we can't lead the crowd - caleb

[VALENE RHIANNE SOUTHWAY]

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[/color] she said. I'll help him."[/color] The teacher smiled and Valene smiled wryly back. She walked to Caleb's work station, not sure how to approach him about this. When she got up to him she simply said, "Uhm, hey Caleb. You look like you could use a little help."[/color]
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TAGS: caleb -- WORDS: six two four
LYRICS:trade mistakes -panic! at the disco
NOTES: well hey 'dere :)
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[CALEB RYAN HERRINGTON]

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Caleb’s plan ever since junior year ended was to simply have most of his classes be electives and easy to a point where he could just cost by with the minimal amount of homework, exams, and everything else that was required. Because of his poor effort during his freshman and junior year, he couldn’t exactly request a half-day schedule because he needed a few classes to graduate. Although it frustrated him a little he just shrugged it off and let it be, no use crying over spilled milk now, right? When signing up for art Caleb just imagined he would have to draw a few pictures, paint some SIMPLE pictures and maybe even mess around with some clay.

What do I get? A teacher who wants her students to not only to paint a simple bowl of oranges, but it has to scream our name. What the f***?? He thought to himself as he looked at his colored in canvas leaving a space in the middle for the bowl and oranges, the most important part of the project. And I thought I was using way too many drugs Caleb continued thinking to himself. The only thing that came to Caleb’s mind when he thought about himself was sex, alcohol, weed, and women. It didn’t seem like he could incorporate much of those things into his painting and figure that the teacher would find it appropriate and give him a good grade. His lips formed a smirk when he thought that perhaps he could draw a weed bowl to hold the oranges, boy that would be an amusing look on the teachers face.

As amusing as it would be, Caleb didn’t want to get sent to the principal’s office for some stupid rule that was in the student handbook; he had his regular visits during junior year and couldn’t afford any more. He had one of his ear plugs in his ear attached to his iPod in his pocket and was gently tapping his foot to the beat of ‘Bounce’ by Timbaland. It was Wednesday, two days before the painting was due and he had absolutely no idea what he should do. A part of him would just draw a regular bowl with regular oranges and call it a day, but he knew he would lose stupid points over that. He sighed continuously tapping his foot looking around the classroom and then heard a voice on his left side.

Caleb turned his head to see that it was none other than Valene Southway, the pro of the class who never seems to break a sweat. As he heard her talk he couldn’t help but laugh a little at her observation. “I suck that bad that the teacher sent you over here instead of helping me herself huh?” he said slightly nodding letting it sink in, for once there was something Caleb wasn’t good at, it stung a little. “Well Val, let me be honest with you, I have no idea what the hell to paint because there is nothing about a bowl of oranges that screams my name, but please, by all means….take a seat” he said with a sly grin pulling a chair by her legs; this was going to take a while…..

[VALENE RHIANNE SOUTHWAY]

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[/color] Valene pointed at the girl subtlety so only Caleb could see. "She's probably one of the most devout Christians in our school. She has rays of light coming down from the bottom of her painting and the closer the oranges are to the light, the lighter orange or the more "pure" they are. That painting definitely "screams" her name. Or take mine for instance. You know me well enough to know that I usually end up being the opposite of what people expect. So because of that, I painted the oranges blue, because blue is the opposite color on the color wheel. It's simple changes or additions like those that's she looking for. And the painting doesn't necessarily have to symbolize something about your personality like mine does, you can have it symbolize something like a significant event in your life. Does that help at all?"[/color] Valene didn't realize how long her explanation was until after she finished. She hoped she hadn't just confused him even more.
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TAGS: caleb -- WORDS: six five three
LYRICS:trade mistakes -panic! at the disco
NOTES: so i sort of rambled a bit here and there... i was having a bit of a writer's block for this post -_-
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If Caleb had been helped for most of his childhood and early teen years, perhaps he would have been a much saner person. He would have been more prone to it and not see it as a sign of pity or bullshit. But the fact of the matter was that he wasn’t helped, at all, it was just the opposite. Caleb was always seen as a bad seed, but what they didn’t know is why. Countless foster parents never sat him down to try to get to know exactly who he was, what he liked, what he didn’t like, etc… They just adopted him and threw him in with the other kids acting as if he’d been with them since he was born, but that wasn’t the case. Caleb always wondered why exactly adults would adopt kids if they weren’t really going to treat them with sincere love and care.

