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EASTON LAZAROS DOMENICALI FOR SQUISHY! OUTFIT NOTES: I lahv you! TEMPLATE BY HAYANA OF CAUTION 2.0 CAUSE I'M DEAD ALONE IN MY ROOM    *     IN MY HEAD •  The morning started off as usual for Easton.  He climbed out of his bed while texting his beautiful girlfriend goodmorning, then began getting dressed for school.  He walked in to his closet and picked out a dark salmon undershirt, a thin blue and white dotted button up to layer the look, and then comfortable khaki shorts to finish the look.  Despite the immense collection of brand new shoes bordering the floors of his closet, he put on a beat up pair of black vans that put off the look ever so slightly.  After making sure his hair was presentable, teeth were brushed, and his backpack was on, Easton made his way out of his bedroom and down the stairs to a large front hallway.  After visiting the kitchen to make his protein shake, he searched through the living room and master bedroom for his father.  "Gone again, I guess." He sighed out, turning and closing the door to the empty room.  The house, as usual, felt very big and very lonely now that his dad was gone.  Even though they weren't as close as they used to be, it still felt nice when someone was at least here with him.  Easton grabbed the key to his Ducati Panigale and took off for school. •  In a slightly off-put mood since finding out that his dad would be gone for the next few days, Easton didn't talk that much to Amanda when they sat in English together for first period.  He didn't want to be mean to her though, this was the girl of his dreams, after all... even if he didn't show it all the time.  Easton was always trying his best to be the guy that she needed.  Eight months of ups and downs, more ups than downs though.  He could not be more happy.  So why was he always pushing her away with his fucked up attitude?  Once the bell rang for second period, Easton stood up with Amanda and took her hand immediately.  It was one of the best feelings in the world, knowing that he wasn't alone anymore when she was with him.  Sadly though, second period meant he was off to Calculus, and she would be sitting in Space Science class.  As they walked, Easton was still silent.  He stared at her thoughtfully, always amazed by her beauty.  There were many times that he wanted to tell Amanda that he loved her, but no moment ever felt right.  And what if she didn't feel the same way? •  As Easton made their way down the hallway, people respectfully gave him and his girlfriend a good distance.  He was known to have a big temper and an even greater fighting ability.  MMA and boxing were always his favorite after school activities.  Usually the loneliness drove him out of his out house and into the ring.  Amanda's classroom was nearing closer with each step and he dreaded letting go of her hand.  "I'm really sorry that I've been so quiet today, Amanda.  I just woke up in a shitty mood today." He said quietly to her, squeezing her hand gently.  Before she had time to reply though, a hand gripped Easton's shoulder.  Easton turned sharply, letting go of Amanda's hand and putting his arm up in front of her to instinctively move her behind him and away. • "Hey buddy, scare ya?"  said Jesse, one of Easton's buddies.  Easton shook his head and turned back to Amanda.  "Go, I'll talk to you later." he said before giving her a quick kiss on the lips.  With that said, he turned back to his friend who was now joined by Eric and CJ.  "Party tonight, you in?"  Jesse asked.  Easton looked over his shoulder to see that Amanda was walking safely through the doorway and into her class.  Turning back to his friends, he said, "Yeah, sure.  Just text me the details later and I'll show up.  You better supply this time, though."  The four of them exchanged goodbyes and Easton moved on to head towards Calculus.  He made one last glance over his shoulder to the room that Amanda was in, hoping that she wouldn't be upset that he wasn't talking much this morning.  Easton's brown eyes narrowed as he watched CJ walk into the classroom.  Although he wanted to worry and get jealous, Easton knew that CJ focused too much on classwork to ever bother talking to anyone.  Easton made it to Calculus in time for the late bell and waited patiently for the bell to ring so that he could meet up with his beautiful girlfriend once again.

