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Post by Brodie Aldwyn on May 11, 2007 14:04:42 GMT -5
Embossed in black and white. [/color] [/i] She looked at him lying there on the concrete and he was crying. There was something hurtful in that image, to know she had done that to him, that she had reduced him to tears. After all she had to be the reason he was crying. She was the reason everyone cried. Very gently she reached out, a shaky hand ever so gently wiped away tears. This was what her mother had done to her when she cried at night. Though she knew it was a bid to get her to shut up before her father woke up. Brodie had learned over the years to perfect the art of silent crying. So much as a sniffle and she was; 'taught a lesson.' She just watched him for a few moment, she could feel his tears on her skin and she just wanted to make it better. She didn't want to destroy any more: she wanted to create. Then, surprisingly and ever so slowly she moved beside him, bent down and gave him a soft kiss son the lips. The taste of her own salty tears lingered on her lips as she blinked the last of them falling off her cheek. There was a certain sadness in those eyes that just simply begged for someone to look after her. It was shocking how quickly this had happened, the swift transformation between the Brodie who beat people up at school and the scared little girl who she really was. [/blockquote][/ul][/size][/color]
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Post by Wayde Manfield on May 11, 2007 14:44:20 GMT -5
Wayde felt Brodie’s presence near him. He felt her fingers wipe away the sparkling tear dust from his eyes and it made him shiver. It swept throughout his body like a dance or a rush of wind. Perhaps it was a wind since he was half naked in a dirty alleyway. But he didn’t know, he just liked Brodie. He gave her a small smile, a farewell smile, but would they leave each other or were his words just idle? He reached out for her hand and took it inside his own, squeezing it tightly. But he didn’t know why this was all happening. After all, she seemed human. Then again, according to his tears, so did he. According to his tears, he wasn’t so cold and he had emotions. Otherwise he wouldn’t’ve cried. He could imagine people standing around him, taking a picture of him on their cameras, calling it their own art work. He was scared of himself, of someone like himself, of someone who would hurt him just like he hurt others.
But suddenly his thoughts were put on hold by a kiss. And he kissed her back, with passion. His arms wrapped around her. It was odd that they had never kissed before. His mind grew blank, and he just become lost with the kiss. But then it parted. But he wanted more. Wayde reached out for her, looking at her eyes and smiling. He pulled himself up so he was sitting and moved to kiss her again. This time he kissed her neck though, warm kisses running across her. He suddenly felt less vulnerable yet a million times more in another aspect. “I… I like you, Brodie.” He murmured honestly, the annoying blush returning to his cheeks. “And I mean in more of a friends way, like a… uh, a relationship way. You're so special, you're so beautiful. I just, you're so strong and I admire you so much... you're like, uh, you're like my God” Wayde blubbered embaresedly. He looked down to the ground and to where his jacket lay. He didn’t know why he had taken it off, he couldn’t remember why he’d done that.
He just felt scared now, scared that she’d say no. Scared that she’d reject him, push him backwards. “I can understand if you don’t want to though… I mean I guess, I know I’m a pain.” It was the opposite to who he was. He wasn’t being cocky, he was being conscious.
Wayde wrapped his arms around her and held her tightly. Even if she did reject him at least he could get in a good hug. He kissed her ear gently and held her there for a long time. He just didn’t wanna let go.
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Post by Brodie Aldwyn on May 11, 2007 15:24:23 GMT -5
The colour floods. [/color] [/b] She said with a smile. "But..." There was always a but. Looking down she sniffled again, another tear. "I...I don't want to hurt you, but I can't do...relationships at the moment." She told him, she looked up crying again as she watched him for any reaction at all. "I don't want you to get upset and do something. I...I want to create Wayde...not destroy any more. I want my band to go far and thats not going to happen if I'm out making trouble."He had no idea how hard this was. "Wayde...I can't make 'art' with you anymore...its not right."Wow morals. [/blockquote][/ul][/color][/size]
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Post by Wayde Manfield on May 11, 2007 16:21:10 GMT -5
She was only being polite. The realisation hit him hard and fast, and in a moment he just wanted to throw up. She was being polite and she’d used him to get what she wanted, affection. Wayde stood up and glanced down at Brodie. “Fine.” He murmured quietly, a stricken look of anger flying through him. He felt betrayed and humiliated. She was supposed to be his friend, yet she was rejecting him, saying she hated him. Even if she never said it, it was the way Wayde took it. He looked down at his body with distaste. Was his muscles not big enough? Was he too pale? Was the social image which he carried the total wrong one? Could he change over night?
Wayde reached down and picked up his top, throwing it over him, soon followed by his jacket. He wondered if he changed his style, would she go for him? Would anyone go for him? He’d speak to his mother about it when he got in, after all it was her money he’d need to get all the dye removed from his hair. He just didn’t know, he just didn’t know what he wanted or why he wanted to do stuff like this. Wayde just sighed, a gentle sigh and walked for a moment.
“You don’t have to make art with me anymore,” Wayde said as he stopped. He began to feel a hateful spitefulness towards her. He began to become bitter, cursing in his own mind and thinking of how it was all his art anyways, not hers. But he kept it quiet. “If you don’t mind, or actually even if you do, I’m gonna go and make some art out of Thad now. I arranged to do so at eleven, goodbye.” He said and he walked the end of the alleyway, wanting to get quickly away from her. No tears stained his eyes anymore, instead it was just a pure anger, a pure stressfulness. His lust for her was turning into hate. No one hurt Wayde Manfield, what was she talking about? He’d asked her, he was willing to take risks. And now he could never speak to her again. Wayde wanted to build himself a hole. Wayde wanted to fall in it and never come out. At least not alive.
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