And here was Valene, trying to help him with an art assignment he would have rather blew up in flames because that’s how irritated he was with the class. But Caleb could control his anger, now better than before, because before Caleb might have done just that and gotten suspended or expelled, depending on how much he can bullshit the principal, then sent to court again and perhaps this time actually be locked up. But no, he told the judge he would behave to avoid going behind bars, and Caleb was surprised that the judge signed off on it. He wouldn’t scare Valene off or anything, she didn’t deserve it, and seeing as how she wasn’t exactly mocking him, he would try to let her help him and hopefully get him to finish this obnoxious project.

He smirked a little as she tried to ‘make him feel better’ about the teacher sending her over. “I always thought football players were a bunch of bitches” he said with a slight laugh not doubting that they cried over something small like a project. He gently sighed as Val began to describe the project a lot better than the teacher and looked around as she was giving examples of other students’ paintings and explaining her own at the same time. Caleb could think of a few events in his life, like his abandonment by his parents as a newborn, but he wasn’t sure how to draw that or explain it, especially to Valene because he’s never told anyone, only his ex, who died about a year ago by a getaway car.

Caleb was lost in his thoughts as Valene explained the last part and when he realized there was no talking, he looked back up at her and nodded “that does help actually…..” he said with a slight nod rubbing his chin slightly before placing his hand back down on his knee. “You know, I think you could put our teacher out of a job, you’re clearly way better at it than she’ll ever be” he said with a slight laugh, honestly meaning it. “But just out of curiosity, what do you think would scream my name in this painting….” He asked trying to see what people thought about him whom he really didn’t talk to all that much...

[VALENE RHIANNE SOUTHWAY]

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[/color] she chuckled again.

Valene was taken aback by Caleb’s question. To be perfectly honest, Valene couldn't really get a good read on him. She knew what most of the student body knew about him. He was all about women, drugs and alcohol. That was pretty much it. It's not like Valene didn't want to know anything about him, it was that she just didn't know anything about him. However, being who she was, she could sense something behind the simplicity of living for those three things. Something that seemed dark, something he wanted to hide. What it was, however, was a complete mystery to her. But he wanted an honest answer, so she gave him one. “I’m not sure exactly… I’m sorry if I’m completely off, but I feel like the bowl and the area around the oranges should be sort of dark and a blur…”[/color] she trailed off for a moment to gather her thoughts, then continued. “Not to say you’re a dark person or anything, but I feel like there’s more to you than meets the eye. There’s something you don’t want the world to see. You want to hide it and you don’t want help or comfort… but at the same time… deep down you know that’s exactly what you need.” She let out a breath, hoping it didn’t seem like she was talking out her arse.
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TAGS: caleb -- WORDS: five fourty
LYRICS:trade mistakes -panic! at the disco
NOTES: AHHH! I'M SO SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG!! Stupid snow storm killing my power. :(
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Quitting was never a part of Caleb’s plans. He never thought a real man should quit anything, perhaps he couldn’t always ends things how he wanted, but he would always try to put up a fight to say he at least gave it a shot; This being the reason why he didn’t just tell the counselor to drop him from the class and put him somewhere else. Caleb never minded a challenge, even though the odds seemed against him, he would always just try his best because at the end of the day, if he’s the one that gives up, the only person that will be affected will be him and him alone. Caleb lips formed a smirk as she laughed at his comment about the jocks, because in reality Caleb didn’t have that much respect for them. Sure they could lift a few weights, tackle different men WITH special gear, and throw or kick a ball, but besides that, what was so special and ‘hardcore’ about jocks? Nothing, or so Caleb thought. As Caleb mentioned the jocks, he slightly noticed that Valene’s reaction kind of changed and she looked a little…..upset and he raised an eyebrow slightly as she grit her teeth.

