THIS IS LIFE, THIS IS PRIME TIME.

[JACKSON ELLIOT RICHARDS]

Jack was so tired, but he couldn't sleep in this huge empty house. He was sure there was something he had to do today, but he couldn't remember, perhaps someone would call and remind him. This was what his Saturday mornings had come down to, sleeping and nothing. His Saturday mornings could have been so shitty because he often stayed out late on Friday nights. But seriously, what the hell did he have to do today? There was something important, something he'd missed his sisters recital for. Yeah, he hated this hole scatter-brained Saturday morning drill. It made him feel like he had a girlfriend and couldn't remember a date or something. Jeez, having a girlfriend was a scary, scary thought.

Whatever the hell it was, he'd find out soon. He sat up in his eyes as he did so. Jack pushed his near naked legs over the side of his bed and looked around the floor. His room was moderately clean today, that was pretty cool. Jack's eyes scanned his room lazily trying to find a pair of sweats to cover his sweet black boxers. He didn't mind wandering around his house without a shirt, but without pants was a little much. There, on the other side of his bedroom floor, was a pair of light gray sweatpants. That was good, he honestly didn't want to go on a hunt for pants in his boxers. This, among some others, was the good thing about keeping a messy room, you could always find stuff. Organization turned into disorganization after a while, but disorganization could be organized as long as it wasn't organized before. That was his logic, and in some senses it was quite skewed since it hardly made any sense at all.

Jack stood up, glad that his legs still worked, and headed over to the pants. It didn't take him long to pull them over and start heading downstairs, leaving the messy room behind. He needed to figure out what it was he needed to do. None of his sisters had a birthday coming up, nor did his current step mother, or real mother. There were no school projects, no studying that needed to be done. What the fuck was it? He sat at the counter quietly after getting some nutrition bar. Jack ate in silence as he tried to figure it out, there was only so much that could happen during the daylight hours on a Saturday, and not everything was fun. There were very few things you could do during the daylight hours. Maybe he'd agreed to meet Violet somewhere, oh man, if he stood her up he'd be sad. She was so nice.

[CAMERON DANIEL ROBERTS]

cameron could honestly say he was scared right now. he'd seen jack, his tutor and mentor, hanging out with one of his worst nightmares, mason. that boy hated him for reasons that weren't known by cam. but whatever he had done to make mason hate him had to be bad because he could never seem to catch a break from him. where ever he was in school, there was mason trying to pick fights and bring him down. he really hadn't ever done anything to mason, ever. the only time he'd ever even talked to mason before he started harassing him was the time mason tried to get him to sleep with him and he had basically shut him down. he wasn't going to sleep with the schools biggest male whore. cameron wasn't like that. he preferred to sleep with people he knew and was comfortable with, not complete strangers. after that day it seemed like mason was out to make his life a living hell. so him going over to one of mason's friend's house didn't make him feel at ease. in fact, it made him overly terrified. he had requested a different mentor and tutor, but the school had shut him down. he was stuck with jack whether he liked it or not.

cam had gotten up at a reasonable time just like he always did. around seven, he awoke to his father shaking him and screaming for him to get up. and of course he had to because if he hadn't he probably would've gotten the shit beat out of him, and regardless of common belief, cam really didn't need any more bruises. his body was basically covered in them. from head to toe, and he hated it. after he finished the chores his father had told him to do he went upstairs and got into the shower. he decided to take his time. it was saturday, and he had nothing to rush for. he didn't have to be at jack's for a few more hours. he had time to kill, and the longer he was away from his dad, the better. as he finished up, the water was beginning to get cold and he was glad that he had finished right in time. quietly, he observed himself in the mirror, a towel wrapped around his waist. he had come to the conclusion that his body was gross and that rory just put up with it because he liked his personality and he liked the sex.

after a few minutes of staring at the ugly bruises on his body, cameron headed to his room. he had already picked out an outfit, bracelets included, and it didn't really take him long to get dressed. his attire was simple. he had on a pair of jeans, a t-shirt, and a jacked. today, although he was going out, was still a casual day. and now that he was dressed, he was ready to head out. after giving chase a quick kiss on the cheek, he set out, it didn't take him long to find jack's house, even though he tried to turn around many times. he managed to get there, book and all. he looked up at the door and large house as he rang the door bell. now he was staring at he feet because he half expected mason to answer the door and knock him around.

THIS POST IS DONE AND IT HAS FIVE HUNDRED EIGHTY SIX WORDS, MKAY? AND IT'S FOR THIS ADORABLE KID JACK. MISTER CAMMY IS WEARING THIS. I'M LISTENING TO ONE IN A MILLION AND THE NOTE ON THIS LITTLE POST SAYS ABSOLUTELY NOTHING

[JACKSON ELLIOT RICHARDS]

There was something just so incredibly aggravating to not be able to remember what he was supposed to be doing. It honestly made him want to throw his step-mother's dinky little clay jars across the room. He didn't, however, touch them. He knew that the punishment for breaking something like that was punishable by death, or something close to it. Jack could remember the one time he had lashed out and broken something of his step-mother's. His father had been so incredibly angry, he thought that his father was going to explode. In a way, his father had exploded. Jack had been slapped across the face and sent to bed, he had to clean it up too. Fortunately that step-mother wasn't around much longer, and he hadn't made a mistake like that again. He could only imagine how much worse it would have been now.

