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This that I see--
A form storm-beaten, bound to the rock.
Didyoudowrong?Isthisyourpunishment?
Imaerehw?
Speak to a wretched wanderer.
"Everything's falling apart. You know how I found out about you? It was Summer's excuse when I caught her cheating on me. Can you believe that? My mum, if she was still around, she would tell me that everything would be fine. That it would all work out and be all right. But so much seems to be wrong right now, I just don't see how that's going to happen." He gave a sigh, and I couldn't help but feel slightly bad for him.
"Things will get better. They always do." He smiled at my words, and we were silent once more. There was no talking until the stars were shining in the sky, and the air was cool with a breeze.
"Ryan?" I looked over at him, watching as he stared down at his lap.
"Hmm?"
"I've been thinking, for a few hours really, that maybe...Maybe I like you more than I liked Summer." He glanced up at me before looking back down at his lap. The unfamiliar sensation went off in my stomach again as my brows furrowed.
I spoke, trying to understand just what it was that he was saying. "What do you mean?" He was silent for a second, toying with the sleeve of his jacket.
"She just,...It's different when I'm with you." He sighed, his cheeks becoming flushed. I'll never be able to explain why I did what I did next. All I know is that it was the right thing to do.
I gently tilted his head upwards, holding it with one hand before leaning closer to him. I could see his bottomless brown eyes start to close as he bridged the gap between our lips. I let him do the work, knowing that he had more experience then I ever could have. He tasted like apples, and I couldn't help but smile, moving my hand too the back of his neck to tangle in his soft hair. He gave a soft groan as I threaded my fingers through his hair. His hand moved to my cheek, running his calloused fingers over my skin gently as he helped guide me.
It felt like it lasted longer than it did, but he eventually pulled away, making me give a small pout as he gave a goofy grin. "Wow." He laughed a little, and I loosened my grip on his hair slightly, hardly holding onto the amazingly soft locks that belonged to him. His bottomless eyes stared into mine and he chuckled again, making my stomach seem to flip. "You're amazing, Ryan." I stayed silent for a few moments, unable to find words as I let go of his hair completely.
"You're the only person who's ever said that to me." He smiled a little, wrapping his arms around me as he practically pulled me onto his lap. It felt like nothing could hurt me as I stayed close to his warm body.
"It's true. Just remember that." I nodded and he pulled away. "I'd love to spend the rest of my day with you Ry, but I have to go home and try to work some things out. I'll see you tomorrow, right?"
I gave a small smile. "Of course." He stood, his hands going to his pockets.
"I'll miss you until I see you next." I couldn't help the large grin that crossed my face when he said those simple words.
"Same here." He gave a short nod, and started to walk away. I watched him wonder through the graves, weaving around as he avoided stepping on the stones and the bodies under the ground. When he was no longer in sight I turned my attention to the tombstone in front of me. Everything would work out.
I walked through the front door of my house, a small content smile on my face.
"What the hell are you so happy about?" I jumped at the sound of my fathers voice, thundering and filled with malice. "You're in so much trouble boy. The police are looking for you. They left just an hour ago in an attempt to find you." I stared at him, feeling like a deer caught in headlights.
"Run." Tonna's voice drifted through my ears, the sound barley a whisper. I nodded once, but stood my ground as my father started to walk towards me, bottle in hand.
"You've really fucked up kid." A hand was put next to my head as I was pushed with my back against the door, the other hand bringing the brown bottle to his spit covered lips. He finished it off, breaking it against the wall before his face came to be inches from mine, sneering at me as the smell of alcohol stung my nose.
"Ryan, you really should run." Alaan's voice was hurried, his tone sounding panicked.
"You're going to fuckin' pay for what you did." A raised hand, the other removing itself from by my head. I let my hand travel across the back of the door, searching for the handle that seemed to have vanished. My eyes caught his and I felt as if he could see right through me, like I was just cheap cellophane.
