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Nov. 1st || Intro
⊰ thisisthenamemai'rentscalledmeαυsтıи мαяк нαgєи ⊱
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- xxxI believe that imagination is strongeя than knowledge;
That myth is more potent than history;
xxxxxxThat dreams are more powerful than ƒαcтs;
xxThat h o p e always triumphs oveя experience;
That laughteя is the only cure foя grief;
xxxxxx&& I believe that love is strongeя than death.
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Music was loud in his ears, but that only made the drunks around him talk louder than normal. To be honest, Austin was probably the most sober person present at the Halloween themed party. It had nothing to do with the fact that he was under aged, but more with the mere idea of stumbling around like an idiot. When he was drunk, he became obnoxious and tended to start fights. That's not what he was there for. He was there to have a good time... Alright, or maybe he was there because Indy wanted him there. He bit back a sigh. So far the only fun he had was laughing at the stupidity around him, but even that grew old. One could only laugh so much at slurred conversations and attempts at singing(all of which failed terribly). If he was going to have any fun tonight, he needed to find one of his friends in the familiar swarms of young men and woman. It wasn't a task that he looked forward to; but it was that or joining the rest of the population and grabbing himself another shot of whiskey. Removing himself from his spot on the couch, he started across the room, weaving through swaying bodies. He was almost to the kitchen when he saw someone familiar from the corner of his eye.
He didn't comprehend who it was just then, but as he turned his head for a double take he knew instantly. Indiana, his best friend, the girl he loved more than anyone else. Austin's eyes were glued to her, and even though he was unaware of the fact, he had stopped walking. Instead he watched her, seeing her for the first time that night. She wore a sailor costume, and, naturally, she was the best looking girl in the room. Her eyes finally fell on him, some kind of emotion stirring in them. He couldn't decide just what it meant, however. Then she continued on her way, right into Landon's arms. It was always Landon's arms, no matter how badly Austin wished they were his. With a jolt, the teen realized he had been glued to the spot. God, he must have looked like an idiot. Running a hand through dark hair, he tried to ignore the burning in his cheeks. He didn't want to be around Indiana, he didn't want to watch her with him. Maybe it was about time to check on that shot. Or just about anything he could get his hands on, as long as it wasn't too horrible tasting. From what he had learned over his years, as young as he was, he knew that alcohol was supposedly a depressant. So why was he resorting to one now? Because there was nothing else left to do.
Against the island in the middle of the room he leaned, scanning the counter top for anything untouched. All that was left was red cups with only a few sloshes remaining inside, and empty cartons of orange juice. Someone must be getting the Peach Schnapps. Turning away, Austin instead pushed through some people to the fridge, grabbing the first adult beverage his fingers touched. Hardly casting enough of a glance down to notice it was just a bottle of beer, he stepped back and allowed someone else to get into the fridge. He wasn't sure what to do next, since he wasn't feeling up to talking with anyone just then. The kitchen was usually a busy place, but now it was only holding three other people. He got his answer when he heard louder-than-usual laughter coming from the main room, along with yells of "Chug it, chug it!" He put two and two together - someone was obviously braving a bottle of whiskey. He didn't feel any need to be around to watch it come back up, so he walked instead in the opposite direction. His best hope of peace was probably outside, where the chances were still very slim. It was Halloween for God's sake. There was bound to be mischief and blaring sirens. However, he found it better than voices, laughter, and music.
Outside it was. Cold drink in hand, Austin slid open the door, and squeezed onto the deck. Luckily for him, no one was out at that moment. They must have all been rounded about and dragged inside to watch the latest source of entertainment. The slight relief of such noise felt good to his ears, though a few hoots could still be heard, even through the closed door. Elbows on the railing, he leaned forward, cold night air raising goose bumps along his bare skin. It felt nice, though, compared to inside with all the packed bodies. The 'sailor' felt like a joy kill. Here he was, feeling bad for himself, and trying to wash it away with gulps of icy beer. It couldn't be much worse. He might as well call it a night and head home, even though he had promised himself he would enjoy the night. But that, of course, was before he arrived. Now, hours into the party, he realized the only way he would have fully enjoyed the party was if Indy had been at his side. And where was she? Kissing up to her boyfriend. So what? he snarled to himself. Even if she was single, what were the chances they'd be together at that very moment? Slim. Indy would never go for a guy like him. He was a bookworm, she was the classic "slut". Of course he didn't see her that way - he loved her unconditionally - but when it came down to it, that's what everyone titled her. The two just didn't go together.
[ o.o.c.: costume. ;3 xD ]
He didn't comprehend who it was just then, but as he turned his head for a double take he knew instantly. Indiana, his best friend, the girl he loved more than anyone else. Austin's eyes were glued to her, and even though he was unaware of the fact, he had stopped walking. Instead he watched her, seeing her for the first time that night. She wore a sailor costume, and, naturally, she was the best looking girl in the room. Her eyes finally fell on him, some kind of emotion stirring in them. He couldn't decide just what it meant, however. Then she continued on her way, right into Landon's arms. It was always Landon's arms, no matter how badly Austin wished they were his. With a jolt, the teen realized he had been glued to the spot. God, he must have looked like an idiot. Running a hand through dark hair, he tried to ignore the burning in his cheeks. He didn't want to be around Indiana, he didn't want to watch her with him. Maybe it was about time to check on that shot. Or just about anything he could get his hands on, as long as it wasn't too horrible tasting. From what he had learned over his years, as young as he was, he knew that alcohol was supposedly a depressant. So why was he resorting to one now? Because there was nothing else left to do.
Against the island in the middle of the room he leaned, scanning the counter top for anything untouched. All that was left was red cups with only a few sloshes remaining inside, and empty cartons of orange juice. Someone must be getting the Peach Schnapps. Turning away, Austin instead pushed through some people to the fridge, grabbing the first adult beverage his fingers touched. Hardly casting enough of a glance down to notice it was just a bottle of beer, he stepped back and allowed someone else to get into the fridge. He wasn't sure what to do next, since he wasn't feeling up to talking with anyone just then. The kitchen was usually a busy place, but now it was only holding three other people. He got his answer when he heard louder-than-usual laughter coming from the main room, along with yells of "Chug it, chug it!" He put two and two together - someone was obviously braving a bottle of whiskey. He didn't feel any need to be around to watch it come back up, so he walked instead in the opposite direction. His best hope of peace was probably outside, where the chances were still very slim. It was Halloween for God's sake. There was bound to be mischief and blaring sirens. However, he found it better than voices, laughter, and music.
Outside it was. Cold drink in hand, Austin slid open the door, and squeezed onto the deck. Luckily for him, no one was out at that moment. They must have all been rounded about and dragged inside to watch the latest source of entertainment. The slight relief of such noise felt good to his ears, though a few hoots could still be heard, even through the closed door. Elbows on the railing, he leaned forward, cold night air raising goose bumps along his bare skin. It felt nice, though, compared to inside with all the packed bodies. The 'sailor' felt like a joy kill. Here he was, feeling bad for himself, and trying to wash it away with gulps of icy beer. It couldn't be much worse. He might as well call it a night and head home, even though he had promised himself he would enjoy the night. But that, of course, was before he arrived. Now, hours into the party, he realized the only way he would have fully enjoyed the party was if Indy had been at his side. And where was she? Kissing up to her boyfriend. So what? he snarled to himself. Even if she was single, what were the chances they'd be together at that very moment? Slim. Indy would never go for a guy like him. He was a bookworm, she was the classic "slut". Of course he didn't see her that way - he loved her unconditionally - but when it came down to it, that's what everyone titled her. The two just didn't go together.
[ o.o.c.: costume. ;3 xD ]
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cαℓℓ мє вяєє
- Glancing around with a sense of unease, Aubrey crept across the room toward the window. She knew what she was doing was stupid, even more so with the current circumstances, but she could care less. She was off to see her boyfriend, Tyler. Holding her breath, she pushed up the window, a soft creaking issuing through the room. She could only hope her parents didn't hear it; or, if they did, they wouldn't pay any attention. Who was up at this hour, anyway? The digital clock on her bedside had read two in the morning, her cue to get moving. All she had was a hoodie and cell, she wasn't going to be gone forever. She'd meet Tyler halfway, then they'd walk to his house together, which was empty. Having a boyfriend who was older than you had it's advantages. Of course they hadn't been dating long, but who cared? They both wanted the same thing. Neither bothered with the "I love you"s. But anyway... Bree would sneak out, and be back before anyone missed her. Great plan, wasn't it? The only problem was this: It was late at night, with not only cops on the prowl, but also demons. Of course she didn't believe the stories that had been around for as long as she could remember. It was a legend around there. Just that - a legend, a myth. But your probably wishing I'd just get to the point, and tell you just what these 'myths' were.
It was told that demons played a game. See, they look just like you and I. They come into your life, and give you everything you ever wanted. They were the guy you were looking for, the one you always wanted. Perfect. So perfect that you'd fall in. It seems unfair, how one person can honestly be head over heels for someone, and the other is just playing a game. A sick, sick game. Because once you were stuck in their web of lies, they'd close in, like a spider towards a fly. Then it'd all be over. Your left drained of blood, dead and without love. Was it ever worth it? Bree didn't think so. Of course not. And to think the city left it go, turned a blind eye, didn't see what was happening. Until recently, when there was a massive killing of about eight people, all in one night. There was no game played with those ones. It was just a quick death, and then it was over. A war had been risen between the humans and demons. Everyone was scared, frightened, yet all the evidence was there. So, why didn't the fourteen year old want to believe it? Stuff like that just didn't happen. She didn't want to believe that her very own sister had been trapped in the same lie. It was so much easier to believe she died a natural death, happy and in love. Who wanted to die knowing the man who was everything to them never loved you, you were just a toy. Realize all of this while looking them in the eyes, meanwhile they stand over you, and drain away your life.
So how couldn't she know it's true? She heard those screams. Everyone did. But they were too late, she was already dead. Bree and her sister and had been very close. Now, she was in denial. Losing her sister was bad enough. But for her to suffer... She didn't like it, didn't want to think about. From a distance sirens filled the air, making the teen jump violently. With a quick glance behind her, she then ducked and climbed from the window. There was so much noise lately, her parents would probably sleep right through it. Lucky for her, the noise would also cover her footsteps as she ran from the house, happy to see it falling behind her. Cold night air rippled through her hair, and in no time cold, sharp breaths pierced her lungs. With a pain in her side she slowed. At least her home was no longer visible. Thinking she was being smart, she turned down an alley. All too often things took place in such settings, but with police all over, was it likely? Besides, she couldn't be seen or people would be aroused. Someone might give the cops a heads up. This way was faster, anyway. Slowly Aubrey caught her breath, but she wasn't comforted for long. She had never been out at such a late hour. The cold was setting in her bones, the kind of cold that made you shudder. The warmth from her run was escaping, fast. Bree bit her lip, becoming antsy. Every little sound seemed multiplied, ten times louder in the night silence than it usually would have been. Everything sounded like a stalking demon.
It was as though everything was set and determined to scare her, teach her a lesson. 'See? This is what happens when you sneak about. People get hurt.' Her own thought was startling. Honestly, what was she trying to prove? This was silly. But it was for Ty, and boy was he gorgeous. At least he was kind enough to meet her half way, although she would have to make the full trip back home. But wasn't this halfway? A frown formed on her pink lips. He had promised, so why wasn't he here? This was their meeting place, wasn't it? Maybe she was just freaking out, what with everything surrounding her. She wasted no time pulling out her cellphone, one of the only smart things she had thought to do. Bree scrolled through her contact list, until she found the entry 'Tyler'. Hitting send, she pressed the phone to her ear, and waited, chewing on her inner cheek. One ring... Two rings, but it takes a moment to pull out your phone... Three; maybe he dropped it... Four... But he just isn't hearing it, that's all... Five, why isn't he answering?! Six, what if it's something wrong? Seven... He's playing a joke on her. He's going to scare her. He wants her to cling to him once their together, wants to feel as though he's protecting her. Of course. Boys are like that... She hung up, as the phone went to voice mail. That was it. So maybe she should just go to his house, and smack him a good one once she saw him.