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As usual, the morning started with a migraine. For me, that is. My mother was doing one of her screaming episodes, and I didn't have time for it. She startled me awake by screaming at 5:30, an hour before I was supposed to be awake. I was not impressed and I let her know. Grumbling to myself, I climbed out of bed and grabbed my makeup bag, my clothes, my shoes, and my towel, glaring at her as I passed her in the hallway before slamming the bathroom door, my anger bubbling beneath the surface. I turned the water on, letting it get hot as I undressed, watching as it steamed up the mirrors and steam hung in the air before I finally got in. I let the water pound on my body as it massaged my sore muscles. Swimming was really taking a beating out of me, and I wasn't sure if I enjoyed it or hated it. Maybe a bit of both? After about thirty minutes, I finally stepped out of the shower, shut off the water, and dried myself off before lathering myself up in lotion. Hey, I had to smell good for my boyfriend, right?Grinning at the thought of him, I pulled on my clothes, which consisted of tight leggings, expensive ones that were gifted to me by one of my mother's more rich exes, an orange tanktop, and my letterman jacket from swimming. To top the outfit off, I put on my necklace with an anchor on it, my little bow ring, and my bracelet that Easton got me that had a heart and an infinity symbol in the middle. Finishing with that, I quickly and hurriedly put my makeup on and dried my hair, putting my loose waves into a high ponytail. I loved my hair, but it was thick and long, and it made me too hot. I only wore it down if i had to. Exiting the bathroom, I dared into my room to grab my phone to respond to my gorgeous boyfriend's good morning text before stuffing it in my jacket pocket and slipping into the bathroom again. I brushed my teeth, rolled on some deodorant and then grabbed my books and stuff before finally leaving the house.

The walk to school didn't talk me long, and I was settled into my seat in English next to Easton half an hour before the bell rang. I greeted him with a soft kiss to the cheek and I straightened my stuff up on my desk. I noticed he wasn't very talkative, and while it hurt my feelings a bit, I kept silent, taking notes as the teacher wrote them on the board. My bracelet kept glinting in the lights that hung above us, and I smiled ever so softly, remembering the day he had gotten it for me. It was the day of our fourth anniversary, and we hadn't been expecting to get anyone anything. But, he presented me with a gift wrapped box, just prodding me to open it. Inside, was the bracelet. I chuckled to myself and got a slight scold from the teacher as she was 'interrupted' by my soft laugh. I rolled my emerald eyes and made a funny face at Easton as the bell rang. Standing, I grabbed my purse and slung it across my chest, my jacket placed back on my body. I grabbed my books, and felt Easton's hand immediately grab my own. I leaned against him gently, smiling happily, my head on his shoulder as we left the English room. It always felt good to be around him. I wasn't feeling like the offspring of a woman who was addicted to drugs, and I wasn't afraid of anything. I knew Easton would protect me in an instant if anything would arise, and I knew that he loved me, even if he hadn't said it yet. Of course I loved him. How couldn't I? He made me feel like I was the only girl in the world, and I loved that feeling. He looked at me like I was the only person he could ever see, and he treated me like a princess.

Knowing the other students in the hallway wanted to give us our space made me feel warm, but slightly confused. Were they scared of Easton? I knew he had a quick temper and a great fighting ability, but that was no reason to be scared of him. You just had to be... Careful, I guess. There were moments I said something wrong and accidentally angered him. But, once I had explained myself, he quickly calmed down and enveloped me in a hug. Those moments always made me feel loved, and cherished. I enjoyed those small moments. My mother... Well, she wasn't one to express worry or comfort to me, and I didn't know who my father was. I groaned softly as I saw my next class get closer and closer with each step, and I gripped his hand slightly tighter. I didn't want to let go. He was my everything, my world. It was hard being away from him. He started speaking, and I lifted my head off his shoulder to look at him. Part of me hated his father for abandoning his son every month without an explanation, but part of me understood that it was to help pay for the comforts they both had. Me, I had to work to get the little money I earned from my swimming. Before I was able to reply, though, a hand gripped Easton's shoulder, and a soft gasp left my mouth as he let go of my hand and pushed me behind him as he was ready to fight the person who touched him. Thankfully, it was one of his friends.

Jesse asked Easton if he had scared him, and I balled my hands into fists against my boyfriend's back, glaring at Jesse from where I stood. I wasn't a fan of him, but I couldn't tell Easton who he was and wasn't allowed to hang out with. It was rude. "I'll see you in history." He pressed his lips against my own, and I had to restrain myself from molding myself against him and deepening the kiss. I rolled my eyes teasingly at him as I walked away, my high heel-clad feet clicking against the tile floor beneath me. While I enjoyed my classes, I didn't like how I was separated from Easton for more than a couple hours. At least we started and ended the day together, that's what really mattered to me. I placed my books on my desk at the front of the classroom and stood next to it, stretching as Easton walked by. I grinned and winked at him, happy to see him, even if he was walking away. While I was a tad upset he wasn't talking, I assumed it was because his dad left for a couple days. I hated when his dad left him without telling his son where he was going, but I understood why. The late bell rung and I settled into my seat as the teacher walked into the room and began the slideshow for the notes. I pulled out a pen and opened my notebook, writing what was on the screen. It was annoying, these notes, but it helped me remember everything.


notes?! her outfit for the day also, I love you too!

