WRIGHT, dane taegan

[dane wright.]

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DANE TAEGAN WRIGHT.

eighteen , university , determined

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yo, yo, yo! the name is aubray and i'm living life as a FE-MALE. i haven't really been on this planet for far too long since i'm only seventeen. for jesus is my homie of that time i've spent it doing this. i've totally read the rules, too. or else i wouldn't know that keep spinning in circles

[/color]. i'm a chill person, so you can reach me through PM?!?![/color]. now, on to that sexy beast up top!

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HELLO! LET'S START OUT WITH SOMETHING EASY. WHAT WAS THE NAME GIVEN TO YOUR PRETTY FACE?

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my name isn't exactly the most normal out there. well my mother is of native american descent while my father is greek, hungarian, and british. thanks to my mother's heritage she chose both my first and middle name, my father standing idly by doing nothing as usual. josephine named her second son(me) dane taegan(tay-gan) wright from pure creativity. to tell you the truth, i actually like my name, i haven't met one another dane yet in my life. that's pretty cool, i guess.

WHEN AND WHERE WERE YOU BORN? DO YOU HAPPEN TO KNOW ANYTHING INTERESTING ABOUT IT?

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my birthday is on june 5th, and i'm currently eighteen years old. a legal eagle, thank god. my father always like to tell me about my birth, and how great it was for him, but in all reality it was only good for him because it was another boy besides my brother to turn the company to. its all bullshxt, that's why you were glad to have a son? not just because you wanted to teach something to? eh, why would i want to learn from him anyways. but yeah according to my mother i almost was born in a taxi cab, seeing as i just 'couldn't wait to come out'. thanks mom for that awesome information.

YOU KNOW I HAVE TO ASK THIS.. WHICH WAY DO YOU SWING? MEN, WOMEN?... MAYBE BOTH?

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straight, thanks.

MOVING ON TO SOMETHING MORE COMFORTABLE.. WHAT WOULD I HAVE TO DO TO SEE YOU SMILE?

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i love people that can make me laugh, learning about other people, dates, classy women, ufc, brunettes, college sports games, football, making people smile, his mother’s cooking, road trips, dogs that people think are purse accessories, high maintenance girls, classic novels, traveling, parties, anything will ferrell, almost all kinds of music, the beach, baseball, laying around, exercising, soccer, thunderstorms, comedy, philosophy, pranks, wipe-outs, youtube videos

NOW, WHAT EXACTLY WOULD I HAVE TO DO TO GET YOU PISSED AND UPSET? NOT THAT I PLAN ON IT.

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i don't like nagginging people, slutty girls, the boston red sox, chick flicks, excess drinking, the idea of becoming his father, girls crying, being in the same place for too long, losing, people who take things to seriously, being weak, being made fun of, country, being judged

WHAT DO YOU WANT TO DO WITH YOURSELF? YOU KNOW, THOSE THINGS CALLED 'GOALS'?

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right now i'm still in college, prepping for med school since i plan on being a pediatrician. for as long as i can remember i've been pretty good with kids, and anything in the medical field is the way to go now-a-days so that's the route i'm taking. i'm certainly not going to run my father's company that's for sure, i don't want anything to do with it, and that's something i'm trying to prove. i don't want to have to lean on that, only if times are dire. i want to show my so-called father that i don't need it to get by, and that i can be just as successful as he was without it. soon after i finish med school, i want to be set for life you know? i want to get all of that in order first and foremost.

HOW IS YOUR LOVE-LIFE RUNNING? I'M ALWAYS DOWN FOR SPICING IT UP....

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i most definitely am girls kind of guy. i know i'm focused on getting set in my career and stuff but i'm still in college and i'm going to enjoy it which obviously entails women to be involved. i've had girlfriends here and there, but nothing too big and dynamic. i was one of those ugly ducklings when i was a kid. i was just really dorky, and everything, but after my ninth grade year was my "transformation" where my growth spurt kicked in. my acne started to subside, i got contacts, took some care in my hair and clothes, and started going to the gym, and playing more sports. since then its been a lot easier to attract attention. i lost my virginity in my junior year and it was typical. with my then girlfriend at a party, but it was in a pool rather than a bedroom or anything. that was interesting.

i'm not the type of guy exactly to sleep around, but i've had and will still have my share of hook-ups here and there. i'm not really looking specifically for a girlfriend, but the eyes are always open. you never know when she can walk into your life, you know?

NOW TELL ME ABOUT THAT FAMILY OF YOURS. HOW WELL DO THINGS RUN THERE? IS IT JUICY?

