tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13647582695087448112024-03-05T06:44:26.917-08:00Nothing Left To Lose - Life LegacySmirkehhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03584578848081415913noreply@blogger.comBlogger18125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1364758269508744811.post-31812981855877690272011-10-27T15:19:00.001-07:002011-10-27T15:19:31.858-07:00Sorry for the DelayI've been having off and on Issues with sims since installing Pets! I am working on trying to get the kinks out, but it's still acting up after a few minutes of game play, so I can't get pics -_-<br />
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So I haven't forgotten or stopped! Just ran into some issues :(<br />
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Smirk -Smirkehhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03584578848081415913noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1364758269508744811.post-2142780656060880272011-10-15T02:21:00.001-07:002011-10-15T02:21:48.256-07:00Loser of the Year : Chapter 2.2<span class="postbody"></span><br />
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With graduation right around the corner and my grandmother out of town I couldn’t help but throw an all-night party. Even though I may have been labeled as an outcast, I knew no one would turn down a party invite. I was fidgety mostly because Lucus said he would love to come. Of course I knew Josh would show up so I was hoping like crazy there wasn’t going to be any issues. Also I for sure wanted to make a statement fashion wise, but with pretty much nothing to wear and hardly any friends with fashion sense I was out of luck. That is until I remember all those fancy clothes that were in my grandmothers dresser. <br />
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I was curious on what exactly what my grandma kept in them and hoped like crazy maybe something decent to wear. So I gladly took the liberty of helping myself through her dresser. My hands froze on a box that was labeled Lucy. Sucking in a breath I opened it to find it full of my mother’s jewelry. I couldn't bring myself to take any of the precious gems. Placing it aside it made me wonder if the contents of this part of the dresser was my mothers. Rummaging through it I smiled when I felt slinky fabric beneath my fingers. It was perfect. Trying my best I shoved everything back in the way they should have been and hoped my grandma wouldn’t even notice. <br />
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With the party starting up in a few hours, I primped and finally got dressed. I was glad that the dress fit perfectly showing off every curve that I had. Hopefully I didn’t look like I was trying too hard. When the first kids started to arrive Lucus walked in… with another girl. Why did even get my hopes up the he would actually be single. She was perfect in every way; glossy platinum blonde hair, perfect curves, and gorgeous blue eyes. Beating myself inside I plastered on a smile when he looked my way. <br />
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Half stopping in his tracks he looked me up and down once again and shook his head as if he thought he was dreaming. That’s a good thing right? The sudden urge to make him jealous peaked into my head when Josh walked through the door. Sure Josh was a creep on the level ten factors, but at least I knew he liked me. <br />
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Putting attitude in my hips I swayed past him and pretty much threw myself at Josh. Catching him off guard his eyes about bugged out of his eyes when he saw what I was wearing. <br />
“Well look who finally came to their senses.” He smirked his typical smirk which made me want to gag. “Don’t you just look sassy tonight?” Wrapping his arm around my waist he led me to the couch. <br />
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I might be playing with fire, but it certainly got Lucus’ attention. Whenever I looked up from the conversation with Josh he was somewhere near by watching. Feeling slightly uncomfortable when Josh squeezed me closer I finally got a hint of his full intentions. He leaned over just as I looked at him and pressed his lips against mine. <br />
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Startled I jumped from his arms. “What do you think you’re doing?” I stepped back as he looked at me with utter confusion on his face. <br />
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“I thought you wanted to? You know you pretty much threw yourself at me right when I walked in the door. Sending a guy the wrong signals isn’t a good thing. Especially me.” <br />
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“You know what Josh? I only did it to make Lucus jealous okay. I like him not you. Get that through your head why don’t you? Now just get out of my house!” <br />
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I hadn’t realized that I drew the attention of the crowd until I heard everyone murmuring. Embarrassed I shook my head on the verge of tears and ran into my room. I didn’t really care if they stayed. I knew they would all leave when they wanted to. The pulsing beats of the music vibrated through my walls and I could hear people laughing on the other side. <br />
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Upset I leaned up against the door wishing they would all just shut up. I felt like an idiot as it was, and frankly I felt stupid for having my first kiss with Josh. I wanted to share that with someone special not some creep. A light knock on my door startled me making me jump out of my skin. <br />
“Umm Kaybree, can I talk with you?” Not recognizing the voice I cracked the door open to reveal miss platinum blonde herself. Great what could she want? She probably wanted to cuss me out me out for crushing on her boyfriend. <br />
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“Yea I suppose.” I let her in and shut the door once again. “What do you want to talk about? It’s not like I don’t already feel stupid for saying I was crushing on your boyfriend.” She gave me an odd look and started to laugh. <br />
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“Kaybree, Lucus isn’t my boyfriend. Hun he’s just a really good friend of mine. I don’t go for guys anyways. My name’s Becca by the way.” Confused for a bit it hit me. She was a lesbian…. Plopping down on the bed next to her I smiled. <br />
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“So then why is it you wanted to talk to me?” She rolled her eyes at me and laughed again. Frustrated I rose my eyebrow at her and gave her my best just spit it out look. <br />
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“Okay, okay fine I’ll tell you. Kaybree, Lucus has a thing for. Heck he has since he first moved here at the beginning of high school. He’s one of those overly shy guys. Well that is until you get to know him. Then you just can’t get him to shut up.” My heart soared into my throat as she continued to talk. “But that’s beside the point. See here when he say Josh full on out kiss you on the couch he left. Upset might I add.” Feeling my heart fall back down I frowned. <br />
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“I ruin everything.” I sighed and she placed her hand on my shoulder. Maybe if I was more blunt on telling him I liked him or even gave him more signs then maybe that could have been him I was kissing on the couch. <br />
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“No you don’t hun, he wasn’t even aware you liked him. Though I had to stay back and get your side of things. I kind of got the hint you were trying to make him jealous, but he obviously didn’t. I suggest you text him or heck maybe even call him so you can sort things out.” The door slammed closed and she frowned. “Sounds like everyone just left.” <br />
Shrugging I sighed. <br />
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“I don’t care.” She gave me a big hug and stood up. “Now you don’t be a stranger. You seem pretty chill, text me sometime okay?” She flipped a paper at me before she walked out of my bedroom door. Scratching my nose I peeked out in the living room to find everyone had left. Checking all the rooms to double check no one else was around I locked the door and dressed into my pjs. I was nervous, I didn’t want to seem to forward, so maybe I would just talk to him at graduation in a couple of days to let him cool off. </span>Smirkehhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03584578848081415913noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1364758269508744811.post-33292237867931370892011-10-03T13:54:00.001-07:002011-10-03T13:54:28.259-07:00Gone to Soon: Chapter 2.1<span class="postbody"><img border="0" src="http://i1220.photobucket.com/albums/dd458/LittleSmirk90/NLTL/Screenshot-93-1.jpg" /> <br />
I was told more than once that mom was a little off her rocker after my dad died. I remember her vaguely. Coming home seeing her face and excited that I would be able to see her. The last time I saw her was the first day of first grade. I came home excited telling her about my new friends, and asking her where my father was. <br />
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My grandma always told me that was the last thing that pushed her over the edge. Though I know there was more to it. She doesn’t know, but I found that note my mom wrote all those years ago. I still have it. Sometimes I wish I could see her again, but that isn’t going to happen. I’m hundreds of miles away in Hidden Springs. Closing my eyes I can still remember some of it. <br />
<i>You were everything to me this is why I have to leave. So sleep well my angel. Under all the ash and the lies something beautiful here now dies. And the tears burn my eyes as you sit there all alone. I’m sorry.</i> Opening my eyes once again I sighed. <br />
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My mom didn’t realize that grandma had read the note shortly after she left to go to the beach. She was found just in time, and placed in a mental institution. I don’t know exactly what happened, but grandma wouldn’t let me see her after everything happened. She whisked me away in hope of erasing all the bad memories. <br />
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In a sense I’m kind of glad that I never got dragged into everything that had happened when I was little. I probably would have been made fun of, but well I still kind of am here. I may not be the most fashionable because my grandma doesn’t have spare cash to spend money on high fashion items. I guess maybe it could be because I’m a bit of a loner or a nerd. I stick to myself more than anything. <br />
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“Hey.” Josh lazily lay back on the wall giving me his typical bedroom eyes. <br />
“Josh what do you want?” I sighed and rolled my eyes trying to make it obvious that I don’t want anything to do with him. Josh has always had a thing for me since I pretty much moved here. He was one of those cocky kids who thought they could get whatever they wanted. <br />
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“How are you doing?” Moving towards me he shook his eyebrows up and down. “You know what would look good on you?” His breath was hot on my cheek. <br />
“Knock it off Josh.” I stepped back but he moved right along with me. Clasping my arm in his hand he intently looked into my eyes. <br />
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“Answer me?” His grip tightened on my arm as I struggled to get away from him. <br />
“Josh you’re hurting me.” I pulled harder against his grip hoping his hands were sweaty enough to get loose. <br />
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“You know Josh maybe you should let go of her?” Startled we both looked over and see Lucus standing there with a determined look on his face. Lucus… he was the ultimate in dreamy. Though I didn’t really realize he even knew I existed. He was one of those goth or emo teens… or whatever it is you wanted to call them. And well me, I already said I was a class a loner slash nerd. <br />
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“Why should I? Are you going to make me?” Josh sneered as he dragged me to the side but making sure he didn’t release his grip. <br />
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“If I have to I will be more than happy to do so.” Cracking his knuckles he took another step forward. Sensing the fear in Josh’s body language he took another one. <br />
“Fine whatever she’s all yours.” Mumbling under his breath he glared at me as he released my arm. <br />
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Sliding my hands through my hair I smirked at him. “Thanks Lucus.” Brushing off his shirt he closed the distance between us. <br />
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“No problem Kay. I can’t really stand it when women get treated badly like their some piece of meat.” Smiling he looked me up and down. “Plus you’re a pretty cool chick.” <br />
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I swallowed hard suddenly feeling nervous. “You really think that? I mean we haven’t hung out or ever really talked to each other.” <br />
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“Yeah really. Remember we do have a couple of classes together. I see how you are. It’s kind of cute.” I blushed and he laughed. “But hey if you ever want to just hang out, can I have your number and well I’ll text you and what not.” <br />
Still stunned I just shook my head and mumbled out my number. “Thanks. I’ll see you around Kay.” <br />
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I watched as he walked off still too stunned to even comprehend what was going on. Walking home I couldn’t help but wonder if he was just joking or if he really was serious and if I’d hear from him. My phone buzzed in my pocket causing me to almost drop my books. <br />
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With sweaty palms I turned it on to see that my grandma had texted me. Great she figured out to text. I seriously was hoping she wouldn’t. Of course she was always a bit too concerned for comfort. I guess that could be because of what happened to my mom. <br />
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Sighing as I walked through the door and I knew immediately that I would get a lecture from her because I was late from school. Trying my best to be quite I tried to sneak up to my room, but of course my grandma was like a blood hound and was on my toes before I knew it. <br />
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“Where have you been young lady?” Her stern voice made me cringe and sigh. “You were supposed to be home a half hour ago and don’t go on and tell me you stayed late at school to catch up on your homework.” <br />