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EASTON LAZAROS DOMENICALI FOR SQUISHY! OUTFIT NOTES: ♥ TEMPLATE BY HAYANA OF CAUTION 2.0 CAUSE I'M DEAD ALONE IN MY ROOM    *     IN MY HEAD •  When the bell for third period finally rang out through the school, Easton was the first one up and out of the door.  He made his way through the halls and back to where Amanda's classroom was.  Once there, he found Amanda out of the doorway.  While walking up to take her hand, Easton's eyes focused behind her at CJ walking out of the class.  Whereas Amanda turned right out of the doorway, CJ was turning left, but not before casting a longing look to Amanda.  Instant rage flashed through Easton as he caught the look that his girlfriend didn't see.  Grey eyes clashed with brown for a split moment before Easton turned his attention back to Amanda and grabbed her face gently within his hands to give her a passionate kiss.  When Easton pulled away, he took her hand and cast a glare at CJ's backside before continuing down the hallway towards Amanda's next classroom.  It was math for her and Italian for Easton. •  People always asked Easton why he studied so hard in his Italian language class, but he never truly answered.  The most common answer he gave out was something along the lines of 'when I go on vacation to Italy, it's easier to communicate'.  There was a sad truth behind the intense studies of Easton trying to speak the most basic words fluently.  His father's home-land was Italy, along with all of his family.  The only approval that Easton got from his dad was when he started speaking Italian to him, or showing him how well he excelled at the class.  Easton realized that he was being silent while walking down the hallway with Amanda again.  It was too late though, for chit chat, since her classroom was already in front of them.  He sighed quietly and kissed her on the forehead before letting go of her hand and going to find his own classroom.  Third period came and went quickly, and now it was finally time for History when Easton could sit by his beautiful girlfriend once more.   •  Easton sat down at his desk in the back of the classroom as usual, watching the other students file in before his girlfriend.  CJ came through the doorway and avoided Easton's stone cold glare as he sat in the very front desk.  'Here comes lover girl.' said Jesse, sitting next to Easton.  Sure enough, Amanda was already walking in a heading to her seat.  His body posture instantly relaxed as he gazed upon her.  She always dressed so nice, and looked beautiful in every single way.  Easton's brown eyes caught the glimmer of the familiar bracelet around her wrist.  He remembered how nervous he was picking out that gift to her.  It was a thrilling experience to watch her eyes light up when she saw it and put it on.  Spoiling her was perhaps one of his favorite activities.  She deserved every bit of it.  Once she sat down, he leaned over to her to whisper in her ear, "You are absolutely gorgeous, babygirl."  He leaned back with a cheeky smile and winked to her before turning his attention to the teacher that was now beginning the lecture. •  Halfway through class, Jesse leaned over to show his phone to Easton.  A text was shown on the screen, reading 'fight tonight, my guy versus yours.?'  The message sent a wild, hungry thrill in Easton's whole body.  He balled his fists up, feeling the tight, healing skin across his knuckles.  It had been about a week since his last street fight and his body was aching for another round.  When he looked up to meet Jesse's eyes that awaited the expected nod, Easton stopped for just a moment to think about Amanda.  His heart dropped when he thought about how she would feel if she found out that he was doing illegal fighting.  Jesse impatiently raised his eyebrows at his friend, but Easton slowly shook his head and looked straight ahead again.  It would have to be another night. •  Before he knew it, the bell was already ringing to move on to fifth period.  His anger for today could finally be let out during Wrestling practice.  Jesse was feeling the tension too.  He stood up and whacked Easton hard on the shoulder.  "Come on bitch, smooch your girl goodbye like it's the last on and meet me on the mat!" exclaimed Jesse, throwing a teasing wink at Amanda before going to mess with CJ in the hallway.  Easton chuckled softly and took his girlfriend's hand.  "He always get's so excited before practice, thinking that he's finally going to beat me this time.  But we both know better, right babe?" He said, casting a smirk down to Amanda as they made their way towards the athletic hallway.  They passed by the various gym's where all the other sports were held.  Swimming was outside, of course, and the doors to the wrestling gym were the last in the hall.  As they reached the doors, Easton stopped and pulled Amanda into his arms for a soft embrace.  "I'll see you at lunch, okay?  Have fun at swimming.  Show everyone who's the reigning champion!"  With that said, he kissed her softly on the lips and departed to the locker rooms. •  Wrestling, as usual, consisted on shit talking between Jesse, Easton, and Eric.  It was easy for Easton to take on his bestfriend, Jesse, since they were both in the same weight class.  Eric, on the other hand, was a good fifty pounds heavier than both of his friends, giving the guys a run for their money every time.   As the bell rang for lunch, Easton was already done showering and getting dressed.  He walked with Jesse and Eric to their usual table and awaited the arrival of Amanda.  "I'm telling you, Easton," said Eric, gently shaking Easton's shoulder as he spoke, "you need to gain more if you want to go up a weight class."  Easton rolled his shoulders and replied, "Yeah, trust me, I'm trying to.  I eat like five times a day."  Jesse and Easton both laughed, but Eric just shook his head and lowered his voice a little, "Look... it doesn't have to be natural.  I know this new string that's been created, and no one has a test for it yet.  Just give it a few months and gain."  Easton went back to eating and didn't reply, instead just mulling it over in his head.  He never wanted to do steroids, especially with Amanda in his life.  Speaking of his girlfriend, she had just arrived on scene.   •  When she sat down, Easton pulled out a small box of chocolate covered strawberries and slid it to her.  Spoiling her in small ways was also a favorite hobby of his.  Before Easton had a moment to say something, Jesse chimed in from across the table:  "Party tonight at my house, you down with us, homegirl?"