“Did I say something to make you uncomfortable?” he asked unsure if he did or not, there were times where Caleb did put his foot in his mouth and he didn’t even know it so this time wouldn’t be the first. But Valene quickly changed her attitude and they were once again talking about the class and the teacher. At first, Caleb didn’t understand what Valene was really saying as she tried to explain the project, but when she told him it was as if he was telling his story, it began to click, and as if that wasn’t enough, Valene went out of her way to give Caleb examples. She’s really into this whole art thing he thought to himself as him and Valene exchanged tiffs about the teacher. Then Valene proceeded to lean in and whispered something in his ear, making Caleb lean in looking right at the teacher as Valene told him she had no future plans of taking the teacher’s job, but instead had better ones. He let out a smile as Valene clearly stated that the teacher’s job would be safe.

“Well it’s definitely good to be ambitious” he said lightly whispering back as he made direct eye contact with Valene before leaning back to his idle sitting position. Valene honestly told Caleb that his oranges should be dark and blurry, causing a slight laugh to come out of the boy’s lips, but that came next came completely from left field as Valene began to answer Caleb’s question, more in depth than he would have ever imagined. He asked her what she thought screamed his name just out of curiosity and in hopes of actually having an idea what to draw, but Valene definitely dug deep, so deep that it caused Caleb to rewind in his past as her words said the words ‘hide it’. Picturing his old days where he was drunk and high for most of the day, skipping school, running from the cops, stealing, and then Scarlett appeared in his thoughts. She was smiling at him, and then her smile turned into a frown as ambulance lights were beginning to fade her face away and Caleb looked at Valene puzzled at how she could have figured all of this.

She was right about the not wanting help or comfort, but he wasn’t sure if it was what he needed. He smiled a little as he opened his lips again “wow, well that’s definitely an interesting perspective you have” he said with a light laugh still in disbelief, not denying or confirming her thoughts. “But I guess if you think I should draw that, then the teacher might think the same thing, so dark and blurry oranges it is” he said with a nod and shrugged a little looking back at his empty painting…..

[VALENE RHIANNE SOUTHWAY]

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Valene blinked and shook her head as if she had just been snapped out of a trance… which she sort of did. She gave him a cheeky, embarrassed smile. “Oh! No... no, I’m sorry. You just reminded me of something. Or rather… someone.”[/color] she rolled her eyes as she said the last bit. "But, it's no big deal.

As Valene explained the assignment to him in as great and descriptive detail as possible, the back of her mind told her to put a lid on the descriptions. Valene could tell that Caleb wasn’t a too keen on this project and she didn’t want to bore him with a long description on someone else’s project which he couldn’t care less about. Thankfully though, Valene noticed that he didn’t seem bored and when he told her that she was doing a much better job at explaining than the teacher, she was relieved.

She leaned back with a small grin on her face. "I'd like to think so," she said, returning his eye contact. As Valene began to answer Caleb's question of what she thought would scream his name, she saw a slight laugh escape him. When she paused to gather her thoughts she gave him a, "should-I-just-shut-up?" look, but when he didn't show any signs that she sould, she continued, explainging her opinion. As Valene continued, she saw his eyes glazing over for a a bit, but instead of seeing this as him not paying attention, she saw this as her hitting a nerve, meaning that she wasn't just talking out her arse, and she was actually getting somewhere with this. Then after she finished, she could see that caleb's mind had returned due to the puzzled look on his face.

