we live for a smile

[gerardturner]

[ jackson hurley ]
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<sup>It seemed the Slytherin Boy was at it again. Sleeping outside in the grounds. Funny that to be honest. He'd done it twice, and met two wonderful people. Alessa and Marissa. Gawd, him and Marissa had become fast friends. It had been a magical afternoon with the two of them ♥ She was so awesome, and thought he was too (but he disagreed). The Slytherin smiled happily as he somewhat slept under a bench in the Enchanted Gardens. Didn't he always find a great place to sleep. Under the Rose Bushes, beside the Lake and now Under a Bench. Gerard Turner has done it again ;]

He wasn't sleeping really, right? Actually this time, he really was. You see when meeting Marissa, he had pretended and unfortunately she had fallen down. Mhhm. He'd felt all terrible about it (kinda like an evil-mastermind jerk) even though she had said it was okay. Obviously he didn't want another incident like that too happen, so he assured himself that he would fall asleep. Even brought along his amazing cuuute Duckie Plushie, that he had brought in Term Change in Muggle London. Awh. Cute.

So ickle bitty gerBEAR slept soundlessly below the bench. People passing didn't notice him, but he knew there would be another that did. He only hoped so. This was the whole point of it - to meet people.</sup>

(all mused out)

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[heartsout]

[ooc] I have no muse, either. v.v

One place Jackson had not been in quite a while was the Enchanted Gardens. From what he could remember, he had stalked his new found friend last term, Marissa Harper into the pretty garden, where they ate yummy rainbow lollipops that her grandparents sent her. Such nice relatives, his never sent him anything. Then again, his family was just mean in general. Except for his mommy, Mrs. Hurley was very sweet, and he was a mommas boy. He didn't know how she could be married to a prickhole like his dad. She deserved better.

Blahh, rambling. Shutting up now. [:

Anyway, so, the boy thought he would revisit the place, since he had nothing better to do today. And hey, maybe he'd find Mr. Turner, since he'd heard someone in the corridor saying that he'd returned. Which got him very excited, he missed Duckie Boy, and Kelly, too. All his friends seemed to be disappearing, or not talking to him. At least he had Avery, and that's all that really mattered. So, yeah, Jackson was at the Enchanted Garden.

Humming the tune of one of his favourite Emery songs, bright blue eyes scanned the area; mostly looking for someone to talk to. Someone he knew. Van clad feet made their way slowly toward a bench, not even noticing the body laying under it. Wrinkling his nose, he sat down, swinging his legs a little, watching the people as they passed by. Mistuhh Hurley was a people watcher. Teehee. As he swung his feet, they hit something kinda lumpy. A BODY. D:

Raising an eyebrow, Jackson pulled himself all the onto the bench, then turned onto his stomach. He leaned over, supporting himself by holding onto the edges. What he saw came as an immediate shock. Gerard Turner! Gasping slightly, he said very loudly, in hopes of waking him up, "Gerarrrrd!"

[gerardturner]

you never forget the memories
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<sup>Yeh, yeh - wake the poor boy up xS

Noo! But Gerard didn't care of course. Because it meant friends ♥ But he didn't know it meant Jackson. Ooh, he would get quite the surprise when he woke up. Seeing this most marvellous person again would make him all 'happy' and whatnot. Awh, how cute really. However he did have to wake up (which he did).

Hearing his name called (loudly) he woke up almost instantly. "Wh-what? You called?"</sup> His eyes were shut, but he rubbed the sleep from his eyes, gazing over to the source of the voice. It would after all be someone he knew, since they knew his name. Or it had been a very lucky guess ;] That could be possible, right? Awh nevermind. Whom was calling him? "Eeek! Like oh my gawd Jacksunn!"

[/color] Happy much. The Slytherin boy quickly crawled out from under the bench, unfortunately hitting his head, but he didn't care at the moment. All he cared about was a certain Master Hurley. Whom Gerard was clinging onto at this very time. Hugging his very awesome manly friend :] Awwh.

"I've miiisssseeed you." His hair flopped over his eyes, as he released his matey from the huggles. Who couldn't love Jackikins? Tee hee - he could make up nicknames and all. Smart right. You just have to love the two of them. "How've you been Misturr? Anything good happen while i've been gone?"[/sup][/color][/font][/blockquote]

[heartsout]

Jackson continued to grip the edge of the bench, bright blue eyes staring down at the sleeping body of his friend. He'd missed him to bits. Gerard, like so many of his very best friends had just disappeared without reason. Well, none they thought to tell him. Which, later he was going to force out of Mister Turner. But now, he was going to attack him with hugs.

Erm well, get attacked in return.

As the boy climbed out from under the bench, he giggled as he hit head head. Only because it was amusing to watch people hurt themselves. Giggling a little bit, and his face lit up like a Christmas tree, he said very brightly, "Good morning sunshine!" He thought it was rather strange to fall asleep under a bench. What a weird place. On the bench would have been more comfortable. But Jackson wasn't going to question the sanity of Gerard today.

Grinning, he hugged the little first year back. "I missed you too, Mistuhh Duckie Boy." That's what the seventh year had chosen to call Gerard when he first met him, because he found it more entertaining than just plain old Gerard. If he could, he would change his name to Microwave. Okay well, no... But maybe change his middle name to that. [: Being released, he plopped onto the bench all Indian style and wrinkled his nose.

"Good? Um... uh... Not really. My sister came here," he said with a shrug. Nothing had happened. Well, nothing good. "Now, where have you been Mistuhh Turner? You have some explaining to do."