Jack dropped his breakfast and got up from the counter when he heard the knock at the door. That was either what he was supposed to do today, or UPS bringing something. He hoped that it was the first so that he could put his mind to rest. He pulled up his sweats a little and walked to the front door, still not bothering to get a shirt to wear. What difference would it make if he didn't? It wasn't like he had something to hide. He ran his fingers through his hair silently, hoping to grab something from deep within his brain, still trying to remember what it was he was forgetting. It couldn't have been something huge or he would have remembered. He was good at remembering things.

He pulled open the door quietly, a smile on his face, one of those forced jobs, just in case it was someone gross. Jack's eyes widened with realization. "Awe Hell. he said, he didn't know what else to say. How could he forget that he had to tutor Cameron, the same Cameron that Mason targeted. "I completely forgot about this." he said, as if it wasn't obvious with his lack of shirt. "God I'm so stupid."

[/b] he moved to the side, motioning for Cameron to enter his domain. Jack sighed and ran his hand through his messy brown hair. Could he be anymore unprepared? He hadn't showered yet, hell he'd just woken up.

Jack pursed his lips leading back into the house. "I should go get clothes on." he stated dumbly as he moved to the laundry room off of the kitchen. He pulled on a black t-shirt over his chest and found a pair of jeans to slip on over that, not that sweatpants weren't clothes. He reappeared before Cameron completely dressed. "Welcome to my humble home?"[/b] he said awkwardly. This would have been so much worse if he had forgotten Ransom. He hadn't really known Cameron very long, therefore it was a little more understandable, but still Cameron was a very, very cute boy. Cute boys didn't usually get forgotten in his mind, there were usually glued there. "My dad went to work, and my step-mom's with my sisters, I think. So it'll be quiet for me to help you with your...?" Shit, he'd even forgotten what Cameron needed help with, what the hell was up with him? [/blockquote][/blockquote][/size][/justify]

[CAMERON DANIEL ROBERTS]

cameron was having second thoughts about this.. maybe he should just turn around and go home.. but if he did that then what would jack think? that someone had been playing a stupid childish game? he wasn't sure, but the thought of going back home was very tempting, almost too tempting. he hated the thought of jack or anyone doing something that would hurt him intentionally. mason was enough, but the fact that some of his friends joined in didn't make things any better. all of mason's friends had to be just as big as he was and he was sure they possessed the ability to be just as scary or more scary than mason. he hated it, being constantly scared whether it was of mason, mason's friends, or his own father. he had never been able to escape fear throughout his whole entire life. in school, he'd always had at least one bully, recently it had gotten worse, but he felt that there was nothing he could do. now, when he wasn't at school he had his father at home to be terrified of. he didn't know how long it would take for him to get so pissed at him that he just killed him, but he felt that the time would come soon.

all thought and possibility of turning around was now torn from him as jack opened the door, but cameron hadn't expected to see jack like this. he was.. half naked. cam couldn't keep the blush from creeping over his cheeks. his face was bright red, he could feel the heat in his flesh as he diverted his attention to the floor. "i-i'm sorry." he couldn't say he disliked what he had just seen, but admitting that would be almost terrible to him. he stepped forward as jack motioned for him to come inside, keeping his eyes pointed at the ground. when jack mentioned getting dressed cameron nodded quickly. him getting dressed would be a good thing because he knew that if he was half naked like this during the time that he was trying to help him with his math he would be so terribly distracted. he couldn't deny that he really thought jack was good looking, but he knew couldn't do anything about that. jack was mason's friend, and mason would probably be happier if cameron just dropped off the face of the earth. he stood awkwardly as jack went off to get clothes, waiting for the burning in his face to go down at least a little.

cameron was happy that he could say his blush had died down by the time jack had returned fully dressed. for the first time since he'd been there, he looked up and around the home. it was large, much bigger than his own, not that there was anything wrong with that. cam would've killed for a bigger house because that meant there could be more space for him to hide. "it's a nice home." he said, his voice gentle and quiet. he was still slightly scared and nervous about being in jack's house, but so far, so good. he gazed up at the older male as he spoke about his parents being gone.. was that a good thing? cameron really couldn't tell at this point. "uh.. with math." he said with a happy smile. he looked around again "where are we going? show me the way." he offered the other guy another sheepish smile. he was ready to just get this over with.

THIS POST IS DONE AND IT HAS SIX HUNDRED THREE WORDS, MKAY? AND IT'S FOR THIS ADORABLE KID JACK. MISTER CAMMY IS WEARING THIS. I'M LISTENING TO PRAY AND THE NOTE ON THIS LITTLE POST SAYS ABSOLUTELY NOTHING