Onna

"Babe.." I breathed, my low voice oozing with a multitude of emotions. My beautiful eyes appeared as liquid sapphires as I stared at my current boyfriend, whom awaited an explination for my foolishness. "..Steven, I.." Before I could finish with my speech, my possible boyfriend had turned and walked away. I was confused. Why was he acting like this? Why wasn't he being himself? Was he angry at me because of the time I had left him? If so, why had he told me I was forgiven when we had met in the alley? My thoughts droned on, causing her to take a step forward, "Steven, stop." My musical voice came out slightly hard. When paired with my sunkissed, well-toned body and obvious grace, my sharper tone usually made the people around me take notice, but the boy kept walking steadily. I push on my heels onto the wooden floor as I stood up, surging forward and closing the distance between us in a heartbeat. My lean arm reached out, grabbing his freezing cold hand and turning him around. I released my grasp and shot a glare in his direction, only to see naught but insects in the hollows in his skull that where supposedly occupied by his melted Hershey coloured orbs. I stepped back in great horror, before my eyes, his face began to writhe, revealing hundreds of thousands of bugs. The mask of tiny specimens abated, and the body collapsed as a pile of bones...

My colored eyelids shot up to reveal my sapphire eyes, which where filled with an expression of horror that softened momentarily into loss, then disappeared entirely as my facial expression composed after my body had shot up into a sitting position. The dream that had just brough the sudden pain back to me had never happened truelly, but the loss of my ex-boyfriend Erin brought back the loneliness I kept inside. Although, this had not been the first time this heart-breaker had suffered through that particular dream. With my heart thudding with a powerful force, I let my gaze fall upon the alarm clock laying still on the side desk near my bed. 9:00 am is what the scarlet, blinking light told my mind. I groaned loudly, allowing my shaky hands to clench into fists as they raised to rub my groggy-looking eyes, my mouth opening into a large yawn. My perfect frame shifted to let my muscular legs dangle off the edge of my master bed as I stretched my arms out high before standing up to push the curtains aside. The light that flooded my room made a headache pound in my head. Fucking hangovers. I cringed at the pain before turning to menuever my way through the messy room, eventually making my way to my bathroom door.

I let the warm water flow down my body as steam condensed into clouds, fogging up the clear surfaces, making it harder to see reflections in the mirror that covored the wall. The faucet handles squeeked as I turned them off, stepping out of the shower and getting dressed swiftly. By the time I sauntered back into the bathroom, the mist that had once filled the large area had evaporated away, the moisture on the mirror being the only traces of its disapperance. A small smile reached my lips as my fingers reached out to design tiny intricate patterns in the mist upon the reflective surface, I giggled lightly and whiped my hand in a straight line, leaving a visible streak just high enough to see my face. My fingers easily found the make up as I gripped it with my hand, soon applying it to my blemish-free face. Eyeliner, mascara, eyeshadow- all were lightly put upon my face before I walked from the humid bathroom. Grabbing my sweatshirt, I pulled at its ends as I attempted to slide it over my head without messing up my scrunched and wavy hair- luckily the hairspray kept it in place as it pulled my hair downwards, only to bounce back up in light curls, all of this happened while I slipped my shoes on. I grinned with satisfactory as the slam of the door echoed into my ears, my sea blue eyes looked at the scenery around my house before my feet felt the hardness of the sidewalk underneath them. From my mouth came a deep sigh, followed by the cloud of moisture that quickly evaporated into the mid-morning air, making me shiver from the coldness that reached my skin. Soon enough I found my hood up, lowering my head to let my gaze find interest in the cracks below my feet as I thought more about my dream- I shook my head in hurt. Forget it. Its done and over with, nothing more to it.

I mumbled in displeasure to myself, and then thought about the large party last night. I grinned micheviously, my head lifting to watch a car pass- the driver’s eyes locked with mine until they moved out of sight. I shuddered lightly and began to think happy thoughts, everything went easier when that happened right? Mm..That night. I grinned thinking about the alone time at the house with a boy. I laughed slightly, grabbing the strings on my hoodie and pulilng them so my mouth was the only thing showing. Giggling lightly, I wondered if any one was watching me- although it wouldn’t be the first time. Perhaps they would come say hello?

Jonathan

Jonathan was jogging. He had on no shirt, which gave way to abs and a broad chest. He also had on baggy shorts, you could see his boxers a little. He jogged past a house and quickly turned around and jogged back by it. He went up the side walk and up the porch. He knocked on the door. He was 22 years old and was cute and stayed in shape. He waited for the girl he had saw in the window to open the door. The pretty girl he wanted to know and see.