If she saw him. Aubrey honestly considered turning around right then. Ahead of her there was a figure. Male, by the look of things. But he didn't look like Ty. No, not at all. He just didn't match up. She hadn't realized until then she had frozen, phone still in her hand. She must look like some frightened child. How foolish. Gritting her teeth, she forced herself forward. This was more than just seeing Tyler now. She needed to prove to herself she wasn't scared. Besides, she couldn't ignore that rush of adrenaline, the quickened beat of her heart. This was a thrill. This was real, and possibly dangerous. Who knew. He could be a cop or maybe a demon. But she was almost positive he saw her now. If she turned and ran, he may run after her, to see what she thought she was doing out so late. With a jolt, she realized she didn't know where she was. Maybe it was due to the fact that her body was humming, on some sort of high. Or maybe, it was because it was so dark. Whatever the reason, she felt like she was lost, as though she may not make it back. A shuddering intake of breath filled her lungs, icy cold, and she walked forward. The figure draw closer, and she squinted slightly, trying to make out who it was. Maybe it was Ty, after all. She sure hoped so, because a warm hug would be nice. Even her knees felt weak, and her hands trembled as she shoved away the phone. Her boyfriend was definitely getting what he wanted, if he had wanted to scare her. She had never been more scared in her life. Well, besides when she heard her sister's plea for help, while everyone rushed to see what was wrong... She pushed away the memory that threatened to overwhelm her.
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Nov. 14th || Intro
ιт тαкєѕ ωιтн ιттɧɘ ¢σмρυℓʂινɘ α∂ɗι¢৳συя нσρєѕ αη∂ ∂яєαмѕ
ßᴙєαkɗøωɴɱα৳ɦєω ∂αɳıɘℓ ∂ємɘ৳яıuϩIυ η в я є α к α в ℓ є
ßᴙєαkɗøωɴɱα৳ɦєω ∂αɳıɘℓ ∂ємɘ৳яıuϩIυ η в я є α к α в ℓ є
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- xxxxxI'd rather shut my eyes...
xxxCall this a m a s k, call me strong;
xCall me a mess, call me wrong.
xxxxxx'Cause sick hearts do fine,
xxxWith wasting their time.
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Even though the hummer had heat, it didn't seem to be turned on. Why? Matt had no idea, but didn't really care, anyway. He was warm in his hoodie, one of the reasons it was his favorite. Despite how thin it looked, it kept in the heat. Outside the night rushed past, and everything seemed to be going just fine. He wasn't paying attention to the others though. Rather, he was fidgeting in his seat, cell phone in hand. At that moment, he wasn't anywhere near falling asleep, like a few of the others. Rather, he was quite the opposite. He and Crystal had a visitation earlier that day, and he could go for days now, before he crashed. As long as she came back to play. The cell in his hand beeped, as he began a game, unable to occupy himself with anything else. The annoying beep continued, until he turned all sound off. Silence filled the car once again, no harm in waking anyone who fancied themselves a little nap. See, he really could be nice. Mind wondering, he barely remained alive on his game. Not that he really cared, the game was cheap and had shitty graphics anyway. There was no story line, or even a nice reasoning behind any of it. In fact, he was a little green man hopping from cloud to cloud, slaying odd little creatures that crossed his path.
Mathew wasn't sure how long it had been when the battery started flashing, signaling it was dying. With a sigh, he exited his game, and sat it aside. Might as well save what battery he could, in case someone needed to get a hold of them. Of course, he didn't notice it was still on mute. So even as Greg tried to get a hold of him, he didn't realize. He wouldn't have had time to answer anyway. He looked up just as a dark, oddly shaped figure crossed the road. "Holy s**t-" He cut off as the car swerved to miss it. It all was happening too fast. Off the road they went, the car clearly out of control. Ahead of them, trees hurtled closer, and ended with a harsh jolt. He should have been wearing a seat belt, because next he was slamming into the seat in front of him, which just so happened to be Aspen. Even if he tried, he wouldn't have been able to locate the place of pain. It was rushing through his whole body, along with adrenaline. Gasping for a moment, he pushed himself back into his seat, eyes shut. His body trembled the slightest, the whole thing seriously ******** up. Things like this didn't happy. They couldn't happen. And what was that thing?! Matt's heart thudded painfully hard. He half wanted to check the damage, yet he wanted to lay there and not move. That way he wouldn't have to see, wouldn't have to find the location of the pain that eased up little to none.
He wasn't sure how much time had past. In fact, he seemed completely cut off from all around him. He could hear sounds, yet they didn't form words, didn't form sentences. His brain was going 90 mph, yet nothing seemed to make any sense. Finally he forced himself to sit up, hands grasping the seat in front of him for support. Matt's hazel eyes opened slowly, the night forming around him. With the darkness he couldn't see much, but enough. Dallas wasn't in her seat, in fact, he didn't see her at all. His eyes were searching for Aspen. She was his best friend, after all. It was only natural, right? He swallowed hard, wetting his all too dry throat. Feeling a bit better, he decided to call out. "Penny? Penny, are you alright?" He looked around slowly, trying to avoid further dizziness. He managed to make out Dallas and Gabe huddled together in the snow, though he wasn't sure what they were doing. He also noticed blood, quite a bit of it, along with a very damaged hummer. Who cared about the car, though? He felt a concern unlike one he had felt in a while. "Guys, are you hurt?" He felt stupid asking this: obviously someone was hurt, due to the obvious clue of blood on the steering wheel. So far Gabe was injured: maybe they would be lucky and he could walk it off, and that would be it. He didn't like the idea of worrying about both injuries, and getting home.
His next reaction stirred to just that: Getting home. Getting help. He wasn't sure where the other car was. In fact, they were probably far ahead, since Greg had passed them long ago. It was unlikely they would be around to help. Wait, why was he being so stupid? He had stopped playing the game for a reason. Carefully he shifted, still unsure of where he was injured. He didn't really feel it now, though. Matt was only conscious of the cold stinging against his fingers and face, his exposed skin. Determined, he looked for his phone. It must have flew from the seat once them had come to such a halt. Leaning forward, and fighting off the dizziness once again, his fingers ran along the floor blindly. Finally they came in contact with his cell, which he quickly slid open. The screen was dull, with just enough battery left for a quick phone call... However, he didn't get that far when he read the display message on the screen. "One Missed Call" it read. He pressed okay, and Greg's number came up. Without thinking of anything else, he hit send and pressed the phone to his ear. Nothing. Did it die already? He lowered it, and glanced at the screen once more. [********! No service?! What the hell!'
Mathew wasn't sure how long it had been when the battery started flashing, signaling it was dying. With a sigh, he exited his game, and sat it aside. Might as well save what battery he could, in case someone needed to get a hold of them. Of course, he didn't notice it was still on mute. So even as Greg tried to get a hold of him, he didn't realize. He wouldn't have had time to answer anyway. He looked up just as a dark, oddly shaped figure crossed the road. "Holy s**t-" He cut off as the car swerved to miss it. It all was happening too fast. Off the road they went, the car clearly out of control. Ahead of them, trees hurtled closer, and ended with a harsh jolt. He should have been wearing a seat belt, because next he was slamming into the seat in front of him, which just so happened to be Aspen. Even if he tried, he wouldn't have been able to locate the place of pain. It was rushing through his whole body, along with adrenaline. Gasping for a moment, he pushed himself back into his seat, eyes shut. His body trembled the slightest, the whole thing seriously ******** up. Things like this didn't happy. They couldn't happen. And what was that thing?! Matt's heart thudded painfully hard. He half wanted to check the damage, yet he wanted to lay there and not move. That way he wouldn't have to see, wouldn't have to find the location of the pain that eased up little to none.
He wasn't sure how much time had past. In fact, he seemed completely cut off from all around him. He could hear sounds, yet they didn't form words, didn't form sentences. His brain was going 90 mph, yet nothing seemed to make any sense. Finally he forced himself to sit up, hands grasping the seat in front of him for support. Matt's hazel eyes opened slowly, the night forming around him. With the darkness he couldn't see much, but enough. Dallas wasn't in her seat, in fact, he didn't see her at all. His eyes were searching for Aspen. She was his best friend, after all. It was only natural, right? He swallowed hard, wetting his all too dry throat. Feeling a bit better, he decided to call out. "Penny? Penny, are you alright?" He looked around slowly, trying to avoid further dizziness. He managed to make out Dallas and Gabe huddled together in the snow, though he wasn't sure what they were doing. He also noticed blood, quite a bit of it, along with a very damaged hummer. Who cared about the car, though? He felt a concern unlike one he had felt in a while. "Guys, are you hurt?" He felt stupid asking this: obviously someone was hurt, due to the obvious clue of blood on the steering wheel. So far Gabe was injured: maybe they would be lucky and he could walk it off, and that would be it. He didn't like the idea of worrying about both injuries, and getting home.
His next reaction stirred to just that: Getting home. Getting help. He wasn't sure where the other car was. In fact, they were probably far ahead, since Greg had passed them long ago. It was unlikely they would be around to help. Wait, why was he being so stupid? He had stopped playing the game for a reason. Carefully he shifted, still unsure of where he was injured. He didn't really feel it now, though. Matt was only conscious of the cold stinging against his fingers and face, his exposed skin. Determined, he looked for his phone. It must have flew from the seat once them had come to such a halt. Leaning forward, and fighting off the dizziness once again, his fingers ran along the floor blindly. Finally they came in contact with his cell, which he quickly slid open. The screen was dull, with just enough battery left for a quick phone call... However, he didn't get that far when he read the display message on the screen. "One Missed Call" it read. He pressed okay, and Greg's number came up. Without thinking of anything else, he hit send and pressed the phone to his ear. Nothing. Did it die already? He lowered it, and glanced at the screen once more. [********! No service?! What the hell!'
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- xxxThere's so much left to see,
xI don't know what's going over m e,
xxxxThere's so much that I could see,
xxBut I'd rather shut my eyes,
xxxxxI'd rather shut my eyes.
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Nov. 15th || Normal
ιт тαкєѕ ωιтн ιттɧɘ ¢σмρυℓʂινɘ α∂ɗι¢৳συя нσρєѕ αη∂ ∂яєαмѕ
ßᴙєαkɗøωɴɱα৳ɦєω ∂αɳıɘℓ ∂ємɘ৳яıuϩIυ η в я є α к α в ℓ є
ßᴙєαkɗøωɴɱα৳ɦєω ∂αɳıɘℓ ∂ємɘ৳яıuϩIυ η в я є α к α в ℓ є
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- xxxxxI'd rather shut my eyes...
xxxCall this a m a s k, call me strong;
xCall me a mess, call me wrong.
xxxxxx'Cause sick hearts do fine,
xxxWith wasting their time.
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Matt looked around at the others, and instantly figured out who was the worst off. Gabe and Dallas. His heart beat quickened, if that were possible, when he thought about whose blood stained the no longer white snow. Lucky for him, he recalled the blood on the steering wheel, so it was most likely Gabe's. It wasn't as though it didn't matter, but it was better than being stuck in the wilderness with a bleeding girl who needed medical attention asap. Speaking of Dallas, he recalled the fact that it took little to send her into her panic attack. This was definatly a nightmare for her. Feeling a bit overwhelmed with all that had happened, and even more so when he recalled the creature, Matt took a shaky deep breath. He was stuck with a bunch of girls, and Gabe, so it was up to them to calm them and keep them safe. The other guy seemed to have the same idea, for he soon calmed Dallas down some. Everything seemed to be cooling down some, everyone getting their thoughts in order a bit. Behind him he heard Penny join him, and to his relief, she reassured him she was fine. "Yea, I'm good." He felt a small blush warm his cheeks at the emotion in her voice, and he looked away, trying to hide it. When it eased a little, he turned back to her, feeling her slide her hand in his. It felt nice, and he felt loads better, even with the frustration of being helpless.