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the class seemed to drag on for me, and while I loved the class, teacher, and subject, it was definitely no fun without Easton's smartass remarks whispered under his breath. He definitely made classes enjoyable. Once the bell rang, I shut my notebook and closed my pen, sliding it into my purse. I picked up my books and sauntered out of the classroom, nearly running into Easton as I did so. I smiled brightly at him, taking his hand immediately. His presence always made me feel better, and I couldn't get him out of my head. He was like my own personal drug, and I cherished him completely. He was my first thought when I woke up and my last when I went to bed. My emerald green optics roamed the hallway, trying to remember the faces I would never see again when I graduated the following year. I was a little shocked when Easton turned back to me, grabbed my face gently and pressed his lips to mine in a passionate kiss. He wasn't like this during the day at school, so it surprised me quite a bit. When he pulled away, it took a moment to catch my breath, and when I finally did, I looked into Easton's eyes and smiled brightly, my heart racing away in my chest. After nearly eight months... I couldn't believe the effect he still had on me. Easton took my hand again and escorted me to my next class.

At this point, I was used to his silent ways whenever his dad left the country. It didn't bother me so much anymore, not since we had a heart-to-heart about it during the second month of our relationship. That conversation had actually made me cry. It was the first time anyone had ever seen me break into tears, and I'm just glad it was Easton that saw it first. He had instantly calmed me down by wrapping himself around me, his hands pressed against my back and rubbing against my hair. It was a huge relief to just know he was there for me whenever I needed him. I knew all the struggles he had with his father, and I was always supportive. Or, I tried to be. I didn't understand what it was like to have a parent that had standards you were expected to live up to. My mother couldn't give a shit about what I did, she was so strung out all the time. But, I always competed with CJ for top grades, so I had my own standards and expectations to live up to. Little did Easton know that, when I wasn't with him, I was teaching myself Gaelic and German, wanting to get in touch with whatever foreign language sounded interesting to me. It was just something to do in my free time when I wasn't swimming or hanging out with him. I was usually at the library, where I got stared at all the time by Easton's best friend, but I never brought it up because I didn't want a fight to ensue between the two of them. They'd been together forever. I turned to Easton when we'd reached my classroom, and I gave him a soft kiss, smiling softly at him as I squeezed his fingers and departed from him into math. I hated being away from him, and I knew he hated being away from me. As usual, math drug on, but I was able to finish what was supposed to be homework, so I just went ahead and turned it in. It wasn't hard, just little things to help us with the ACT when we eventually took it.

I took my time heading to history, since I wasn't really in any big hurry to sit in what seemed like the longest class of the day. But, then I remembered that I got to sit next to the most beautiful guy in the world, and I picked up the pace a little. Everyone moved out of my way as I passed, and I frowned lightly, wondering why. It's not like I was going to snap at them and demand them to move, like I was some kind of royalty. I was nothing of the sort, not even close. As I walked into the classroom and spotted Easton, my features lightened up, and my pace quickened, my heart set on being next to him as quickly as I could. As I sat down beside him, I instinctively moved my desk closer, much to the chagrin of the teacher, but she allowed it, knowing I wouldn't move it back to where it was supposed to be. I took Easton's hand in mine for a moment and squeezed it, letting him know I was always going to be here. I looked down at the bracelet and I smiled before looking back up at him. It was my most prized possession, but I was sad to say that it was wearing a bit thin. I wore it every day and only took it off to shower, swim, and sleep. It was so incredibly special to me that, when it did indeed break, I might just bust into tears. It meant so much to me. It was a symbol of our love for each other, and how we would always be together. Easton complimented me, and I blushed softly, pressing a kiss to his cheek. "You look pretty hot too, baby." I knew Jesse heard my words, but I didn't care. I loved Easton, but I was afraid of telling him those words, because what if he didn't feel the same? I would have embarrassed myself in the worst way possible.