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my mom moro is a complete sweetheart down to the core. she's forty-four, and a teacher at a local high school. she takes care of her family, she's very family-oriented. i would do anything for her to be happy. my father's a forty-six year old dickwad -pardon the language. he's the one who took the oil company on after my grandfather nikolai had it. its been in our family for years. he skipped over giving the company to my older brother justin because he didn't think that he was suited for it. bullshit, justin's twenty-six now and completely cleaning up his life. he's suited for it, especially since he's the nuisance that he used to be. i love my brother, he's a good guy, but like me he's against my father. we wouldn't take the company over unless it was dire straits. as for my sister aurelia, she's sixteen and still in high school. she's a sweet girl really, i love the kid. pets, well we used to have one dog, nanook, but he passed away. my mom gave me our dog, bandit, a german shepard to take with my to my apartment. he's still just a pup though.

LAST BUT NOT LEAST, ANY SECRETS YOU WANT TO SHARE WITH ME? MY LIPS ARE SEALED.

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if my mother really knew all the things my father does, she'd be heartbroken. she knows he cheats, she knows that he's not always away on business, but the only reason i know is that from age sixteen on up, i've been checking his records. it pisses me off to no end all of the things he does, and how my mother just stands for it. she shouldn't, and one day i swear when he hurts her or if she finds out, i may not be able to control myself. i know for a fact that he has another woman, she lives in the hamptons, and has a son. that me and aurelia have a half brother, its not the poor kid's fault but i can't stand for my father's disregard. i know that one day if something goes down, i won't be able to control my anger.

when i was seventeen, and went against my father when i found out everything i'd punched him. he'd called the police and pressed charges and i was arrested for assault. i couldn't believe he did that, but then again. he's my father, and unlike a good one, i wouldn't put it against him to do something like that.

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Sensations often came in many different variations, of this Norah was knowledgeable, but in this case, experience held no justice. More than half the time she'd been sitting here, her heart had been pathetically trying to jut itself from within her restricting chest cavity, to escape for the euphoria of the pleasant cafe air. Their hands connected together produced none other than a feeling of fire and ice colliding for the burn of their skin touching and the ice of them sticking together in perfect harmony. It was wrong in so many ways, but right in so many others. A feeling that couldn't be conveyed with all the words in a book, or the shots of a movie, something you just had to experience to know. It was poetic really, but complex to understand. Norah's mind was caught in a tassle of strings, each having a different importance, and only getting caught together more as she struggled to make some sense of them, and keep them orderly. But there was no such luck for her. She wasn't about to tell him to shut up, but Elliot's nicely uttered words only set her mind in a further tangle. She was making it worse for herself as well as their fingers played in a choreographed dance, each doing their part simultaneously with movements enough to make the other's heartbeat try for a triathlon. Norah noted the softness of the skin of his hand as her thumb lightly grazed the organ, tracing the neat patterns of a circle along the skin. As he spoke, her eyes took in his wonderfully sculpted features. The soft skin of his hand stretched along his frame, reaching his face with a few dark brown birthmarks here and there which added character to him. His almond shaped eyes that held within the warm orbs that penetrated her so. And he didn't have a girlfriend why??? Norah was sure that would've made things a lot easier to deal with... or rather harder.