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“Grandma, seriously it’s a half hour! It’s not like I’m out getting knocked up or some stupid crap!” Throwing my hands up in the air I was beginning to get fed up with all of her crap. “Just please shut up!” <br />
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Her mouth hung open slightly as the fury began to build up. “Kaybree Ann Reed you do not ever talk to me like that ever again!” She pointed to my door. “Now go to your room!” <br />
Laughing I shook my head. “I can’t wait till I get out of here.” I mumbled under my breath just low enough so she couldn’t hear it. <br />
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Stacking my books on my desk I sprawled out on the floor. My phone buzzed once again in my pocket. Sitting up I turned on the screen to see an unknown number displayed across the screen followed by, hey, it’s Lucus. Smiling and giddy I replied. Maybe there was hope in this miserable life after all. </span>Smirkehhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03584578848081415913noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1364758269508744811.post-51934274527611979802011-09-29T17:47:00.000-07:002011-09-29T18:28:00.080-07:00When I'm Gone: Chapter 1.11Okay so now you will all see which song inspired this generation. Red - Hymn for the Missing: <object height="315" width="420"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/etQ5Jzv45Qw?version=3&hl=en_US"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/etQ5Jzv45Qw?version=3&hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="420" height="315" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true"></embed></object><br />
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You know you never realize just how fast kids grow up. It seemed just like yesterday that I was changing her diapers and teaching her to walk and talk. I watched from the sidewalk as she climbed onto the bus for her first day of first grade. This was going to be more difficult that I had thought. My mom had been going up and down with the idea of moving away, which I of course didn’t like one bit. <br />
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I may have a piece of Ryan with me each and every day, but call me a prude I don’t want leave. I don’t want to make him think I’ve forgotten and moved on. My mom tells me every day that he would want me to move on and find someone for Kaybree, but I just don’t have the heart to do it. I felt like I would be cheating and mocking the image he made. <br />
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I still love him even if it has been six years. I swallowed hard as I glanced back the house and see my mom standing in the window. She knows what goes through my head it’s almost scary, but there’s one thing that always crosses it that I know for sure she doesn’t know about. <br />
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Walking back to the house my mom stops just as I walk in the front door. “They grow up so fast don’t they? I still remember your first day of school.” She smiled at me as I forced a smile. <br />
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“They sure do mom, but I think I’m going to go write some more on my book okay?” Her smile faded and shook her head. She looked almost sad. <br />
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Grabbing my laptop I opened my files and let my fingers fly across the keyboard. I never really let anyone read my work. It’s personal to me up until I release it. Call it the jitters I don’t know exactly. I gnawed gently on the side of my cheek as I slumped in my chair. This wasn’t working anymore. None of it was. I was being defeated by the demons that always lingered nearby. <br />
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Taking in a deep breath I opened up a new file pouring my heart and soul into it. Before I knew it heard Kaybree in the next room. I hadn’t realized that much time had gone by. <br />
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“MOM!” she came barreling into my room with a wide smile on my face. “Guess what! Guess what!” she jumped up and down as I shut my laptop. <br />
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“What is it sweety?” I took her into my lap and sat her on my knee. <br />
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“School was awesome! We made pictures and I got to meet all my new classmates. There’s this girl her name is Cindy and I think we are going to be best friends. We sit next to each other in class and we even sat together at lunch too!” I chuckled as I ruffled her hair. <br />
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“I’m so glad you’re making friends already.” She became quite as a confused look went across her face. <br />
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“Mommy, I have a question?” She glanced up at me as I put her back down and stood up. My legs were beginning to cramp from sitting down too long. <br />
“Of course hun.” I smiled slightly for reassurance. <br />
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“There was a man today that picked Cindy up. She said he was her dad.” She looked up at me with curious eyes. “Why don’t I have a daddy mom?” I shut my eyes to stop the sudden sensation of crying. I knew she would ask eventually, but I didn’t think she would ask so soon. I motioned for her to sit on the edge of the bed with me. <br />
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“Kaybree, honey something bad happened to your dad when you were still in mommy’s belly.” I got up from the edge of the bed to rummage through one of the desk drawers and pulled out a picture. Ryan and I are smiling faces shown mockingly at me and depicted a time of happiness. This was one of our engagement pictures. Turning around I handed it to her. <br />
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“Your father’s name was Ryan. He was a wonderful man, and he would have been so proud of you Kaybree. You are everything he wanted in a daughter.” I sniffled as I held back more tears. <br />
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“Mommy, don’t cry.” She jumped up still holding the picture and hugged me. “You still have me.” I swallowed hard. <br />
“I know honey, I love you.” She squeezed my neck just before I put her down. <br />
“I love you too mommy. I forgot, grandma said I needed to come help her make cookies!” She placed the picture down on my bed and skipped out of the doorway. <br />
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Longingly I looked at the picture on my bed. Picking it up I placed it on the edge of my desk. For so long I kept it in that drawer hoping it would keep all the memories at bay, but of course it didn’t. I shut my eyes and let the tears come and the pain floods my heart once again. <br />
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“Mommy!” Kaybree’s voice echoed up the stairs. “Come get some cookies!!!” Wiping away the tears I sucked in a steady breath. I needed to be strong for just a little bit longer for her. <br />
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Walking down the stairs I knew instantly my mom knew something was up from my composure. “Kaybee, why don’t you take some of those cookies we made and head up stairs to watch some cartoons while your mother and I make some dinner?” <br />
“Okay.” Happily she grabbed a handful of cookies and made her way up the stairs. <br />
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“What’s wrong Luc?” She pulled some ingredients from the fridge as I washed up the rest of the dishes. <br />
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“She asked me where her dad was.” My mother went silent. “I told her something happened to him but not what. I don’t need my six year old dwelling on traumatizing things.” <br />
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Drying them off I placed them in the cupboards and turned to see my mom staring at me. <br />
“Are you alright?” Shaking my head yes I plopped down at the kitchen table. She grabbed my hand and squeezed it reassuringly. “She needs you Luc.” She could sense it now, which scared me even more. <br />
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As we sat down for dinner Kaybree told us about the rest of her day, but the horrible gnawing feeling in the back of my head kept me distracted. Did she really need a nut job of a mother who was always on the verge of being pushed over the edge? This was in fact the anniversary of the first day we met. I couldn’t dwell on it. I just couldn’t, not right now. <br />
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The night came to a close as I tucked Kaybree in her bed. I sat there for the longest time watching her sleep. I’ve tried giving her everything I could, but somehow I still felt it wasn’t good enough. Closing my eyes I shook my head lightly and clicked the door shut behind me. It was time. <br />
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Now as I sit here on the beach on our six year anniversary, with Kaybree safe at home snug in her bed I know it needs to be done. I left a note on my mother’s nightstand just before I left. She never understood. I’ll never be able to be the mother Kaybree deserves. I’m always off wondering of what could have been instead of what it is. I lost everything. I am an empty shell of nothing and I don’t even deserve to be alive. I should have died with Ryan. <br />
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I sighed as I gazed up into the never ending sky. Saying my last good-byes I stood up and stepped into the water cold grasp. Walking slowly I fell forward and at first it felt like a million knives were being pushed into my skin and oddly it became a peaceful sensation. I closed my eyes welcoming deaths embrace and the hopes that Ryan will be waiting for me on the other side. I felt the urge to breath grow and I gladly said my last words to myself. “I will find you again.” I saw as Ryan reached for me with a smile upon his face and soon I was in his arms once again. </span>Smirkehhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03584578848081415913noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1364758269508744811.post-70360053992403725042011-09-26T19:38:00.001-07:002011-09-26T19:41:51.600-07:00Never Be the Same - Chapter 1.10<span class="postbody"><img border="0" src="http://i1220.photobucket.com/albums/dd458/LittleSmirk90/NLTL/Screenshot-20.jpg" style="width: 650px;" /> <br />
The worst part of everything was watching him being lowered into the ground. It really didn’t hit me hard until the actual reality of it set in once he was buried. He was gone and he was never coming back. I closed my eyes as I stood over his grave as my heart pounded in my chest. I still can’t believe it’s been nine months since his death. It still feels as if it was yesterday that he held me in his arms. <br />
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Our soon to be born baby rolled around in my stomach sensing my mood shifting. Lightly I touched my stomach hoping that somehow I could reassure the unborn child everything will be alright no matter how down I get. The baby was the only thing I had left of Ryan besides the memories I held dear in my heart. <br />
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Taking in a deep breath I touched his headstone as I set down a single small rose near it. “I love you Ryan.” I whispered lightly into the brisk cool air of the night. I think the only piece of good news that I ever received since his death was that Colby was found guilty for his murder. Thank goodness at that. I was relieved to know I wouldn’t have to leave town. <br />
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Turning around I made my way back to my car and back to my moms. Since Ryan’s death I didn’t feel comfortable living there in the small home we bought together. It was oddly quiet and it reminded me so much of what we once had. <br />
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I thought things would be easier and I’d be able to cope more since we weren’t married, but even though I carry this living baby inside me I still feel like my whole world is missing. I blame myself more than ever, even though everyone tells me it wasn’t my fault; I know deep down inside it really is. I insisted he went out that night even though he didn’t want to leave me behind, and if it weren’t for doing something about Colby maybe he wouldn’t have snapped and shot him just to get to me. Maybe we should have moved… maybe… there was an unlimited amount of maybes that I could continue with, but I just couldn’t stop beating myself up about ‘maybe’ or ‘if’ and ‘what could have been’. <br />
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Pulling into the driveway I slouched as my way up the front steps of my mother’s small and greeting home. Lightly shutting the door my mom jumped from the chair she ended up passing out in. Did I forget to mention that people treat me far differently than they used to. I swear they think I’m on the edge of a psychotic breakdown and need to be placed in a mental hospital so I can be put in a stupid white jacket that lets me hug myself all stinking day. <br />
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“You’re home.” She pushed a small strand of hair from her face as she tried to make the worried look on her face casual. “Visit him again?” Clearing her throat she walked up to me placing a hand on my shoulder. <br />
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“Yeah I did.” I placed my hand over my stomach once more as an odd and very painful sensation made its way through my abdomen. <br />
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“Lucy….I think it’s time we talked.” She went to open her mouth, but I threw my hand up stopping her as another wave of pain rolled my body. “Don’t you..” I cut her off before she could even finish her sentence. <br />
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“Mom, I think it’s time.” Grabbing a hold of my stomach it felt hard beneath my fingers and I knew immediately it was in fact time. <br />
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"Oh my goodness.” All the worry washed from her voice as it was replaced with excitement. <br />
Being whisked away to the hospital I was lost in thought once again as I tried to ignore the staggering pain. Ryan… oh how I wish he was here to help me through this, but no I had to settle for my loon of a mother. <br />
