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 Posted: Sun Feb 06, 2011 9:31 pm
 ______________A few seconds of playing, and she began to hear another melodic voice in the distance. Her fingers stilled on the strings as she listened intently. Mae sat up straight when she heard clearly a male singing. Her bright blue eyes looked around the place to see if her brother was coming or anyone else, but didn't see either. The voice grew louder and more clearer. Mae quickly stood up from the log and began following to the source of the singing. It was only his voice bringing her to him, and no sound of an instrument. Finally, as she heard the voice come to an end, she looked up to see the familiar red head sitting on a stump and stringing his guitar. Micah. . She stood feet away from him and just starred and smiled at the back of his head before finally lifting her feet and walked around to his frontal view and sat on the ground across from him.
"Looks like I have a new forest friend to play with. . You sing well."
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Posted: Sun Feb 06, 2011 9:43 pm
Micah smiled softly when he was complimented "Thank you, it seems like the only thing that I have that brings me close to my mother, dad says I have her singing talent." His eyes were sad as he finished stringing his guitar he played a few notes and began to sing on last song. His eyes were welled up with sadness as he sang, as though he had, had someone whom was that special to him, as though he wrote this song for her, of course he didn't but it spoke to him. He wanted to cry most days, but he didn't, he was strong, instead he just stared out into the abyss trying to connect with his music, hoping, somewhere off in the recesses of that woman's heart how ever far she was from him, he could make her love him.
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Posted: Sun Feb 06, 2011 9:49 pm
______________She felt the ache in her chest as he spoke about his mother as he did. She wished she could do that same, but her own mother wasn't really around much for them as children and tried to leave them behind. All of them. This boy loved his mother though, and was lonely without her. She watched the extreme emotion pouring from him through his facial features and his music playing. She placed her guitar on the ground next to her and stood up to squeeze herself onto the stump next to him to wrap her left arm around his back and laid her head on his shoulder.
"You're always welcome to talk to me if you need it, Micah. I will be happy to listen. Only if you will do the same for me."
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Posted: Sun Feb 06, 2011 9:57 pm
When he had finished his song he looked to his side to look at Mae. "Thank you, I've never had anyone to talk to, and I'll gladly listen to what you say." His voice trembled as though the message he sent through his song made it's way to that woman, and she ignored it as always. He looked about his surroundings seeing the forest around him and listening to the sounds. "I always loved nature, I guess that's what I got from my mother, I wish I could of met her, my father... he was destroyed by her passing, and he's never told me what happened." Micah was unsure why Mae was suddenly kind to him, he didn't deserve it he had obviously creeped her out and he didn't feel like he was special enough for people to notice him, that was his problem. Micah was a lost soul, no way to happiness because he wasn't happy with himsel.
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Posted: Sun Feb 06, 2011 10:10 pm
______________She moved her head upwards to look back at him when he finished his song and felt movement. He had such lovely features that she hadn't really paid attention to before. They were easy on the eyes. She wondered if this would be a red flag waving in her blinded face. She was surprised that he said he hadn't talked to really anyone before.
"You know, you strike me as the outgoing type. . I'm shocked to hear that you don't talk to anyone."
When he broke eye contact, she lowered her face and closed her eyes, feeling relaxed in the position they were in. She listened to his deep voice talk some more about his mother and father. It was like a tradgedy these two.
"Perhaps, it is better not to know what would harm you. ."
She gave him a light squeeze as if to remind him she was right there with him, alone. There would be no spreading of secrets. If he needed a friend, she could happily offer that to him. She hoped he understood that their first meeting was awkward but aren't most? Mae thought that he's okay now, and just needed a kind soul to help him through his troubles.
"Keep playing, Micah. I like the way it sounds. Don't sing, just play so we can keep talking, yeah?'
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Posted: Sun Feb 06, 2011 10:33 pm
Micah began to strum his guitar playing a rhythm he thought up in his head, his breathing slowed down as he did so. Almost as though his soul was in the song. "I had people to 'talk' to, but Surfers, jocks and girls I slept with, they weren't real friends, they could never understand me and my father, they're just simple people." His eyes were fixated on Mae, he was in need of a way to vent, after the things that just happened he felt completely insane, he needed something else than just his insatiable appetite or his inability to convey his thoughts with something other than his reproductive organs.
