Post by CHANDLER ADRIEN WESTWOOD on Oct 19, 2009 20:10:48 GMT -6
the jig is up, the news is out
they finally found me, the renegade who
had it made retrieved for a bounty, never
more to go astray, this will be the end
today of a wanted man, a wanted man!
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Chandler Adrien Westwood.
"Chan, Westwood"
"I'm an average guy, in fact, I'm as average as they get. I like to throw the old pig skin around, rough house every chance I get, kick back with a few brewskies, and there's nothing more desirable than a woman, but to spare you from getting a more repulsive image of me than you probably already have, I won't get into detail.
I was born on April nineteenth in the year nineteen eighty six in good ol' Lawrence, Kansas, and yes, I'm proud to be a country bumpkin. In fact, contrary to popular belief, country boys aren't all rednecks and cowboys, in fact, we're just like any other guy in the United States, or any where in the world for that matter.
In any matter, my parents weren't famous, and I didn't get handed my fame or wealth on a silver platter, in fact, I worked my ass off to get where I am today.
As cliche as this may sound, I was raised on a farm, a small, cozy little farm, and I was raised up to be a perfect son. You know, the kind that does well in school, and has all those fancy manners, and behaves all right and crap. My father, Alexander, was a farmer, and in fact, while we weren't the richest folk in Kansas, we passed by alright for ourselves. He always has the best crops, and grocery stores and markets would pay top dollar for his produce. He just always knew what kind of an environment to keep each crop in, and you can bet your ass he always made sure his soil was rich and fertile, ready for any type of harvesting he had going on. I remember spending hours in the hot son with him, learning about all of the things it took to be the best farmer, and while I had little interest in it, I learned a lot.
My mom has her own story. In fact, it's actually ind of romantic if you're into that kind of crap. Her name is Lillianna to start. Dad always just called her Lily though, which is, ironically, her favorite flower for several reasons. I won't waste our time with that though. Lillianna came from a proper family in France, and she was wealthy beyond her wildest imagination. She could have had the world handed to her on a silver platter, and for a while, she did. She was actually ind of wild, and carefree, adventurous. She reminds me a lot of my cousin, Caprice, actually, but getting back on track, she never worked a day in her life. She was daddy's little princess, and he gave her anything her little heart desired, but one day, out of the blue, she decided she wanted more in her life than just riches and popularity, and so upon graduating high school, she said goodbye to her parents and ventured off to the United States for a proper college education, or at least as proper of an education as Kansas could give a young girl looking to be her own success, make her own way and live off of her money instead of her father's. Her parents had never taken to it well, in fact, they cried and begged her to stay. They'd even tried bribing her with money, cars and fancy, luxurious vacations, but once mom has her mind set to something, she's going to do it.
It was only in college that chance would have it that two souls would meet, and an intelligent business major would run into the spoiled heiress of billions and sweep her right off of those petite feet of hers. The two fell happily in love and had two children, a boy, and a little over four years later, his sister. Of course, they had a Paris style wedding in the fanciest place in Kansas, and while mom's dad still wasn't thrilled about his baby girl living in a cold, cruel world alone, he gave the young couple his blessing.
Okay, so I skipped a few steps along the way, like how the woman went to culinary school and the two worked long, difficult hours to figure out a way to earn their way into the cozy lifestyle they live now. Actually, it was cute how they became the success they are now. Dad had grown up on a farm, and while he's a bit of a country bumpkin, he's quite intelligent, and not at all the redneck he's often stereotyped as. My dad decided to start his own farm, and with his intelligence when it comes to business and harvesting, he was actually pretty successful, and with his help, my mom was able to open up her own diner style restaurant located right on the farm. She uses nothing except the freshest ingredients from the crops, and of course, there's still plenty to spare for markets and grocery stores. In fact, it was a genius investment, and the two are still as close, and in love as the day they met. I guess working together and being so successful helps a bit. People eat that fresh ingredient crap up. It's great. Actually, I kind of respect my mom for making the decisions she did, and, I respect my dad for working so hard to get to where he was. I helped out a lot, growing up, with tables and gardening. It was hard work, but it was a family effort, and we were all pretty close. Even my kid sister helped in any way she could. She was so adorable bringing pie to tables in her curly pigtails, and cheesy four year old smile. She would even try and dig holes with this silly little plastic shovel so dad could plant seeds for more crops in the field.
Every fairytale has it's ending though, and it happened when I was eighteen. I'd grown pretty fond of farming and cooking, in fact, I'd taken a major interest in becoming a chef. Dad always wanted me to be some hot shot football player though. He said I shouldn't have wasted my talent, and he was always pushing, but my heart was always with cooking gourmet dishes for my mom's diner.