Shoving his free hand in his pocket for warmth, Matt shivered and stared into the darkening woods. Was that a flicker of movement? Feeling startled, he strained his eyes slightly, trying to make out what was hidden in the dark depths. Finding the task to be far too difficult, he convinced himself it wasn't the winged creature, but rather just a small animal. Whether it worked or not, he wasn't sure, but Aspen sure distracted him. He felt her sway slightly, before falling into his arms, hiding her face in his chest. He couldn't hide the smile that formed on his face, before he wrapped his arms around her. To his dislike, she shifted, and leaned instead against the black hummer. Then she apologized. Really? She had no idea how much he liked the feeling of someone in his arms. He hoped it wasn't showing on his face. Matt sighed, she was right though. They should check on Wendi, even if he wasn't too fond of her. Before he had time to advance towards the hummer, however, he found himself watching Dallas turn into worried mother. She cleaned up Gabe's injury, and then went off to find her suit case. She was close, so he assumed she was changing. Looking away to allow her privacy, he looked instead at Penny. "Do you think the others are nearby?" He wondered out loud.
If they had to, he was sure they could probably all squeeze into their vehicle. After all, this could be life or death, couldn't it? Plus whatever that ******** thing was. It could be some kind of master predator. For a moment, flickers of news reports crossed his mind. The monster matched the description of those sitings. Also there were the rumors about how that creature was supposedly behind the killings of a local couple. The reports were gruesome, cruel, unlike any he had heard before. One of the worst kinds of murder. The police were puzzled about who, or what, was behind it. All they knew was that the "murder weapon" seemed to be no other than bear claws. But had there ever been a bear attack to cruel? Ripped limbs, blood everywhere, insides literally ripped open. Not something you'd want to stumble upon. It was hard to imagine a man doing something like that. So that left some sort of especially evil bear roaming the woods. It sounded so cheesy. And honestly, who believed it was a bear? Matt had never put much thought into it, but he sure as hell didn't think so. His thoughts concluded it was the mystery creature, the monster stalking them in the darkness. Shuddering slightly, he had the urge to pull Penny into his arms, as though to protect her from such vile things. No, what was this talk about? He glared at the ground for a moment, pushing away the thoughts. No. Once he felt they were pushed far enough to the back of his mind, he looked up to see Dallas in a mess again. Before he had time to blink, she was setting off into the woods. His mind screamed at her to stop, images flashing of the thing getting ready to close in on her. The only thing that kept him in his place was Penny. He couldn't leave her alone.
Mathew felt torn as screams came from the wood. But he was glad to see Gabe take off after her. He would protect her. He was every bit as able as Matt was. Perhaps better. Leaning against the hummer nervously, he made sure Penny stayed near by. Why was he acting so protective? He told himself it was simply because she was his best friend, and of course he cared about her. Jumping as sounds of running feet issued from the woods, he felt himself take a step towards them. What was happening?! Did they see something? Or where they just spooked? Where were the others? And what the hell was going on here? He had no answers to any of the questions, but he wasn't about to drag Penny into the deeper part of the woods. She was better off here with him, by the hummer and with Wendi. At least, that's what he was telling himself. He couldn't be his usual self and dive into things. This wasn't about him, it was about them. For once he needed to chill out, and think about someone other than himself. So there he was staying. Every part of his body twitched in anticipation, wanting to jump into such a chase as the one possibly taking place. He could imagine the adrenaline pumping through him, the fear of being caught by the creature making it all worth while. The edge of danger, the thrill... No, no, no. Penny.
Shoving his free hand in his pocket for warmth, Matt shivered and stared into the darkening woods. Was that a flicker of movement? Feeling startled, he strained his eyes slightly, trying to make out what was hidden in the dark depths. Finding the task to be far too difficult, he convinced himself it wasn't the winged creature, but rather just a small animal. Whether it worked or not, he wasn't sure, but Aspen sure distracted him. He felt her sway slightly, before falling into his arms, hiding her face in his chest. He couldn't hide the smile that formed on his face, before he wrapped his arms around her. To his dislike, she shifted, and leaned instead against the black hummer. Then she apologized. Really? She had no idea how much he liked the feeling of someone in his arms. He hoped it wasn't showing on his face. Matt sighed, she was right though. They should check on Wendi, even if he wasn't too fond of her. Before he had time to advance towards the hummer, however, he found himself watching Dallas turn into worried mother. She cleaned up Gabe's injury, and then went off to find her suit case. She was close, so he assumed she was changing. Looking away to allow her privacy, he looked instead at Penny. "Do you think the others are nearby?" He wondered out loud.
If they had to, he was sure they could probably all squeeze into their vehicle. After all, this could be life or death, couldn't it? Plus whatever that ******** thing was. It could be some kind of master predator. For a moment, flickers of news reports crossed his mind. The monster matched the description of those sitings. Also there were the rumors about how that creature was supposedly behind the killings of a local couple. The reports were gruesome, cruel, unlike any he had heard before. One of the worst kinds of murder. The police were puzzled about who, or what, was behind it. All they knew was that the "murder weapon" seemed to be no other than bear claws. But had there ever been a bear attack to cruel? Ripped limbs, blood everywhere, insides literally ripped open. Not something you'd want to stumble upon. It was hard to imagine a man doing something like that. So that left some sort of especially evil bear roaming the woods. It sounded so cheesy. And honestly, who believed it was a bear? Matt had never put much thought into it, but he sure as hell didn't think so. His thoughts concluded it was the mystery creature, the monster stalking them in the darkness. Shuddering slightly, he had the urge to pull Penny into his arms, as though to protect her from such vile things. No, what was this talk about? He glared at the ground for a moment, pushing away the thoughts. No. Once he felt they were pushed far enough to the back of his mind, he looked up to see Dallas in a mess again. Before he had time to blink, she was setting off into the woods. His mind screamed at her to stop, images flashing of the thing getting ready to close in on her. The only thing that kept him in his place was Penny. He couldn't leave her alone.
Mathew felt torn as screams came from the wood. But he was glad to see Gabe take off after her. He would protect her. He was every bit as able as Matt was. Perhaps better. Leaning against the hummer nervously, he made sure Penny stayed near by. Why was he acting so protective? He told himself it was simply because she was his best friend, and of course he cared about her. Jumping as sounds of running feet issued from the woods, he felt himself take a step towards them. What was happening?! Did they see something? Or where they just spooked? Where were the others? And what the hell was going on here? He had no answers to any of the questions, but he wasn't about to drag Penny into the deeper part of the woods. She was better off here with him, by the hummer and with Wendi. At least, that's what he was telling himself. He couldn't be his usual self and dive into things. This wasn't about him, it was about them. For once he needed to chill out, and think about someone other than himself. So there he was staying. Every part of his body twitched in anticipation, wanting to jump into such a chase as the one possibly taking place. He could imagine the adrenaline pumping through him, the fear of being caught by the creature making it all worth while. The edge of danger, the thrill... No, no, no. Penny.
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- xxxThere's so much left to see,
xI don't know what's going over m e,
xxxxThere's so much that I could see,
xxBut I'd rather shut my eyes,
xxxxxI'd rather shut my eyes.
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xxxCall this a m a s k, call me strong;
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xxxxxx'Cause sick hearts do fine,
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Following after Penny was always promising. Being with the little thrill seeker always had it's adventure. Matt wasn't sure why he had even thought for a moment that she would stay put. For an instant his thoughts flashed to Wendi, who would be waking up to empty darkness. Though the idea wouldn't bother he nor Penny, but it most likely would freak anyone else out. He couldn't bring himself to really care, though. He had some exploring to do. The darkness swallowed him whole, the night air cool and harsh against his face. Luckily for him, he didn't even feel a bit cold, he was far too distracted. Dashing through the woods blindly was good like that. Besides, it took quite a bit of concentration not to fall, and head in the right direction all at the same time. All he had to do, really, was follow the sound of cracking branches as Penny forced her way through. A smile lit up his face, thoroughly enjoying himself, even as twigs clawed at his exposed skin, and thorns tugged at his shoes and pants. Yet this was the highlight of his week. On the verge of seeing a mythical creature, running through a darkened woods, at who knew what hour. All of it was raw and real. Even getting high was no match for this natural buzz. The adrenaline coursing through his veins was like a fire, forcing him onwards, even after a pain had formed in his side. Matt hardly noticed. He was still pursuing Penny.
Too soon the best friends halted, arriving at the gathering point of their friends. He looked around at all the flushed faces, knowing he probably looked the same. He felt a burning in his cheeks from the run, a light sweat layering his skin, and an all too exhilarated look on his face. Even with the fear evident on his friends' faces, the smile didn't even falter from it's place. He wanted to see this monster, not listen to Gabe tale of it. Then he realized something - the others were there, although he had thought they would have been driving on without knowing anything was wrong at all. He felt sort of foolish that he hadn't noticed, even after he looked at all their faces. But his mind was on other things, still thrilled and practically bouncing, ready to set off into the night again. He didn't wait to hear an answer to Penny's question, all though he was sure he'd be wondering about it later. After a moment's pause, seeming just as excited as he was, his best friend whispered in his ear, in some what of a teasing tone. Rolling his eyes, he leaned forward to whisper back. "Hey Penny, stupid question." He grinned and pulled back slightly to look at her twinkling eyes. Her spirit was wild and crazy, that was for sure. She wasn't waiting around for eye gazing though, for soon he felt himself being pulled around and dragged back into the woods. Even at their brisk run, it wasn't fast enough for the petite girl. Hand and hand, he strode ahead with his much longer legs. "Penny, come on." He snickered. Together the backtracked Dallas and Gabe's foot prints, straining their eyes to make them out, made only harder by the dark. Matt found himself instead just going off of memory of which way they had came. The snow was rather a pain to run through, and soon his legs were aching, his clothing soaked. Yet they went on until they came to a clearing.
He fought the urge to yell into the night, just to provoke his friend, but managed to keep quiet until she had surveyed the area. Disappointed that there was no monster, he left out a gentle sigh, yet refused to allow it to ruin his mood. Instead he laughed, as she stated the obvious. "Well aren't you bright," He smiled as she stepped closer to him. Jumping at the spur of the moment idea, he tackled Penny into the wet, cold snow. "Oops," He titled his head, green eyes gleaming mischievously. "I'll make up for it, I promise. I'll keep you warm." Standing, he helped her up, and wrapped an arm around her shoulders, holding her tightly by his side. They back tracked to the others, both of them shivering in their soaked clothing. Yet Matt was completely happy, feeling only bad for making her colder. Too soon they were with the rest of the group again, Penny going on in a teasing voice. Trying his best to ignore the blush coloring his cheeks, he dropped his arm, and instead shoved his hands deeply into his pockets for warmth. Beside him, his accomplice did the same. But her eyes were on Gabe. Brows furrowing slightly, he looked away and ignored the conversation going on around him. So when cold arms wrapped around him, he was surprised by unexpected gesture. He looked down into the worried face of no other than Isolde. The look on her face made him wrap his arms around her automatically, holding her close. "I'm sorry." He murmured, unsure of what to do as she sobbed against him. Forgetting about everyone else, he leaned forward and kissed her forehead. He was her younger, older brother, if that made any sense at all. He didn't want to see her sweet face contorted with tears. "Everything's okay, though." Matt's hand pressed against her face, cold against cold, and tilted it up so she was forced to look at him. "I promise." He offered a reassuring smile, before squeezing her tightly once more. This seemed somewhat out of character for him, but all the same he did it, unaware if anyone happened to be watching the display. And it was likely that they were. Mathew, their Mathew, actually having a heart? Wow.
