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Post by Izzy Morris on Sept 7, 2009 20:46:13 GMT -5
I cantered my head at the idea of Shannon painting his own hand. “Well then I guess that throws that idea out huh?” I wasn’t to worried about it. I was still fascinated by the idea of playing with his hand. “So I’m curious as to what we should do next.”
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Post by Shannon on Sept 8, 2009 17:46:50 GMT -5
I curved my back up off the floor, stretching the muscles. "I'm not terribly inclined to move at the moment." I pulled my knees upward, placing my feet flat on the floor. I rocked side to side slightly, something I had done since I was young. I wasn't quite sure why I had started doing it, but it was comforting in a strange way. I closed my eyes, resting, my hand still in hers.
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Post by Izzy Morris on Sept 8, 2009 19:35:48 GMT -5
I sat idly as I watched him reposition himself. “Well then I suppose lying on the floor it is.” I put his hand gently on the floor beside him only to position myself beside him on the floor and take a hold of his arm like it was a teddy bear or something of that nature. “While we’re on the topic I didn’t feel much like moving either.” I smiled up at him then went about burying my face in his arm. His scent was a pleasant as ever.
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Post by Shannon on Sept 8, 2009 19:42:27 GMT -5
I continued the gentle rocking, however childish and strange it was. "Unfortunately, we can't stay here all night. I'm sure the floor will become uncomfortable at some point." I opened one eye to look at her. The living room was getting shadowy, the onset of nightfall was immanent. Outside, fireflies were beginning to show themselves.
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Post by Izzy Morris on Sept 8, 2009 19:52:43 GMT -5
I nodded once. “Yeah I suppose your right…it’s hard to believe that the day is almost over.” I turned my gaze to the first window I could spot without breaking my neck. It seemed almost criminal that the sun wanted to set, especially now of all times. This was the closest I’d been to Shannon, ever. Everything was saying go, but I didn’t want to be the one to jump the gun. It was almost selfish of me to want more then what I had now. All the same I scooted up a little further so that I could look him in the eyes, as seemed to be my hobby if it could be considered as such.
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Post by Shannon on Sept 8, 2009 19:58:08 GMT -5
I nodded, not like she could see it though. "We also have school tomorrow." I ceased my rocking so I wouldn't roll over on her. "School, ugh..." If there was one thing that I hated, it was being stuck in a building full of people who I didn't know. They always stared since they had never met me and it was unnerving.
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Post by Izzy Morris on Sept 8, 2009 20:35:02 GMT -5
I bit my lower lip for a second. “This is so unfair…who decided school was mandatory anyway?” I sighed, perhaps a little over aggressively. “Well I suppose I should get ready for bed.” I propped myself up on my elbow so that I could watch him just one moment longer.
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Post by Shannon on Sept 8, 2009 20:43:27 GMT -5
I had to mentally restrain myself from whining when she moved away. "Think about it this way. If we didn't have to go, we might end up working for pathetic loser morons." I realized I was being overly blunt but I usually got that way in situations that I disliked. I really didn't want to move. I sat up from the floor and my back cracked all the way up. My left side did a strange twitch at the sensation. "Well... that felt interesting."
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Post by Izzy Morris on Sept 9, 2009 19:17:58 GMT -5
I laughed at the statement. “Well I’ll see you in the morning.” With that I gave him a quick kiss on the cheek and finished standing up so that I could walk to my room. It wasn’t long before I was in my nightclothes. I looked in the mirror to do an unnecessary hair check of sorts. After I finished up pushing odd strands of my hair down I stuck my head out my door to see if I couldn’t spot Shannon lurking around somewhere.
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Post by Shannon on Sept 9, 2009 20:57:39 GMT -5
I made a childish grabby motion for her when she left. I slumped over, pouting for a few seconds before I got up and made my way to my room. I tossed my shirt at the pile of dirty clothes. I slept in my jeans a lot and I was too lazy to do any different tonight. I left my bedroom door open and walked out onto the patio outside my room. I left the sliding glass door open too and sat in a chair, tipping back to lean it against the wall. I propped my feet up on the rail, crossing my ankles. Even though it was chilly outside, I wasn't cold. I closed my eyes, resting in the moonlight. I hit the button on the remote for my stereo, switching it to the Boys Like Girls CD. "Someone Like You" played first on the CD.
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Post by Izzy Morris on Sept 9, 2009 21:11:36 GMT -5
For a moment I was unsure of his location that was until the sound of his stereo filled the halls. I looked into his room and almost assumed him to have left for the kitchen or something before I noticed him out on the patio. I strolled across his room and out on to the patio. With my attire of tank top and boy shorts, the air outside seemed cooler then it would have with my previous outfit, but I didn’t let it bother me yet.
I strode up beside Shannon and smiled down at him. “So Shannon, you just going to sleep out here tonight?”
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Post by Shannon on Sept 9, 2009 21:30:14 GMT -5
I looked up at her. "If I sleep at all." I smiled charmingly. "Pull up a chair, it's a bit cold but it's a nice night otherwise." There were a couple clouds in the sky, obscuring parts of the moon with wisps of gray. I stretched a hand out, obscuring parts of the moon even more. "I wish the night would never end..."
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Post by Izzy Morris on Sept 9, 2009 21:54:58 GMT -5
I did as he had suggested and pulled up a chair. “Yeah it seems a shame that this night has to pass.” I looked over to him and frowned. Tonight not only meant loosing progress, to sleep, but also that Shannon would have to start anew with school. I couldn’t even begin to imagine how scared he was about the whole thing.
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Post by Shannon on Sept 9, 2009 22:06:23 GMT -5
I rocked back and forth in the chair, a nervous action. What? Are you scared? Hell yes, I'm scared. This school is enormous and bound to be full of people who dislike me. What makes you so sure? Hasn't it always been that way? ... You do realize you are talking to yourself in your head, right? I blinked rapidly, banishing the strange conversation to graveyard in my memory. "If only there were some hourglass that I could tip over and break, suspending this moment in time forever..." I knew I sounded crazy, and maybe I was, but I really wished I could. To be seventeen and invincible forever, free from the hating stares of others for all of eternity. It was, for me, the ultimate dream.
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Post by Izzy Morris on Sept 9, 2009 22:30:08 GMT -5
I watched him go through another one of his inward battles that I had not seen since orientation at school. But this time he came out of it himself. “17 forever huh? What a dream…if it were possible to do I would be the first to help you along, just so you know.” I smiled warmly at him, trying still to get my unbounded love message across. I suppose that was my idea of an ultimate dream per-say.
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