I wish I could have given him his dream, told that talent scout yes, while he watched his son become a star, but, I didn't, and instead, I watched a room full of people dressed in black cry until their tear ducts had dried out.
I should have been there, at my sister's recital. She was always singing and her voice class had this recital, but, mom wouldn't go unless she knew her diner was in good hands, so I offered to stay and watch it. I was eighteen and had proven myself as more than responsible enough to take care of a business for one night, and so she went, but on the way back, some truck ran a red light, it left my parents deceased, and my little sister was put into a coma, glass from the collision pierced through her skin. I remember leaving the diner a mess when I got that phone call. I was a mess. I kicked every one out and locked the doors before racing to the hospital. I just remember knowing my parents weren't coming home, and praying my sister was. I sat by her bedside for a week until she opened those eyes. I had been so relieved, and you can bet your ass I've been severely protective of her since.
Our parents will left me her legal guardian and they gave us everything. They left us the house, the diner, the farm and their savings, which, to our surprise, was more than we bargained for. They'd left us enough to pay off restaurant bills, house bills and for education. To our surprise, we were richer than we'd expected.
I kept the diner open for a few more months to pay off hospital bills, and after that, we moved to Los Angeles to be closer to my Uncle Kiefer, and our cousin, Caprice. I was twenty when that occurred, and she'd started this dancing career. I've always been as close with my cousin as I was with my own sister, but her dating this older rockstar guy was kind of weird for me. She was more out of control than I though she could be. Don't get me wrong, she's buckets of fun all the time, but, I sometimes think she acts out for attention and to forget the nightmares and fear she's constantly smothered in.
In any case, the little sis just started hanging out with her constantly, and I started writing for kicks. I wrote down everything from feelings, to ideas and thoughts. The little sis got her own record deal, and Caprice became more famous beyond her wildest dreams, and I just kind of picked up the hobby of writing scripts. Life is pretty much a blur, and I really couldn't tell you, in detail, how every little thing happened, but the three of us are pretty much inseparable and we've always kind of stuck up for each other. As tough as Hollywood is, with family close by to support you through everything, it's been pretty easy.
I've been called a player, and I suppose that's true. I do hop around from girl to girl quite frequently. It's something I've always done. In fact, I think out of the three of us, my little sister is the only one decent with commitment. In fact, I think she dreams of that perfect white wedding. I actually find it amusing that she didn't get married before Caprice did, but the guy is pretty okay, and he takes good care of my cousin, so I can't be the first one to complain.
I have a girlfriend as well, although, I've been in a kind of sticky predicament lately with that. How can you choose just one when there's at least three fighting over you? Haha.
That's my life in a nutshell though. As far as my likes and dislikes, goals and aspirations, I really just live every day differently. Everything always changes. I've always been pretty inconsistent. Whatever happens, happens. It all occurs for a reason, and it builds us, and makes us stronger.
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caught in the middle of a crossfire
lost my balance on a high wire
pushed to the edge of my reason
everywhere around me is treason
kamikaze airplanes in the sky
are we going down or will we fly?
Chandler Adrien Westwood.
"Chan, Westwood"
"I'm an average guy, in fact, I'm as average as they get. I like to throw the old pig skin around, rough house every chance I get, kick back with a few brewskies, and there's nothing more desirable than a woman, but to spare you from getting a more repulsive image of me than you probably already have, I won't get into detail.
I was born on April nineteenth in the year nineteen eighty six in good ol' Lawrence, Kansas, and yes, I'm proud to be a country bumpkin. In fact, contrary to popular belief, country boys aren't all rednecks and cowboys, in fact, we're just like any other guy in the United States, or any where in the world for that matter.
In any matter, my parents weren't famous, and I didn't get handed my fame or wealth on a silver platter, in fact, I worked my ass off to get where I am today.
As cliche as this may sound, I was raised on a farm, a small, cozy little farm, and I was raised up to be a perfect son. You know, the kind that does well in school, and has all those fancy manners, and behaves all right and crap. My father, Alexander, was a farmer, and in fact, while we weren't the richest folk in Kansas, we passed by alright for ourselves. He always has the best crops, and grocery stores and markets would pay top dollar for his produce. He just always knew what kind of an environment to keep each crop in, and you can bet your ass he always made sure his soil was rich and fertile, ready for any type of harvesting he had going on. I remember spending hours in the hot son with him, learning about all of the things it took to be the best farmer, and while I had little interest in it, I learned a lot.