"Get him out of here!" Cogstenn screamed, trying to get me to leave. The hand that was raised clashed with my face, the sound echoing through the room as a stinging sensation quickly formed where skin had his skin. My vision went momentarily blurred, my face hurting like a thousand pins were pressing through the skin. The hand was raised once more and I found the door handle, the cold metal cooling my hot hand. I turned it as fast as I could, falling slightly as the door quickly flew open and I stumbled out of the house, almost landing on my back as I tried to keep my balance. The tip of his hand hit the door before it fell completely open, and the fact that he missed made him even more irritated then before.
"Where are you going, you little punk?" He yelled as I quickly turned around and started to bolt down the street. I ran as fast as I could, hearing Tonna Alaan and Cogstenn cheer me on the whole way. I eventually gave up, stumbling into a park as I fell onto my knees. Everything seemed blurry, my throat felt as if it was closed, the breath completely gone from my body. I knew I couldn't go home, but the thought of seeing Jon tomorrow made everything seem worth it.
I rolled onto my back, recognizing the park as the one I had woken up in once before. I closed my eyes, finally catching my breath. Everything would be fine. I stared up at the stars, watching as clouds made faint and transparent shields over the little dots of light.
I found it odd that the only thought that ran across my mind was the fact I would get to see Jon tomorrow, but couldn't help the smile that my lips seemed to want to curl into when I just thought of his name. Whatever came next would be worth it to see him and his amazing smile.
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Only one more chapter! Can you believe it?
PartyPoison:I think the same thing when I read one of your stories.
It's good to know that you'll keep reviewing no matter what. I actually think I've been improving with every chapter and one shot I write. But that could just be me.
The chances of me not reading the words you type is just about as likely as me being eaten by a shark. And since I try very hard to not get close to the places sharks live, it's even more unlikely then it normally would be.
AnotherKnifeInMyHand:The best scenes typically are in graveyards. (Like that one in Resident Evil. Can't remember which one, but it was in one of them.)
The thing I've realized as I reread some of the things I've written (to remember what I had already done) is that I don't hesitate to do the worst possible thing to a character. If I feel like someone should get killed off, they get killed off. No questions asked. It always makes everything more dramatic and angsty.
-xoxo Pansy.
A form storm-beaten, bound to the rock.
Didyoudowrong?Isthisyourpunishment?
Imaerehw?
Speak to a wretched wanderer.
"Everything's falling apart. You know how I found out about you? It was Summer's excuse when I caught her cheating on me. Can you believe that? My mum, if she was still around, she would tell me that everything would be fine. That it would all work out and be all right. But so much seems to be wrong right now, I just don't see how that's going to happen." He gave a sigh, and I couldn't help but feel slightly bad for him.
"Things will get better. They always do." He smiled at my words, and we were silent once more. There was no talking until the stars were shining in the sky, and the air was cool with a breeze.
"Ryan?" I looked over at him, watching as he stared down at his lap.
"Hmm?"
"I've been thinking, for a few hours really, that maybe...Maybe I like you more than I liked Summer." He glanced up at me before looking back down at his lap. The unfamiliar sensation went off in my stomach again as my brows furrowed.
I spoke, trying to understand just what it was that he was saying. "What do you mean?" He was silent for a second, toying with the sleeve of his jacket.
"She just,...It's different when I'm with you." He sighed, his cheeks becoming flushed. I'll never be able to explain why I did what I did next. All I know is that it was the right thing to do.
I gently tilted his head upwards, holding it with one hand before leaning closer to him. I could see his bottomless brown eyes start to close as he bridged the gap between our lips. I let him do the work, knowing that he had more experience then I ever could have. He tasted like apples, and I couldn't help but smile, moving my hand too the back of his neck to tangle in his soft hair. He gave a soft groan as I threaded my fingers through his hair. His hand moved to my cheek, running his calloused fingers over my skin gently as he helped guide me.
It felt like it lasted longer than it did, but he eventually pulled away, making me give a small pout as he gave a goofy grin. "Wow." He laughed a little, and I loosened my grip on his hair slightly, hardly holding onto the amazingly soft locks that belonged to him. His bottomless eyes stared into mine and he chuckled again, making my stomach seem to flip. "You're amazing, Ryan." I stayed silent for a few moments, unable to find words as I let go of his hair completely.