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The deliver went smooth and faster than I could have hoped for. Once I saw her face I was in love all over again. She reminded me so much of Ryan. I didn’t even realize 2 days had gone by since I had her and standing outside with her in my arms with my mother standing with me. <br />
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“She’s so lovely Lucy.” My mother held her in the arms shortly after we arrived home. “I think Kaybree fits her just right.” <br />
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I smiled for the first time in a long time. “I think it does too mom.” Taking her from my mom I held her close and whispered softly. “Ryan would have loved you.” Pulling her back I looked into Kaybree’s eyes and felt at peace. I had to be strong for her. <br />
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Sometimes at night I swear I could hear Kaybree cooing and Ryan laughing. I could always imagine just how he would be. Holding her close and gently playing with her by blowing raspberries on her belly. I wonder at times when I go in her room at night if he’s there with her in spirit and she’s the only one that can see him. <br />
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Months flew by and I don’t know where I would be without the help of my mom. I got back into the flow of writing and whenever I was on the verge of a break down my mom was there to whisk away Kaybree so I could have a break, and to think I dreaded living here for the longest time. <br />
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Soon it was Kaybree’s first birthday and as we stood by the bright lights of her birthday cake; everyone cheered as I helped her blow out her candles and the lingering feeling of something missing filled my soul once again. I wasn’t sure how I was going to do this anymore. There was always the constant fighting with the inner demons that tormented me so as I struggled to push back every fleeting moment. </span>Smirkehhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03584578848081415913noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1364758269508744811.post-49518013781424645492011-09-14T07:14:00.001-07:002011-09-18T00:26:52.213-07:00Watch Me Fall - Chapter 1.9<span class="postbody"><img border="0" src="http://i1220.photobucket.com/albums/dd458/LittleSmirk90/Screenshot-121.jpg" /> <br />
This spot holds so much more than happy memories; it also holds the one memory I can’t seem to escape no matter how much I try to run from it. It haunts every waking moment; every single dream is turned into the real nightmare I lived. I swallow hard as I crawl to the edge of the glossy ocean. My reflection stares back at me as the moon glistens and shines above. <br />
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Mascara has run down my cheeks from my sky blue eyes and my smile has vanished into a never ending frown. I’m not the girl I used to be. Time has a way of changing things, transforming people places and things from the way they were in the beginning. Its evil twisted ways have changed me for the worst. I blame myself for everything that’s happened. It was my entire fault he came out this way that fateful night. <br />
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Hovering my hand over my reflection I place into the ice cold water. Shaking my head in acknowledgement I know now that if I were to go into the ocean I wouldn’t make it for long. I want to do this; no I need to do this. It’s the only way I can forget him and the only way I can be with him. I sniffle as I look up at the never ending sky and wonder what it would be like to fly above the stars. <br />
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I leaned up against the wall with my arms folded with a small smirk as Ryan talked away with Michael. They were planning on some guy’s night out, but of course Ryan felt like he had to talk to me to make sure it was okay. He kept saying he didn’t want to leave me by myself since my friends were too busy doing their own thing. It seemed more and more that they just never had time for me anymore. Though I insisted multiple times it would be good for him to have a good night out with the guys. <br />
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“Are you sure?” He took my hand in his and squeezed it gently. “I don’t want to leave you here bored out of your mind.” I squeezed his hand reassuringly. <br />
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“Ryan you worry too much. I’m big girl I can entertain myself. Now you go on and have some fun.” I kissed him lightly on the lips. “I love you.” <br />
He grabbed a hold of the door knob and turned back to look at me. “I love you too Lucy.” He smiled and walked out of the door. <br />
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I sighed and plopped down on the couch finally able to have some time to think. I need to tell him something, and yet I didn’t know how to tell him. I was worried about his reaction because it’s not like I could just come out and say it. How odd would that be to blurt something like that out in the open. All the signs were there, and the doctor herself confirmed it. I was pregnant. Feeling tired I slumped forward. Maybe I should just go lay down. <br />
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Slicking my hair back I grabbed a book from the self as I made my way towards the bedroom and lay in bed. As I opened the book I took in a deep breath and as I began read my eyelids grew heavy and soon, I was fast asleep. <br />
<b> <br />
RYAN’s POV:</b> <br />
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I didn’t want to leave her there all by herself, but the more she insisted the more I knew she would be mad at me if I didn’t at least go out and enjoy myself. It’s a relief yes, to get away from all the wedding planning and relax with the guys for a while. I just wish Lucy would have been able to do the same with her friends. <br />
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It was always a big thing for my friends and I to go out and hang out by the ocean at night. I don’t know what it was about it, but I think it’s just the way the moon looked across the rippling water and the fish glistened in the night sky while we were out on the ocean. I’ll admit yes there’s drinking and music, but that’s just how we relaxed. <br />
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As we hiked down to our spot the sensation of something bad was going to happen struck me. I felt uneasy and slightly skittish as we neared the water’s edge. The crashing of the waves lapped at our feet as we sat down gazing out at the sunset. <br />
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“You know man, we need to do this more often.” Michael leaned over handing me an open bottle. Taking a quick swig to douse my nerves I shook my head yes. “Though we all know how wrapped up in that girl you are.” <br />
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I slightly laughed as I took another drink. “Yeah man, but what can I say I love the girl. I don’t know what I’d do without her.” <br />
The night was going good. We reminisced and became crazy idiots. We didn’t realize what was about to happen though. Even drunk and happy I still had that feeling in the back of my head. The shot of the gun that was determined to take my life was covered up by the crashing of the waves. <br />
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At first I didn’t feel it, but when it hit the pain was searing beyond all reason. I collapsed to the ground with my friends unaware of what had happened they still dance about the fire like drunken loons. I tried to call out for them, but they couldn’t hear me. <br />
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I grasped at my side and closed my eyes. The last thing I wanted to see was her smiling face. I knew I wouldn’t make it. I’d never be able to see her again. See her smiling face. Hold her close or feel the warmth of her body next to mine. I’d never start the family I knew she longed for. As I took my last few breaths I watched as all the memories we shared play behind my eyes. <br />
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Lucy’s POV: </b> <br />
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I awoke to a loud crashing noise at the front door. Startled I almost fell out of bed. Collecting myself I got up and made my way to the living room, but before I got fully out of the bedroom door I was forced up against the wall and forcefully kissed. Confused I tried to push away who I thought was Ryan. How wrong was I, when I was able to finally push him away and see it was Colby. <br />
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“Colby!” I shoved him hard causing him the trip over the end of the bed. “What the heck are you doing here?” I backed up slowly towards the door as he tried to get up off of the floor. <br />
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“Didn’t I tell you I’d have you one day?” His twisted smile glared back at me as he made his way towards me. I sucked in a deep breath as I turned to run, but he caught my arm before I could get to the front door. I was crying and pleading for Ryan to come home and help me in my mind. <br />
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Yanking me towards him he glared into my eyes. “He’s not coming home.” His whisper was as deadly and poisonous as it made its way into my thoughts. Lights pierced through the windows as someone pulled in, and that someone was probably Ryan. Instinct took over and I managed to knee him where it counts. He dropped slightly towards the floor and I managed to make it to the front door. <br />
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But it wasn’t Ryan there to help me. Instead I was greeted to two grim looking police officers. It didn’t really click until after they took Colby into custody, but I had a grave feeling something was horribly wrong. I knew Ryan would have been back by now. It was almost day break, and there was no sign of him. <br />
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The gravel crunched beneath the police officers as they made their way back towards me. “I’m Officer Stewart and this is Officer Silvas. I do take it you are Lucy Reed.” This wasn’t good and they knew I knew it. I shook my head yes as my heart jumped up into my throat. Officer Stewart took off his hat as he lightly placed his hand on my shoulder. “I’m sorry miss, but I’ve got some bad news for you, but your fiancé has been…” I broke. I knew what he was going to say, and I didn’t want to hear it. <br />
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I collapsed onto the rocky gravel of my driveway and cried. Officer Silvas bent down and helped me back up and did the best he could to comfort me. “I’m so very sorry for your loss miss.” My heart shattered into a million pieces. “We need you to come in and identify his body. I know it’s a lot to ask, but it needs to be done so the preparations can begin.” He truly did sound remorseful and I let them guide me to their car as I stayed in a state of shock. <br />
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I couldn’t help but ask what happened, and I regret asking. It just made everything ten times worse. I was the cause of his death, and I knew exactly who did it. Colby. I couldn’t help but blurt it out, but they reassured me they were told by Michael and Dillon they were sure it was Colby who was leaving the scene shortly after the shooting. <br />
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I was sick to my stomach by the time we arrived at the morgue. I stood by a body with a sheet lightly draped over it, and I could see every outline of Ryan’s face beneath it. When they reviled his face the sound of me slowly dying inside escaped my lips. Sensing that I wanted to be left alone they left me so I could say my final good-byes. <br />
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I took his cold stiff hand in mine as I gazed upon what once was my whole life. I licked my lips and begged for me to wake up in bed with him beside me, but I knew it wasn’t going to happen. He was dead and gone, and it was my entire fault. I lightly leaned over and kissed the top of his head as I let a single tear slide down my cheek and onto his ice cold skin. I’ll never be able to feel his strong arms around me, or the love he felt for me ever again. I’m going to miss his smile and the upbeat laughter and joy he brought into my life. <br />
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“I’m so sorry Ryan.” I choked back a sob. “You were going to be a father; I know you would have been an amazing one. I love you Ryan, and I’ll never forget you.” </span>Smirkehhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03584578848081415913noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1364758269508744811.post-26601203442360271382011-09-12T03:59:00.001-07:002011-09-12T12:45:27.338-07:00All I Need Is You - Chapter 1.8<span class="postbody"> <img border="0" src="http://i1220.photobucket.com/albums/dd458/LittleSmirk90/Screenshot-69.jpg" /> <br />
You know I sat there for the longest time after they left the lake. Pondering on what exactly I could do, and just how I could execute them. I wanted that poor excuse of a man out of the picture and the faster the better because from the looks of their intent kisses and overly grabby hands things might just progress faster than I would hope for. <br />
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Shrugging I made my way back to my car and back to her house. Sure enough when I pulled up on the opposite side of the street Ryan’s truck was parked in her driveway and all the lights were off in the house. Not good. Not one little bit. Infuriated I had think of something quick to stop the more than likely entanglement of limbs on the inside. <br />
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Bolting from the car I found the biggest rock possible and hurled it into her window. The crashing of glass echoed into the dead night followed by a very hectic scream. Satisfied I stayed out of sight and ran behind my car. The front light flicked on and out stepped Mr. Pretty Boy… in his underwear. whitey tighties to be exact okay they weren’t white, but they were pretty much under that classification. <br />
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I watched as he scouted the property and how eager I was to knock him out and run inside. The lights were out. Lucy wouldn’t have a clue, but I couldn’t risk it. Not yet, the cops were probably called, and I should leave. I wouldn’t want to tip Lucy or pretty boy of the impending doom that was unfolding in my mind. <br />