My mom has her own story. In fact, it's actually ind of romantic if you're into that kind of crap. Her name is Lillianna to start. Dad always just called her Lily though, which is, ironically, her favorite flower for several reasons. I won't waste our time with that though. Lillianna came from a proper family in France, and she was wealthy beyond her wildest imagination. She could have had the world handed to her on a silver platter, and for a while, she did. She was actually ind of wild, and carefree, adventurous. She reminds me a lot of my cousin, Caprice, actually, but getting back on track, she never worked a day in her life. She was daddy's little princess, and he gave her anything her little heart desired, but one day, out of the blue, she decided she wanted more in her life than just riches and popularity, and so upon graduating high school, she said goodbye to her parents and ventured off to the United States for a proper college education, or at least as proper of an education as Kansas could give a young girl looking to be her own success, make her own way and live off of her money instead of her father's. Her parents had never taken to it well, in fact, they cried and begged her to stay. They'd even tried bribing her with money, cars and fancy, luxurious vacations, but once mom has her mind set to something, she's going to do it.
It was only in college that chance would have it that two souls would meet, and an intelligent business major would run into the spoiled heiress of billions and sweep her right off of those petite feet of hers. The two fell happily in love and had two children, a boy, and a little over four years later, his sister. Of course, they had a Paris style wedding in the fanciest place in Kansas, and while mom's dad still wasn't thrilled about his baby girl living in a cold, cruel world alone, he gave the young couple his blessing.
Okay, so I skipped a few steps along the way, like how the woman went to culinary school and the two worked long, difficult hours to figure out a way to earn their way into the cozy lifestyle they live now. Actually, it was cute how they became the success they are now. Dad had grown up on a farm, and while he's a bit of a country bumpkin, he's quite intelligent, and not at all the redneck he's often stereotyped as. My dad decided to start his own farm, and with his intelligence when it comes to business and harvesting, he was actually pretty successful, and with his help, my mom was able to open up her own diner style restaurant located right on the farm. She uses nothing except the freshest ingredients from the crops, and of course, there's still plenty to spare for markets and grocery stores. In fact, it was a genius investment, and the two are still as close, and in love as the day they met. I guess working together and being so successful helps a bit. People eat that fresh ingredient crap up. It's great. Actually, I kind of respect my mom for making the decisions she did, and, I respect my dad for working so hard to get to where he was. I helped out a lot, growing up, with tables and gardening. It was hard work, but it was a family effort, and we were all pretty close. Even my kid sister helped in any way she could. She was so adorable bringing pie to tables in her curly pigtails, and cheesy four year old smile. She would even try and dig holes with this silly little plastic shovel so dad could plant seeds for more crops in the field.
Every fairytale has it's ending though, and it happened when I was eighteen. I'd grown pretty fond of farming and cooking, in fact, I'd taken a major interest in becoming a chef. Dad always wanted me to be some hot shot football player though. He said I shouldn't have wasted my talent, and he was always pushing, but my heart was always with cooking gourmet dishes for my mom's diner.
I wish I could have given him his dream, told that talent scout yes, while he watched his son become a star, but, I didn't, and instead, I watched a room full of people dressed in black cry until their tear ducts had dried out.
I should have been there, at my sister's recital. She was always singing and her voice class had this recital, but, mom wouldn't go unless she knew her diner was in good hands, so I offered to stay and watch it. I was eighteen and had proven myself as more than responsible enough to take care of a business for one night, and so she went, but on the way back, some truck ran a red light, it left my parents deceased, and my little sister was put into a coma, glass from the collision pierced through her skin. I remember leaving the diner a mess when I got that phone call. I was a mess. I kicked every one out and locked the doors before racing to the hospital. I just remember knowing my parents weren't coming home, and praying my sister was. I sat by her bedside for a week until she opened those eyes. I had been so relieved, and you can bet your ass I've been severely protective of her since.
Our parents will left me her legal guardian and they gave us everything. They left us the house, the diner, the farm and their savings, which, to our surprise, was more than we bargained for. They'd left us enough to pay off restaurant bills, house bills and for education. To our surprise, we were richer than we'd expected.
I kept the diner open for a few more months to pay off hospital bills, and after that, we moved to Los Angeles to be closer to my Uncle Kiefer, and our cousin, Caprice. I was twenty when that occurred, and she'd started this dancing career. I've always been as close with my cousin as I was with my own sister, but her dating this older rockstar guy was kind of weird for me. She was more out of control than I though she could be. Don't get me wrong, she's buckets of fun all the time, but, I sometimes think she acts out for attention and to forget the nightmares and fear she's constantly smothered in.
