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[Dwyn]
You know, I don’t think I’ve ever had a dream that made me think so much.
It started in a blank, boring, white room. It was a small room, with only a single window. I walked over to it, and found myself looking at the ocean, expanding to no visible end. I peered down, and saw that my white room was floating, just hovering above the waters calmly. A single seagull flew lazily over the water, making circles around the room. After watching it fly away until it reached the point where the window’s view cut it out, I turned around to find myself right in front of Eoin, who was sitting cross-legged on the otherwise empty white floor.
[Ollie]
I ran the photo through the chemicals allowing them their proper time to be exposed to them, and then finally picked it up and placed it in the water. I sighed.
“I look so gross in this photo,” I complained, crossing my arms. Patrick took a closer look at the photograph and scoffed.
“What on Earth are you talking about? You look great like usual,” he said.
I felt I blush burn my cheeks and thanked the gods the red light made it so Patrick couldn’t see.
[Nameless, speaking of Dylan]
I was approaching the lake when I heard his voice. It was nearing sunset, and I had decided to practice my new choreography down by the lake, for the inspiration it always brought to me, but the voice made me stop. I ducked behind a nearby bush, and saw his silhouette contrasting with the shine of the dying sun on the lake.
“No, I told you already, that’s not going to work,” I heard him say. I squinted my eyes out to the dock where he sat, trying to see if anyone else was there. I couldn’t see anybody, and assumed they were in the lake.
“You know as well as I do that we can’t move out just yet, I don’t even have a job,” he said again. This puzzled me greatly. I never heard a reply to the first thing he said.
Then I saw him stand, just a shadow. I crouched lower in the brush as he walked by. He was alone, but carried what I thought was a plush flamingo. I waited for him to leave, and then made my way to the lake.
No one else was there.
The rain beat down on Ollie’s back in forceful drops. He had no way to shield himself from the wetness, but he had to take the picture he was trying to capture, the lighting was just right, it softened the rain.
Just as he was about to press the shutter release button, he felt the rain stop, but he still saw them coming down. He turned around to find Patrick holding his green umbrella over Ollie with a grin on his face, which Ollie returned as a greeting.
Rowen had visited the lake in her childhood many times, and knew that it was very deep, and that she was only able to swim a full lap if someone was there to pull her out, because she would be exhausted.
She removed her shoes and dipped her toe into the water at the edge of the lake where it was a sheer drop into the water. She recoiled in an instant, the cold water causing a fresh wave of goosebumps to erupt on her legs and arms.
Rowen smiled despite this, a look of calm bliss on her face, until she suddenly rocked her weight onto her toes, and then, with her arms spread out, fell forward into the icy lake. The temperature change on all her body took her into a state of shock, and for the first and last time Rowen sunk to the bottom of the lake.
The shower’s water rained down on all of Miron, washing away the sticky sweat that had escaped his body from the hot summer day. It was very relaxing, and he closed his eyes as he ran his hands from through his hair, down his neck and chest, to his most sensitive of parts, letting a shiver run through him at the last touch.
Mu was rather angry. He had spent the last half hour applying his mime makeup, only to have his mother force him to remove it before she would drive him to school.
He took a washcloth from the hook near the sink, and turned the knob with force to allow the water to gush out. He waited until it grew warmer before wetting the cloth.
He scrubbed at he face and the texture of the washcloth took off his makeup, but only when he pressed it against his skin with a lot of pressure. It started to burn, but he didn’t stop until all the white and black makeup was off. When he looked back to the mirror, his cheeks were almost as red as his hair.
It glowed a blueish-purple hue from the lights, which seemed rather inviting. At the same time, Patrick and Ollie stepped in, carefully avoiding the candles that were placed and glowing brightly around the hot tub.
Patrick sighed in comfort as the warm water hit his chest, and up to his neck. Ollie settled in next to him, and wrapped an arm around his shoulder. Patrick smiled at the touch, and snaked his own arm around Ollie’s waist. They spoke soft words to each other: Ollie commenting how glad he was to be here, Patrick agreeing, and a soft murmur of his affection towards the other. Patrick twisted his upper torso in order to face Ollie. He moved his hands up to the boy’s neck, and closed his eyes as he leaned his forehead against Ollie’s. Ollie closed his eyes as well, and held onto Patrick a bit tighter. After a few deep breaths from both of the boys (for the steam was making it harder to get air, let alone the mounting heat growing inside their bodies), Ollie tilted his chin upward, and met Patrick’s lips. He didn’t respond right away, but instead took in all of his surroundings. He could feel Ollie’s leg on top of his, they boy’s warm breath, the steam from the hot tub, his heart pounding in his chest… Patrick smiled into the kiss, and let it deepen.
“What are we waiting for then?” Max asked, grinning. Aden returned the smile, and fumbled for the edge of Max’s towel. He undid the tuck that was holding it up, and it fell to the ground. The wind blew a gust of air, and Max shivered. Ready to get into the heated pool, he too undid Aden’s towel and it heaped around his ankles. Still hand in hand, the two boys exchanged a grin, and at the same time jumped from the edge and into the pool.
 Quazip · Tue Mar 18, 2008 @ 06:10am · 0 Comments |
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