Valene waited; eventually Caleb smiled. And when he laughed, he didn't confirm or deny if she was right, but she has seen enough to know that, with at least some of her words, she had hit a nerve. He then agreed to paint his painting that way, backing his decision up by saying that the teacher would probably agree with Valene.

Valene knew that continuing to express her opinions on how Caleb should paint probably wasn't safe anymore. So instead she said, "Look, this was just my opinion. If you don't agree with me, than you shouldn't paint it like that just because I said so. Do what you feel is right. That's all that matters in the end,"[/color] she said with a shrug.
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TAGS: caleb -- WORDS: four eighteen
LYRICS:trade mistakes -panic! at the disco
NOTES: My muse came back in full force this morning and I was all "EFF YEAH!" and I just whipped this out like a FREAKING CHAMP!
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Caleb kept eye contact on Valene and noticed her nostrils flaring as he mentioned the football team and figured that perhaps she was the laughing stock for a certain player. Girls usually got upset when reminded of guys who used and abused them, and Caleb knew the face reactions and gestures all too well. Being the token bad boy with no strings attached does make it easy for girls to be stuck on Caleb and then wish him the worst when they realize that he was never really INTO them. He knew the look like the palm of his hand. It was always too familiar. And now Valene was presenting it.

The blonde blue eyed boy smirked as she confirmed that it was ‘someone’ who was bothering her. To girls, it was ALWAYS a big deal, even if they didn’t admit it. It amused Caleb in the past, and sometimes it still did a little bit, but now that he was with Jenna, he tried to tame his extremely bad behavior. The same bad behavior that led him to care less about school in the past, but now that didn’t seem to be the case either. As Valene effortlessly described the project, it actually sunk in and made Caleb understand the project a lot better than he did when the teacher described it. He honestly questioned how teachers got hired and why they got paid for their crappy work.

Caleb let out a chuckle as Valene agreed with his comment. He enjoyed it when other females had a good sense of humor like him; it was refreshing when girls didn’t look shocked or appalled at his sarcasm or jokes. It was not refreshing however, to have a complete stranger be precise on describing you without fully knowing you in the first place. If Caleb was by himself reminiscing about his past or around his friends, alcohol would be his best bet and his best friend, however, he couldn’t just up and leave the class when the assignment was close to being due.

All he could do was try to ‘hide’ how he really felt underneath a smile, hoping that Valene didn’t notice his change. But in a way, he felt like she already had. This only being confirmed by her suggesting he do what feels right. “Look, I honestly value your opinion and I appreciate it, and I actually do agree with you……” he said crossing his arms looking at Valene. “Weird right? How you can read a person without completely knowing them…at all he said with a smirk reaching one hand towards his brush as he picked it up and gently dabbed it into the cup of water in front of his board.

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[/color] she began. "I just sort of see it. I mean, I know that every little thing about a person is influenced by something else in their life. So, I guess, based on that I can sort of see how people end up the way I do. But, honestly I don't really know how I do it. It just happens. That doesn't sound too weird, does it?"
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TAGS: caleb -- WORDS: five three seven
LYRICS:trade mistakes -panic! at the disco
NOTES: Um...
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It was interesting….to say the least, that out of all the people at Harbour, out of all the people that could have been in that art class, and out of all the people that could have been summoned to help Caleb with this art project, it was Valene. Someone he never really thought to strike up a conversation with seeing as how she was always more focused on her art assignments than being social. At least that’s how the class was divided up; the kids who were actually talented and into art, the kids who only took it to avoid a boring elective, and the kids who had to take it but didn’t have the slightest idea about art.

There was no doubt that Caleb was in the third group. Sure he was a tortured soul, but he had other ways to express his feelings, anger, and emotions; which most people knew that it involved partying which led to drinking and smoking, which led to talking with a few different girls, and finally hooking up with one of them, it was how he operated, well…how he used to before he actually got serious with Jenna. That suddenly triggered a nerve into Caleb’s brain; did Valene know/talk to Jenna? And if she did, would she mention this conversation to her later on in the day or near future? If it was one thing Caleb avoided with Jenna, it was bringing up his past, in detail.