In any case, the little sis just started hanging out with her constantly, and I started writing for kicks. I wrote down everything from feelings, to ideas and thoughts. The little sis got her own record deal, and Caprice became more famous beyond her wildest dreams, and I just kind of picked up the hobby of writing scripts. Life is pretty much a blur, and I really couldn't tell you, in detail, how every little thing happened, but the three of us are pretty much inseparable and we've always kind of stuck up for each other. As tough as Hollywood is, with family close by to support you through everything, it's been pretty easy.
I've been called a player, and I suppose that's true. I do hop around from girl to girl quite frequently. It's something I've always done. In fact, I think out of the three of us, my little sister is the only one decent with commitment. In fact, I think she dreams of that perfect white wedding. I actually find it amusing that she didn't get married before Caprice did, but the guy is pretty okay, and he takes good care of my cousin, so I can't be the first one to complain.
I have a girlfriend as well, although, I've been in a kind of sticky predicament lately with that. How can you choose just one when there's at least three fighting over you? Haha.
That's my life in a nutshell though. As far as my likes and dislikes, goals and aspirations, I really just live every day differently. Everything always changes. I've always been pretty inconsistent. Whatever happens, happens. It all occurs for a reason, and it builds us, and makes us stronger.
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caught in the middle of a crossfire
lost my balance on a high wire
pushed to the edge of my reason
everywhere around me is treason
kamikaze airplanes in the sky
are we going down or will we fly?
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The autumn air was warm and crisp, and with his hands shoved into his pockets, Chandler ignored his surroundings, his head bowed, and his eyes fixated on the ground while he took the long walk over to Haylee's apartment. It would have been easy for him to have taken his car, but he needed time to think to himself, free from distraction, and lately, he'd been anything except focused on anything. His grades had dropped, he'd missed a payment on his rent, and he'd even begun to lose contact with the majority of his friends. He was in a state of hiding, and it had all been due to one thing, or rather, one person.
Having had an argument with Haylee a few weeks ago over her lack of time due to her new career path as an olympic swimmer, Chandler had cut off his communication with her, telling her they'd both be better off if they weren't friends, however, it had only lasted a few days before she'd had her friends give him messages. It ended with him meeting her at the local park where she explained her situation, and how much trouble she'd gotten herself into. As normal as it seemed for some one to get themselves in that kind of a jam in Miami, especially out of the people he knew, Chandler had been surprised to discover it was Haylee in the line of fire, and of course, as angry as he'd been, had agreed to help her.
The Florida air was warm, and Chandler regretted his decision to walk with every minute that passed. His intention had been to think, to figure things out and make sense of everything that had been going on, instead, he was only drowned in thoughts an emotions he'd been avoiding, and denying.
There was no reason to speak, he was alone, on an empty road, only lit by street lamps posted every couple of blocks. He'd been walking for about an hour, and the thoughts kept guilting his mind. Chandler had left Haylee when she needed him the most because he was jealous of her career, because he had assumed the worse, another guy.
Chandler only sighed, lifting his head up only to notice he'd walked further than he'd expected he had, and in the near distance, only a few strides away, was the building Haylee called home, a building he'd been invited into, snuck into, had slept over in, and had been kicked out of several times. In fact, he wouldn't have been surprised if Austyn walked in tonight in the middle of their conversation and strategy plans and kicked him out. The two hadn't gotten along for a while now. In fact, as soon as Chandler's hormones had begun to kick in, Austyn had developed a strong distaste for him, and often encouraged Haylee to stay the hell away from him. He didn't blame her in the least, if he'd had a younger sister, he'd forbid her to hang out with guys such as himself, however Austyn had only really begun lashing out on him when she noticed something he'd been denying all along, he was undeniably and inevitably, head over heels in love with Haylee, but he'd never admit that out loud, and least of all to her.
With his hands still shoved into the depths of his pocket, Chandler slowly and grudgingly walked up to the door, remembering that she'd mentioned she would be taking a warm bubble bath, and so instead of bothering her, and forcing her to move, he let himself in, a task he'd done many times before.
"HAYLS?!"
He hollered throughout the home, praying Austyn wasn't home, and that the only sound he'd hear was the sweet, angelic sound of a girl's voice with whom his friendship had been strained with as of late, however, regardless of the strain, she was still his best friend.
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Tagged: Hayls - Jess
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Word Count: Six hundred eighty.
Lyrics: Heat of the Moment by Asia
Sink or Swim by Tyrone Wells
Notes: I have no muse. Yep. XD
Credit: Boo.
Threads: Click here.
Word Count: Six hundred eighty.
Lyrics: Heat of the Moment by Asia
Sink or Swim by Tyrone Wells
Notes: I have no muse. Yep. XD
Credit: Boo.
Boo - Writer