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Sluggishly I strode my way into my small, dingy, makeshift of a home. Kicking off my shoes and stripping off my clothes I decided to make myself some coffee. The stuff never really had any effect on me, but sometimes it helped me think just a bit more clearly. <br />
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Sitting down at the table I held the cup in my hands and hung my head slightly. How was I going to do this? How was I going to manage and pull everything off that kept twisting around in my mind like a cyclone? <br />
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The wheels in my head began to twist and turn. I’d have to find a time and place where he wasn’t with Lucy. Maybe driving to his work or just going somewhere in general to see her. A car accident wouldn’t even point towards its purposeful meaning of getting him the heck out of my way. I’d have Lucy before I knew it. <br />
Here’s the thing, as I tried to find the perfect time the days turned to weeks and the weeks to months, and soon the display that played before my eyes made the fire burn even more. <br />
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<b>RYAN’s Point of View:</b> <br />
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Her sweet melodic voice whispered into my ears as I adjusted my clothes and rubbed the back of my neck. The palms of my hands seemed to pour with sweat as my nerves ran on high. I tried to take slow easy breaths, but this… this was the day. This was going to be the day I’d ask Lucy the number one question that always toyed around with my thoughts like raggedy dolls. <br />
A slight knock on our bedroom door startled me causing me to almost knock a vase off of the dresser. <br />
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“Hey, aren’t you ready yet?” He smile beamed brightly as she giggled. <br />
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“Yeah, I’m ready.” I took her hand in mine and within seconds the worries all washed away. These past few months have been heaven. We moved into our own place a month or so back, and we’re still getting settled. Even though we haven’t known each other for very long, we know we were made for each other. It’s just that feeling you get whenever you near them. The feeling of actual love, and that if that person was taken from you, you’d be lost. <br />
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Now it was time to seal the deal completely; make her mine forever and eternity. I was taking her to the same exact spot we met all those months ago. What spot could be better for asking something so intimate? <br />
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“You look so adorable with the crease of worry on your forehead you know?” She playfully tugged on my arm as we stepped out near the beach. I couldn’t help but smirk as we walked down towards the ocean’s edge. <br />
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“Oh you know, I wanted to try the whole wrinkle look out before we got older. How does it look?” I made quote marks with my fingers and wiggled my eyebrows up and down causing her to burst out laughing. <br />
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“Oh Ryan, you look amazing with or without wrinkles. You know I love you for you silly.” She brushed my hair from my eyes and smiled as she cupped my cheek in her hands. <br />
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Sighing I took her hand in mine kissing the top of it. “I know which brings me to something I’ve been meaning to ask you.” <br />
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I kneeled down feeling the soft sand sink under my knees weight. I watch as she lightly gasped as I fumbled around with the box in my pocket. <br />
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“Lucy Ann Reed, will you give me the honor of being my wife?” She gasped and shook her head yes. <br />
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With my shaking hands I slipped the ring on her slender finger as my heart thumbed rapidly in my chest. I loved her more than ever as I gazed up noticing a small crystal tear, caught by the moon’s rays, run down her cheek. <br />
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“I love you Ryan.” She whispered lightly as she wrapped me up into a hug. I could smell the saltiness of the ocean as a breeze rolled through the beach sending shivers down my spine. That tingling sensation of being watch peeked my interest and I couldn’t help but notice a crouched figure in the bushes. <br />
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Shaking my head I suddenly had the feeling we weren’t fully safe anymore. I pulled back with a smile before I spoke. “Corny I know, but I really wouldn’t mind going back home and cuddling?” She rolled her eyes and bit her lip. <br />
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“Sounds good to me!” Taking her hand once more we headed back to the truck and back home. Just as we stepped through the front door and locked it up she wrapped me up into an embrace pushing her lips against mine. I’m not sure if it was the forcefulness of the kiss or just because I felt it was time but I sensed she wanted much more than just cuddling. <br />
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I wasn’t going to complain and I wasn’t going to stop unless she asked, but things got a bit out of hand. It was like a whirlwind with the adrenaline and the excitement coursing through my veins as our kissing developed in something much more passionate. <br />
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It was amazing I’ll give it that, and once everything was said and done we held each other in one another’s arms not saying anything, we were too afraid to break the silence. Too afraid that if we spoke we might wake up and find it all to be nothing but a dream. </span>Smirkehhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03584578848081415913noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1364758269508744811.post-26729684796000114992011-09-10T20:12:00.001-07:002011-09-10T20:12:27.477-07:00Have to love it ya know?Sooooo I have the wonderful writers block -__- I'm half way through chapter 8 and am at lost for words lol. Kind of bites the big one, but just figured I'd let ya all know that's why I haven't updated in almost a week! Soon I'll get it out I promise lol!<br />
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Smirk-Smirkehhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03584578848081415913noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1364758269508744811.post-24627973783342971162011-09-03T17:57:00.000-07:002011-09-03T17:57:04.258-07:00Love's the Only Rule - Chapter 1.7<span class="postbody"><span style="display: inline; font-size: 18px; line-height: normal; overflow: hidden; word-wrap: break-word;"></span> <img border="0" src="http://i1220.photobucket.com/albums/dd458/LittleSmirk90/Screenshot-2-3.jpg" /> <br />
The next day rolled around, and I was all smiles after my long conversation with Ryan. It’s our official first date here in just a few minutes. I couldn’t help but double check the mirror every few seconds to make sure my hair didn’t decide to frizz up into a nice orange redish afro. That… well that would just be horrible. <br />
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A small knock on the door made my heart leap right into my throat. I was nervous… why on earth was I nervous? I made out with the guy the other night and now I was nervous. Wiping my sweaty palms on my dress I opened the door with a cheesy smile on my face and stepped outside. <br />
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“Hey, you look lovely Lucy.” His smile widened as I turned around to face him after locking up. <br />
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“Thanks Ryan.” I managed to squeak out as my cheeks flooded with warmth. <br />
Taking my hand he led me to his car, and like a true gentleman he opened the door and helped me in. <br />
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“Close your eyes Lucy; I want it to be a surprise.” I smirked as I could hear the excitement in his voice. <br />
“Okay Ryan.” I giggled lightly as I covered my eyes. I could feel the pull of the car as he put it in gear and drove to our destination. We stayed quite for the rest of the drive up until the car came to a stop. Exiting the car he helped me out as I kept my eyes close. <br />
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“Okay Lucy you can look.” He sounded almost shy and unsure of my reaction, but as soon as I opened my eyes my breath was immediately taken away. <br />
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The beauty of the meadow by a small lake looked absolutely amazing under the diming sun. He set out a small picnic spot just beneath a willow tree. Its long tendrils kissed the lakes edge as a slight breeze rolled through the area. <br />
“Oh Ryan, this is so amazing.” I turned around wrapping him up into a hug. I felt his hands on my lower back as I pulled him in closer. <br />
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“I’m glad you like it Lucy. Hungry?” He lightly brushed his soft lips across my cheek as he pulled away from our embrace. <br />
“Yeah I am. This is just…” I was speechless what else could I say, I struggled for the right words, but nothing overly amazing popped into my head. “It’s just absolutely romantic Ryan.” We plopped down on opposite sides of the blanket he laid out and grabbed up some food. <br />
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“I made these myself you know.” He laughed as I took a giant bite of hamburger causing me to giggle and make food fly from my mouth. “Sorry.” He wiped away a bit of hamburger that flew out of my mouth and onto his sleeve. “No offense that was kind of gross.” His smile widened and we both burst out laughing at each other. <br />
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“You kind sir made me do it. So there’s nothing gross about it.” I flicked a piece of my bun at him. I stared at him as he scooted next to me. Slowly he wrapped an arm around my shoulder and I leaned into him. I felt safe and I felt at ease for once in the past couple of days. It was like Ryan was that perfect piece I was missing in my life. He made all my worries wash away with just one smile. <br />
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“Do you want to know what I was going to say to you last week?” Once again my heart began its rapid beat dance in my chest. <br />
“Of course I do. I’ve been curious about it for some time.” He brushed away one of my stray hairs from my face as he intently looked into my eyes. <br />
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“Lucy, I think I fell for you the instantly I met you.” His eyes never left mine as he rushed on with his confession. “I don’t know what it is about you, but I just feel like you are the missing piece in my life. It’s like when I’m away from you I urn to be with you again. And when I saw that jerk all over you the night before I snapped, and I knew I had to tell you how I felt.” His little dorky grin spread across his face. “Which all I can say is that I honestly hope you feel the same because if not I think I just made a fool of myself.” I watched as he swallowed hard as he took in a deep breath of air. <br />
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I was even more speechless than before. He felt exactly like I did. No words can ever describe how I felt in that moment, and I did exactly what I knew would make him understand that. Lightly I brought my lips against his kissing him deeply and hoping he could feel every single ounce of my feeling through that one single kiss. <br />
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“Wow.” We pulled away from each other and felt his breath hot against my face. “Just wow.” I giggled like a little school girl when I noticed the awe struck look across his face. <br />
“Lucy Reed, this may sound as corny as ever but will you be my girlfriend?” I placed the backside of my hand on his cheek. <br />
“Yes, Ryan I would love to be your girlfriend.” Bringing his lips to mine, everything I thought badly about love was erased all within that moment. <br />
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Colby’s POV: </b> <br />
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So I was just sitting there minding my own business in Lucy’s bushes when Mr. Pretty boy comes waltzing up her stairs without a care in the world. Well the thing here is I’ve had a bit of a thing for Lucy since high school , and this prissy guy wasn’t helping matters much of me getting to her one little bit. <br />
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I scratched the top of my head as I heard them talk, and pretty much wanted to puke when he opened the car door for her and helped her in. Sighing I walked to my parked car, climbed in and sped up to catch up to them.Wondering where the heck we were going we wound up just on the outskirts of town, and of course I was careful where I parked and finally made it to where they were just as they were sitting down for dinner. <br />
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I could tell that something funny must have been said by the way they were cracking up like little children. Jealousy ran through my body as I watch Ryan make his move by scooting next to her and placing his arm around her. <br />
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It wasn’t until they kissed that I wanted to actually hurt Mr. Pretty Boy. She was mine, and frankly if I couldn’t have her I sure as heck didn’t want anyone else having her. It wasn’t fair none of it was. I’d get him alone eventually, and when I did he’d wished he never have met me. </span>Smirkehhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03584578848081415913noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1364758269508744811.post-54902235201960031582011-08-31T17:26:00.001-07:002011-08-31T17:26:31.737-07:00The Truth Behind It All - Chapter 1.6<span class="postbody"><img border="0" src="http://i1220.photobucket.com/albums/dd458/LittleSmirk90/Screenshot-15-1.jpg" /> <br />
As the night drew to a close I stood at my front door holding Ryan’s hand in mine. I could feel each and every callous around his fingers and palm, but oddly it felt like his hand fit perfectly in mine. I sighed hoping things could get better with time. Everything that happened back at the bar was still swimming in my mind, and I wasn’t sure if I wanted to talk to my mom. Though I guess I could tell her what horrible taste she had and to never ever set me up again. <br />
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Well he says he knew me, but I just can’t seem to recall it just yet. Looking up I gazed into Ryan’s eyes now only wanting to focus on the good… no the best part of the night. My lips still tingled from our kisses back at the bar, and I desperately wished I could stop time. <br />