Throughout their conversation, Norah could feel Elliot's hand clench hers at moments of climax, but then loosen in the slightest, though in no way releasing their hold on her own fingers. If this were any other day, she wouldn't have run into Elliot at all, in fact, the only time she would've seen him would've been at someone's house party, or by chance a local club where they would've greeted each other, had a drink, caught up with one another, and maybe move onto the dance floor where they would press against one another in ways that would make Aiden mad. But hey, it was only a dance right? This was different. Different in a way that was making Norah believe that meeting up at the club, going to casually hang out, or have her drag him shopping like her slave, many time she had done that before. Who would've thought that a simple club meeting, and maybe a little promiscuous movement would be idly preferred over a conversation at the coffee shop? Certainly not Norah, but as she sat here, thoughts of Aiden filled her head. He wouldn't be very please to see this, Norah's hand running comfortingly over Elliot's own hand and wrist, the action being warmly reciprocated on her own. Not one bit, he wouldn't. But Norah couldn't deny that she was pleasantly surprised with Elliot today, the information that he was sharing, how caring he was turning out to be, it was so un-Elliot, a different side of him that she was feeling extremely privileged to be able to see. She had a feeling not many people were given the opportunity. As she apologized, she felt that she must've disturbed him a bit, but wanted to question why. He straightened up in his seat, his spine straightening, and a sigh releasing from his lungs as his fingers loosened themselves from within hers as if he were trying not to be seen like this. But she remained where she was, her eyes inspecting him, as her hand roamed around his wrist once more. Norah watched, satisfied as he slumped lower into the seat, she could feel his fingers tighten within her own, and his spare hand began to roam along her own forearm, his larger fingers tracing shaped along her hand as she'd been doing before. She could feel her breath idle in her throat, and she struggled to encase the feelings she were having into the pit of her stomach. With a hard blink of her eyes towards the table she made her suggestion,; to rekindle his connection with his sister and nephew. If they were such a big part of his life, then why would he not try anything to have them back? This confused her, and her puzzle expression began to show as he explained why, ” it’s … it’s not like that, though, norah. i drove her away, it was my mistake that drove her away. however much i appreciate it, i don’t deserve your sympathy” he was being too hard on himself, of this Norah was positive. She'd been there, where he had been when he'd lost them, uncontrolled, and alone. Norah was aware of the angered tone in Elliot's voice though it was low, and barely there. She didn't mean to anger him, ” if i went to find her, i’d just get even more disappointed, because she wouldn’t want to see me. i can’t do that to her and aiden” she watched sadly, as Elliot's head dropped, and his fingers stopped their motion along her skin. Her heart wrenched in her chest at him feelings. Did he really think that? Georgia was family, and Aiden was undoubtedly an object of his affection, by seeing the new person Elliot was, Norah had no doubt that she would want Elliot back in her son's life. She wanted so badly to speak, to encourage him more, but by her earlier words she know that she had frustrated him, and she was afraid that with any other words of encouragement would only aggravate him more. She didn't want that in the slightest.

Leaning over the table a bit more, Norah didn't focus on the proximity they were caught in, but more that they were on the same level. She removed her hand from his wrist, and took the liberty of reaching over and placing her hand beneath his chin and guiding it upwards to face her before laying it down on the table. Her eyes jutted into his, emerald to his auburn, each color sweeping through the other cleanly picking up any place they'd never roamed, "elliot, she's your sister. she loves you, she knows how great you are, and she knows how much you love aiden. she'd want to see you, i'd even go as far as to bet that she worries about how you are everyday. maybe she's just afraid. i know exactly where you are, elliot. how you're feeling. i was there," pulling her head back just a bit, she looked down to their entwined hands over the light wood of the table as her mind flashed horrible images of her when she'd first come to Palm Beach, how she'd acted. She swallowed a bit, before opening her mouth to speak, "when i'd first come to palm beach after my father died, i didn't know how to handle anything. i wanted to get away from it all, and so....i turned to parties, and all the alcohol. i brought boys home at late hours of the night with no consent to aaron and how he would take it. i was horrible. and over time i realized just how horrible i'd become. i got brought home in a cop car. i'd never thought of how my father would feel if he saw me. how right my mother would feel if she saw me, like she'd been right for leaving me, but i opened up to aaron, and things just changed from there you know?" Norah's eyes flickered from the table softly up to Elliot's eyes again, as she placed the free hand she had back over their tangled ones, "i swear, you'll feel so much better if you go to her. tell her, and show her how you've changed, and how much you miss them. she can't deny you, you're family," Norah looked into his eyes deeper, trying to convey just how right she could be about this. he'd gain so much more, and she'd wanted him to be happy more than anything right now.

Norah gave his hands a soft squeeze and a hopeful look before she sat back in her chair a bit, and looked over and out the window, the cars passing by, and the people going about. She sighed, and before turning back to Elliot. She knew the mood had taken a deeper turn, and she wanted to brighten things up a bit. Slinging her bag on her shoulder softly, Norah cleared her throat, turning herself back to face Elliot, she threw on a smile, leaning her elbows on the table hopefully giving Elliot a look that she couldn't refuse, "what do you say we go do something a bit more upbeat hmm?" giving his hands yet another gentle squeeze before she grabbed her coffee and stood up, her grip not releasing his fingers just yet. Moving over to stand a bit in front of his seat, she attempted to pull him from the chair he was sitting in. Once he arose to his feet, she smile before dragging him out of the coffee shop, and out to the street releasing his hand once they got to the sidewalk where they'd bumped into each other not too long ago. Turning to him, Norah raised her eyebrows, "Destinations, pick one, let's go," she spoke quickly as she looked up to him. Her cellphone began to vibrate within her purse continually. She hoped that Elliot couldn't hear it and notice her blatantly ignoring it. She didn't feel like having any kind of interruptions right now. Whatever it was would have to wait til later.

THIS APPLICATION WAS MADE BY STEFF. HOLLA!

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