Too soon the best friends halted, arriving at the gathering point of their friends. He looked around at all the flushed faces, knowing he probably looked the same. He felt a burning in his cheeks from the run, a light sweat layering his skin, and an all too exhilarated look on his face. Even with the fear evident on his friends' faces, the smile didn't even falter from it's place. He wanted to see this monster, not listen to Gabe tale of it. Then he realized something - the others were there, although he had thought they would have been driving on without knowing anything was wrong at all. He felt sort of foolish that he hadn't noticed, even after he looked at all their faces. But his mind was on other things, still thrilled and practically bouncing, ready to set off into the night again. He didn't wait to hear an answer to Penny's question, all though he was sure he'd be wondering about it later. After a moment's pause, seeming just as excited as he was, his best friend whispered in his ear, in some what of a teasing tone. Rolling his eyes, he leaned forward to whisper back. "Hey Penny, stupid question." He grinned and pulled back slightly to look at her twinkling eyes. Her spirit was wild and crazy, that was for sure. She wasn't waiting around for eye gazing though, for soon he felt himself being pulled around and dragged back into the woods. Even at their brisk run, it wasn't fast enough for the petite girl. Hand and hand, he strode ahead with his much longer legs. "Penny, come on." He snickered. Together the backtracked Dallas and Gabe's foot prints, straining their eyes to make them out, made only harder by the dark. Matt found himself instead just going off of memory of which way they had came. The snow was rather a pain to run through, and soon his legs were aching, his clothing soaked. Yet they went on until they came to a clearing.
He fought the urge to yell into the night, just to provoke his friend, but managed to keep quiet until she had surveyed the area. Disappointed that there was no monster, he left out a gentle sigh, yet refused to allow it to ruin his mood. Instead he laughed, as she stated the obvious. "Well aren't you bright," He smiled as she stepped closer to him. Jumping at the spur of the moment idea, he tackled Penny into the wet, cold snow. "Oops," He titled his head, green eyes gleaming mischievously. "I'll make up for it, I promise. I'll keep you warm." Standing, he helped her up, and wrapped an arm around her shoulders, holding her tightly by his side. They back tracked to the others, both of them shivering in their soaked clothing. Yet Matt was completely happy, feeling only bad for making her colder. Too soon they were with the rest of the group again, Penny going on in a teasing voice. Trying his best to ignore the blush coloring his cheeks, he dropped his arm, and instead shoved his hands deeply into his pockets for warmth. Beside him, his accomplice did the same. But her eyes were on Gabe. Brows furrowing slightly, he looked away and ignored the conversation going on around him. So when cold arms wrapped around him, he was surprised by unexpected gesture. He looked down into the worried face of no other than Isolde. The look on her face made him wrap his arms around her automatically, holding her close. "I'm sorry." He murmured, unsure of what to do as she sobbed against him. Forgetting about everyone else, he leaned forward and kissed her forehead. He was her younger, older brother, if that made any sense at all. He didn't want to see her sweet face contorted with tears. "Everything's okay, though." Matt's hand pressed against her face, cold against cold, and tilted it up so she was forced to look at him. "I promise." He offered a reassuring smile, before squeezing her tightly once more. This seemed somewhat out of character for him, but all the same he did it, unaware if anyone happened to be watching the display. And it was likely that they were. Mathew, their Mathew, actually having a heart? Wow.
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- xxxThere's so much left to see,
xI don't know what's going over m e,
xxxxThere's so much that I could see,
xxBut I'd rather shut my eyes,
xxxxxI'd rather shut my eyes.
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- The morning had come far too early for the young wizard of fifteen. It felt as though he drifted to sleep moments before his alarm clock was going off. For a moment, Matt just lay there, wondering if he could manage to sleep through it. Odds were he could - he could sleep through anything. He wasn't that lucky though, for just as he was about to drift once more, his mother came scurrying in, looking flustered as she did every year. "Matty, love, time to wake up! You don't want to be late." She continued on breathlessly. His mother found the magical world fascinating, and he couldn't blame her. She was a muggle, as he had thought he was growing up. Look at it from their view: they had been born with vivid imaginations, believing in all sorts of things. They would grow up, and be told it was all fake. That none of it was real. Including magic. So when his adopted parents had first been told he was a wizard, they had been disbelieving. But you can't deny what's right in front of you, and it explained quite a bit of things. "I have your breakfast ready and everything." She cooed, pulling back his covers and nudging his arm. "Come on now, before it gets cold." He knew her well enough to know the old "five more minutes" trick wasn't going to be working any time soon. Giving up, the boy opened his eyes, bright light hurting his eyes. "I'm up, I'm up." He muttered to his Mom, who looked at him expectantly. With a girlish laugh, she left the room, most likely off to chat with her husband. Boy, she was weird. With a slight smile on his lips, despite not being able to sleep any longer, Matt crossed the room, feet silent against the carpet.
Deciding he'd wait to get ready until after he ate , he followed his mom down the steps. "What did you make for breakfast?" He wondered out loud, stomach rumbling quietly. His mom turned and smiled over her shoulder, making towards the kitchen. "Just eggs, bacon, and toast." The classics, Matt though to himself. He couldn't deny it sounded appealing, however. His face must have displayed this, because as he sat down at the table, his father smiled, amused. "Better hurry, love, I think he'll start gnawing on the table soon." His parents really were nice, even if they could be a pain sometimes. Raising his eyebrow slightly, the wizard looked at his father as if to ask, 'Me? Never.' This, of course, made the love able couple laugh. Before he had time to speak, a plate was sat before him. Without wasting a moment, he seemed to inhale the food right up. "That's my boy." Came his dad's voice, once again teasing. His mom shook her head, smile in place. "Well, you should have plenty of time to get ready now. If I had known you'd shovel it in like that, I wouldn't have had to wake you up so early." The idea of having more sleep was appealing, but it would be his luck that if he had slept in, he would have ate loads slower. Matt jumped up, taking a detour to drop his plate in the sink, before heading back up the stairs to get ready. It was better this way. His parents could even stop for gas, if need be. Personally, he didn't like traveling the muggle way, once introduced to brooms and port keys, even floo powder systems. He wasn't going to complain though. He was lucky he had parents so understanding. They could have declined the idea of him going off to Hogwarts. Or they could have been real jerks, who treated him as Harry Potter had been by the Dudley's. Oh, of course he knew of the famous Harry Potter! Everyone did! In fact, his children were attending Hogwarts with Matty.
He and James Potter had hit it off nicely, mostly because the older wizard loved trouble just as much as Mathew did. And being a seventh year, he had much more schemes. They found plenty of time to sneak around and have some good old fun. But you'll soon see that for yourself, so let's continue while our little wizard gets ready. Brushing his hair took only moments, before he was onto his teeth, and pulling on his favorite muggle clothing. He had only to grab his trunk, wand, and Fierce before they were ready to go. Heading off to his room, he passed his mom who was talking on the phone to one of her gossipy friends. Lucky for him, his mom wasn't like her, so the wizardry world was still safe. Once inside his room, he glanced around for that pesky kitten. "Here kitty, kitty," He smiled, crouching down to pick up the soft ball of fur. "There you go," He murmured, once the kitten had settled in his arms, purring as he was pet. "You don't have to get in your cage yet, but you will when we get to the train station." Fierce tilted his small head, as if to beg, "Do I have to?" Laughing softly, cat in hand, Matt grabbed his trunk and trudged down the stairs. "Got everything love?" His mom asked, clearly off the phone, before finding the answer herself. Soon she was off, back up the stairs, before returning with Fierce's carry on cage and Matty's wand. "Your so forgetful, child." She kissed his forehead on her way past, making the teen cringe slightly. As long she got it over with now, and not at the station, he was fine. It was then that the three of them left the house, his father going on about how spoiled the small kitten was, and how much better his toad had been. His father's only liked the toad better because Matt had always kept it in it's cage, and it made little sound at all. Meanwhile, the kitten was small ball of energy, always into something. In fact, at that very moment it was chewing on Matt's finger.
Rain splattered the window as they drove on, time still plenty. Realizing this, his mom pulled into the gas station. Begin the gentleman his father jumped out of the car, walking around to fill the tank, before dashing through the rain to pay. There was silence, besides the light pellets of rain hitting the car, along with the kittens mewing at Matt. Finally, his father returned, and off they went again. Some country music filled the car, although neither Mathew nor his father, Andrew, liked it they said nothing since Angie did. His mom seemed to rule the car. It was, after all, bought for her, so she had rights to it. Smirking out the window, Matt felt excitement rush through him. Going to Hogwarts was never dull. There was always something going on. The family waited until Fierce was safe from the rain in his cage, before once again dashing to the doors. Trunk in one hand, carry on cage in the other, and wand stuffed in his jean pocket, the wizard followed his parents through the crowds of people. It seemed like their 'extra time' had vanished, and they found themselves rushing towards platform nine and three quarters. Breathless, they took a look around, before as casually as possible, melting into the beam. Next thing they knew, the platform mystified in front of them. Everyone was saying their goodbyes, and hunkering on board. Turning to his loving parents, he smiled. "See ya!" Since he had no free hands, there were no hugs, although his mother did manage a kiss on the cheek. How, he didn't know. She was just sneaky that way. Following the other students, most of them familiar, he boarded the train. It seemed as though most compartments were taken, so he headed for the back instead. Any other time he would meet his friends, having arranged a place, but he had forgotten to check his cell this morning. He hadn't even thought of it once. When you were at Hogwarts, devices of those sorts never worked.
Finally Mathew found himself at the back of the train, and settled his things into the storage space, before taking his wand, and Fierce, of course, into the compartment itself. Lucky for him, it was empty, as he had hoped. Perhaps one of his friends would find him. Not likely, but still. He felt rather anti social sitting by himself. The kitten mewed at him, having been left out of his cage. "I didn't forget about you," The raven-haired boy laughed, and pulled the animal onto his lap. Whistles blew, making Fierce's ears twitch, and glance around curiously for the source of the sound. Smiling, still, Matty slid to the window and waved as his parents fell away behind them. Leaning back with a sigh, he settled himself in for a long ride. After all - he had only a kitten for company. Time seemed to taunt him, dragging by painfully slow. To distract himself some, he climbed from his seat, leaving the mewing animal behind. He just hoped it wouldn't tear something up in his absence. It wasn't like he'd be gone long. The trolly was just down the aisle some, anyway. Icy eyes adverting around him curiously, he approached, and handed the lady some galleons in exchange for his favorite candies. Loaded up, he walked back to his compartment. His mood had lifted further, since he heard some girls chattering about changing into their robes for they would be arriving soon. The idea of having to be alone was no longer taunting. Fierce, however, was. The moment Matt walked in, he jumped into his arms, being his nosy self. "No candy for you," He said, although he ended up handing over something for the kitten to try anyway. As his pet was chewing away, the teen instead looked around for any obvious damage. Oddly enough, there was none. That was a first, considering the cat couldn't be left alone for three minutes at home without wrecking something. "Good boy," He stroked the small head, rewarding him with yet another candy. "That's all though." He murmured, before entering the hall once more. He dragged his dress robes from his trunk, before returning inside to change. Mathew was once again thrilled, as the train lurched closer and closer to his favorite school.
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- The morning came too early for Ethan, although it was already ten o' clock. He loved to sleep in, and lucky for him, he had a few days off before he would need to go to school again. Of course that meant work to make up, but he didn't care. Stifling a yawn, he rolled over and turned off his cell phone's alarm. The music instantly died away, and for a moment he lay there, eyes heavy, considering going back to sleep. But no luck for him, since moments later his mom poked her head around the corner to make sure he was up. With a quick smile, she was off again, probably to check something she was cooking. His mom loved to bake, which was quite nice, really. It meant all sorts of sweets to snack on, year round. Not just at the holidays, although things seemed to be specially made for Christmas. The cookies had extra chocolate chips, and the brownies seemed extra sweet. Thinking of all of it nearly made him forget about what day it was: His first day back in town. The cozy little neighborhood didn't seem to change at all. He was already loving waking up in his old bedroom. A smile spread across his face, glad that the weeks of moving stuff had finally come to an end. In fact, his parents promised they weren't moving again. The idea made him happy - he remembered being absolutely heart broken as a child when he learned of the move. Being back felt so good. Suddenly, he couldn't wait to get ready and start the day. The sooner three o' clock rolled around, the sooner he saw his dear best friend.
