cory mackenzie smith

[CORY MACKENZIE SMITH]

CORY MACKENZIE SMITH

Name: Cory Mackenzie Smith
Nicknames: Cor,C.
Age: 19
Date of Birth: August 7th
Grade: College Freshman
Program: Arts
Orientation: Heterosexual
Nationality: American
Home Town: St. Louis, Missouri
Play by: Kaya Scodelario

--- INTENSE There are lots of different types of people in the world. Sweet, innocent girls and strapping boys, wild and uncontrollable youths who just need a little distraction and discipline. And then there are those few people who don’t really fit into any sort of sliding personality scale. There are people who have high highs and low lows, who can’t settle for ordinary but at the same time don’t want excess. There are people whose entire lives are made up of a clusterfuck of little things. So many things have gone wrong that it’s hard to have things go right. That’s Cory. She flits between happy and destructive and then tries her hand at normal and completely fucked up. The only way to really describe her ever changing personality is to label her as intense, passionate, perhaps even absolutely crazy.

--- UNBALANCED Never having a good example on how to just be, Cory is a bit… unbalanced. Her mother was an eccentric woman who couldn’t keep a steady relationship if she wanted to and her father was a strict businessman. They were on both ends of the extreme scale and Cory was trapped in the middle, being pulled to either side. Her father wanted her to be like him and make something of herself. While, at the same time, her mother wanted Cory to take after her and let the world be her guide, to create and soak up every moment of life she had to live. So, just like those black and white cookies that are split right down the middle, Cory has always described herself as having two sides. There is the studious side, determined to make it through school and be successful and then there is the free spirited side that just wants to live a little. There isn’t really a middle ground, which is where her problem lies. She doesn’t know when she’s being too responsible or when she’s being too ridiculous.

--- UNPREDICTABLE Prone to taking off whenever she damn well pleases and doing things on the spot, Cory Smith is what one might consider ‘unpredictable.’ She doesn’t like fitting someone’s idea of a ‘mould.’ Being her own person, the only version of her, Cory likes to keep people guessing. It probably isn’t wise to expect anything of her, especially if she’s had a few drinks. Often times it is a game of dares that she will play, staring blankly at whoever she’s with before finally asking the always present question: “Do you dare me?” Just don’t be shocked.

LIKES: Slow jams, grape jelly, leather jackets, charcoal pencils, white nail polish, Emerson, iced tea, jelly beans, movies, bbq.
DISLIKES: Alfredo sauce, the monster mash, first person shooter video games, being told she's weird, ditzy blonde girls, Groundhog Day, white pants, lame jokes, magic tricks, surprises.

The tug-o’-war of Cory Smith’s life started before she even realized that her parents didn’t love each other. On one side of her she had an eccentric woman who believed living life to the fullest was the most important thing and on the other side a slick business man who liked plans and scotch. Cory examined her parents from the middle, deciding what was good and what was bad about each one of them. It was something she would continue to do her entire life. The list of parental pros and cons continually grew each time she spoke to the couple who, after she was five, were divorced.

She switched houses a lot. Half of the time she would be with her mother, trying to make heads and tails of endless chalk drawings and empty instant ramen cups. The other half was spent with her father on fluffy white couches in a chic apartment watching him turn pages of a ledger while she sketched in a notebook. How they ever got along, considering their completely different lifestyles, Cory would never know.

All the time she spent in the middle, going back and forth, she developed habits from both parents. She could draw like her mom but had sense like her dad. Sometimes, anyway. Sometimes she could do these things and function probably. But there were other times when she would just feel so lost and confused on what she was supposed to be like that she spent days staring up at her bedroom ceiling wishing that there was some kind of magical glue to make her parents into one perfect example on how to live.

She was thirteen when she first mentioned Emerson. Her mother was ecstatic over the idea of her daughter going to a school where she could use her talent and her father was pleased that she had picked one with such a reputation. Somehow she had managed to make both of them happy. Footing the bill, her father agreed to let her go but only if she promised him that she wouldn’t put all her hopes into becoming a big time artist, as that wasn’t logical. Thus was born the dream of being an art teacher.

After high school at Emerson she decided to continue into the college program. Actually, it was a joint decision. Cory met a boy when she was a sophomore, at the tender age of sixteen, and from the day they got together it had been a push pull of ‘are we too young to be this serious’ and ‘could I love you any more?’ Another in between thing in her life. By now Cory was used to it. But the status of her relationship and how it really went didn’t matter at all. All that matters was that both of them decided to stay at Emerson to continue on to the college and eventually they would get married and live happily ever after or some fairytale bullshit.

Right.

Wyatt had great potential to be a romantic. If he could put away all the things he got hung up on, like what other people would think of him and how it was not okay to make this thing with Parker anything like a relationship, he had a real chance of being a particularly excellent date. His hang ups were ridiculous. There was a possibility that Wyatt was well aware that he was ridiculous himself. He was over the top and excessive when it came to showing people that he was worth hanging around with. Was it his fault necessarily that he operated on positive attention? It was a deep seeded problem, something he’d developed a long time ago. But wasn’t it natural for every child who lost a parent to develop coping mechanisms? Wyatt’s just so happened to be a need for normalcy. The more people liked him, the less they questioned how fucked up his life really was. So in that, that need for normalcy, he found himself saying no to pulling out all the stops for Parker. He might have, in another world, done the whole song and dance, flowers and courting bullshit. Chances were he would’ve been extra cute about it. But he couldn’t. He couldn’t become anything less than what other people thought of him. But sometimes he really wanted to.

When Parker pressed close to pick up the soda can, Wyatt could feel his stomach twist into a knot. Constantly nervous in this situation, despite it becoming a normal thing and him not showing that nervousness on the outside, he cycled through what exactly he wanted to do. Part of him knew it was smarter to just not say anything but the other part was reeling in the warmth the close proximity brought versus the icy cold can in his hand. “Can we just make out?” It fell out of his mouth on accident and broke all over the floor like a carton of eggs. It was a waste of a perfectly good thing. Asking was a mistake. Asking to just do anything was a mistake. Usually they did whatever Wyatt wanted without prompting or permission but for some reason today Wyatt’s mouth and brain had betrayed him and actually felt it necessary to ask if it were okay that they just make out. Fuck.

“I mean, I don’t know when Beth and my dad will be back.” Wyatt had always had a thing for doing their business downstairs, outside of his room. Usually they had no option but to lock themselves inside his bedroom. It was on rare occasion that he truly had the house to himself. Though recently, more than ever, he felt like he was alone a lot more. “And I’d like to stay downstairs for as long as possible.” Excuses, excuses. Was it so wrong that Wyatt possibly wanted to keep his hands above clothes for a little while? He was sure it would change. It always changed. He was a young man, his ability to go from off to on in a matter of seconds was something to be expected. “Just don’t want to get caught…”

If he wasn’t convincing enough, Wyatt was sure the hand to the other’s arm, cold fingers tracing upwards from his wrist, and the brief kiss he placed to the corner of Parker’s mouth was helping him out big time. But even the chaste kiss wasn’t enough. Fuck hormones. Soon he found himself pressing another kiss, lips against lips, and letting those cold fingers trap the other’s hands. But it was just making out, a really drastic change to Wyatt’s usual hands on approach. Hadn’t he been thirsty? Or at least come to the kitchen for a reason other than to use the counter as a prop? He couldn’t even remember. His mind was blank, caught up in the other’s soft lips. Oh yes, he could do this all day.

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