Algernon Louvet {capitol}

Algernon Louvet

Age twelve, my first kiss.

A girl one year ahead of me asked me out on a date, and then the day after she pulled me behind the bleachers in gym class and started kissing me like I was the father of her child. I couldn't breathe for the whole two minutes, it was impressive. It was also very, very wet. Not my proudest moment, but it is admirable in terms of how first kisses normally happen. There was also a significant lack of tongue, and I'm grateful for that. At twelve years old no boy is ready to have their tongue wrangled by an older girl, no matter how much he pretends.

Our relationship lasted for about a month. Not bad for a first timer, eh? All we really did was hold hands and sometimes kiss. Innocent kissing, since we were clueless preteens. It was more-so for appearances; she apparently wanted to look "cool" by dating a rich boy. Not exactly the smartest move to date someone a year younger than you, but I didn't hear any complaints.

I am very handsome, after all.

If my smile alone doesn't charm your pants off, the dimples will. I have one of the cutest smiles in the country. No lie. Second best is my "brother" (haha, no) Copernicus. By brother I mean we're not related at all, and we live together because his folks are my guardians. Originally they were friends of the family, but my parents died in a hovercraft accident when I was five. I still remember them. They used to all me "Algy." Nobody can call me that now. I won't be nice if you call me that. Anyway, Copper's folks took me in as their orphan child. Rich orphan child, mind you. They're one of the wealthiest families in the Capitol. Living the high life, right?

If only their heir wasn't so beautiful. It's tragic to want what you can't have, especially when they're engaged to a woman.

The world is my oyster, but Copernicus is the pearl. I often consider writing a book about it. I have many stories to tell.

Copper is very talented at comforting me during my times of emotional need. I don't admit this freely, but I can be very sensitive when it comes to my love life. "Love" is the problem. I've been told I want too much. Is that so wrong? The lack of connection during hookups is a complete turn-off. I can enjoy it when I'm drunk, but when I'm sober I want the romance. I want the feelings.

Nobody else seems to want the feelings.

I've dated many a heart breaker in my lifetime. I dated a lesbian who used me as an unwitting cover up, a man who eventually rejected me despite being showered in expensive (and tasteful) gifts, a gold digger who wanted nothing but to be showered in expensive gift (and then he left me for a richer man!), a man who wanted me to move in with him only to dump me a week later because he was afraid of commitment. There are many more. I actually have a master list of people who dumped me, and let me just say that I've NEVER been the dumper! Only the one dumped. It's a harsh life to live.

I won't say names because it's rude, and I don't want bad karma. Identities must be kept safe at all costs.

Master list:
-12 year old kisser
-The nerdy kid
-The lesbian
-The man who didn't want my nice gifts
-The man who only wanted my nice gifts (THE RICHER GUY WASN'T EVEN CUTE)
-The man afraid of commitment
-Cheater girl #1
-High school sweetheart that thought I was "clingy"
-Cheater boy #1
-The girl I dated for a day until her boyfriend beat me up
-The girl that left me for another man
-The girl that dumped me because her dog died (???)
-The drug dealer that said I was "boring" (sorry I'm not into bdsm?)
-Cheater boy #2
-Cheater boy #3
-Cheater girl #2 (it was a rough year)

The list would be longer if I counted friends with benefits and hookups. As you can see, I have a bad history with break ups. Copper is the one who deals with the aftermath. I'm a crier and a big moper so somebody besides me has to pick up the pieces. I like to rely on him because he's gentle and sweet and cute. He would be the perfect boyfriend slash husband, but he's straight and engaged. It's a fantasy I tossed out the window a long time ago. Can you imagine living with the man you crave? Granted, it is a large mansion and I can come and go as I please, but still.

Okay, maybe seeking him out for comfort when I'm sad doesn't help with the feelings, but I'm selfish! I take what I can get.

I'm pretty good at avoiding the family. They tolerate me because I'm their precious orphan, but I'm far from well-behaved. If I wasn't secretive, I would probably give the family a bad name. I can be a huge slut when I want to be, and I'm always at parties, ready to meet people and kiss people and add variety to my life. Not just rich parties, where everyone is prim and proper. Sometimes you've gotta dig deep for the livelier parties, the wild ones with cheaper liquor and sexier dresses! I can dress middle class to camouflage myself. It's easy.

Parties are my kind of atmosphere. I'm not always the one getting drunk, but I'm not the type of guy who needs alcohol to be forward. I have little restraint as is. Alcohol is for hookup use only, and when I say hookup I mean sex with absolutely no hope for a future relationship. At parties I'm usually the one talking to as many people as possible. Or I'm the guy in the corner getting some lip action. Or I'm on the dance floor. I can be anywhere; except out back where the drugs are sold. My blood is pure and I plan to keep it that way. I'd like to live forever, thank you.

My only weakness is sad things. If you're sad or crying I will want to kiss you no matter who you are. I like to kiss wounded things.

When Copernicus is wounded, it's really really hard to restrain myself.

This self-help book I read (it was a Ratmas gift from one of my exes) says that when I'm feeling down, I should list my good and bad traits so I can embrace the good and try to fix the bad. Obviously, the top trait on my bad list is my lack of restraint and my clingyness to false hope (that being Copper). These also include physical traits, though, so you can imagine how long my good trait list is.

Good traits :) cute smile, dimples, wavy hair that I can dye whatever dark color I want, tall, the most kissable lips in the world, flawless eyelashes, small ears, charming, good kisser, passionate, affectionate, best shoe collection in the world, doesn't snore, expert cuddler, never leaves the toilet seat up, polite, optimistic...

Oops, I seem to have run out of room.

Bad Traits ): sensitive, no restraint, currently single, long nose, loves Copernicus too much.

I'm still working on that last one.