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Post by rebel! on Oct 16, 2008 23:17:03 GMT -5
My breathing was loud in my ears. Adrenaline raced through my muscles, giving me bursts of energy. My pulse was thunder in my veins. My heartbeat reminded me of a train, the fast thump thump. My footfalls made no sound, as my old white sneakers - now grey-ish-white - were padded with the thick carpet. I could hear it behind me. It gave a wicked laugh that sent chills down my spine. I forced myself to run faster. I was now dripping with sweat. So much for that deodorant that kept my under-arms dry. Right now, they could feed the Hudson River. Ugh. My stupid, detailistic head and its observations were slowing me down.
I put my head down and sprinted head-long down the hall. Just before the thing rounded the corner I ducked into a little nook in the wall. It hid me well, but as I inched away, I hit another spot of warmth. A hand over my mouth muffled my scream. I only got it out for the tiniest sliver of a second before the scent of Axe hit me. Monsters don't wear Axe. I turned to stare at the guy holding me, pulling the hand over my mouth down simultaneously. It was Joe. I sighed in relief. He smiled at me, his white teeth contrasting the tan of his skin.
"God. I thought you were that thing." I breathed. The space was so close that if I wanted to be hidden all the way I had to be pressed against him. He didn't seem to mind all that much. He grinned wider and leaned his face down, right next to my cheek and murmured. "I'm not that ugly, am I?" I shook my head as I rested it against his chest. My boyfriend just joked too much. I was seventeen. And pretty, in a way. I had long, chocolate brown hair. A slim figure. But curvy too, so I was the apple of many boys' eyes. And the only one to ever interest me was my current sweetheart.
He was about six feet tall. Which made him a good four inches taller than me. I stretched up on the tips of my toes to kiss his cheek. He turned his face towards my lips but I just lightly shoved him away. Not the time for a make-out session. Just as he scowled at me, the monster passed our hiding place. Joe was a rock beneath me. I imitated his posture, straight-backed and stiff.
As the mutated clown passed, it paused. It's comical red ball of a nose twitched as it scented the air. I heard a piercing scream. The clown-thing turned sharply. I shuddered, glad to be free of the black, life-less gaze that passed over us without recognition. The monster loped down the hall, towards the shriek. It's oversized shoes didn't seem to bother it whatsoever.
I felt Joe's breath on the top of my head. I knew he was asking for a kiss. He always did that when he wanted one. I turned my face up to him and felt his lips smile under mine. One of my hands moved from my side, un-fisted and caressed his hair. He trailed one of his hands from my waist to my neck. I shuddered with the pleasure of his touch. The hand he had brought up to my neck moved to my cheek, stroking the side of my face.
We finally disentangled. I was panting quietly. He chuckled breathlessly. Our kisses always did that to us. My head felt swirly and disconnected from my shoulders. His breath, cool and minty was still on my tongue. My lips were still tingling with the touch of his, soft warm ones. We stood like that for a few minutes, just enjoying one another.
Joe had been my boyfriend since the freshman year of highschool. Of course, we weren't as serious about each other back then as we were now. I remembered all the whispered gossip they didn't think we heard. During the freshman year all we did was sit together at lunch and hug when we were in the halls. It steadily progressed from those hugs and lunches to hugs and hours at each other's houses.
I looked up into his eyes. They were unique, amazing. The iris was mostly black, like the pupil, or maybe a dark navy blue. But, unlike the pupil, it had flecks of blue-green in it. The blue-green was so light, it almost was white. And depending on the amount of light, there could be more or less. They were mostly grouped at the edge of his iris, forming almost a rim in some sorts of light.
In this darkness, they were more blue than green, and a bit darker than usual. There were hardly any flecks. It was almost like staring at an evening sky. The blackness was there, but the stars were just starting to come out. Beautiful. Unique. Dreamy. Ugh. I was starting to sound like a love-sick puppy.
I'll stop there. Please tell me if it's worth continuing, and I'll post again, depending on your feedback.
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Post by Thunder on Oct 19, 2008 16:46:53 GMT -5
CONTINUE CONTINUE CONTINUE! or else lol
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