I was so busy copying notes down and working on our assignment when Jesse leaned over to Easton to show him a text. I wasn't dumb. I knew Easton was fighting, but I didn't know what kind of fighting. It bothered me a little because he lied to me about it, but I wasn't going to stop him. That wasn't my duty as his girlfriend. My duty was to love him, support him, and be there for him. Though, I think that last one was still considered support. I opened my rarely used textbook and started skimming the chapter for the answers to the questions on the packet, and I was so focused on reading the book that I didn't even see the exchange between the two friends. Even if I did, I wasn't going to bring the hammer down on the two of them. That just wasn't who I was as a person. I was understanding, loving, trusting, and best of all, I didn't judge, even if I didn't know you. I was friendly toward everyone, even if someone hated me. Drove them crazy, but it was just who I was.

Closing my textbook and sighing in slight irritation, I pushed my desk to where it was supposed to be, and stood, gathering my stuff before looking at Easton. I hadn't been able to finish my assignment, but I knew he would want to copy down my answers, so I assumed we could finish it later in our last class together, seeing as we didn't really have homework and we usually finished half an hour early every day anyway. As Jesse teased Easton, I made a face and stuck my tongue out at him, laughing as he winked at me. I knew what Jesse and I had going between us was never going to go any farther than just friends, and Easton understood and accepted it, especially after I had promised him that no one would have my heart like he did. As Easton teased me about Jesse thinking he was going to win in practice today, I shrugged my shoulder nonchalantly and grinned slyly. "I don't know, love. It seems like he might be finally getting the upper hand on you." I winked playfully at Easton and chuckled as we headed down the hallway, past all the other gyms that were built specifically for the other sports. Teasing Easton about his rivalry with Jesse was always fun to do, especially since I knew it always riled my boy up. We had finally reached the end of the hallway, where Easton would go into the gym for wrestling, and I would go outside for swimming. He took me into his arms softly, and I snuggled my face into his shoulder, wrapping my arms tightly around him. I loved being in his embrace. It made me feel warm, safe, loved. I hated letting go, but I knew I had to. I looked at him sadly, forcing a smile and laugh when he said to show everyone who the reining champ was. I pressed a soft kiss against his lips in response to his own kiss. "You know I always do, babe. Have fun in there. Don't get hurt." He still thought that I thought his knuckle wounds were from wrestling. I stood outside the gym until he was safely inside before I departed to the swimming pool, the motivation suddenly gone from my body. He always had this effect on me.

Swimming practice went the same, just as it did every day. Except... I nearly lost the anchor position to my most heated rival. I was too busy thinking about Easton and what would happen to us if anything ever happened when I got the feeling someone was creeping up on the outside of me. I had ground my teeth together and put on the most explosive burst of speed I had ever felt in my life. When I popped up from under the water, I was shocked, bewildered. Emily just glared at me, pissed that she had yet again lost the anchor position to me. I was the state's best swimmer, and there was no way in hell I'd let that go. She was crazy if she thought that. I had finally dried of all the way and had pulled my damp hair back into a ponytail when the bell rang for lunch. I cursed lowly to myself and slipped on my purse, and then my letterman jacket before I slammed my locker, my jewelry in the front pocket of my purse. As I strode toward the cafeteria, I worked on putting the bracelet back on my wrist. The necklace and ring weren't as important as the bracelet, so I just left them in my purse. I grabbed my usual lunch - a salad with a water bottle - and took my seat next to Easton, my left leg wrapped around his right one. I had spent so much time in line, trying to decide what to get, if I should have changed up my routine, that I had missed Eric trying to convince Easton to use steroids. Oh, no. He definitely did not want to use that drug. It's what got my mother first addicted, and I would not let someone I love become another victim to drugs. In my mind, he didn't need to gain weight. I didn't want him to lose those spectacular abs that I loved and cherished so much.

As I sat down, Easton slid over a box of chocolate colored strawberries, and I blushed as I looked at him, smiling softly, wrinkling my nose as I did so. But, like usual, before either of us got to say something, we were interrupted, and my gaze shifted to Jesse as he asked me if I was going to a party. "Well, I was going to stay at home, finish my homework, and work on learning more German, but yeah, I'm down for a party." After what happened in swimming practice, I needed a good time to help calm down.

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