"You're the only person who's ever said that to me." He smiled a little, wrapping his arms around me as he practically pulled me onto his lap. It felt like nothing could hurt me as I stayed close to his warm body.
"It's true. Just remember that." I nodded and he pulled away. "I'd love to spend the rest of my day with you Ry, but I have to go home and try to work some things out. I'll see you tomorrow, right?"
I gave a small smile. "Of course." He stood, his hands going to his pockets.
"I'll miss you until I see you next." I couldn't help the large grin that crossed my face when he said those simple words.
"Same here." He gave a short nod, and started to walk away. I watched him wonder through the graves, weaving around as he avoided stepping on the stones and the bodies under the ground. When he was no longer in sight I turned my attention to the tombstone in front of me. Everything would work out.
I walked through the front door of my house, a small content smile on my face.
"What the hell are you so happy about?" I jumped at the sound of my fathers voice, thundering and filled with malice. "You're in so much trouble boy. The police are looking for you. They left just an hour ago in an attempt to find you." I stared at him, feeling like a deer caught in headlights.
"Run." Tonna's voice drifted through my ears, the sound barley a whisper. I nodded once, but stood my ground as my father started to walk towards me, bottle in hand.
"You've really fucked up kid." A hand was put next to my head as I was pushed with my back against the door, the other hand bringing the brown bottle to his spit covered lips. He finished it off, breaking it against the wall before his face came to be inches from mine, sneering at me as the smell of alcohol stung my nose.
"Ryan, you really should run." Alaan's voice was hurried, his tone sounding panicked.
"You're going to fuckin' pay for what you did." A raised hand, the other removing itself from by my head. I let my hand travel across the back of the door, searching for the handle that seemed to have vanished. My eyes caught his and I felt as if he could see right through me, like I was just cheap cellophane.
"Get him out of here!" Cogstenn screamed, trying to get me to leave. The hand that was raised clashed with my face, the sound echoing through the room as a stinging sensation quickly formed where skin had his skin. My vision went momentarily blurred, my face hurting like a thousand pins were pressing through the skin. The hand was raised once more and I found the door handle, the cold metal cooling my hot hand. I turned it as fast as I could, falling slightly as the door quickly flew open and I stumbled out of the house, almost landing on my back as I tried to keep my balance. The tip of his hand hit the door before it fell completely open, and the fact that he missed made him even more irritated then before.
"Where are you going, you little punk?" He yelled as I quickly turned around and started to bolt down the street. I ran as fast as I could, hearing Tonna Alaan and Cogstenn cheer me on the whole way. I eventually gave up, stumbling into a park as I fell onto my knees. Everything seemed blurry, my throat felt as if it was closed, the breath completely gone from my body. I knew I couldn't go home, but the thought of seeing Jon tomorrow made everything seem worth it.
I rolled onto my back, recognizing the park as the one I had woken up in once before. I closed my eyes, finally catching my breath. Everything would be fine. I stared up at the stars, watching as clouds made faint and transparent shields over the little dots of light.
I found it odd that the only thought that ran across my mind was the fact I would get to see Jon tomorrow, but couldn't help the smile that my lips seemed to want to curl into when I just thought of his name. Whatever came next would be worth it to see him and his amazing smile.
~~~~~
Only one more chapter! Can you believe it?
PartyPoison:I think the same thing when I read one of your stories.
It's good to know that you'll keep reviewing no matter what. I actually think I've been improving with every chapter and one shot I write. But that could just be me.
The chances of me not reading the words you type is just about as likely as me being eaten by a shark. And since I try very hard to not get close to the places sharks live, it's even more unlikely then it normally would be.
AnotherKnifeInMyHand:The best scenes typically are in graveyards. (Like that one in Resident Evil. Can't remember which one, but it was in one of them.)
The thing I've realized as I reread some of the things I've written (to remember what I had already done) is that I don't hesitate to do the worst possible thing to a character. If I feel like someone should get killed off, they get killed off. No questions asked. It always makes everything more dramatic and angsty.
-xoxo Pansy.
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