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Posted: Mon Feb 07, 2011 3:03 pm
______________When Micah began to play again, she couldn't help but to smile. He was so willing to open up to her and speak his mind. This wasn't new for her. Mae's friends back home always came to her for advice or just someone to speak their mind to without judgment. She would make a good therapist. He started talking to her and she sat up to listen better. Otherwise she probably would have fallen asleep on his shoulder. Mae was the type who could sleep anywhere. Even at a race track with the roaring engines. He looked dead at her as he talked about his fake friends and status helpers. Sounded like a typical boy problem. She thought about how nice it would be to have this kind of talk with Cade. . Starring into his eyes, she admired the coloring in them. He was a very attractive boy that with luck, will find the girl of his dreams and make her the happiest girl in the world. Sure it sounded like a fairy tale, but never say never.
"Ah, the typical lifestyle of a teen boy trying to get by in life and be accepted by society at the same time. It isn't easy, I'm sure you've figured all ready. Don't worry, Micah. I'm sure no one on this island will give you a hard time. . Unless. . .Someone has?"
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Posted: Mon Feb 07, 2011 3:57 pm
"Yes, some weird girl, approached me propositioning herself for sex, I was trying to be kind and sweet to her, just be better than I've been, and she starts insulting me, threatening me and attacking me. She told me she wanted me to rape her." His skin was crawling with aggravation, he was absolutely disgusted with the way the girl had acted and the way she spoke. Micah took a deep situated breath as he got comfortable and continued to play the guitar, he could play Viola and Bass as well, but Guitar was his favorite, he was completely in love with the sound it made and the feeling he got... and the feeling he gave women. His voice was one of the things that got him into trouble with his love life. Something he knew was that his voice made women love him, for all the wrong reasons. When women swung themselves at him, he never said no, but he was always disappointed because none of them fit his standards, they always came up short. Were shallow, were completely fake, brainless or in some cases obsessive.
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Posted: Mon Feb 07, 2011 4:09 pm
______________The moment he said, "Some weird girl", she let out a chuckle and rubbed her hand on his back and stood up. The kid was already hitting it off with girls. That was impressive, but upsetting at the same time. Then he got to the goods and said that she was the one trying to have sex with him. Trying to get him to rape her. Her eyebrows raised in disbelief and placed her hand on her hips.
"That's just wrong. . Women these days. . They read and watch movies about beautiful women having rabid sex with attractive men or actors and dream about doing it themselves. It's really not all that glorified, but some just really like the idea I guess. . I prefer to take things slow, unless there is an undeniable spark. We are human though, so I do slip up sometimes and give in. That's for my own benefit though. Not for the guy. Thankfully, I have only been with.. . Oh I'd say. . . five guys? Yeah, five. What about you, people pleaser?"
Mae got up close to Micah and placed her index finger under his chin to lift his face. She had a cocky smile on her face to be playful, not to tease or embarrass him.
"How many have you slept with?"
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Posted: Mon Feb 07, 2011 4:30 pm
"Well, let's see, just try to keep count of the names. Adèle, Aimée, Alix, Brigitte, Cécile, Élise, Gabrielle, Manon, Muran, Nicole and Noémi... Twins, Olivie, Pénélope, Renée." Micah couldn't seem to remember the rest of the names... "Those are just the ones in the past four months, now, Renée, she left me, I'd probably still be with her if she had not left me after I got arrested." That was the catalyst for his moving to Nirvani Island, his father Tristan believed that it was the countries fault that Micah had gotten arrested. When it was partially true, but Micah had been with his friends with weapons and other items they shouldn't of had, he wasn't an anarchist but with his father being a protester. Micah found himself interested in the riot scene and it had got him into trouble, but Renée was apart of that group of protesters, that's why he was there, but she didn't agree with violence, not that Micah had wanted to hurt anyone, he was just curious of course.