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“Lucy…” He he placed his index finger on his forehead as he gave me his small dorky grin. “I well I just... would you like to go out sometime? You know something maybe a bit more official and just the two of us?” Shrugging he looked into my eyes with hope. <br />
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“I’d love that Ryan.” Squeezing his hand I smirked at him as his smile widened. Leaning over he lightly brushed his lips against my cheek. <br />
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“I’ll call you tomorrow seeing as it’s what four in the morning right now.” Shaking my head yes, he climbed down my steps and turned back to look at me once more. Waving him good-bye I stepped inside my house and locked the door. Smiling lightly I made my way to my room to get changed into something more comfortable. <br />
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Just as I undressed and stepped into my pj’s my phone on the edge of my bed jumped around as it vibrated. Wondering who would be texting me this early in the morning I picked it up and just about dropped it again once I saw Colby’s number displayed across the screen. <br />
Frowning I read the words: <br />
<i>Figure it out yet my dear? </i> <br />
Imagining myself choking him through the phone I chucked it on my bed before I could break it. “No I haven’t figured it out yet.” I mumbled under my breath. <br />
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Gnawing on the inside of my cheek I made my way to my old bookcase and rummaged around until I found my old yearbook. <br />
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The pages felt old beneath my fingers as I flipped through the slick pages until I found what I was looking for. Colby Turner. His smiling boyish face smiled back at me from the page tauntingly. Suppressed memories glided their way into my thoughts and I pushed them back just as quickly. <br />
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Than it all clicked and fell into place. He was the nerdy kid that followed me everywhere I went. He caught me once at one of the school’s football games. I’d just recently broken up with my boyfriend and I was on the verge of tears. He comforted me… than he kissed me. <br />
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He always had this overly unhealthy obsession with me way back then. I thought for the longest time he and his family moved to Riverview shortly after high school. Guess I was wrong to think that he wouldn’t come back. <br />
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Shifting uneasily I put my yearbook back as I felt my eyelids grow heavy. Dreading sleep I reluctantly made my way to my room and climbed under the covers and hoped I could dream of Ryan, and not the torturing images of Colby which seemed to play behind my eyes each time I closed them. <br />
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Awaking in the afternoon I debated if I really wanted to call my mom or not. I was kind of freaked out to do so, I mean it’s not like I could tell her he tried to take advantage of me last night. I think that would go over like a fart in church…. <br />
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Shrugging I decided to whip up something to eat and watch one of my favorite shows. Just as I sat down a knock at the door almost made me fall off the edge of the couch. Groaning I got back up and went to the front door. <br />
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Peering through the small hole in the door I discovered it was none other than my mom. Lovely. Reluctantly I opened the door to see her smile broaden as she let herself in. She began to look around like she was looking for someone. Colby to be exact. <br />
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“He’s not here mom, and I don’t think I’ll ever be seeing him again.” I placed my fist on the side of my hip and gave her that whole ‘your horrible at this’ kind of look. She looked slightly stunned and slack jawed which just made matters worse. “I don’t really want to go into it, but let’s just say it was a horrible night.” <br />
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“Well it couldn’t have been that horrible honey.” She made her way back to the couch and plopped down causing it to make an odd squeaking noise. “He said he’d seen you around town quite a few times.” Looking over at the TV she sighed. <br />
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“Mom, just how is it you met him?” I was intrigued on how exactly he imposed himself to be an innocent watcher from afar kind of guy. <br />
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“Well he’s the son of one of my close friends Luc. Mrs. Lisa Turner.” She sounded slightly insulted as she stumbled along her story trying to take hold of her memory. I’ll admit it; my mom is pretty much a lunatic and is pretty much the most absent minded person you’ll ever meet. “Well we were talking about you actually, and she had told me that her son recently became single and was around your age. I of course insisted that I meet him.” <br />
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She motioned for me to come sit by here by patting the seat next to her. “He was home and she called out for him to come down so I could meet him. He seemed like such a nice young man.” <br />
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I cleared my throat and shook my head. “Mom, did you ever wonder why he already knew my name, and how on earth he could have possible known I was this supposed girl he had seen a few times around town?” More annoyed than ever I raised my eye brows at her as she wrapped her mind around that. <br />
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She knitted her eyebrows together as she tried to contemplate the answer. “Why actually no Luc, I didn’t. Do you know him?” <br />
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“Yea, mom I do. Well I didn’t until just recently. Last night he told me he knew who I was.” I drew in a deep breath as I decided to skip the part about him trying to take advantage of me. “When I got home, I had to look through my old yearbook, and sure enough it clicked. He used to be that nerdy stalker mom.” <br />
“Oh honey… If I would have known I never would have even set you two up.” She lightly padded my hand as if she needed to reassure me. <br />
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“Mom, it’s okay. At first I was mad, but not so much anymore. Want to stay for dinner and watch some TV?” I had plenty of food leftover, and I may as well invite her to stay for a while so she honestly didn’t think I was mad anymore. <br />
Though as we sat there watching TV together and gossiping away I still couldn’t get rid of the odd feeling of something horrible was going to happen. </span>Smirkehhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03584578848081415913noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1364758269508744811.post-25136907252283820482011-08-27T03:44:00.001-07:002011-08-27T03:44:59.288-07:00I'll Reach You - Chapter 1.5<span class="postbody">The ride to the bar felt longer than it actually took. I could seriously feel his eyes on the back of my head the whole ride there. I felt slightly self-conscious and cussed myself silently for wearing this overly revealing dress. Now if I was Ryan than it would be a totally different story. <br />
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Ryan… I can only hope that he doesn’t see me with Colby tonight. I haven’t a clue on how I would even explain it. What could I say? “OH hey Ryan! Oh uh this guy is just some random person my mom set me up with so don’t mind him I’m not at all interested in him.” <br />
“Hey, are we just going to stand outside or are we actually going to go in?” Colby’s voice made me jump twisting my ankle the right way I fell right into his arms. Great. <br />
“Uh, I’m sorry.” Embarrassed I blushed and straightened my dress out as I pulled myself out of his arms. Not the way I wanted to start off the evening. <br />
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Stale drinks and a faint hint of body odor filled my nose. Frowning I made my way to the bar in hopes of just drowning the night away quickly. Then again maybe it wasn’t a good thing to do that, it would make me a bit too vulnerable. <br />
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Turning around I was greeted to none other than Colby standing right behind me. Go figure that one, the man was like a lost puppy. My mom really knew how to pick them that’s for sure. <br />
“Wanna dance after I get you something to drink?” His smile beamed brightly which just annoyed me even more. Sighing I shook my head slightly. There wasn’t any sign of Ryan or his friends anywhere so I may as well try and enjoy the night as much as it pains me to do so. <br />
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“Yeah Colby that sounds great.” Putting on the best fake smile I could manage he ordered us a drink and handed one to me. Sipping away at the drink I kept noticing the way he was looking at me. It was odd, and making me feel even more uncomfortable. Handing me another drink I attentively drank it without realizing it. What can I say the stuff is pretty dang good? <br />
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Grasping my hand he led me to the dance floor where everything just started falling into place. His hands lingered on my hips his eyes focused on something besides my face. Pulling me towards him our lips were almost brushing. Things started getting weird. I suddenly felt like I knew him. <img border="0" src="http://i1220.photobucket.com/albums/dd458/LittleSmirk90/Screenshot-38-1.jpg" /> <br />
Pulling away from the almost kiss I went straight for the bar and plopped onto one of the bar stools. My head began to swim with distant memories of high school. Why? Why on earth would I get that sudden feeling of knowing him from nowhere? <br />
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He sighed as he stood behind me as he placed one of his hands on my shoulder. This I was not okay at all by any circumstances, but the lucid drinks flowing through my system made me want it to be okay. Great just great. I had to get away and I had to do it quick. I didn’t really full on realize what a light weight I was. I mean seriously a couple of drinks and I’m like an air headed blonde. <br />
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I stumbled quickly from the barstool almost causing Colby to bash his head into the bar. Ha! That will teach him for trying to get me tipsy. Leaning against the back wall I watched as he strutted my way. I don’t like you; I don’t like you I kept yelling on the inside of my head pleading him to just leave me alone. <br />
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Placing one of his hands above mine he placed his lips upon mine. My body gave; I couldn’t fight him back in this state. Closing my eyes I could only hope that this would end soon. <br />
“Do you remember me?” Colby whispered between our lips. “Do you remember the kiss we shared so long ago back in high school? You know the one under the bleachers.” His breath was hot on my face and I didn’t dare open my eyes because I knew for a fact he was staring at me. <br />
<b> <br />
RYAN's Point Of View:</b> <br />
I awoke to Michael yelling my name. So not the way I wanted to wake up after a long night of clubbing. <br />
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“Ryan seriously get your butt out of bed. We’re wanting to hit up Wylan’s tonight, and it’s way past opening dude!” I waved my hand at him to tell him to get the heck out of my room. <br />
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“Yea sure let me grab a quick shower and get dressed sheesh.” Stupidly Michael took a bow before closing my door. Sighing I grabbed my phone to see there weren’t any new messages. Frowning I shrugged. Maybe Lucy was still asleep. <br />
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Lazily I grabbed some clothes and made my way to the shower. Undressing I stepped under the luke warm spray wondering why on earth they wanted to go out again tonight. Michael had acted like he hadn’t been out in a while. Though he always acted like that, this right now was more annoying than ever. <br />
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After I felt like the grim from last night’s outing was gone I turned the shower off I dried off and got dressed. Running my hands through my damp brown hair I pulled it and combed it into the direction I wanted it to go. Surprisingly I didn’t have any bags under my grey eyes and felt overly refreshed. Odd. <br />
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Stepping into the living room Michael and Dillon were sprawled out on the couch watching TV with Marie and Melissa. Well that’s just peachy, mostly because there was no sign of Lucy. Clearing my throat they all jumped up from the couch looking a bit to startled than they should be. Frankly I didn’t even want to know what they were doing. <br />
“So um hey everyone.” I half mumbled in annoyance. <br />
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“Uh hi Ryan.” Melissa twiddled her fingers at me. “So umm hmm, we couldn’t get a hold of Lucy, but I bet you she would be here if she would have answered. Like you know?” Okay so maybe Lucy’s friends were as dumb as fence posts. <br />
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“Let’s get going than shall we? Sorry you’re pretty much the third wheel tonight Ryan.” I shrugged making them think I really didn’t care, but in all reality I did. It was itching under my skin that something wasn’t right. Something was off, and I really didn’t like it. <br />
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Arriving at Wylan’s I decided to hand out side for a bit so I could get some fresh air. No offense to them or anything, but with everyone sitting there in the back seat sucking face really doesn’t do well for one’s breathing in a cramped car. Annoyed I folded my arms debating if I should just stay out here or go inside and drink the night away. <br />
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Well drinking the night away doesn’t sound too shabby right about now. Entering Wylan’s I was greeted to a sight that about knocked the wind out of me. Lucy. She was with someone else. Kissing someone else to be exact. I turned to leave, but something stopped me. That feeling that something wasn’t quite right flooded every single bone of my body. <br />