All but jumping from bed, Ethan quickly made his way to his dresser. He selected a pair of jeans, and a band tee. Of course he'd wear his checkered hoodie, too. Eager to get it over with, he walked down the hall, ignoring sleepy muttering from his little sister, Kylie. She was only five, and he found her quite cute, but for now she could go cuddle up with Abby or Chelsea. He was getting ready to hang out with his best friend, after all! Casting her a small smile, because he would feel bad otherwise, he continued past and to the bathroom. With two older sisters, it was rare the bathroom was open, but he had slept in a little. At least for this family. His mom was an early bird, and his dad would sleep all day. Their mother usually had them up early, even on weekends. Sometimes she would treat them with lazy days, though. All of their children, except Abby, took after their Dad. She had probably been up at six or seven, ready to begin her day. She usually wasn't home much, having graduated and gotten into college. That was one reason for moving back. It was easier for Abby to get to classes. She could walk. It wasn't a huge school or anything, since the town wasn't big, either, but it was still a good one. Rubbing his tired eyes, Ethan took advantage of having the bathroom without sisters banging the door down. Chelsea should have been up, already in the process of applying her "face" as he said, but she might have already set out, too. She had also graduated high school, being Abby's twin, but she however had chosen to wait a year before going to college. So her friends didn't have school. Most likely, being just as excited as Ethan, she had set off earlier to take advantage of the whole day.
He had set the alarm knowing he couldn't see Jewels until after three, but he felt nervous, and wanted to have plenty of time. Ethan didn't want her coming in after years to see him in boxers with messy hair. He sort of felt like it was a first impression all over again. Sure, they had kept in contact, but they had drifted apart slightly over the years. He didn't care though. Remembering all the fun they had together, he knew they would be able to fall back into their easy relationship. Right? He had been told he changed, mostly by his family. He noticed it sometimes, too, but not often. Was it true? Would she recognize him? He hoped so. He seriously needed to chill out. Pushing all thoughts from his head, he threw his clothes somewhere dry, and jumped into the shower. Immediately the hot water soothed him, calming him. This was his best friend. He could be his self around her. A smile lingering on his face, he took a moment to bask in the warm water, before carrying on with the usual bathing. Hair, body, done. Soon he found himself shaking water from his hair, and drying off. Once he finished, he pulled on his clothes, mood lifting as he walked from the bathroom and read the clock. Already it was twelve. So by the time he was done and ready, plus ate, he wouldn't have long to wait for Jewels. 'Even thinking about it! Get your a** moving.' Ethan couldn't keep a smile from his face as he reentered the bathroom and brushed his hair and teeth, before moving on to styling his hair like he always did. Of course, Jewels wouldn't know the new style, because he had always had a simple cut growing up. His hair had also been blond, but now he had died it jet black. He liked the change. His thoughts were still on her as he put on a little eyeliner, and headed off to the kitchen.
The smell of sugar cookies greeted Ethan, and he became very aware of the hunger gnawing away at him. Grabbing a bowl, he placed himself at the counter, and picked out some Captain Crunch. He poured both the cereal and milk into the bowl, before settling himself at the table, spoon in hand. His mom walked in, then, Kylie on her hip. The blue eyed girl could deceive you, and make you believe she was an angel. But that was far off mark. She could be a little trouble maker at times. Oh boy was that true. She was spoiled, too. If you asked him, five was far too old to be carried around and babied, but his mother seemed to think other wise. "Morning Love. Or, afternoon I should say." She said, directing it at the teen who was now shoveling down some cereal. "Isn't it a bit late for breakfast?" Sure enough, the clock read twelve. Maybe he would be seeing his beloved friend sooner than he though. Smiling in return, he swallowed before replying. "I didn't notice the time. I was way too hungry to cook anything anyway." His Mom smiled to herself, and sat Kylie down at the table. "I was about to put on some macaroni and cheese. Do you want some?" Ethan had been about to get a second bowl of cereal, but a hot meal did sound loads better. "Sure," He felt slightly hoggish, but hey. He was a growing teenager, after all. Too anxious to sit still, he left the kitchen, leaving behind the conversation between Kylie and their Mom. Sure, he loved them both, but he didn't feel like talking. Shielding his eyes against the sun, he pulled on a hoodie on his way out the door. It was warm, with the normal rush of fall air. Breathing in the brisk scent, he stood there for a moment, taking in the view of the neighborhood he had grown up in.
Pulling himself away, he instead went to the garage and got out his old skateboard. He didn't skate much, but he loved it when he did. Ethan rode out onto the road, glad to be home once again. It wasn't busy out there at all, while where they used to live, you could hardly even cross the street. It was nice. He liked the fast pace of the big city, but stirring up trouble in his home town was even better. He had to make the fun himself, which made it all the more satisfying. He spent the next five to ten minutes skateboarding, sometimes falling in his attempts to do tricks he hadn't done in ages, while other times discovery he could do some with complete ease. Everything about being back was great. He felt part of him slowly begin to fall back into place. It felt good to start to be himself again. The big city had affected him more than he knew. But it would take more than one day to get the old Ethan back. "Honey, food's ready," His Mom called. Jumping slightly, the raven-haired teen rode his board back into the garage before smiling briefly at his mother, eyes sparkling like they hadn't in a long time. A smile instantly fell upon her lips as she followed him back into the house. Even though Ethan's dad was at work, and it was just Kylie, his mom, and himself - he still found it nice to be eating with the family. It was something he hadn't done in a while, usually choosing to eat in front of the tv or in his room. The conversation was light and playful, his mom asking about when he was meeting up with Jewels. He told her she was coming by as soon as school was out, excitement filling his voice all the while. Everyone liked her, she was a nice girl, and a real sweetheart, too. Kylie was the only one who didn't remember her though. She had been too young. Finally, all the dishes were cleared of mac n cheese, stomachs full. Ethan had two to three hours left, and nothing to do. Biting his lip and leaning his chair back on two legs, he thought of things to do. Of course, this earned him a scolding from his mother. "I really wish you wouldn't do that." She murmured, before heading off to put the young child in the tub.
Humoring his mom, Ethan put the chair back on four legs, as it was supposed to be. Gnawing his lip, the idea of what to do still gnawed at him. Then it hit him. 'Video games!' Of course. That always made the time fly. He headed back to his room, turning on the ps2 on his way to his bed. Plopping down, he immediately was sucked into the digital world. He was unaware as Kylie finished her bath, and unaware as his mom took out the warm cookies, unaware even as their was a knock at the door. "Ethan!" His mom yelled, "It's Jewels!" He could then hear the opening of the door, and a warm welcoming from his mother. "It's good to see you again, dear." Ethan walked down the stairs in time to see her hug his friend, as Kylie poked her head from around her mom's leg curiously. "Don't be shy." Her mom cooed, before moving out of the way so she could come inside. Ethan beamed at the sight of Jewels. She also seemed to change, but he would never forget that face. Without thinking, he wrapped her in a warm hug. His spirits hadn't been higher for years. It felt so good to reunite with his best friend. "Now, how about you two catch up over some cookies, while me and Kylie go see if there's any cartoons on." She left them alone in the kitchen, a small blush covering the boy's cheeks. "Hey." He said rather shyly, which didn't fit his personality at all. The blush darkened, and he scolded himself mentally. What was wrong with him?! He seemed very conscious of how pretty she was, and how much she had grown and changed. He hoped she wouldn't notice how exited and nervous he was - she may think it silly to be so worked up over it.
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xxxI like you the way you are xxxxxxWhen we're, driving in my car
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ιт тαкєѕ ωιтн ιттɧɘ ¢σмρυℓʂινɘ α∂ɗι¢৳συя нσρєѕ αη∂ ∂яєαмѕ
ßᴙєαkɗøωɴɱα৳ɦєω ∂αɳıɘℓ ∂ємɘ৳яıuϩIυ η в я є α к α в ℓ є
ßᴙєαkɗøωɴɱα৳ɦєω ∂αɳıɘℓ ∂ємɘ৳яıuϩIυ η в я є α к α в ℓ є
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- xxxxxI'd rather shut my eyes...
xxxCall this a m a s k, call me strong;
xCall me a mess, call me wrong.
xxxxxx'Cause sick hearts do fine,
xxxWith wasting their time.
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As Isolde seemed to calm down a bit, he left go of her slender frame, offering one last comforting smile. He was surprised by his behavior, but it wasn't a bad thing. In fact, it felt sort of nice. Hiding emotions was rather a pain. 'Not going soft, are we?' Matt rolled his eyes, quietly scoffing to himself. No, of course not. Just because he wasn't a total d**k didn't mean he was going soft. With a smirk, he lifted his eyes, watching the scene unfold before him. There seemed to be a heated argument, though he didn't feel like trying to figure out the reason for it. Really, what did he care? He didn't want dragged into it. It just seemed as though everyone was stressed out over the whole thing. They needed to chill, and worry more about how they were getting home, right? It sounded simple enough to him. Before he knew what was happening, Rory seemed to stumble into the group, meanwhile two left. Raising a brow, but not about to ask where they were going, he watched as Greg and Dallas vanished into the darkness. It didn't sound smart - but then again, who was he to judge? He was the druggie, that defiantly wasn't smart. It didn't seem as though they would be the only ones to leave, though. Penny, looking extremely pissed about something, stumbled right into him and his little sister figure. She apologized, yet being her best friend, Matt knew she didn't mean it. In fact, he got the feeling she was mad at him.
Now, really, it shouldn't have took him so long to figure it out. Why hadn't he noticed her looking at Isolde and himself like that? He had been worried about his friend, that's all. Why was she reacting to harshly? He bit his lip for a minute, not liking the fact that she was pissed at all. If it was someone else, he could care less. But it was him. They rarely fought! Matt watched the trouble maker invent an excuse, before stalking off into the dark. He knew she was fearless, but with all the drama about a monster, he didn't want her off on her own. It didn't even have to be a monster out there. It could be some pervert, just waiting for a girl to pass... Okay, seriously? A pervert hiding in the woods? Honestly, he needed some sleep, or something. He truly was going insane. 'So be it,' He thought bitterly, before taking off after Penny, offering no explanation to the others. They should know by now that the two were close as could be. Of course he'd go after her. His feet hit off the ground below, as he followed after at a fast walking pace. "Penny?" He called into the night. It felt oddly silent, with only the sounds of his own feet breaking twigs and snapping branches, and further ahead, Penny's. He felt a shiver run up his spine, a cold feeling setting into his bones. The night loved to play with your mind. And he loved the night. His heart started to hammer, a smile on his lips. Matt felt as though he was breaking the silence - a loud crashing through the recently silent woods. Oh, they had to hear it off for miles. It sounded as though elephants were stomping through.
There he went, again. 'Course it really wouldn't be heard for miles. In fact, he could no longer hear the others, so they could no longer hear him. They were only minutes apart. Enough with the exaggerations. It wasn't time to ride an adrenaline rush, or try and scare oneself. Was he forgetting about the lovely girl trying to get away from him? No, no, of course not. Matt picked up his pace. He had a feeling she wouldn't be stopping for him, even if she had heard him call for her. Luckily, he wasn't in danger of losing her, as long as she went back to check on Wendi, as she had said she was. Matt sniffled, a smile still in place, despite the shivering that now went through his body. It was odd, that feeling. He was cold, yet sweating slightly from the quick pace and energy it took to push your way through the woods. His hands were in front of him, holding back thorns and branches from his face. Of course this resulted in several minor scratches on his hands, but the only stringing was that from cold. Soon they would be going numb, which would be better than this, at least. he looked forward to it. Sighing softly, Matt squinted, trying to see Penny ahead of him. The night was lit only by moonlight, so the task was not an easy one. Giving up, he instead decided he would try calling once more. They should be coming to the car soon, anyway. "Penny! Stop, please? Look, I'm sorry."
