RUNE, james russell

[JAMES RUSSELL RUNE]

james russell rune
eighteen - senior/hot topic cashier - student - bisexual

" Hi! My name is James Russell Rune, but there’s no need for shouting my full name out to everyone, right? Ha-ha! Anyways, just call me James, Jamie works too, I’m pretty flexible. I was born on the fourteenth of February and so was my twin sister, Evelyn. We’re totally different people, so don’t judge me based off her. I absolutely hate when people do that. We turn eighteen in just a month, which I’m totally excited for. So, that makes me seventeen right now… no big deal, it won’t be long! I live with my best friend Jayden and work a part time job, we split the bills and I’ve got a part time job at McDonalds. Just kidding, I don’t work at McDonalds but I do work at a local Hot Topic; it’s a pretty average paying job and it’s enjoyable enough. I’m bisexual. Yeah, you heard me. Don’t go off on me about your religious bullshit about how it’s sinful to be gay. You know what also is sinful? Cheating on your wife. Yeah, I went there. So shut your mouth and keep that religious bullshit and prejudice away from me. I personally don’t care for religion or politics, I think it is all bullshit and that is all I can say.

So, how do I look? Well, I don’t know… can’t you see me? Whatever, I guess I’ll tell you what I know from looking in the mirror and whatnot. I’m five feet and seven inches tall, weigh about one hundred and seventeen. I’m not a big guy, to say the least. I dress in any pants from blue jeans to black skinny ones; it doesn’t matter to me, really. My hair is fucking awesome, if I do say so myself. It’s a dark brown; I straighten it and don’t let it get too long. Sometimes I put highlights in, it just depends, ya know? I could care less about what is 'in style' and was 'so yesterday.' I’ve always been the type just to wear some skinny jeans, converse or vans, and a band tee shirt. My band shirts vary from punk music to the hardcore metal bands. I dress for comfort, not for acceptance. Anyone who has the nerve to comment on how I dress should probably just back off now, because I’d probably just smile at them and say, “Thanks buddy! I really appreciate it. I totally spent hours on his outfit!” Clearly, I wouldn’t have spent more than five seconds on picking out what I wanted to wear, but you get the picture.

To begin with, I’m a silent sufferer. If you’re bothering me, annoying me, or just overall upsetting me I’m probably not going to tell anyone or tell you to stop. The same thing goes for when I’m hurt and people check on me; I’ll say I’m fine, but the swelling is probably actually killing me. Not literally, but anyways. I’m really naïve. You could convince me of just about anything. On top of that, I’m submissive to just about everybody. I’m not quiet, though. Far from it, actually. Well, I’ll take that back. I can be pretty quiet, but most of the time I’m pretty obnoxious. I don’t mean to be or anything, it’s just part of my hyperactive personality I suppose. Oh, I’m really socially dumb, too… I just don’t pick up on some things, it’s not my fault. I get picked on a lot for that. Another thing that sucks about my personality is that I tend to keep the wrong information from the wrong people. It really bites me in the ass eventually, it’s so not fun.
I’m really dorky, and I think that’s actually a good thing. When I’m being a goofball I make people smile and that makes me smile. I don’t mean to toot my own horn or anything, but I’ve had a 4.0 grade average since sixth grade. All of my past girlfriends have told me the same things that they like about me, and those three things are; I’m considerate, a sweetheart, and protective. I’m extremely friendly until you give me a reason not to be. I don’t like to anger people – I’m joking around with them, even then I try not to cross the line. It’s a whole different story if I’m defending somebody that I care about a lot, then it’s definitely on purpose and I will probably keep going until I find some sort of self-victory. Overall, I’m told that I’m a sweetheart - I just show it in weird ways. Speaking of weirdness, that's a general quality I have. It's hard to explain how exactly I’m weird, but to put it down simply, I’m just a very odd man. Its better you don’t ask me what’s on my mind, I’ll never stop talking.