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Without thinking I turned around and made my way towards Lucy and her lip locking partner. Noticing the grimacing look on her face I snapped. Yanking his shoulder I punched him square in the face. Stunned he fell back into Lucy causing her to squeak. “What the heck man?” Rubbing his jaw he straightened up making his way towards me. <br />
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Grabbing ahold of his shirt I taunted him without fear. “You sure she wanted your filthy mouth all over her?” Anger sparked behind his eyes as he shoved me back. <br />
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“And just who the heck says you could step in?” Throwing his arms to the side he was pretty much asking for a beating. Shoving him to the ground I dug my fist into the side of his face, and just as I was about to go for another Lucy’s hand covered mine up stopping it in before it could connect. <br />
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“Ryan, that’s enough.” She said lightly in a calm soothing voice. Scowling from the floor the guy looked at Lucy than to me. “Go Colby. I never want to see you again.” Switching her calm voice for a more firm one she pointed to the door after helping me get up from the floor. <br />
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Sneering as he left as threw his hand in the air mumbling something under his breath. <br />
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“Thank you so much Ryan.” She threw herself into my arms in pure relief. Pulling away a few inches she gazed into my eyes on the verge of tears. Lightly I placed my hand on the side of her face wanting nothing more than to comfort her. <br />
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Wrapping her arms around my neck tighter she brought her lip to mine in one quick swift. It was like electricity coursing through my body the instant her lips connected with mine, even when they just hovered lightly above mine. <br />
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“Thank you.” Her lips moved against mine as she talked. “Really thank you.” <br />
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Running my hands through her hair I smiled. “You don’t have to thank me Lucy. I couldn’t let him touch you. You’re already too special to me.” She lightly smiled as I wrapped her up into another hug. </span>Smirkehhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03584578848081415913noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1364758269508744811.post-21948658655919287292011-08-22T13:09:00.001-07:002011-08-22T13:09:57.124-07:00Ordinary World - Chapter 1.4<img border="0" src="http://i1220.photobucket.com/albums/dd458/LittleSmirk90/Screenshot-16.jpg" /> <span class="postbody"></span><br />
<div class="edit_area ifImgLarge" id="6150704" title="Double click to edit"> I could still smell the lingering effect of her perfume and with each and every breath I took in the smell of lilacs and roses filled my lungs bringing a smile to my face. I liked her yes, it was weird actually. She was funny and her personality was like a million stars in the sky. I couldn’t stop thinking about her since the night I met her on the beach. <br />
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I felt kind as if I was in some type of horribly corny soap opera. The ones where they guy and the girl instantly fall for each other just from the look in their eyes. That right there is exactly how I felt, but I wasn’t really sure if she felt the same way. Sure last night at the Birghtmore she seemed interested and very keen on knowing what I was going to tell her. Maybe she was hoping I’d spill the beans, but she could have also been waiting for me to say just so she could shut me down too. <br />
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My roommates clamored on and on about their ‘dates’ and how awesome it was to almost hook up with them on the second well third day of knowing them. Ridiculous I say. My mother always told me ever since I was little that all that mattered was the love not the making of love. That’s what I wanted. Something so pure and so untouchable the higher the affection grew the more you couldn’t stand to be away from that one person. <br />
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The way Lucy made me feel was just miraculous. I felt like a teenage boy again with my first crush and that horrible fluttering feeling in my stomach and knees going weak whenever I saw her. I chuckled mostly to myself as we waited for the elevator or our apartment building. <br />
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“So dude, did you make a move on that Lucy chick?” Dillon bumped my arm with his elbow and raised his eyebrows up and down like a complete dork. <br />
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“No Dillon, I didn’t make a move. I want to take things slow. You know how I am.” Both him and Michael made their usual ‘still doing that’ sound behind my back. <br />
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“Why not Ryan? She looked smoking hot tonight?” Michael prodded even more trying to make me feel like an idiot for not doing it. <br />
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“So? I know she looked good, but I don’t like rushing things. Just drop it.” Shaking my head I made my voice firm and even to let them know I wasn’t in the mood for their jokes this early in the morning. <br />
“Whatever dude.” Dillon let out a flabbergasted sound of defeat and dropped the subject as we entered the elevator. <br />
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The instant the doors open I headed straight for my room; wanting nothing more than the peace and tranquility I needed. Okay well what peace I could get; there really wasn’t much of that when you shared an apartment with two other people…annoying people. <br />
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Shutting my door I slid my jacket and shirt off letting them fall to the floor. I threw myself on top of my bed thinking of only her. The sweet melody of her voice, the cute squeakiness of her laugh and just the way she presented herself made her completely unforgettable. <br />
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The temptation of texting her surged through my body, but she was probably already asleep. Yawning maybe that’s the road I should head down as well. Climbing under the sheets I tried to fight back the memories for the past few days, which failed pretty epically in fact. <br />
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<span style="display: inline; font-size: 15px; line-height: normal; overflow: hidden; word-wrap: break-word;"><i><b>Lucy's POV</b></i></span> <br />
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I gnawed gently on the inside of my cheek wondering and hoping that things would eventually blossom between the two of us, but maybe he was just going to tell me off tonight rather than tell me that he felt the same way about me as I did him. Flopping down on my bed I starred up at the white popcorn ceiling hoping like crazy that he wasn’t going to tell me off. <br />
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He was mysterious and lucid. I loved the way his grey blue eyes would watch my every move, and the way his deep voice would pluck away at my heart. Snuggling under my sheets I blocked out everything but him, and hoped I would dream of nothing but him. <br />
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My phone rang waking me from my deep restful sleep. “Hello.” My words slurred into one barely understandable sentence as I slid from my bed and onto the plushness of my white carpet. <br />
“Luc, I’m so glad I got a hold of you!” My mother’s voice would have been a ray of sunshine right in the face if she was actually here. Who on earth is this happy a cheery this early in the morning. Groaning I rolled over to see three fifteen in the afternoon blink at me…. Okay maybe it’s not morning anymore. “I have this lovely man you need to meet. He’s just perfect for you!” <br />
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Go figure that my mother would think it was important to get a hold of me because of someone she met would supposedly be ‘perfect’ for me. “Oh really mom?” I didn’t try to hide the non-existent enthusiasm in my voice. <br />
“Oh Luc, give him a chance. He seems like a genuine guy. Nice, and can I add he has a nice *****.” Sliding my hands down my face I made my way to the bathroom. <br />
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“Whatever mom, when and where may I ask because I already know you’ve set it up?” Scratching my nose I heard her make a slightly odd noise on the other end. <br />
“Tonight, he’ll be here around sixish. So I need you to be here before than anyways. I hardly ever see you.” Glaring at the wall I sighed. <br />
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“Okay than, but I still have to shower and get some clothes on. So probably won’t get there any sooner than him mom.” I made my way to turn on the shower not really wanting to go anywhere tonight. <br />
“Oh heaven’s just come on over and get ready here.” Well she seemed overly eager, and I could bet that from the sound of her voice she was bouncing up and down. <br />
“Whatever mom, I’ll be there in a few minutes. Bye.” I didn’t give her much of a chance to answer because I hung the phone up as I slid on my pink fuzzy slippers. <br />
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Tripping over my own feet I made my way to my car and over to my mothers. I really wasn’t looking forward to the whole ‘blind’ date thing. Though no matter how much I told her to knock it off she kept on doing it, and of course me being me I won’t turn it down because I’m to nice to say no. <br />
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Pulling into my mother’s driveway I gazed up at the overly sized house. Sure it was nice, and heck I wouldn’t mind actually living there. See here’s the story. My mother and father actually won the lottery shortly after I moved out of our small cooped up house. The excitement of it all gave my father a heart attack and he died shortly after being hospitalized. I think my mom buying this big and nice of a house was filling a void she could never really truly fill again. <br />
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Climbing up the stairs I let myself and within the instant I was swept up into a big hug. “Oh Luc look at you honey!” Tapping her on the back I broke up the hug. <br />
“Thanks mom, but if I’m going to be decent tonight I could really use a shower.” She huffed and pointed up the white spiral staircase. <br />
“Be that way then, you know where everything is.” Shaking my head I lightly chuckled to myself from my mother’s odd and random outbursts of anger and made my way up to the bathroom. <br />
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Not really wanting to converse with my mother; I stood in the shower until I my fingertips resembled prunes. Drying myself off and pulling on a half cut sweater top and mini skirt I dried and did my hair; followed by my makeup. A light tap on the door startled me causing me to almost mark lipstick across my cheek. <br />
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“Yes?” Annoyed I couldn’t help but make sure it was heard through my voice. <br />
“Luc, you aren’t mad at me for doing this are you?” Yes. I thought to myself, but changed my mind on telling her that when I heard how concerned she was about it. <br />
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Opening the door I looked back at my mother’s aging face. “Mom I’m not mad at you. I’m just annoyed by you doing this all the time. You know I am more than capable of finding men myself.” She opened her mouth to protest, but I threw my hand up stopping her. “And yes mom I know already. The men I usually chose are low life losers.” I about told her about Ryan until I was cruelly stopped by the ringing of the doorbell. <br />
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“Oh that must be him!” I watched as my mom ran from the bathroom and down the stairs, and of course I took my sweet time following her. <br />
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Murmurs filled my ears as I reached the bottom steps, and instantly I was stopped dead in my tacks. The man standing with my mother was someone she typically set me up to meet. No, this man was actually gorgeous. Suddenly feeling shy I wrapped my arms around myself as I plastered on a fake smile. <br />
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“Lucy this is Colby. Colby this is my lovely daughter Lucy.” Sweat trickled down my forehead as he shook my hand. I didn’t want to get involved with anyone, but I knew for a fact that if I went with him tonight something would end up happening. I’m not sure if it was the uneasy feeling he gave me or if it was all just in my head, but I wasn’t sure if I really wanted to find out. <br />
</div>Smirkehhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03584578848081415913noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1364758269508744811.post-71483797889559686952011-08-20T23:58:00.000-07:002011-08-20T23:58:48.348-07:00So Just some random things from meWell I'm bored lol, and I'm just finishing up the writing part for chapter 1.4, and just killing time till I boot up my game to get the pics taken back. A song for you all that is epically awesome and I think is relevant to the legacy. Especially the first half lol<br />
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Erm anyways. Do share your thoughts on what you think is going to happen. Especially after I post and share the next chapter! nuff stalling I'll go take those pics lol<br />
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Smirkehhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03584578848081415913noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1364758269508744811.post-10984037699401105902011-08-18T16:48:00.000-07:002011-08-18T16:48:14.778-07:00Nothing and Everything - Chapter 1.3<span class="postbody"><span style="display: inline; font-size: 18px; line-height: normal; overflow: hidden; word-wrap: break-word;"></span> <img border="0" src="http://i55.tinypic.com/mj34o0.jpg" /> <br />
I don’t think I will ever forget our first phone conversation. Sure it was awkward at first; especially knowing by the tone of his voice that he was just as nervous as I was. Then of course the shy side of me decided to take over and pretty much with every word he said I had to giggle. <br />