Now, really, it shouldn't have took him so long to figure it out. Why hadn't he noticed her looking at Isolde and himself like that? He had been worried about his friend, that's all. Why was she reacting to harshly? He bit his lip for a minute, not liking the fact that she was pissed at all. If it was someone else, he could care less. But it was him. They rarely fought! Matt watched the trouble maker invent an excuse, before stalking off into the dark. He knew she was fearless, but with all the drama about a monster, he didn't want her off on her own. It didn't even have to be a monster out there. It could be some pervert, just waiting for a girl to pass... Okay, seriously? A pervert hiding in the woods? Honestly, he needed some sleep, or something. He truly was going insane. 'So be it,' He thought bitterly, before taking off after Penny, offering no explanation to the others. They should know by now that the two were close as could be. Of course he'd go after her. His feet hit off the ground below, as he followed after at a fast walking pace. "Penny?" He called into the night. It felt oddly silent, with only the sounds of his own feet breaking twigs and snapping branches, and further ahead, Penny's. He felt a shiver run up his spine, a cold feeling setting into his bones. The night loved to play with your mind. And he loved the night. His heart started to hammer, a smile on his lips. Matt felt as though he was breaking the silence - a loud crashing through the recently silent woods. Oh, they had to hear it off for miles. It sounded as though elephants were stomping through.
There he went, again. 'Course it really wouldn't be heard for miles. In fact, he could no longer hear the others, so they could no longer hear him. They were only minutes apart. Enough with the exaggerations. It wasn't time to ride an adrenaline rush, or try and scare oneself. Was he forgetting about the lovely girl trying to get away from him? No, no, of course not. Matt picked up his pace. He had a feeling she wouldn't be stopping for him, even if she had heard him call for her. Luckily, he wasn't in danger of losing her, as long as she went back to check on Wendi, as she had said she was. Matt sniffled, a smile still in place, despite the shivering that now went through his body. It was odd, that feeling. He was cold, yet sweating slightly from the quick pace and energy it took to push your way through the woods. His hands were in front of him, holding back thorns and branches from his face. Of course this resulted in several minor scratches on his hands, but the only stringing was that from cold. Soon they would be going numb, which would be better than this, at least. he looked forward to it. Sighing softly, Matt squinted, trying to see Penny ahead of him. The night was lit only by moonlight, so the task was not an easy one. Giving up, he instead decided he would try calling once more. They should be coming to the car soon, anyway. "Penny! Stop, please? Look, I'm sorry."
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- xxxThere's so much left to see,
xI don't know what's going over m e,
xxxxThere's so much that I could see,
xxBut I'd rather shut my eyes,
xxxxxI'd rather shut my eyes.
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- Brooklyn Justine Monroe
THE GIGGLY ADVENTURER
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Brooklyn was on her stomach, tongue sticking out, and eyes set determinedly on the television. If you didn't figure it out yet, she was playing video games - Grand Theft Auto, to be exact. Her golden hair fell into her eyes, and she considered wasting the energy to brush it aside. She didn't have to worry though, because moments later her alarm clock went off, making her jump violently and almost fall off the bed. Wide eyed, she paused the game, rolled over, and stared at the red numbers that floated in front of her eyes. It couldn't be time to get up already! She hadn't even slept at all! No, she wasn't going to believe that was the time. She rolled off the bed, and grabbed her cell which lay charging on the floor, eyes darting to the small screen. It was, in fact, six in the morning. What did she do now? She shifted her weight from foot to foot, biting her lip, as she became aware of how heavy her eyes truly were. Behind her, the door opened, probably her aunt checking to see if she was getting up. Sure enough, the teen turned to face her beloved mother figure.
"Gooooood morning. When was the last time I told you how much I love you?" She said, dragging out the vowels in "good", an attempt at false cheerfulness. The bags under her eyes, along with the stilled television screen must have gave her away though. It couldn't have been her acting skills. "You were up all night, weren't you?!" Her aunt demanded, her usually gentle face contorted in a glare. "Honestly, Brooklyn! I would have thought by now you'd have enough sense to get some sleep!" With that, she flicked hair over her shoulder angrily, before raging on. "If I was smart, I'd cancel this trip right now." She muttered, turning off the still blaring alarm clock. "Don't even think about going back to sleep, either. You can just stay up now, and suffer for your own immaturity. I want you downstairs and ready by seven!" She huffed from the room, door slamming behind her. Silence filled the room for a moment, a small giggle building up inside Brooke. "That went well." She said to herself, the giggle bubbling out, doubling her over as she grasped her stomach. Really, it wasn't anything worth laughing at, but lack of sleep does funny stuff to ones brain.
After a few minutes of endless giggling, she finally managed to calm herself down and get her breathing back to normal. But once she was settled, she was also reminded of her game. Grinning childishly at the screen, she nearly pounced on the controller. Really, if she stayed up all night, it had to be interesting, or it seemed pointless. And, in fact, she found it to be very addicting. Currently, she was set on doing all the missions, and had only a few to go. More less saying "screw it" to getting ready, she bounced back into her position, sleepiness forgotten. She remained like this, face screwed up in concentration, as she fought her way through to the end of the game. Happy, she finally pushed away the controller, rubbing her aching head. With a jolt, her eyes once again landed on the digital clock. "s**t!" The light haired female exclaimed, jumping up instantly. She had a trip to attend! The teen grabbed a nice outfit at random, and headed off to the bathroom for one of the quickest showers ever. Shutting the door behind her, she immediately stripped and jumped in. Not even eight minutes later, she was finished, and onto drying off and pulling on here clothes.
Brushing, drying, and curling her hair came next, followed by brushing her teeth, doing her makeup, and finishing it all off with deodorant and spritz of her favorite body spray. Brooke rushed into her room to check the time, wincing as it red "7:15". They should be leaving! Sighing softly, she grabbed her stuff, and prodded the furry kitten with her foot, before bounding out of her room, and down the stairs. The sleepy cat mewed after her, seemingly only half awake. Brooke, however, was just seeming to get herself up and moving again. Shaking her curly hair from her face, she looked into the face of her exasperated aunt. "Ready?" She beamed, as though they weren't running late or anything. "Yes," Her aunt sighed, taking one of her bags. She turned to exit the house, when she spotted the sleepy animal trailing behind them. "She's not going on the trip. We're still dropping her off at Wendy's." The woman said firmly. Brooke rolled her eyes, before picked up the small animal with her free hand. An impatient "tsk" came from her Aunt, who was waiting by the door. "We're going to be late picking up the other kids! Come on!"
"Did you miss your cup of coffee this morning or something?" The teen asked, totally unaffected by her guardians bad mood. Trying to hide a smile, the woman shook her head, before leading the way out the door. The pair slid into the car, Brooke getting shotgun. It was her aunt, after all. A sleepy silence, along with purring from Nichole, the oddly named cat, was all that was heard. Deciding it was too quiet for her liking, the blond started to hum, bouncing slightly in her seat. "I'm hungry." She announced, which resulted in 'the look' from her Aunt. Brooke was really pressing some buttons today, and she knew it. "If someone would have got up..." She started, before shaking her head, and pulling into the parking lot of a Starbucks, and handing over a bill. "Get me my coffee, and get yourself something to eat." Grinning mischievously, Brooklyn bounced from the van and into the store, bill in hand. Calls of "hurry" and something like "spoiled brat" where heard behind her, but she payed no mind as she approached the counter. She ordered her Aunt's preferred coffee, before going on to get a chocolate chip muffin and a hot cocoa. A few moments passed, the girl humming again as she waited. Finally, it was ready. "Thank you very much, ma'am!" She grinned, waggling her eyebrows, which received a laugh and a "is this girl crazy?" look.
She didn't care, though. Back into the car she soon was, already eating away at her food. "Thank you," She said sweetly, blue eyed playing her Aunt, before leaning across and giving her a kiss on the cheek. With a sigh, the woman gave in and smiled back. "I swear your crazy, girl..." She murmured, sipping her coffee. They were off again, Brooke singing to the radio, even as they dropped off the cat, and picked up her friends, along with others who simply wanted to go. Time passed in a blur, the girl mostly talking to her aunt, before at last, they reached Grovesburg. The van came to a halt in front of the hotel, one of the only vehicles in the whole town. The passengers unloaded, all except Brooke and her Aunt. Once they were out, the rode the bus like van around to the back, where they finally parked. "Ready?!" Asked the teen, dragging her aunt into the hotel anyway. Everyone seemed to already be locked in conversations, or off to find their rooms. With a curious look around, the two made their way to the desk. They were handed their keys to their rooms, her Aunt taking their stuff up while Brooke looked around at the others. "Hello!" She announced rather loudly, noticing some broken furnishings, but not worrying much. This place was old. It reminded her of a ghost town; but then, it was rumored to be haunted.
A small chill ran up her spine, the thought actually rather pleasing. Things of a paranormal state interested her very much. At least things wouldn't be dull, right? Someone should have told her she'd be wishing she hadn't come at all.
"Gooooood morning. When was the last time I told you how much I love you?" She said, dragging out the vowels in "good", an attempt at false cheerfulness. The bags under her eyes, along with the stilled television screen must have gave her away though. It couldn't have been her acting skills. "You were up all night, weren't you?!" Her aunt demanded, her usually gentle face contorted in a glare. "Honestly, Brooklyn! I would have thought by now you'd have enough sense to get some sleep!" With that, she flicked hair over her shoulder angrily, before raging on. "If I was smart, I'd cancel this trip right now." She muttered, turning off the still blaring alarm clock. "Don't even think about going back to sleep, either. You can just stay up now, and suffer for your own immaturity. I want you downstairs and ready by seven!" She huffed from the room, door slamming behind her. Silence filled the room for a moment, a small giggle building up inside Brooke. "That went well." She said to herself, the giggle bubbling out, doubling her over as she grasped her stomach. Really, it wasn't anything worth laughing at, but lack of sleep does funny stuff to ones brain.
After a few minutes of endless giggling, she finally managed to calm herself down and get her breathing back to normal. But once she was settled, she was also reminded of her game. Grinning childishly at the screen, she nearly pounced on the controller. Really, if she stayed up all night, it had to be interesting, or it seemed pointless. And, in fact, she found it to be very addicting. Currently, she was set on doing all the missions, and had only a few to go. More less saying "screw it" to getting ready, she bounced back into her position, sleepiness forgotten. She remained like this, face screwed up in concentration, as she fought her way through to the end of the game. Happy, she finally pushed away the controller, rubbing her aching head. With a jolt, her eyes once again landed on the digital clock. "s**t!" The light haired female exclaimed, jumping up instantly. She had a trip to attend! The teen grabbed a nice outfit at random, and headed off to the bathroom for one of the quickest showers ever. Shutting the door behind her, she immediately stripped and jumped in. Not even eight minutes later, she was finished, and onto drying off and pulling on here clothes.
Brushing, drying, and curling her hair came next, followed by brushing her teeth, doing her makeup, and finishing it all off with deodorant and spritz of her favorite body spray. Brooke rushed into her room to check the time, wincing as it red "7:15". They should be leaving! Sighing softly, she grabbed her stuff, and prodded the furry kitten with her foot, before bounding out of her room, and down the stairs. The sleepy cat mewed after her, seemingly only half awake. Brooke, however, was just seeming to get herself up and moving again. Shaking her curly hair from her face, she looked into the face of her exasperated aunt. "Ready?" She beamed, as though they weren't running late or anything. "Yes," Her aunt sighed, taking one of her bags. She turned to exit the house, when she spotted the sleepy animal trailing behind them. "She's not going on the trip. We're still dropping her off at Wendy's." The woman said firmly. Brooke rolled her eyes, before picked up the small animal with her free hand. An impatient "tsk" came from her Aunt, who was waiting by the door. "We're going to be late picking up the other kids! Come on!"
"Did you miss your cup of coffee this morning or something?" The teen asked, totally unaffected by her guardians bad mood. Trying to hide a smile, the woman shook her head, before leading the way out the door. The pair slid into the car, Brooke getting shotgun. It was her aunt, after all. A sleepy silence, along with purring from Nichole, the oddly named cat, was all that was heard. Deciding it was too quiet for her liking, the blond started to hum, bouncing slightly in her seat. "I'm hungry." She announced, which resulted in 'the look' from her Aunt. Brooke was really pressing some buttons today, and she knew it. "If someone would have got up..." She started, before shaking her head, and pulling into the parking lot of a Starbucks, and handing over a bill. "Get me my coffee, and get yourself something to eat." Grinning mischievously, Brooklyn bounced from the van and into the store, bill in hand. Calls of "hurry" and something like "spoiled brat" where heard behind her, but she payed no mind as she approached the counter. She ordered her Aunt's preferred coffee, before going on to get a chocolate chip muffin and a hot cocoa. A few moments passed, the girl humming again as she waited. Finally, it was ready. "Thank you very much, ma'am!" She grinned, waggling her eyebrows, which received a laugh and a "is this girl crazy?" look.
