Originally posted by silvertsume
" ok.. sounds fun" she said, tucking the cash back into hr purse. she looked at the new skirt and low cut top from express she ahd just gotten. perfect thing to wear.. " thanks for the invite, ill see you there."
((It's pretty cool, I just recently drew a couple of drawings just from this RP. They look really nice. Except I think the last one I drew has bad measurements. O.O))
Reality pulled away slowly, a bit in shock of what just happened, yet blushing from her sudden surge of courage. Never before had she even dared to do such a thing. The guys were always the ones making it in on her, she was always the one to push them off or slap them for rudeness. But this was something brand new. And Reality liked it.
She could still feel the warmth of his touch on her cheek as boquets of roses bloomed across her cheeks. His arms held tight around her but she felt like it seemed as if he didn't want to let go. Yet it kind of concerned her, she felt like she didn't want him to let go. But reluctantly he did. Funnily, when he did, she still felt the warmth, as if he was stil holding her.
She was now lying on the bed right next to him as he pulled up another box. Every box Reven had seemed to pull out to her always held something meaningful and true inside. Reality could only wonder in anticipation on what he held in this one. Reven opened the box as he spoke. Revealing pictures and folded papers and a lock of hair. As his words came out Reality could only focus on the flash scene in her head. One that showed a little girl sitting on the stairs as the policeman informed her aunt. She squinted her eyes trying to clear her mind so she could focus on Reven, but yet another flash speared through the walls. This time it showed fancy calligraphy writing across the side of a nice box. As the box furthered from the view, it was a coffin. The view flashed to over the coffin. Not one, but two. Two people. Two adults. Parents. On the side stood a little girl in black, just standing there. In a daze. The hands of her aunt rested on her shoulders as the little girl refused to wipe her face free from the many streams flowing out her eyes. The little girl held a raggedy black dog in her hand. Tissue in the other. The tissue dropped as she quickly hugged the dog to her chest and hugged it. Only saying "You promised" before Reality found herself looking into Reven's eyes again.
But Reven was gazing at his little tribute shrine box to his mother. She decided to also. Dedicate this moment to comforting Reven and his needs. It wasn't long before she tasted salt on her lips to notice she had been crying. She lifted her hand to free her loose strands of hair from the sticky moisture of her face. Though someone else would have wiped away the wet instead of the strand, Reality had never wiped her tears. At least not these kind. She chose to keep them. Out of a promise she made herself after the accident.
Reality opened her mouth to say something but when all she did was croak a soft whisper crack she resisted. She obviously couldn't say anything. Not with this voice. Not with him. Her voice hadn't cracked like this in months. Then again, Reality was never much of a talker. Many people didn't really talk to her about this kind of stuff. Her secrets. Her past. There were many things many didn't know. Many things even Reality didn't want to know. That's why she kept to herself. To prevent it all from coming up.
Reven. There was just something about Reven that made Reality want to spill everything. But yet she held onto it for a while longer. This moment was for Reven. She reached towards the box, hoping not to make Reven mad and lifted a picture a little more over the rim so she could see the person. It must've been his mom, there was resemblance. "She was beautiful. She brought her hand back to her chest and looked at Reven. Then smiled. ((Again. with the smiles. Haha. I don't know why, but it's easier done in person. Reading it sound kinf of funny. It makes me wonder if I smile that much. . .o_O))
Logan walked up the stairs toward his locker watching alex talk on his phone..he looked around for people he knew to invite them to the party tonight...he wondered whether or not maybe that new guy new guy he met in his math class hanging out with Jana earlier would be interested in going...he wandered the halls looking for both of them
The pizza dude finally arrived at Jem's house with the pizzas. "Thanks," she said, smiling as she handed him the $50 her dad had left on the table. She set them down and went to her bedroom to get ready. Her cell rang, and she quickly found it and answered. "Hello?"
"Hey... It's Jeremy."
She smiled. "Hey Jere. What's been going on? I mean, we haven't talked in forever." Jeremy was an old friend who had moved to LA a year earlier.
"Nothing much actually. Just got back into town last night."
"Dude, I'm having a party tonight. You should so come."
"Yeah, definitely... Lemme just stop by another friend's house, and then I'll head over. Gimme like 2 hours.. Is that okay?"
"Yeah, that's fine." She nodded, even though she was on the phone.
"Alright, well.. I'll see you then." They said goodbye, and she hung up.
She went through her closet, searching for something to wear. She chose a jean mini-skirt and her black lacy tank-top. She moved the pizza to her kitchen table.
he stared at Reality, something within those eyes of her showed a moments worth of concern so real, so profound he could have cried. Still his tears had all but dried, there was no way for him to shed even a single one, nomatter how bad things got, and things often got bad to a point people who hadn't had it gradually build up would go mad with the feeling of it. At times it was asif there were needles and pins being stabbed, jabbed into his skin from the inside out and the only way to escape them was to cut them out so everything would flow away with the blood you had drawn
He could resist it though, yet what he saw within her eyes, within Reality's beautyfull orbs the moment she looked at his little shrine for his mother hurt him worse then many things had in ages. He could see her lips form the words slowly 'your promised' and he knew then and there, in that moment ... if he would love her, he could never turn back, could never give into his emotions because it would most likely ruin her life aswell as his
Things began to add up slowly, he didn't need her to explain such things, he just knew somehow, some way that she had gone though as much as he had. She might have other ways of dealing with it, but that didn't lesson the pain
"you lost someone ... very dear to you ... I know that I can never ask you to talk about it, and I am sorry for showing you why I am this way. I just don't want to keep any secrets from you, I have kept things hidden from to many people already ... with you I never wish to pretent"
He knew that soon she would have to go home, or to a place wich had to portray home anyways as visiting hours were growing late, were nearly passed. Gently his hand stroked along her neck, his head tilted. His voice had been softer still as this time it had indeed been a whisper, gentle, soft ... loving and caring. In time perhaps she would let him in aswell, for now he didn't want to force her to, he never wanted to force her to. He had taken a risk, yet with that risk he had found that he could trust in her
30 more minutes, the idea of asking her to take care of him this night, to go home with him. She didn't have to share a room with him, he just wanted the idea that in some manner, they were close. His eyes closed however, fearing that she would be able to read his mind in his eyes. That she would find out his thoughts ... to early ... to risky
after a bus ride home krysta headed into her room and undressed she went into the bathroom. she turned on the shower, giving it time to heat up. a few minuits after stepping into the hot steamy shower she jumped out and dripping wet grabbed her phone and dialed alex's number. she hadnt told him her adress.. and she was afraid she would forget if she didnt call now.
Originally posted by silvertsume
after a bus ride home krysta headed into her room and undressed she went into the bathroom. she turned on the shower, giving it time to heat up. a few minuits after stepping into the hot steamy shower she jumped out and dripping wet grabbed her phone and dialed alex's number. she hadnt told him her adress.. and she was afraid she would forget if she didnt call now.
Originally posted by black_goku#1
nate looked at logan and smiled again
"Did you uh need something?"