The High School

Logan hung up with Jem... and looked over at Alex... "you wanna call up some folks. Jems having a small party at her house" said Logan

"yah sure sounds good" said alex pulling out his cell phone and scrolling down his list...as he did Kyrstas number came out of his pocket as well..he dialed her number and waited for her to answer

Originally posted by Tela
"We use to date." Robert whispers. He sighs. "I still kinda miss her, but ya know."

Ashley nodded, putting his hands in his pockets. "So, what's with all the hostility? Bad break up?" He shifted from foot to foot a bit, galncing momentarily back and forth between Shane and Robert.

"The ugliest I've ever seen." Robert said blushing slightly. "Want anything to drink or snack on?"

Shane was buying Jana a Dr. Pepper and a bag of chips.

"Sure," he said, "Sprite. If you don't mind." Ashley was blushing now too. He stared at Robert for a second, smiling, and then suddenly seemed to find a random table very interesting. He ran his hand through his hair.

Robert walked over to the vending machine and got two sprites. He handed one to Ashley. "No problem at all." he says smiling. He watches as the girls approach them.

"Sorry," he said, opening the bottle. "Just not used to people buying things for me." He shrugged and took a sip as the girls walked their way.

Robert laughed. "Well don't get use to it. That was part of my lunch moeny today." he teased stopping. Jana had arrived first. She ran her fingers through her hair.

"So, um, what are you all doing now that you're out."

((Dude. I gotta go take a nap or soemthing. I'm finally tired, and I have to babysit later tonight. I'll be on tomorrow though.))

((It's cool. Night.))

((wut i miss?))

(Uh someone dying.)

((Wow really!))

(Yeah, and now everyone's freaked.)

((huh ok guess im gonna work my guy into the hysteria))

((Not to much. Most of the kids had gotten over it. Don't go too crazy. Just read Reven's posts.))

((mmmmk))

Originally posted by a1hsauce
Logan hung up with Jem... and looked over at Alex... "you wanna call up some folks. Jems having a small party at her house" said Logan

"yah sure sounds good" said alex pulling out his cell phone and scrolling down his list...as he did Kyrstas number came out of his pocket as well..he dialed her number and waited for her to answer

Originally posted by silvertsume
krysta picked up her phone, holding it between her shoulder and cheek. she fidgeted with her purse at the register at bebe. " helo?" she said wondering about the unidentified number on her cell.

he had stared to her, stared and wondered as she looked inside of the box, then as she began to go though his collection of poems. staring endlessly, losing himself in the deep pits, bottomless seemingly wich were her eyes. He could keep falling forever in her embrase. Feeling her gentle curves press to his wounded form. The pain returned, ofcourse the pain returned, yet he moved the box from his abdomens and gently let his arms fold around her, letting his hands rest on the small of her back

his eyes closed as he lost himself in the pain, in the sharp stinging sensation of her lite form against his muscular wounded chest. Yet there was something else ... Masonic culture involved cleansing though pain, in that moment he understood what was meant by that. To be able to lose all the past scars within the pain of a new one.

beyond the surface however there was something else, beyond the pain and beyond the thoughts there was something unexpected, something wich was willing to utterly give itself over to her care, to know that she wouldn't break his heart. That she would turn and hold his hand, pick him up, pull him outof the deep depts wich treatened to drown him

To him they danced endlessly, and when finally he returned to reality her face was but inches away from his own, his eyes opening slowly as he smiled ... that smile only she could bring forward, sweet god ... they were ritme and song togetter, she was the words to the song his heart chose to sing again

Soft words to wich he danced, gently walking. As a newborn babe taking his first steps, his right hand lifted gently, strangly enough there was no pain, his chest didn't burn, didn't sting. It was asif time stood still as he touched her cheek gently, only the fingertips in a featherlight touch to her face, his eyes closing as he braught his head up gently, kissing her soft lips ever tenderly, one of those kisses where two peoples lips molded togetter for an instant, and when they parted it seemed endlessly afterwards that one could still feel his beloveds touch

he held her close, dispite that the stitches were fresh, he held her close till finally he gently turned onto his side, laying her to the bed and taking the other bigger box he had put on his abdomens, opening it gently and placing it in between them

"my mother ... died giving birth to me. Dispite everything wich has happened in my existance, it is my biggest secret. One I wish to share with you, no secrets between you and I, only the truth and trust"

it was one of the things, a way he loved a woman, utter surrender, love ... and above all else, complete trust

within the box, were pictures, drawings, some fabric and a lock of hair. All the small things he did have of his mother

Originally posted by a1hsauce
"hey Krysta...This is alex, we met earlier today in class... we're having a party tonight at Jems house and we're wondering if you could come. maybe you have some friends you wanted to invite as well" said logan walking around the hall watching Logan scroll through his cell phone