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“I really enjoyed getting to know you last night.” He breathed into the phone as he kind of stumbled over his words. I gnawed gently on the side of my cheek trying to come up with something that wasn’t going to make me sound like an idiot. <br />
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“I enjoyed getting to know you too Ryan.” I about face palmed myself thinking of just how ridiculous that was by pretty much repeating him. Wrinkling my nose I sighed as I tried to think of something to contradict that stupid line. This pretty much probably ended the conversation because he wasn’t saying a dang thing on the other end. <br />
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“So uh hey,” I jumped as he paused for a brief moment for what felt like dramatic effect in a play, and all I could think about was smacking him in the head so he would spit it out all ready. “The guys and I are heading out to the Brightmore tomorrow night, would you guys possibly want to come and hang with us?” <br />
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I about choked on my heart as It pretty much tried to leap from my mouth. “Yea that would be awesome; I’d love to hang out with you… I mean everyone again.” He lightly chuckled as I walked towards the wall so I could repeatedly smack my head into it. <br />
“Great, how about we meet there at five?” Leaning my head onto the wall I took in a deep breath wishing that I could stretch the conversation out longer. I love hearing his smooth velvety voice. <br />
“That sounds great. We’ll for sure be there! Bye.” I held my breath waiting for him to say goodbye and wishing he would add something else before it so I know that I didn’t completely mess things up. <br />
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“Have a good night Lucy. I’ll look forward to seeing you again, bye.” The sound of a click followed by the ringtone filled my ear and I knew he had hung up. Though his last words still rang out loud and clear in my mind. He said he was looking forward to seeing me and not us again. I sucked in a breath as a stupid dumbfounded grin spread across my face. <br />
Even though we only talked for a few minutes it felt like hours to me. I stood there with a cheesy lovey dovey look on my face; which I was careful not to let my friends see so they wouldn’t make fun of me. But my heart fluttered about in my chest at a million miles and I felt as if I were on top of the world. Life was good. <br />
“You guys want to go out tomorrow night?” Glimpsing back with a sly smile on my face each Marie and Melissa squealed with delight. I took that as a yes. <br />
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The next day went by in a blur, and before I knew it I was primping and tugging on my dress in front of the bathroom mirror. Marie suggested I wear this ridiculously tight and overly short dress with high strappy heels. At least the fabric felt soft under my fingers and it wouldn’t quite feel like I was tugging on a rubber band all night. I felt like a complete dork and knew for a fact I would probably take a nose dive either into a wall or the floor sooner or later. <br />
Swallowing hard I stepped out of the bathroom so my friends could finally get a look at how stupid I looked. Of course the key word there is ‘friends’ and they cheered and whistled approving the deadly look instead of telling me I looked horribly bad. I guess I could only hope that Ryan would approve as much as they did. <br />
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We ended up beating them there which just full on added to my nerves. I swear if I could have been running around in a circle pulling my hair out like a crazy person I surely would have been doing so in that moment. The doors whooshed open and in came Ryan and his friends Dillon and Michael laughing; well that is until the saw us standing there. <br />
It was like everything was in slow motion Ryan’s smile was wiped from his face and replaced with this odd look of awe. He rose his eyebrow and half smiled at me. <br />
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“Hey Lucy, you look absolutely stunning tonight.” I half giggled to myself feeling once again like an idiot. “Shall we go into the club instead of just standing here in the entrance way?” The question was directed for everyone, but his eyes never left mine. <br />
As we entered the night club my nerves flooded away as the pulsing beat from the music vibrated the wooden floors beneath our feet and instantly I wanted to sway my hips against the music. I couldn’t help but pull him towards the dance floor and do just that. Music moved me in such ways that I really couldn’t help but be mesmerized by the hypnotic beats. <br />
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I felt his eyes on me the entire time we danced, and I couldn’t help the feeling of wanting to get closer to him. It’s like I was in a different world and all I noticed was him and no one else. He grabbed my hips pulling me into a hug and he just held me there close to him. Taking in a deep breath I could faintly smell lemon and citrus and it was absolutely tantalizing. <br />
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“Can I say something? I mean even if it sounds pretty stupid?” He pulled away from me and looked into my eyes. Griping his shoulders I bit my lip and shook my head yes. “You know what. Never mind about it’s, well it’s just plain stupid.” His eyes moved to the bar than back to me. “Maybe I’ll bring it up some other time, but do you want something to drink?” Frustrated I rolled my eyes as he took my hand leading me to the bar where our friends seemed to be getting along a little to well if you asked me. <br />
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Marie was pretty much in Michael's lap and Melissa was in her lovely giggly stage as Dillon leaned in close to her. I gnawed on my cheek as Ryan handed me a drink and I couldn’t help but feel slightly jealous from not having that kind of attention from Ryan. Drinking I turned my back on them and sighed. <br />
“Look I’m sorry.” Startled by the frustrated tone in his voice I looked up at him. <br />
“For what?” I asked innocently, because I knew he knew I was annoyed by him not saying what he intended to tell me. <br />
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“I just want to wait a bit, because frankly I really don’t want to scare you off. There’s something about you that I just don’t want to lose.” Placing his drink on the counter he ran his hand through his mouse brown hair. <br />
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“Don’t be sorry about it Ryan. I understand.” I said looking into my empty cup debating if I wanted to try and get more out of it. Shrugging I placed it down next to Ryan’s as I stared at the strobe lights. <br />
“I’d love to just ya know, go out. Just the two of us, whenever is good for you that is. Next week is best for me.” He started to ramble which was cute and I couldn’t help but laugh. “What?” Puzzled he looked at me like he was a lost puppy; cute and absolutely innocent. <br />
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“Ryan I’d love to. Just call and let me know. Whenever is good for me. The most I do is write during the day so nothing will cut into my schedule.” It was like my words lifted a weight of his chest because he seemed a bit more at ease. <br />
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The night calmed down and we all left at closing. We gave each other a small friendly hug and we were reluctantly on our way home. Marie and Melissa jabbed on about how great Michael and Dillon were at kissing, and oddly this time it didn’t bother me. I guess it was mostly because I knew I would see him again, and hopefully talk to him again beforehand. <br />
</span>Smirkehhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03584578848081415913noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1364758269508744811.post-91783445986552869272011-08-15T00:34:00.000-07:002011-08-15T00:34:40.577-07:00A Thousand Dreams Goodbye - Chapter 1.2<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://i54.tinypic.com/2nv3qy0.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="360" src="http://i54.tinypic.com/2nv3qy0.jpg" width="640" /></a></div>You know the thing is after making a complete idiot of myself that night I wanted to face palm myself. My friends and I started to walk away as the early morning sun began to rise. Its rays danced across the ocean like fireworks as I gazed back towards Ryan. Our eyes connected for a brief moment before I turned my head away. Maybe I was wrong; he didn’t feel the things I did.<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://i55.tinypic.com/2e505mu.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="360" src="http://i55.tinypic.com/2e505mu.jpg" width="640" /></a></div>The sound of running in sand filled my ears, but I didn’t want to get my hopes up that it was Ryan coming over to ask for my number. A light touch electrified the skin of my shoulder and I couldn’t help but side glance and see it was in fact Ryan. I guess I didn’t make that big of a fool of myself. <br />
“Umm, you know I was nervous back there at the pit to ask you, but can I have your number? I’d uh..” he stammered a bit which I couldn’t help but giggle. “I’d like to maybe go out on like a group outing or something?” A bead of sweat slid down his forehead as he swallowed hard.<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://i52.tinypic.com/149s9av.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="360" src="http://i52.tinypic.com/149s9av.jpg" width="640" /></a></div>It was absolutely adorable how nervous and shy he was. “Of course, I’d love that.” A smile broadened across his face and I couldn’t help but reflect the same one. <br />
“Great.” He pulled out his phone and I gave him my number. Turning to leave I sprinted for the car with a cheesy wide grin on my face. As I climbed into Marie’s convertible my heart flooded with warmth as I saw him still standing there on the beach watching us as we pulled away to leave.<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><img border="0" height="360" src="http://i54.tinypic.com/35177gw.jpg" width="640" /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirZyin3UQk71hNuX1_cQdCBBfM4FBFYKmX1kJY81fceILNU_vabmjqW8YHbisSDmgr_2OMVtfqWlCkZhtoOppC9aRfiYXHAB-NaWQBX9MGhJj6BhaRy9oLN9xSB-IdWvRjIGHnwfkg-uk/s1600/Screenshot-17.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"></a></div>The entire drive home I couldn’t stop looking out the window as I replayed the whole night in my head. The conversations we had came so easily and we got along so well. It was like he was that missing puzzle piece in my life, and I loved the thought of talking with him once again. <br />
“So, Miss Lucy care to tell us what’s going on in that head of yours?” Melissa tapped the back of my head and I cringed. <br />
“Oh nothing, just pretty much everything that just happened last night.” Placing my elbow on the window seal for support I rested my chin on top of my fist. <br />
“What did he want anyways?” Marie looked over with suspiciousness in her tone. <br />
“He wanted my number, and was wondering if I’d like to go out on a group outing or something. Would you guys be game?” I glanced sideways at Marie than in the rearview mirror at Melissa.<br />
“Heck yea! His friends a flippin gorgeous!” Melissa was pretty much bouncing around the backseat with excitement written all over her face. That’s her for you though… she always had that overly bubbly personality that you can only take so much at a time. <br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhI-LNctuSpa7fSPB7MaOtUpTUTV5Z6zcGNUvwecDxGXhzhDihyCEJ4YnYDRiqbOVrogkZNQMtaMPZNvUSyiEIw0LvwK_LlvNaAEfrmOk902c6M0Sc8-QFvCbEFA1Fo_PTPmssGLzmxbqU/s1600/Screenshot-17.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="360" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhI-LNctuSpa7fSPB7MaOtUpTUTV5Z6zcGNUvwecDxGXhzhDihyCEJ4YnYDRiqbOVrogkZNQMtaMPZNvUSyiEIw0LvwK_LlvNaAEfrmOk902c6M0Sc8-QFvCbEFA1Fo_PTPmssGLzmxbqU/s640/Screenshot-17.jpg" width="640" /></a></div>Marie on the other hand not so much. She looked intrigued, but she also looked like she has a stick up where the sun doesn’t shine. She was pretty laid back for the most part, but everyone pretty much considered her to be a snob. Heck, get her a couple of drinks and she’s the craziest party animal you’ll ever meet though. <br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://i52.tinypic.com/xmjths.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="360" src="http://i52.tinypic.com/xmjths.jpg" width="640" /></a></div>“So are you guys just going to crash over at my house today?” Leaning back into the soft leather seats I stared at Marie as she chewed away at the inside of her cheek. <br />
“Yeah, if you don’t mind that is.” She glanced at me with a side smile and shrugged. <br />
“If I minded I wouldn’t have brought it up you know.” I shot back at her as I resumed my watching out the window look so I wouldn’t have to laugh at her when she rolled her eyes. <br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://i55.tinypic.com/33tjvwk.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="360" src="http://i55.tinypic.com/33tjvwk.jpg" width="640" /></a></div>Pulling into the gravel driveway of my small but nice little moss green home I let out a sigh of relief. I was exhausted and eager to climb into bed and I could tell my friends were thinking the same thing. Yanking out the old sleeping bags once again I leant out some of my old pjs and we all huddled up in the middle of my living room floor so we could finally get some shut eye. <br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://i54.tinypic.com/96dhj6.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="360" src="http://i54.tinypic.com/96dhj6.jpg" width="640" /></a></div>Wiping the sleep from my eyes I heard my friends clanking pots in the kitchen. Groaning I sat up and stretched my tired limbs. The smell of mac and cheese wafted into the living room causing my stomach to growl hungrily. <br />
Getting up I made my way to the kitchen in search from some of that yummy mac and cheese. <br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://i52.tinypic.com/a243y8.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="360" src="http://i52.tinypic.com/a243y8.jpg" width="640" /></a></div>“Well look who it is. Think you slept long enough? It’s almost six at night.” Marie chided as <br />
she plopped one of the silver pots into the soapy dish water. “Plus your phone has been ringing off the hook for the past hour.” She began to scrub away at the pots as Melissa handed me a bowl of mac and cheese. <br />