Caleb made it as vague as he could because he honestly didn’t know how to just let it all go, how to control his feelings/emotions with every detail, and how she would react to his ex, who he probably still would have been with had she not passed away. It was something he sure as heck didn’t care on sharing anytime soon, he wasn’t lying about it; he just wasn’t saying anything at all in the matter. Caleb listened to Valene try to explain herself about how she ‘reads’ people, and had this conversation been with another guy or person that Caleb didn’t find interesting, he probably would have cut them off letting them know that it was more of a rhetorical question rather than a question looking for an answer.

But once again, Valene made complete sense of it, probably one of the few times Caleb appreciated someone’s intelligence and outlook on life. The blonde boy shook his head when she asked about it being weird. “I guess you have a gift” he said with a shrug. “Because the only thing I can read about girls, is if they are into hooking up, but that’s not rocket science either” he said with a laugh. “I definitely underestimated you Valene, I thought you were some crazed artist who had a 10 inch pole up their butt, but now I can see that you’re nothing like that…” he said with a slight smirk, maybe Valene would be one of the few girl friends Caleb had who he could actually hold a conversation with instead of just being interested in what size bra she wears, the world worked in mysterious ways….

[VALENE RHIANNE SOUTHWAY]

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[atrb=valign,top][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,300,true] [atrb=style,padding: 0 0 0 0px; border: 5px solid #555555; border-radius: 0px;][atrb=style, background: url(http://oi53.tinypic.com/2wdvt49.jpg); color: #Ffffff; width: 360px; font-family: verdana; padding: 5px; font-size: 10px; color: #333333; padding: 10 10 5 10px; text-align: justify; line-height:10pt;] IF I COULD TRADE MISTAKES FOR SHEEP, COUNT ME AWAY BEFORE I SLEEP! Valene shrugged. "I don't know about that."

[/color] She wouldn't exactly call it a gift. It's not like it really helped her when she needed it, because when she truly needed it, she couldn't use it. Some people she could read like open books, others not so much. For those people she couldn't read, it seemed as if there was a brick wall between them and that any time she tried to break it down and see through it, it magically reconstructed itself ten times stronger than before.

Valane shook her head slightly at Caleb's comment on himself. "Don't cut yourself short. I mean,

you're with Jenna, aren't you? From what I know about her, you'd have to be a little better at reading people than

just knowing if a girl was horny or not to date her," she said bluntly, not really caring too much about

her choice of words. A chuckle then escaped her mouth at Caleb's next statement. People always thought

that about her. And sure, there was no fooling around when it came to her art but that didn't mean she was a

bitch about it. [/b]"I get that a lot.[/b][/color] she said. "I don't really mean to give off that vibe, but I guess it's not really something I can help."

It was nice to be able to talk to a guy and just... talk, and Valene was glad that Calebe didn't think she was strange. It was nice that she didn't have to worry about being hit on or being messed with because of her love of art -- which wasn't offensive exactly, it just annoyed the heck out of her when people felt the need to judge her for her passion. Initially, she was kind of afraid Caleb might do that. He seemed like he might be the type so Valene was pleasantly surprised when he didn't.

Valene watched him silently as he painted. She was interrested to see how Caleb approached it. She had invisioned how she thought the painting should look, and she wanted to compare it to Caleb's vison of how it should look. For someone who was a strnger to art, Caleb wasn't complete inept at it. He had fairly good technique and control for a beginner. As Caleb painted, she began to almost get a bit excited about it. Art always did that to her, nothing else made her feel that way. It was how she knew, from the moment she first picked up a paint brush, that this was what she wanted to do with her life.
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TAGS: caleb -- WORDS: four twenty six
LYRICS:trade mistakes -panic! at the disco
NOTES: bah. this is terrible.
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