She didn't care, though. Back into the car she soon was, already eating away at her food. "Thank you," She said sweetly, blue eyed playing her Aunt, before leaning across and giving her a kiss on the cheek. With a sigh, the woman gave in and smiled back. "I swear your crazy, girl..." She murmured, sipping her coffee. They were off again, Brooke singing to the radio, even as they dropped off the cat, and picked up her friends, along with others who simply wanted to go. Time passed in a blur, the girl mostly talking to her aunt, before at last, they reached Grovesburg. The van came to a halt in front of the hotel, one of the only vehicles in the whole town. The passengers unloaded, all except Brooke and her Aunt. Once they were out, the rode the bus like van around to the back, where they finally parked. "Ready?!" Asked the teen, dragging her aunt into the hotel anyway. Everyone seemed to already be locked in conversations, or off to find their rooms. With a curious look around, the two made their way to the desk. They were handed their keys to their rooms, her Aunt taking their stuff up while Brooke looked around at the others. "Hello!" She announced rather loudly, noticing some broken furnishings, but not worrying much. This place was old. It reminded her of a ghost town; but then, it was rumored to be haunted.
A small chill ran up her spine, the thought actually rather pleasing. Things of a paranormal state interested her very much. At least things wouldn't be dull, right? Someone should have told her she'd be wishing she hadn't come at all.
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- єvєn ιf yσυr hαnds αrє shαkιng
xxxαnd yσυr fαιth ιs brσkєn
xxxxxєvєn αs thє єyєs arє clσsιng
xdσ ιt with a hєαrt wιde σpєn
- נ υ s τ ι η є ηιcнσℓє ρ я y ∂ є!
- ☁hehJustine was on her stomach, tongue sticking out, and eyes set determinedly on the television. If you didn't figure it out yet, she was playing video games - Grand Theft Auto, to be exact. Your probably wondering how the girl managed video games in a town like this, but the answer was this: She absolutely loved them. Her parents ordered them, and they were sent through the mail. The only other things you can buy around here was hand made. Her golden hair fell into her eyes, and she considered wasting the energy to brush it aside. She didn't have to worry though, because moments later her alarm clock went off, making her jump violently and almost fall off the bed. Wide eyed, she paused the game, rolled over, and stared at the red numbers that floated in front of her eyes. It couldn't be time to get up already! She hadn't even slept at all! No, she wasn't going to believe that was the time. She rolled off the bed, and grabbed her cell which lay charging on the floor, eyes darting to the small screen. It was, in fact, six in the morning. What did she do now? She shifted her weight from foot to foot, biting her lip, as she became aware of how heavy her eyes truly were. Behind her, the door opened, probably her mom checking to see if she was getting up. Sure enough, the teen turned to face her beloved mother.
☁heh"Gooooood morning. When was the last time I told you how much I love you?" She said, dragging out the vowels in "good", an attempt at false cheerfulness. The bags under her eyes, along with the stilled television screen must have gave her away though. It couldn't have been her acting skills. "You were up all night, weren't you?!" Her mom demanded, her usually gentle face contorted in a glare. "Honestly, Justine! I would have thought by now you'd have enough sense to get some sleep!" With that, she flicked hair over her shoulder angrily, before raging on. "If I was smart, I'd ground you and you wouldn't be allowed to meet those city kids." She muttered, turning off the still blaring alarm clock. Theey both knew, however, that Justine worked at the hotel. So either way, she'd meet "thoose city kids". She kept quiet, however, and left her elder go on. "Don't even think about going back to sleep, either. You can just stay up now, and suffer for your own immaturity. I want you downstairs and ready by seven!" She huffed from the room, door slamming behind her. Silence filled the room for a moment, a small giggle building up inside Nikki. "That went well." She said to herself, the giggle bubbling out, doubling her over as she grasped her stomach. Really, it wasn't anything worth laughing at, but lack of sleep does funny stuff to ones brain.
☁hehAfter a few minutes of endless giggling, she finally managed to calm herself down and get her breathing back to normal. But once she was settled, she was also reminded of her game. Grinning childishly at the screen, she nearly pounced on the controller. Really, if she stayed up all night, it had to be interesting, or it seemed pointless. And, in fact, she found it to be very addicting. Currently, she was set on doing all the missions, and had only a few to go. More less saying "screw it" to getting ready, she bounced back into her position, sleepiness forgotten. She remained like this, face screwed up in concentration, as she fought her way through to the end of the game. Happy, she finally pushed away the controller, rubbing her aching head. With a jolt, her eyes once again landed on the digital clock. "s**t!" The light haired female exclaimed, jumping up instantly. She had a job to get to! The teen grabbed a nice outfit at random, and headed off to the bathroom for one of the quickest showers ever. Shutting the door behind her, she immediately stripped and jumped in. Not even eight minutes later, she was finished, and onto drying off and pulling on her clothes.
☁hehBrushing, drying, and straightening her hair came next, followed by brushing her teeth, doing her makeup, and finishing it all off with deodorant and spritz of her favorite body spray. Nikki rushed into her room to check the time, wincing as it red "7:15". She had only five minutes to get to work. Sighing softly, she checked herself in the mirror, and slipped her cell into her pocket. It was only luck that got her the device. A lot of people had only house phones. She wouldn't have bugged her parents for it if she hadn't made friends when they went to the city last fall. On the way down the stairs, a sleepy cat mewed after her, seemingly only half awake. Nikki, however, was just seeming to get herself up and moving again. Shaking her hair from her face, she looked into the face of her exasperated mom. "Get moving." She frowned, and shoved an apple into the young girl's hand. "Love you, bye!" With that, the girl had pulled her shoes on, and was out of the house and speed walking toward the hotel. It was a five minute walk from their farm and the old hotel, but she didn't have the time. The one time she needed to be there on time was the day she had to get ready for the city kids. She didn't look forward to hours of room cleaning, and then bag carrying. She got payed for it, though, so she didn't complain. The day had just begun, but already it was nice and warm. Perhaps later she could go swimming in the pond, though the idea suddenly wasn't as appealing. Nikki found herself slowing, even with her lack of time. The surrounding land was so pretty. No matter how long she lived there, she knew she'd never get over it. Beyond the city there was nothing but green stretches of land, occasionally some trees and fences filled with cows and horses. Horses were very popular in Groveburg - in fact, she lived on a horse farm with her family. She was fascinated with the animals.
☁hehNikki adjusted her strapless top, and pushed open the door to the hotel(Which was, as usual, unlocked). No one was there, though that wasn't a surprise, either. For a moment, she wondered what the rush to get there on time was. The owner of the hotel was probably still in bed. So, who would be there to yell at her? With a slight smile, she bit into the apple and glanced around. The hotel was sort of... well, something that sent chills running up your spine. Though, she was far too used to it to be unnerved by it. There were stories that it was haunted - and those stories would be true - but that was a town secret. No one on the outside would be told of the murders, boy would there be hell if they found out. Just because the town was basically cut off from the rest of the world didn't mean they didn't have to report things like that. Tell that to the head policeman, though. Shaking her head, she ignored the feeling of being watched as much as she could. No. She wouldn't think about how spooky the place was when your there alone. She wouldn't admit any of it. The hours would soon fly by, the girl changing sheets and dusting everything off. The hotel smelled.. well, stale, if that made sense. She wouldn't want to sleep there, so doing the teens a favor, she spritzed some febreeze in each room. Once she was nearly done, she had a small run in with a slamming door, but she convinced herself it was just the wind. Either that or her friend had finally arrived. Whatever the reason, she pushed it from her mind and finished her work. With that, she skipped back downstairs, only to find two people already there. For a moment, she was confused: Why hadn't they said something?
☁hehThen again, she could have just been distracted and didn't hear them. Shaking her head, Justine smiled warmly at the two. "Hey there! Welcome to the Groveburg hotel. Come over here and I'll get you your room keys." She walked behind the desk, and dug around the shelves before finding them. "Carol payed for two to a room - will you two be doubling, or do you each want your own room till everyone else gets in here?" She then handed over the appropriate number of keys, and looked at their baggage. "I'll take some of that - do you want me to show you to your rooms right now?"
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- єvєn ιf yσυr hαnds αrє shαkιng
xxxαnd yσυr fαιth ιs brσkєn
xxxxxєvєn αs thє єyєs arє clσsιng
xdσ ιt with a hєαrt wιde σpєn
- cняιsτιαη נ α м є s ρσяτєя!
- ☁hehHe had arrived in the night, to find himself on a bedroom floor. It seemed as though all was asleep. That was, until the young angel, Christian, turned. Behind him was the bed, where the raven haired girl slept. It didn't look at all as though she was having a good night's sleep, however. In fact, she tossed and turned, restless. But that was just the beginning. As he watched, whatever dream the girl was having seemed to get worse. Piercing screams shattered the earlier silence, and the dark haired boy actually jumped in surprise. Honestly, he had never experienced a dream that ever made him act as she had. His brows furrowed, an expression he hardly ever wore. He was a happy sort of person, eager to bring laughter and smiles. Right now, he thought this girl could use a lot of that. She was waking up! He propped himself up with a free arm, and watched in silence. She got her bearings, eyes adjusting to the darkened room. She said something he didn't catch, but he wouldn't be waiting any longer.
☁hehThat's when she saw him. Chris couldn't blame her for what came next. Really, it was a natural reaction. You guessed it - she began screaming. She must have swore a dozen times. Alright, that's an exaggeration, but he had never been too fond of the curse words. The boy pushed himself to his feet, and backed away a little, trying to show he wasn't going to hurt her. "Calm down, okay?" His voice was light and airy, despite her fear. "I'm Christian - and I'm here to help you." A smile formed on his lips, the words forming with ease. To be honest, though, he couldn't remember much. The past was fuzzy, hard to recall. The only thing he knew was he was one, an angel, and two, sent back to earth to help this troubled teen. He was told only that she had suffered a loss of a loved one, though he hadn't been told who it was she lost. He was an angel. Confusion was evident in his eyes. How had he died? And why had he died so young? As hard as he tried, the memory just wouldn't come back. It was frustrating, and he couldn't have wanted answers more. But that didn't matter right now - he was here to help this girl. He'd worry about his own issues later.
☁hehChristian immediately went from stranger, to care taker, in his mind. "You should go back to sleep!" He declared, in his usual playful manner. "Do you want something before you sleep again?" How odd: to be offering someone things from their own house. But he pushed it away, thoughts going back to the whole being an angel thing. Where were his wings, and his halo, then? Pretending to have an itch, he rubbed his shoulder. No, no wings. Some angel! No wings, no halo, no white gown! Pft. This was such a rip off! He laughed to himself, though stopped when he realized their positions again. Here he was, some guy appearing in the night, and declaring he would "help her". Okay, so he did match the profile of some crazy lunatic. Why should she believe him? He was even half naked! With a shiver, he realized it was true. He had only shorts on. "Err... Would you happen to have any clothes I could burrow?" Chris felt silly asking the question - she was a girl, with smaller features than his own. His shoulders were too broad to fit into anything she could offer! But that didn't mean she had no brothers, or a father. That reminded him: Just where was he going to sleep? And worse yet, shouldn't her parents be beating down the doors, wondering why she was screaming? His eyes fell on her again. "Dude, where's your folks?" He grinned at his use of 'folks', but thought nothing else of it. "Oh! I never caught your name." Chris looked at her curiously. She was pretty, and wearing a rather small amount of clothing. Same with himself.
