Andrew Logan Johnson - DONE

[falcon]

Andy! STOLE YOUR HEART;

They call me Andrew and I've shot for the moon 18 times.
You know you all love me and you can contact me via pms.
Ktxbi.

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» There Goes my Hero;

THe birth certificate reads Andrew Logan Johnson
But Everyone Calls Me Andy
Ive Been Breaking Hearts for18years
The say I Am Student, works at a tack shop
Ive Been Told I Look Like Bryton (from StormModels)

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» Rock and Roll, Baby.;

I am so tall 6'1
And I Weigh 150 lbs
Ive Bee Ninked And Pierced none
They always say I look like

Andrew has short brown hair. In the back it is trimmed neatly and kept relatively short. He lets it grow out so it's longer in the front and sometimes covers his eye. His hair is kind of messy in the front. His eyes are a smoky hazel. He has thick eye brows that are usually hidden by his hair.

He is 6 feet tall. His legs and arms are long and semi muscular. He has an angular face with prominent features, and has a thick neck. His is more lanky than most. Like most guys he has big bones that make sure he doesn't look skinny.

His teeth are completely white and his smile is wide. His nose is more rounded and isn't pointed in the least. He has naturally thick dark eyelashes. He usually has a very friendly expression on his face. Unless he is angry or sad.

This Is What Makes Me Stand Out Angular face

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» Chances Taken, Hope Embraced;

I Adore Horses, piano, swimming, surfing, beaches, girls.
I Abhor Rude people, cats, guys that flirt with girls in a disgusting manner
I Rock Swimming, surfing and piano
I Suck He knows a lot about horses but not how to ride them, talking to girls
I Do If a girl talks to him he gets tongue tied easily even if he doesn't like her that much.
I Want To become a professional jockey.
I Fear Being alone
I Shut up His mother was killed, his father is in jail and his has a juvenile record.
I am
Andrew is really sweet and caring. Even if he doesn't like something he doesn't mention it for fear a fight will start. He wants to date but his shyness makes him stumble in that aspect of his life. If a girl even talks to him he'll get tongue tied. He feels made at himself and gets really frustrated because a lot of guys make fun of him for it.

If he gets angry his face lacks emotion and he tries to walk away. When people try to fight him he very politely tries to solve the problem. He has never been a bad kid and feels terrible if one bad thing is said about him. His feelings are very easily hurt which is another reason he's can't seem to date. Even if he's hurt he doesn't cry just like when he's angry his face is like a blank wall. Occasionally though he does show if he's hurt sometimes a tear will fall out of his eyes but that's all.

He doesn't anger quickly and even if he does he never takes his out on anything/anyone. He's usually full of energy and loves to talk. Though he can't seem to get his words out around girls. He has a passion for the piano because he thinks it describes himself. He is usually pretty laid back and does well under pressure.

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» I Know I Won't Be Home At All;

I Came From Daniel Johnson is his father. He is a tall man of 6'3 and has a bald head. His mother was called Stacy Johnson. She was 5'7 and had light wavy hair.
I Share My Dna With none
I Come From San Francisco
But I Live Here Now West Virginia
This Is Who I was
Andrew was born in a rundown house in the bad area of San Francisco. He was a quiet baby and hardly ever cried. Over time he grew rapidly and was home schooled. Home schooled was a term his mother used. What he really did was learn the family business. Stealing cars. He had great talent at breaking in without sounding the alarm and his father was proud of him. But in his heart he knew it was wrong. He grew up hiding his feeling and the truth.

One day when he was stealing a Silver Chevy he got caught by the highway patrol. The put the handcuffs on him and shoved him into the police car. He went to juvenile hall. His parents didn't come forward to get him for fear of exposing themselves. His hard grew bitter as he stayed several months in the juvenile hall. Finally he was allowed to leave. Of course he had a parol officer and a foster family he was staying with.

For three years he stayed with the foster family. Then finally they actually let him be emancipated. He wasn't sure why seeing as he had a record but he was happy. He had studied hard and was actually at his grade level in school. He had always had an interest in horses so he looked for a place that would supply and area for him to live and go to a stables.

Finding a place in West Virginia he moved. His foster parents gave him some money and told him to be on his own he needed a job. 1 month later he got word that his mother had been killed in a robbery, she being the robber. His father was with her and he was in jail. With nothing holding him back he began to start his new life.

This Is Who I am Get over his weird stuttering around girls.

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» This Heart It Beats;

I Lust straight
I Love He likes people who have the same interests as him
I Loathe people that think they can have anything they want
Maybe I loved none
Maybe I Didnt N/A

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» This Is How We'll Dance;

I Bow Down the password is "dude"
I Am Awesome (this is when he went to juvenile hall)

Smokey-hazel eyes peered out at the world. How could he be here! A sullen expression claimed the angular features of the 13 year old male teenager. You stole a car! He shouted at himself in his mind bitterly. Stealing cars was nothing new to the teenager. It was practically his job! His eyes met several others in the room but most just jeered at him or looked away frightened. His eyes glazed over as he remembered... remembered that fateful day.

There he was in baggy pants and a loose fitting t-shirt unlocking some stupid silver chevys door. He heard yelling and the sound of fast approaching footfalls. Turning he ran as fast as he could. Sudden impact between his shoulder blades sent him sprawling onto the gravel ground. The next thing he knew his eyes lazily opened and he felt a colt pressure around his wrists. He had been sitting in a police station for an hour. Just before that a nurse had checked to make sure he was ok...

Snapping out of his "walk on memory land" he continued to watch the patrol officers dotted around the entire room. They looked like a mini army, wearing those silly little uniforms. Glancing down he stared ruefully at the handcuffed hands in his lap. Reaching up with both hands he brushed a piece of his hair out of his eye. A sudden sound rang throughout the room. Casually he lifted his gaze to the patrol officers. One of them shouted "Johnson Case!" A patrol officer came over and yanked him out of his seat and propelled him down to the court. The court that decided his future...

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Thanks Isa for helping =]

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accepted.