AvaRedux44
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OOC: This is my first post here, so if I'm supposed to be doing something different, let me know. Read through the prompt. If you like it, if you're interested, if you're capable of lengthy detailed posts, if you can wow me with immense creativity, if you can make my toes curl with some intense description, or if you really just want to talk specifics, PM me. We can chat. 
There are a few different roles that could be played. For simplicity's sake, I'm hoping to find one talented and descriptive guy to play both Dylan and your own character.
You and my son, Dylan, have been friends for a long time. Growing up only a street apart, bikes were ridden back and forth for years. Many sleepovers were had. From elementary school on, you and Dylan were practically inseparable.
At least, that's what Dylan tells me. What I didn't know is that during one sleepover, Dylan caught you peeping on me in the shower. Needless to say, you weren't invited back to the house. The friendship definitely didn't last. That was in 7th grade and now you're both seniors. In that time, you've grown into one of the most popular guys in school. You were a star athlete, joined plenty of clubs, and had your choice of nearly any girl you wanted. There were even rumors of you managing to bed some of the teachers. Needless to say, you were considered quite the Casanova.
Dylan, on the other hand, was the opposite. He was a recluse. Didn't have many friends and the ones he did have were online since he spent most of his days on the computer. When I would question him about his friends, he would tell me that he still spent plenty of time with you and some other guys that you both used to hang out with. However, most of those people, yourself included, now bullied Dylan somewhat regularly. At school, you would brag about the time you saw me in the shower or all of the times you saw me in a bikini, talking about all the things you would do to me given the chance. Dylan obviously didn't appreciate you and other guys using his attractive family as ammunition, but knew that any sort of confrontation would be a losing one. He simply did his best to ignore it.
With the start of the summer approaching, we were trying to plan our annual camping trip. However, when Dylan's older brother couldn't make it, Dylan refused to go since he would be the only guy on the trip. I told him that he could invite one of his friends instead, unaware that the friends I named off were now his tormentors. Dylan lied saying he'd ask with no intention of actually doing so.
With the whole camping trip in purgatory due to Dylan's refusal to go, a solution happened to present itself. I ran into you at a gas station after school. One thing came to another and without thinking, I invited you to come camping.
It wasn't hard for you to figure out that Dylan had been telling a few white lies. I referred to you as Dylan's friend, so it was apparent that I was clueless as to what the real nature of your relationship had become. You saw a golden opportunity: A long extended trip with plenty of access to Dylan's family and plenty of chances to torment Dylan in the process. Putting on your most friendly attitude, you accepted the invitation, looking forward to the outing.
OOC: There are some details to iron out and we can accomplish that through PMs before this actually gets started. Then again, I've never done this before, so what do I know?
There are a few different roles that could be played. For simplicity's sake, I'm hoping to find one talented and descriptive guy to play both Dylan and your own character.
You and my son, Dylan, have been friends for a long time. Growing up only a street apart, bikes were ridden back and forth for years. Many sleepovers were had. From elementary school on, you and Dylan were practically inseparable.
At least, that's what Dylan tells me. What I didn't know is that during one sleepover, Dylan caught you peeping on me in the shower. Needless to say, you weren't invited back to the house. The friendship definitely didn't last. That was in 7th grade and now you're both seniors. In that time, you've grown into one of the most popular guys in school. You were a star athlete, joined plenty of clubs, and had your choice of nearly any girl you wanted. There were even rumors of you managing to bed some of the teachers. Needless to say, you were considered quite the Casanova.
Dylan, on the other hand, was the opposite. He was a recluse. Didn't have many friends and the ones he did have were online since he spent most of his days on the computer. When I would question him about his friends, he would tell me that he still spent plenty of time with you and some other guys that you both used to hang out with. However, most of those people, yourself included, now bullied Dylan somewhat regularly. At school, you would brag about the time you saw me in the shower or all of the times you saw me in a bikini, talking about all the things you would do to me given the chance. Dylan obviously didn't appreciate you and other guys using his attractive family as ammunition, but knew that any sort of confrontation would be a losing one. He simply did his best to ignore it.
With the start of the summer approaching, we were trying to plan our annual camping trip. However, when Dylan's older brother couldn't make it, Dylan refused to go since he would be the only guy on the trip. I told him that he could invite one of his friends instead, unaware that the friends I named off were now his tormentors. Dylan lied saying he'd ask with no intention of actually doing so.
With the whole camping trip in purgatory due to Dylan's refusal to go, a solution happened to present itself. I ran into you at a gas station after school. One thing came to another and without thinking, I invited you to come camping.
It wasn't hard for you to figure out that Dylan had been telling a few white lies. I referred to you as Dylan's friend, so it was apparent that I was clueless as to what the real nature of your relationship had become. You saw a golden opportunity: A long extended trip with plenty of access to Dylan's family and plenty of chances to torment Dylan in the process. Putting on your most friendly attitude, you accepted the invitation, looking forward to the outing.
OOC: There are some details to iron out and we can accomplish that through PMs before this actually gets started. Then again, I've never done this before, so what do I know?