☁hehFor a moment he felt uneasy, then decided not to worry about it. It wasn't as though he was going to rape her, or hurt her in any way. He was an angel, after all! But she didn't know that. She didn't know much at all. She was probably just as confused with what was going on as he was about his past. Christian fidgeted in his place, suddenly out of things to say. Really, what was he doing? Showing up out of no where in the dead of night, barely clothed, and claiming he was an angel, sent from heaven, here to make her worries go away? Right. She was going to believe that real soon. What if she took it to the extremes? Called the police? What then? His mind spun with questions like this. He decided it'd be best if he just shut up and waited for her responses.
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- єvєn ιf yσυr hαnds αrє shαkιng
xxxαnd yσυr fαιth ιs brσkєn
xxxxxєvєn αs thє єyєs arє clσsιng
xdσ ιt with a hєαrt wιde σpєn
- cняιsτιαη נ α м є s ρσяτєя!
- ☁hehSo maybe the look she shot at him wasn't the nicest, but he'd probably do the same thing - alright, maybe not. Christian was known to be extremely silly, and friendly, even if someone decided to pop up in his shower one day or something. "Hello! Could you use a rubber ducky?" Yea, perhaps he could use learning when and when not to trust a total stranger. Brought back to the present, his eyes followed the girl's to the clock. Really, that time already? He didn't even feel tired! Everything about him felt human, alive again - so shouldn't he be sleepy? Oh, it didn't matter right now. Raising an eyebrow, he watched as she covered her exposed skin. Oh, come on. Did he look like the raping type? Er, well, he was almost naked, in her room. He nodded. Yeah, that could be it. His suspicions would seen be proven correct. "I-I'm not going b-back to bed you, creeper." He barely caught it, but caught it he did. He couldn't help it! Laughter burst from his lips, and Chris thought it felt so nice to be living again. Boy, he had trouble acting like he should, though. Here he was, being accused of being a "creeper", and he was laughing? That must have added onto his creepiness.
☁hehFinally getting the laughter under control, he watched as she stood up. They were several paces apart, yet she kept her eyes on him, as though he would jump on her at any minute. Now, come on! She clearly wasn't thinking straight. If he wanted to murder her, he would have done it before she woke up. But then, there were those physco lunatics who sit there and stare at their victims while they sleep. He had to admit that would be freaky. He still wished she would realize if he meant her harm, it'd be done by now. Really - what murderer or rapist asks for clothes? Oh, but she trusted him enough with her name... Christian left it be, though, and watched as she went to her closet, blanket gripped tightly around her body. Everything seemed to be normal now, at least to the naive, child at heart teen. He leaned against the wall, and stared at the alarm clock, as the numbers changed slowly. He considered it to be pretty dull, but what could he do. At last, she recovered from the closet. However, all she came out with was a jacket that looked far too small, and flip flops. Alright, that couldn't be for him. Why would he need a jacket, without a shirt? And he wasn't going to walk around in girl flip flops! "Excuse me for one second." Perhaps she'd get him some clothes now. He smiled, and watched her go. The silence that settled over him was unusual - he wasn't sure what the reason for it was himself. Maybe he was just stepping back, and allowing her room. All the questions seemed to just freak her out, anyway.
☁hehMore time went by, probably just a few minutes. It felt like forever to the teen, though. In fact, he had gotten so bored, he had sat on Tabby's bed, and was now bouncing slightly. It was a childish thing to do, but he was the definition of childish, so it didn't matter. He couldn't take it much longer, though. Jumping up, he stuck his head out of the door way, and glanced around for the girl. Where did she go? "Tabby?" He called out, sure to make his voice loud enough to hear downstairs. No reply. Well, maybe she had gone to the bathroom. He headed back toward the bed, only for his attention to be caught by movement outside. Wait, was that a person? Christian made his way to the window, looking out only to see the raven haired girl running from the house, as though being chased by a pack of wolves. Come on! He didn't look like a murderer! Sulking, he settled onto the bed. There was no way he was going after her. Really, why? He could just wait for her to come back. It wasn't like she could just walk off and leave her house. Plus, he felt sure she'd come back once she knew her parents would also be here. He put two and two together - she ran from the house. If someone was home, they'd either be in her room right now, talking to Chris. Or, they'd be running away with her. This house was empty. A smile came to his lips, scaring away the pout. A house to himself, probably for hours - and being back on earth for the first time in... Well, he didn't know how long. A mischievous twinkle was in his eyes, as he bounded down the stairs. Oh, where was the kitchen? He was going to make himself some breakfast!
☁hehHe couldn't even recall the taste of eggs, or bacon - this was going to be fun. A meal, with the added scavenger hunt. He began in the fridge, where he easily found two eggs. Christian made his way back to the stove, stopped, and looked around. Where would the pans be? He soon located them, after much opening and shutting of cupboards. The pan was settled on the oven top - before he realized he wanted to add some butter. Holding the eggs in one hand, praying they wouldn't fall and splatter the floor, he once again retraced his steps to the fridge. He pulled from it a small, almost gone stick of butter, than had just enough for him. Into the pan it went, where it soon melted down. Next came the eggs. Too bad for him, he had no idea what he was doing, but he wanted them to be "dippy". Soon there was smoke filling the kitchen, and a troubled sigh. They eggs not only broke, but they were burning. Fine! If he couldn't have eggs, he'd just have toast and some orange juice! That sounded a lot better - how badly could he mess that up? With a shrug, he grabbed the pan from the stove, and dropped it in the sink. The eggs were still sizzling, but that didn't matter. His mind was instead set on the next task.
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- єvєn ιf yσυr hαnds αrє shαkιng
xxxαnd yσυr fαιth ιs brσkєn
xxxxxєvєn αs thє єyєs arє clσsιng
xdσ ιt with a hєαrt wιde σpєn
- cняιsτιαη נ α м є s ρσяτєя!
- ☁hehToast it was. Bread in hand, smile on his lips, Christian found his way to the toaster. He couldn't mess this up! Sliding the slices of bread into place, he then pushed down the 'lever', as he called it. For a moment, he merely stood there, staring. ...What now? Why couldn't he remember how to make toast?! Frustrated, he leaned closer over the toaster, taking a look inside. Oh, it was working! He felt a slight heat rise and brush his face, so that meant it had to be doing something. Proud of himself, and deciding he'd worry about getting it out later. Oh, what to do now? The angel stared out a window, yearning to see the sunrise. Where was it? It couldn't be dark forever! "Come on day, hurry it up!" He laughed lightly, and walked to the window, which he pushed open. The cold air made him shiver - yet he loved it all the same. The smell... Well, it smelled like night. Yea, he remembered it now... Countless hours spent on the roof of a house, looking up at the stars, laughter never far from his lips. ...So what happened? A sudden pang ached in his heart - what happened in that life he couldn't remember? No, not to worry about that now. A slight breeze ruffled his hair. A smile was forced back into place.
☁hehChris would just have to go on, and help the girl, no matter how unsettled he was. He really needed something else to concentrate on. His blue eyes landed on a fluttering paper which sat on the counter top. The wind knocked it to the floor. Being the neat person he was, the teen picked it back up and put it in it's place. He was soon on his way back to the toaster, to see how it was coming. Sticking his face over it, and looking down, he nodded to himself. The toast was finally golden, just how he wanted. Didn't he? Oh, no time to worry, it smelled great. However, it was done - and though the teen didn't know, that meant the toast would soon pop up so it could be taken out. Christian had hardly pulled his head back in time, and jumped. Oh, he wasn't expecting that! He couldn't help but laugh at himself. He had nearly been hit in the nose by toast! The amused expression remained on his face, while he hurt his fingers removing the hot slices. I'll tell you this much - his adventures were just beginning. Practically inhaling the toast, he finished it off in minutes. His stomach still rumbled, complaining for more. He didn't feel too confident about cooking, not even more toast - so instead he went to the fridge. He recalled seeing some yogurt in there - it was worth trying. Sure enough, the angel pulled out the cup, and rummaged around for silverware. No, what should he use for the creamy dairy product?
☁hehWell, a stray of course! Christian was proud of himself - he was doing pretty good. Once he had the stray in place between his lips, he slurped until there was no more left. With that, he threw away his garbage, and went up the stairs in search of some clothes. Easily, he located the only room he knew. The bedroom. Now, she had gone down the hall, when she said she was getting him some clothes. Peaking in each room as he passed, he finally came upon what looked like her parents' room. Sure enough, as he rummaged around the dresser, he found himself a shirt. It fit nice enough. Oh, but what was that?! A black can sat a little ways away, red writing on it. What did it do? He grabbed it up quickly, and looked at it from many angles. At last, he put it to his nose. Ah, he knew now! It was a male body spray! Of course. But how did he open it? The angel twisted it around once more, until he accidentally opened it. Who cared if it was accidental? It worked. Satisfied, he sprayed himself, coughing as he inhaled. He tossed the spray away and quickly left the room. Screw that! That stuff was dangerous! Tossing his head from side to side, he made his way back to the kitchen - he froze in the door way. On the stove, flames swayed, growing only stronger by the wind. What did he do?! His eyes were wide, like a deer in headlights. He rushed over to the stove, then took a few steps back. Okay, this really needed taken care of before anyone got home! He looked around quickly, panic coursing through him. Oh, such an adrenaline rush. He liked it. Of course, he didn't want the house to burn down, but the excitement was quite interesting. Okay, enough of that. The teen scurried to the sink, quickly turning the knob. Out came the water, flowing into his cupped hands. He then splashed it towards the stove, most of it landing on the floor, while what did make it to it's target seemed to have no effect.
☁hehThat hardly mattered now! He had to keep trying! After much more splashing, the floor was soon slick with water, the fire growing by the seconds. And that wasn't the worst part! Tabby was home, and walking right towards him! Sliding in front of the fire, as though a child hiding his mess, he forced a fake smile. "Home already?" Where had the time gone? He winced, as she looked up, noticing him for the first time. Immediately she screamed at him. Christian's face contorted into one of hurt. Why did she hate him so much? The fire was warming him back, making sweat begin to dew across his forehead. But that wasn't the only thing burning - his cheeks were probably scarlet. "I-I'm sorry." He mumbled, eyes downcast. Well, God, what now? The girl hated her own guardian angel. What was he to do? What could he do? He really wasn't sure. Fine. He would just wait on her response, and if she really wanted him gone... He'd leave. Wouldn't he? No! He couldn't do that! She may not realize it, but she needed him more than she knew. He couldn't leave just because she was reacting so badly. But what else could he have done? Hurried out of her room, down the stairs, and pretend to arrive, and knock on the door? Then what? Smile and ask her to come play? Yea, that would work real soon. A sigh escaped his lips. He really was in way over his head. And why? What was wrong with the girl? Guilt flooded through him. Obviously God knew he could do it, he could help her, and he also knew she needed the help. Why else would he have been sent? He couldn't leave her no matter how much she yelled at him. A stubborn expression settled on his face.
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- xι'm flyιng dσwn thє fαst lαnє,
xxxxDσιng nιnєty-fιvє, nιnєty thιngs σn my brαιn.
xxDσn't knσw whєrє thє hєll ι'm gσιng,
xxxxxBυt, ι'm gσιng αftєr yσυ.
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- xxι'm jυmpιng σn thє lαst t r α ι n,
Wιth thє crαzy kιnd σf fєєlιng thαt ι cαn't єxplαιn.
xxxxxxDσn't knσw whєrє thє hєll ι'm gσιng,
xxBυt, ι'm gσιng αftєr yσυ.
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ησ σηє тσ ѕєє
ωнєяє ∂ι∂ ѕнє gσ?
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тнєяє ѕнє ωαѕ.xxxx
тнєяє ѕнє ωαѕ.xxxx
xxα кηιƒє,
xxxxxxѕнαяρ,
xxxxxxxxxxραιηƒυℓ,
xxxxριєя¢є∂ му нєαят.
тнιѕ ¢συℓ∂ вє ωнαт ι'νє вєєη ωαιтιηg ƒσя.xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxтнιѕ ¢συℓ∂ вє тнє єη∂.
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxтнιѕ ¢συℓ∂ вє тнє ƒιηαℓ вℓσω.
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx∂ση'т тєℓℓ мє. ∂ση'т ѕαу ιт. ∂ση'т єη∂ ιт.