“Thanks Mel.” Happily she shrugged and danced about the kitchen to a song she could only hear. <br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://i54.tinypic.com/2i9h8wg.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="360" src="http://i54.tinypic.com/2i9h8wg.jpg" width="640" /></a></div>“So Lucy, do tell us what you think about this Ryan guy? We both could tell you were into him by how much you were eyeballing him last night.” They both plopped down in chairs next to me as I spooned a mouth full of food into my mouth.<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://i54.tinypic.com/abqi4x.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="360" src="http://i54.tinypic.com/abqi4x.jpg" width="640" /></a></div>“We both think he’s a pretty good guy, and might be a nice change from all the losers you end up dating.” Marie helpfully added in. Of course she would bring that up, but I can’t deny it I have dated plenty of those types in my lifetime. <br />
“Well, I think the same thing. I don’t know what it was about him, but he just gave me that whole butterflies in my stomach feeling.” I sat back and sighed thinking about him again and causing both of my friends to crack up. Shooting them a glare they just laughed harder and pretty much fell off of their chairs. <br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://i56.tinypic.com/24fn4sw.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="360" src="http://i56.tinypic.com/24fn4sw.jpg" width="640" /></a></div>“Sorry, but you might want to check your phone. Remember I said it was ringing off the hook.” Rolling my eyes I got up and picked up my phone, and sure enough there were 4 missed calls and 3 text messages; all from which were from Ryan. My heart began to pound wildly as my phone began to ring again. His name blinked across the screen and a smile widened across my face as I glanced at my friends. I took in a deep breath to slow my heart beat and steady my voice hoping I didn’t sound as nervous as I felt. Smirkehhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03584578848081415913noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1364758269508744811.post-77104147837697350092011-08-14T03:26:00.000-07:002011-08-14T03:26:39.501-07:00We All Breathe in the Beginning - Chapter 1.1<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9iYZ1cSZY7XLs_94YRROK6BPkuN25ynVY60JoEvmxjkkZgodoPIbV80JwrXLNzcOUv5TbY5kH6cSTCIhUmjekfXZXCJEPRo4mU8towZm6tPVxZtPWnRI-_R0fAjc7kVZGQRjfkQkn06Q/s1600/Screenshot-12.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="360" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9iYZ1cSZY7XLs_94YRROK6BPkuN25ynVY60JoEvmxjkkZgodoPIbV80JwrXLNzcOUv5TbY5kH6cSTCIhUmjekfXZXCJEPRo4mU8towZm6tPVxZtPWnRI-_R0fAjc7kVZGQRjfkQkn06Q/s640/Screenshot-12.jpg" width="640" /></a></div>Dwindling fading and an eerie luminescence fills my darkening soul. Gritty sand lay beneath my old brown flip flops as I gaze at my reflection in the oceans shimmering surface.This time of year I know the water is colder than normal. Do I dare step into it's cold embrace? Or should I just walk away and pretend nothing ever happened here? I stood here just months ago when Ryan proposed to me. <br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjv0cCRhwvqva9PpVz2_7-uiRj-kIRrlJbyisAr9JupRShFAmdpGPFShUaT_TcEK9258ZqLzJZYPnixnC7fdOHJViCxKbSX6fLp0ophfJQ1BLD7F4sjNdgdTJIIiIA5oiXTIYuJw7jOC5U/s1600/Screenshot-4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="360" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjv0cCRhwvqva9PpVz2_7-uiRj-kIRrlJbyisAr9JupRShFAmdpGPFShUaT_TcEK9258ZqLzJZYPnixnC7fdOHJViCxKbSX6fLp0ophfJQ1BLD7F4sjNdgdTJIIiIA5oiXTIYuJw7jOC5U/s640/Screenshot-4.jpg" width="640" /></a></div>Tears roll down my cheeks in silent torment smearing my mascara down my face and I don’t want them to stop. <br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHE3XUzJXjGAk_DDBgzk4Rtua0xJw8bH8sg9EF9g9vaIhw0Nl15eXSEeUhIvwwnErtu4NJy6MSr_W0t5NjjHtRV-5rcMD0cjv2S5OKKEcnHkRcdGjjDHGpcuZC_Wk_pHHC38tYqGLLUIk/s1600/Screenshot-5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="360" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHE3XUzJXjGAk_DDBgzk4Rtua0xJw8bH8sg9EF9g9vaIhw0Nl15eXSEeUhIvwwnErtu4NJy6MSr_W0t5NjjHtRV-5rcMD0cjv2S5OKKEcnHkRcdGjjDHGpcuZC_Wk_pHHC38tYqGLLUIk/s640/Screenshot-5.jpg" width="640" /></a></div>“Where are you now?” My breath comes out in puffs against the cool air as I talk to myself. “Will I find you again?” My voice cracks and I fall to my knees weeping. “Sometimes I still hear you calling for me from some distant place I can’t get to. I miss you so much.” Bringing my hands to my eyes I cry harder trying to remember all the good times, all the thrills and all the sweet kisses we shared. <br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPBWhPCmmLL2x1u8CcNQlh9zZYP9E5BIYliBHSKXVk5HkqKYC1tSH6GabTO6BeeNHq9YACRehASn3HFGi17Ayg2KhPx7-ruby_f_uPQKAn3KpqclYuKWp2lxdK-ZK85VIvrEbyQCao_nw/s1600/Screenshot-14.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="360" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPBWhPCmmLL2x1u8CcNQlh9zZYP9E5BIYliBHSKXVk5HkqKYC1tSH6GabTO6BeeNHq9YACRehASn3HFGi17Ayg2KhPx7-ruby_f_uPQKAn3KpqclYuKWp2lxdK-ZK85VIvrEbyQCao_nw/s640/Screenshot-14.jpg" width="640" /></a></div>Flashes of the memories play behind my eyelids like tempting devils as I try to grasp a hold of what once was. I wrapped my arms around myself wishing I could feel him again. His inviting smile, warm hands, and welcoming arms; everything about him was gone. I have nothing left of him but the memories I will always cherish. <br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizc1HxAHq7e8LtQP-UqA2aZmzC_F2DTJxV9_MnTSNLg7-juUILe6Syk7Gnv6OxLN9CrFu8cc7aDBVkgPOlgytxOtL2lyPioJGLr2TR8g68jYyUILtNhAtJL0urdu61x6sUDwxYNBJ5GcM/s1600/Screenshot-6.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="360" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizc1HxAHq7e8LtQP-UqA2aZmzC_F2DTJxV9_MnTSNLg7-juUILe6Syk7Gnv6OxLN9CrFu8cc7aDBVkgPOlgytxOtL2lyPioJGLr2TR8g68jYyUILtNhAtJL0urdu61x6sUDwxYNBJ5GcM/s640/Screenshot-6.jpg" width="640" /></a></div>It was a day like any other with my friends out on the beach. The ocean licked at the shore by our feet as we gossiped away. I didn't even think that anything special would happen. Sure there was a bonfire planned for later that night, but I was highly debating about leaving. Well that was until a certain guy caught my eye. <br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLulFF15_pJtgr0342s046hSjbgZpUXFgFNQEKSDNmvlbR5R1yQ-O3U3saUi8Pt9WPtBYMRUHU8dHGN-VMh3gxX4Y2ovM6guuOgrAIvUcBc9otPATSsWb6iWzHfG3Kw8764473ytrYsoQ/s1600/Screenshot-7.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="360" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLulFF15_pJtgr0342s046hSjbgZpUXFgFNQEKSDNmvlbR5R1yQ-O3U3saUi8Pt9WPtBYMRUHU8dHGN-VMh3gxX4Y2ovM6guuOgrAIvUcBc9otPATSsWb6iWzHfG3Kw8764473ytrYsoQ/s640/Screenshot-7.jpg" width="640" /></a></div>I didn't know who he was, but I wanted to. I would watch as he chatted away with his friends. Mesmerized by his grey blue eyes as they shimmered in the sunlight, and how his hair slightly hung in his face. The slight curvature of his lips; I couldn't help but wonder what they would feel against mine. <br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhliBfDPKt4cS5uuQ3QfN059r6Q6cOezeAn4S42F6-YRRJcjfEbx5cnN5Qs1y0qRiIsIZT9bmiZeZYbesTz2ITUV2-YvFvqPejW-9ok6W6xzpIMCy1ZQGPwJD0Co6Ig137Rkxbr4DZwQng/s1600/Screenshot-9.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="360" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhliBfDPKt4cS5uuQ3QfN059r6Q6cOezeAn4S42F6-YRRJcjfEbx5cnN5Qs1y0qRiIsIZT9bmiZeZYbesTz2ITUV2-YvFvqPejW-9ok6W6xzpIMCy1ZQGPwJD0Co6Ig137Rkxbr4DZwQng/s640/Screenshot-9.jpg" width="640" /></a></div>The thing is, he must have noticed me while I kept glimpsing at him. My heart raced as he walked our way. His smile shown brightly in the dimming sky.<br />
"Hey, I'm Ryan. My friends and I were wondering if you and well your friends would like to join us over at the fire pit?" His voice was like music to my ears, deep and utterly velvety which plucked away at my heart strings.<br />
"I'm Lucy and yea we'd love to." I tried my best not to sound as shy as I felt but it come out in a small quiet tone that I was glad that he could hear it so I wouldn't have to repeat myself. <br />
"Great." He walked back over to his friends; following behind him my friends and I giggled away like giddy little school girls.<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-JSMr9ImjStQ7YxwE0yT5Ok9JvF_AsKN291E1gBpCLr6a3EDxKvaPzfUOSPbgzgvVymDjLNvmLVEk5h0muLcNokjwCdJw5097vW7DB4F7IWYqxtCw409PzKgdL2LKXRrgpav8R6dgcRs/s1600/Screenshot-11.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="360" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-JSMr9ImjStQ7YxwE0yT5Ok9JvF_AsKN291E1gBpCLr6a3EDxKvaPzfUOSPbgzgvVymDjLNvmLVEk5h0muLcNokjwCdJw5097vW7DB4F7IWYqxtCw409PzKgdL2LKXRrgpav8R6dgcRs/s640/Screenshot-11.jpg" width="640" /></a></div>Sitting down next to him I felt as if there were a million butterflies fluttering around in my stomach. I swallowed hard hoping I'd be able talk and not sound like an idiot. Taking in a deep breath I attempted to slow my erratic heartbeat. Plastering on a smile I gazed into his eyes. <br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUPRFkoLstXWSpeO0msKGrM4-8LkfTQovc7YxxhZNA1dZ7HjPM6o9Ave1KMb8FkH6TLj2XXSJb7PMhDYGDkSlGd_9c4cQFYco6lStfd1gYl5WkJp4zGFWCKaCyLTTRMump0W62mgCJEgI/s1600/Screenshot-10.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="360" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUPRFkoLstXWSpeO0msKGrM4-8LkfTQovc7YxxhZNA1dZ7HjPM6o9Ave1KMb8FkH6TLj2XXSJb7PMhDYGDkSlGd_9c4cQFYco6lStfd1gYl5WkJp4zGFWCKaCyLTTRMump0W62mgCJEgI/s640/Screenshot-10.jpg" width="640" /></a></div>I don't know what it was about him exactly that made me feel all queasy, but I liked it. I was hooked from the mere look of him, and I knew he was someone I'd want to end up spending my life with right than and there. It's crazy I know. Just barely meeting and feeling something so strong, I just hoped he was feeling the same things I was. Smirkehhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03584578848081415913noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1364758269508744811.post-40517147959554460152011-08-06T02:24:00.001-07:002011-08-06T03:22:54.291-07:00Soooo I'm bored....<div style="font-family: inherit;">Well i was bored and decided I'd write out the first chapter. <span class="maintitle">It's a bit sad and I think this generation will be filled with some despair and hardships for the main character. She'll be playing the role of a heartbroken woman who took everything in her life for granted. I'll be having her story take place in the present and in the past where she will remember everything good that she used to have. But lol here's that small little bit I'll share ^-^. </span></div><div style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: 11pt; line-height: 115%;"></span> </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: 11pt; line-height: 115%;">*------------------*------------------------------*--------------------------*-------------------*---------------------*-----------*</span></div><span class="maintitle"></span>Dwindling fading and an eerie luminescence fills my darkening soul. Gritty sand lay beneath my old brown flip flops as I gaze at my reflection in the oceans shimmering surface.This time of year I know the water is colder than normal. Do I dare step into it's cold embrace? Or should I just walk away and pretend nothing ever happened here? <span style="font-size: 11pt; line-height: 115%;">I stood here just months ago when Ryan proposed to me. Tears roll down my cheeks in silent torment smearing my mascara down my face and I don’t want them to stop. </span> <br />
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<span style="font-size: 11pt; line-height: 115%;">Anyways I'll be going now lol </span><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: 11pt; line-height: 115%;">Smirk- </span></div><span class="maintitle"> </span>Smirkehhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03584578848081415913noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1364758269508744811.post-67022921055301065292011-08-05T18:22:00.000-07:002011-08-05T18:24:33.069-07:00Another BeginningSo I decided I needed to make another legacy. Well mostly due to the fact that I had to wipe my hard drive clean and pretty much put my computer back to factory restart because they figured OH you have a software issue and you need to put it back into factory settings... yea right lol, my disc drive still doesn't work. Thankfully I'll be getting it fixed Tuesday or Wednesday, I'm hoping for Tuesday lol. Though this will also be a forum legacy I will be sharing it Via Blog as well. Just for those of you who can't get to the forums for every update and wish to keep track of whats going on. ^-^ Here is an awesome song that also inspired this legacy:<br />
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Anyways I'll give you all a bit of background on what's going on here with this legacy:<br />
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<span class="postbody">Frozen, broken, and alone these are the many things that you can expect to be described when talking about the Moreno's. Many will find the love they are looking for and have it tragically ripped from their hands. Or maybe just maybe their lover is going behind their back with their best friend. Tragic misfortune rains down upon their names as they live there lives. Can they ever be happy? <br />
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<b>Generation One: Lucy Reed</b> <br />
<b><i>Life?</i> </b> Did I skip out on the simple things? Yes. Do I take everything for granted? Yes. Do I always want something better than what I have? Yes. The thing is when everything goes your way that's all you really want. Everything to be perfect. Nothing to ever truly lose. I didn't realize exactly what I had till it was to late. Time changes everything and for me I swear its been for the worst. Many would say it was karma, and frankly I just might believe that now. Twisted metal, cold hands, fading souls and an eerie luminescence hangs over my darkening heart. Will I ever feel whole again? Will I ever find what I'm looking for again? Or should I just give up? My name is Lucy Reed, and I have nothing left to lose. </span><br />
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I'll be adding the generation description to the generation breakdown as well along with all chapters posted for it. </span><br />
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<span class="postbody">But that's about it! I hope you guys stick around for what's to come. I'm really looking forward to writing and sharing this legacy!</span><br />
<span class="postbody">Smirk- </span>Smirkehhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03584578848081415913noreply@blogger.com0