Ayden could, so he would just tell this boy his name. And if he didn't say anything, Ayden decided he would just go away.
I'm Ayden. He saw a loose thread on his right jean leg, and started pulling it. Ayden needed something to amuse himself. The black voyager in his pocket, suddenly vibrated again. Ayden looked at his pocket, then slowly dug through it to retreive his phone.
Sister's, Ayden began, Are so annoying. He flipped open his phone to the full keyboard and read the message, Be that way Ayden. When are you going to get back? He thought about his answer then moved his fingers over the keyboard once more... In alittle while. You might want to get yourself some lunch. Ayden knew how pissed Dylan would been when she read that. She didn't like leaving the shop unattended.


While Ayden awaited his answer, he tried to think about what he would say if the boy actually talked this time. Maybe just say, "Nice to meet you." And ummm. Shit. Ayden had no clue what else to say. Anti-social people were confusing, and he had never really talked to one of them... because well... They were anti-social.

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Oh, yeah, now Iggy was beginning to feel sort of bad. He always did when people sort of got that look on their face that basically read, "You're scaring me because you won't talk" which was the exact opposite of Iggy's whole...philosophy. Well, philosophy wasn't exactly the right word, but if "Hakuna Matata" could be Timon and Pumba's, by Jeeves "I don't want to scare you" could be his. That being said, he really did want to go re-watch The Lion King now.

Ah. So this boy had a name. Iggy mentally cursed his luck for a moment. He wasn't really sure if he wanted to talk, but, eh...he suppose he had to. Ayden seemed like the kind of kid who would be totally offended if someone didn't talk back. And Iggy didn't really consider himself anti-social...

Okay! Okay! He was! Not all the time though. Well, sometimes. FINE. Most of the time. Maybe he ought to stop doing that? Insert internal battle. But the kid DID introduce himself. Oh, screw it. I'm Schuyler. Iggy tended to introduce himself by his given name because, well, he liked it. It sounded just like "Skylar" and he was so used to people butchering the pronunciation of it, he tended to go by Iggy. Or just Iggy. He offered a smile, trying his best to show that he wasn't a creepy stalker or something. Not that Iggy could pull off creepy stalker well...he was sort of scrawny compared to a lot of those sorts of people. Yeah. Automatic fail or something along those lines.

hmm? Ayden was talking again. "Sisters are so annoying." Ahh, yes, Iggy could agree with that, seeing how he had an adopted sister. Actually, he was adopted into a family and gained a sister. Yeah! There we go. He knew the feeling of a sister texting all the time, trying to get him to hurry the hell up or whatever. I know the pain. he stated, simply, suddenly remembering the fact that his snow cone was only half eaten. Oh, crapper. He might want to finish that. And, maybe...just maybe, this kid wouldn't get up and run away.

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