I know, I'm horrible. I haven't updated in forever...but I officially have time.

I think it was actually around this time last year that I started these stories...oh, memories. How I miss those times.

But anyway! I'll be updating a lot more now, so you can expect some new material soon. Just be patient with me (:

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(saturday, july 28, 2009)

(starring: ?)

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He was lean, tall and wiry, narrow-shouldered as they go, slim-hipped and full-lipped. The kind of boy who looked best in loose straight jeans and small, brightly colored t-shirts. Long, thin arms leading to large hands, translucent streaked with blue veins. Always with that blank, faintly bemused “are you kidding me” look on his face, mouth always slightly open, big opaque blue-gray eyes wide, straight black hair falling over his pale skin. All-in-all, the poster child for emo perfection, but all his face showed was something light; vague levity, like an inside joke you weren’t supposed to share.

It always felt as if I handled him too harshly he would break into tiny pieces; I worried that maybe too tight a grip would crush a bone, too hard a kiss would break skin. Even though I knew perfectly well he wasn’t a doll, as he’d told me, shown me many times before, I couldn’t help but forget. He just looked so…

“Stop daydreaming.”

Familiar voice, familiar legs. I looked up, meeting that pretty, heart-shaped, dark-framed face. Square black frames eclipsed his eyes, sitting evenly atop his straight nose.

“Oh, hush,” I muttered, reaching up to tug on his hand. He collapsed easily, something like a folding chair pushed in just the right spot. Delicate, my first instinct said; my mind rationalized and shut my instincts up. “Why are you out here? It’s hot. You don’t like the heat.”

“I don’t like humidity,” he corrected me mildly, looking up at the sky. Mid-afternoon was upon us, clouds rolling in from the south. “It’s not humid right now. Not yet.”

He turned his face skywards and the sun bathed him in white gold, eyelashes rainbow prisms in the light. I was mesmerized as his lips moved; watching every syllable of “It makes my hair frizz” like it was a prayer.

“It looks fine,” I said, almost reflexively, only checking his hair after I’d said it. I never could see him as anything but gorgeous; I don’t think I’d ever seen him as anything but.

“You didn’t even look,” he said, glancing at me from the corner of his eye. I shrugged—“I already knew you’d look good, you always do”—and shifted, blinking at him. He just blinked back and looked at me; arms thrown wide, clutching grass in each hand, I was staring up at the sky.

Or I was until he fell backwards and he fit so perfectly against my side, head on my shoulder like I’d been made to cushion him. Dirt packed the space underneath my fingernails when my right hand closed tightly against the earth, somewhat flustered by his presence. My left side, the one he was curled against, was near completely still. Honestly, the smallest things he did could affect me so strongly that it was ridiculous.

“Calm down,” he said, looking up at me. I could feel his cheekbone over my heart and damned if it wasn’t beating right out of my chest. Who could blame me? “Your heart is going crazy. It’s just a cuddle.”

“Okay,” I said, my voice so much calmer than I felt. He was right; it was just cuddling. I needed to stop overreacting.

My left arm, of its own accord, bent to stroke his arm lightly. I waited; baited breath for a reaction of some kind, any kind. I really didn’t know what I was doing, at all.

He didn’t say anything but I could feel his mouth curve upward against my chest, felt his right hand twitch against my waist. I was calming down, slowly, but surely—

“You want a cause to be a little worked up,” he murmured, and two fingers slipped past the waistband of my jeans, slid beneath my boxers, rested against the bare skin of my hip.

Oh, my.

“That’s definitely a reason to be a little excited,” I told him, raising an eyebrow. When he mirrored the gesture I rolled my eyes and rephrased: “A little worked up.”

“I think excited fits pretty well too,” he said softly, and tilted his head and kissed the corner of my mouth. For a moment I could just feel the smooth plush of his lips against my skin and then it was gone, the memory lingering still.

“Excited works for me.”

He kissed my jaw, and we laid out in the sun until the clouds finally came.

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So today I've given you two new characters. I do believe that (surprise, surprise) I'll be centering a story around them, so as a special treat you guys can name them. If you'd like (:

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