Post by haydeneverett on Jun 14, 2010 14:29:24 GMT -5
HAYDEN JOSEPH EVERETT
FULL NAME: Hayden Joseph Everett
NICKNAMES: Sparks, Hayhay. Most call me Hayden.
AGE: Twenty-one.
PREFERENCE: Homosexual.
HOMETOWN: A small town outside of Ontario, Canada.
CLASS STATUS: Upper-middle class.
CURRENT STATUS: Single and Loving it.
MEMBER GROUP: Resident.
PLAY BY: Nick Santino.
FAVORITE FOOD?
Without a doubt, pizza. Pineapple, fish, whatever I'm in the mood for you can always just throw it on top and it tastes delicious. Not to mention they bring it to your door!
ARE YOU A VIRGIN?
No, I'm not. I lost my virginity when I was pretty young.
FAVORITE COLOR?
Maroon. Or gray. I can never decide.
HAVE YOU EVER EMBARRASSED YOURSELF?
Oh god, yeah, dude. I probably do more embarassing things than non-embarassing things. I've danced in the nude during a thunderstorm, I've puked on my boyfriend's shoes, I've drunk dialed my mum, I've eaten the nastiest foods, god, the list is never ending.
FAVORITE DRINK?
Coke & Vodka. I could drink those for breakfast. Haha.
WHERE DO YOU SEE YOURSELF IN FIVE YEARS?
Singin' like the pros. I'd hope. I'd like to pursue a career in radio too. As for my personal life, I can't see myself ever getting "married" or anything. I really don't know what to expect. I'm more of a "go-with-the-flow" kinda kid. We'll see.
FAVORITE HOLIDAY?
Christmas. I get to spend time with all of my family, and I love getting people gifts.
WHAT'S ONE THING MOST PEOPLE DON'T KNOW ABOUT YOU?
Most people don't know that I'm gay. They either assume, or just don't even think about it. I'm not openly gay and I don't show it off or anything on a daily basis. I don't really flirt with guys or girls so it's kind of hard for people to see that I'm even remotely interested in anyone, yet alone guys. My parents both know and my sister knows, along with my best friends. So I guess that's the important thing.
DO YOU PREFER THE NIGHT OR THE DAY?
I'm a night owl. I could be awake forever. I love the nighttime. It's so relaxing and enjoyable. Plus late at night, people get really awesome to be around. It's just natural and fun.
NAME A FANTASY?
My fantasy would probably just becoming a member of a legit band. One that's well known. Where 13-year old girls come up to me and ask me for my signature and buy my tee shirts and stuff. Hah, I just think that'd be awesome.
Sarah had been busy nearly all day. She had assigned Edmund a numerous of tasks, some she knew he could complete without difficulty, and others she knew he'd have trouble with. But there was just no time, things needed to get done, and Sarah only had two arms and one brain. Sarah shooed the kids off to go play in their room two hours prior to the arrival of Liam, Hannah, and Henrik. They had been well-behaved, and had even volunteered to help Daddy out in the Christmas tasks. Since then, Sarah had been diligently working away in the kitchen, trying to prepare the last of the food that needed to be cooked, and trying to finish up her famous cheesecake, Edmund's absolute favorite.
As Sarah stuck the green bean casarole in the oven to let the french onions crunch for a few minutes, she heard the doorbell ring. She quickly untied her apron the girls had made for her, and hung it over the stool, placing the oven glove on the counter, and walking quickly towards the door. Sarah dusted herself off, making sure that she looked presentable, when she nearly ran into Edmund. She was suprised that he had accomplished everything, and he looked so nice in his sweater. Sarah wrapped her arms around him and hugged him, looking down at Henrik. "My. You've grown, even in the last two weeks! You're such a big boy." Sarah said, laughing and ruffling Henrik's hair. Then, he stared at Edmund, and squealed in delight, alerting everyone in the house that Edmund and him had infact been wearing the same sweater. Sarah grinned, and laughed under her breath at the sheer look of horror on Edmund's and Liam's faces, noticing that not only Edmund and Henrik were matching, but also Edmund and Liam.
"As if it isn't bad enough already, I just got to telling the two of you apart, and you go and play these mind tricks on me." Sarah joked around, hugging Liam closely and taking the dishes out of his hands. Sarah smiled over at Hannah, and raised her eyebrow. "I guess we didn't get the matchy matchy memo!" She said, turning over her shoulder and winking at both Edmund and Liam as she led Hannah to the island in the kitchen, where she had been setting out the food.
As Sarah stuck the green bean casarole in the oven to let the french onions crunch for a few minutes, she heard the doorbell ring. She quickly untied her apron the girls had made for her, and hung it over the stool, placing the oven glove on the counter, and walking quickly towards the door. Sarah dusted herself off, making sure that she looked presentable, when she nearly ran into Edmund. She was suprised that he had accomplished everything, and he looked so nice in his sweater. Sarah wrapped her arms around him and hugged him, looking down at Henrik. "My. You've grown, even in the last two weeks! You're such a big boy." Sarah said, laughing and ruffling Henrik's hair. Then, he stared at Edmund, and squealed in delight, alerting everyone in the house that Edmund and him had infact been wearing the same sweater. Sarah grinned, and laughed under her breath at the sheer look of horror on Edmund's and Liam's faces, noticing that not only Edmund and Henrik were matching, but also Edmund and Liam.
"As if it isn't bad enough already, I just got to telling the two of you apart, and you go and play these mind tricks on me." Sarah joked around, hugging Liam closely and taking the dishes out of his hands. Sarah smiled over at Hannah, and raised her eyebrow. "I guess we didn't get the matchy matchy memo!" She said, turning over her shoulder and winking at both Edmund and Liam as she led Hannah to the island in the kitchen, where she had been setting out the food.
hey, it's Carrie and this gal has been at it for about
three years now. they are sixteen years old.