So, what are some things I dislike and like? I don’t like dogs, paint, toxic fumes, the weatherman, the French language, when people make fun of me, when my sister steals my boyfriends, when people mess with my little sister, when my movies are interrupted, failing tests, when people rip on the bieber, when people rip on twilight, and when my cell phone dies. Shit I do like would be music, metal, punk, playing guitar, dancing, popsicles, sugary things, cookies, baked goods, food, iPod, cellphone, laptop, Justin Bieber, Robert Pattinson, twilight movies/books, loud people, drinking, shopping, being with his friends, having fun, long walks on the beach, how his toes feel in the sand, German language, school, and anime. I dream of being not only an amazing musician, but a good friend, a good father, and a supportive husband. If not a husband, a partner that would never leave. Marriage isn’t a necessity to me. It’s literally just putting on a ring and saying that we wouldn’t part. I’m scared of the dark, spiders, being shot, somebody bringing their gun to school, losing my mother or siblings and never being able to find true love.

Born on the fourteenth of February, I have been alive for almost eighteen years. I’m a senior in high school now and went through school like everybody else. My elementary years were spent doing my work and being the class clown - but as I got older and into middle school I began keeping more to myself. I was still social and did my work and came to school every day, I was just a lot less obnoxious. Throughout the earlier years of high school I stayed the same, though I did become less uptight about school. I’m still slightly obsessive about my grades, but I’ll get work done so quickly that I can go out and party and I work less for perfection, and more to doing my very best. My family history was pretty simple. We lived in a pretty big house for a long time - but the top half of it was burned to pieces to the point where we needed to go to a different house. My mom and dad have never had too many serious problems - they've been together since college and were good parents, for the most part. Jonathan was great with the girls and the youngest kid, but he and I have never, ever gotten along. I wasn't the kid he wanted. He wanted a star athlete, which I was nowhere near to being or becoming. Instead, I was bringing guys home when I was fourteen and saying they were my boyfriend. After a while, I got over it and moved in with my best friend with some of my trust fund money. I picked a part time job up to pay for the bills and whatnot, but I dip into it if I need a little more money, but I rarely go to the trust fund for anything not necessary to live. "

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There was something about David that always turned Kris away. What was it, though? Maybe it was just that he simply frightened her – not in the sense that he would physically harm her, but mentally. She heard the stories of several girls who spent a night with him and thought that maybe, just maybe, there was something there. They continued to think that until David proved them wrong, leaving them before they re-opened their innocent eyes. Kris thought any girl to trust him like that was truly idiotic; but maybe that was just because she was so familiar of the work of David? Who knew? That was the main reason she stayed away from hanging around him without other people being present. She simply didn’t want anything to do with his love life; or rather, his sex life. Eleanor was probably the only exception to the ‘idiot’ theory when it came to falling for David; in fact, she gave the girl props for being able to control him for so long. She and Jayden made a bet, though, and this bet lost her five dollars. She said that Eleanor and David would end up still together by January 25th of the New Year. Really, guys? The 24th?

Kris had a pretty simple outfit on with a strong, yet not so strong cherry perfume. She liked the fruitier smells over the weird, old lady ones. She wasn’t wearing jeans for once tonight; in fact, she had a short, comfortable pair of jean shorts that fit her perfectly with room. Her shirt was low cut, it was pretty normal of a shirt that she wearing actually, but it was still a tad lower than normal. It wasn’t that she was looking for sex tonight, but she knew that she was lonely, he was lonely, and if he was up to it… he’d make a move. But only if he made the move. For now, she was just going to be herself. She looked back at him with a smirk on her face, bringing the cup up to her mouth and sipping it every chance that she could. “Yeah, yeah, whatever man.” She wasn’t much one for compliments or accepting them, they made her feel way too weird. Normally she’d say thanks and all, but she was with one of the guys for crying out loud, so she just spoke what she thought about his comment.

Staring at the television she gave off a bored expression, turning it off and tossing the remote carelessly on the floor. “I don’t wanna watch anything.” She said bluntly as his hand touched her thin leg, her head turning to face him. She didn’t say anything yet, just letting him talk a little bit as she downed the rest of her drink and put the cup down on a side table, thinking for a second. She grinned widely and stood up, taking his hand and pulling him up with her. “Well I won’t ask then. Dance with me.” She said and then looked around, seeing Duncan’s laptop. She let go of his hand and went over to his laptop which was on the ground – for god knows what reason – and turned it on. “Damn it… password.” She paused and started saying everything she guessed would be his password. “Robopenis. No. Okay… Uh… ChrissyTitty… there we go!” She grinned with a sense of accomplishment, turning on itunes, putting it as loud as she could get it. Her song of choice was “I Like It” by Enrique. She came back over to David andtook his hand again, wiggling her body a little bit. “Don’t pretend you can’t dance.”

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