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Posted: Mon Feb 07, 2011 4:47 pm
______________She was quite amused when he told her to keep count. Really, how much could this kid get?One name, another name, another, another. Each one that came out made her back up and stand straight again. Her finger left his skin and returned to her side. Mae couldn't help but to awkwardly look about the forest, instead of looking at him. She was blown away about the fact that he had slept with so many girls in his young life. Then, there was the fact that he had also been arrested. This guy had a red flag.
"Make note to self," she mumbled. "Neversleepwiththatguy."
Her eyes would glance at him every few seconds, waiting to see what his reaction would be to her little joke.
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Posted: Mon Feb 07, 2011 5:50 pm
Micah gave Mae a soft push, acting like he thought the joke had been funny, but it had hurt him. She wouldn't seem to understand why he did what he did, he didn't even know why he did it. But no one ever met his standards, he never seemed to be able find someone who actually made him happy, they were always hungry for sex and he always obliged them. It slowly had made him empty, hungry for something more, but every time what he wanted was even less achievable."In Paris, people were different, everyone suspected you of being a guerrilla, they pushed the youth into Guerrilla, and in the Guerrilla groups, everyone was into free love, next to that I hung with Surfers, the party scene, the girls fell for me, because I sang, the Jocks, well Cheerleaders like bad boys."
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Posted: Mon Feb 07, 2011 8:29 pm
______________She smiled when he put his hand out to push her, and she welcomed it. Her feet moved a little to stabilize herself. Then she walked around to the back of him as he talked about his past in France. When he was done, she covered his eyes with his hands and had talked softly in his ear.
"I want you to imagine Paris now. . The city lights, the colorful people, the terrible times you had. . Think of it in your mind right now. . Bring up the image in your mind."
She gave him a minute to do so while holding his head back to lean on her shoulders as she crouched behind him. As if trying to make him relax more. She didn't remove her hands yet. Mae looked at his face for any signs that he has brought up the picture. Though her eyes always ran back to the mouth out of curiosity. She didn't want to be like the other girls though. Not to be added to his collection as if she were nothing. When she felt it was time, she started again and removed her hands.
"All of it is replaced with paradise. . Your troubles and fears are replaced with this tropical island. You now have a chance to start over and make a better life for yourself."
She smiled looking back at him still laying his head on her shoulders. Wondering if her little exercise helped any.
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Posted: Mon Feb 07, 2011 9:16 pm
Micah smiled when Mae placed her hands on him, he had visualized Paris, and for a while it was Paris, the people, the sights, the love and the pain. But then it was just her, the girl he sang to, the girl who left him shattered and opened him to the impossibly vain and cold life style he had lived. He saw her hazel eyes, he saw her dark red hair like his, her plush lips and face. His chest burnt with pain as her words came rushing back to him, the way she shoved him aside, the feeling he got after she left him. Nothing was the same, he was left broken and numb, with only his shell to fill. Why had he let her into his life the way he had, why had he hurt so badly, was it truly meant to be for him to fall in love with someone whom was perfect in every way in his eyes. Whom made him happy, satisfied him, and kept him loved without expecting anything back. Though something had changed, he had given everything back, and he thought maybe she just didn't like it that way. "Thank you, Mae, you are much kinder to me than I deserve."
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Posted: Mon Feb 07, 2011 9:28 pm
______________She laughed in an accidental seductive tone because it could be heard from the throat. Her hand reached up and brushed his long red hair to the side and out of his face, feeling like it was okay to do so. It was as if they knew each other for a long time in a matter of minutes. This could be because of the way he opened up to her so easily and the way she cared for him willingly. Mae wrapped her arms around his torso but was careful to make sure he wouldn't be in a position to drop his guitar, and held him.
"I'm only nice to those who deserve kindness. Don't belittle yourself, Micah. Remember. New life. . You have a new status to bring up in this town and you can choose to make it a good reputation, or bad. You're a good guy when you want to be, so I'm hoping you will take that path."
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