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Post by pixel on Jun 5, 2009 22:35:37 GMT -5
 you'll learn to hate me
but still call me baby, oh love
so call me by my name[/size][/font][/center] Caleb Bailey stared at his reflection in the mirror in the boys' locker room and made a face before yanking the shirt over his head and grabbing his i-pod. He was one of those people whom, when he got bored, ran. It was just what he did. He supposed it came from being on the soccer team, but he liked to be in tip-top physical condition. Flab of any sort bothered him. What can we say? The boy was a little OCD about himself. He hated seeing anything but perfection in himself when he glanced in a mirror. Except his hair. His hair, as far as he was concerned, looking perfect no matter what it was doing, so he tended to not bother doing anything with it at all, except getting it cut when it started to get in his way.
He wandered out onto the track, slipping the ear-buds into his ears and sliding the i-pod into his little arm band case thing. He loved that thing. It was a complete and total life saver. He wasn't sure how he'd keep from going crazy on these long runs without the music pounding in his ears, keeping rhythm with his steps. For all the boy liked running, he didn't particularly like listening to absolutely nothing while he did it. It got boring after a while, just the same pounding rhythm, the same scenery as he ran himself in dizzying circles. Ridiculous. The music definitely kept him sane.
He glanced over the track and found it abandoned. It didn't take a glance at the sky to know why. It looked like rain. Caleb smiled slightly to himself. He liked rain. Running in it was even better. Kept him cool. It'd probably get him sick later, but what did it matter? The boy was all about the here and now. Grinning a little to himself, he stretched out, knowing he was probably stiff from being cooped up in the classroom all day, and then started his run.
He was a rather graceful, like a deer, or something, with long, ground eating strides that helped him cover the ground fast without over-exerting himself. His height, and thus the long legs, probably helped. He covered the ground in short order, Shinedown pounding in his ears. He had to admit that Shinedown was one of his favorite bands. They were pretty awesome. Just his style. Musical, not overly scream-o or metal, but with a good bass and nice beat. They were definitely one of the best bands he knew of. He wasn't a fanatic or anything, but one could find the band playing on his i-pod on a pretty regular basis. Unless he put on Kanye West or something. There was another man with a good beat.
After four laps, he had broken into a sweat, but his breathing was still even. The boy had pretty incredible stamina. But he ran frequently, too. He could go for miles. He loved it. It gave him a certain satisfaction and pride in himself to be able to outlast pretty much everyone else on the soccer team. The kids on the track team could probably out-distance him, but who cared about the track kids? Soccer was where the glory was. He realized that it would be his first year playing in Utah, and he had to make the team first, but he was confident. He had been started on his home team in Louisiana last year as a sophomore, so he figured his odds of getting on the team here were pretty good. He was way excited for try outs.
He started on his second mile, breathing still even and easy. He was starting to get bored. With an inward sigh, he plucked his i-pod from the holder and scrolled to a different playlist. Most of this stuff had a faster beat, and he found his pace getting faster to match the rhythms of the songs pounding in his head. He would probably have a headache tonight, from playing his music too loud, but again, who cared? It was all about the here and now; instant gratification. It was funny that he was such a die hard runner, then, because running was not exactly instant gratification. Still, he liked it. It gave him some sort of satisfaction.
Word Count: 719
Tag: Opennn
Notes: Nonne
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Post by dahliaanderson on Jun 6, 2009 10:01:15 GMT -5
Day just wanted to run away. Get away from everywhere and everything. Just fly from all of her problems, let them fall behind her. Let them fall in a heap of dust that she would never have to return to. Ever. She didn’t want to keep seeing his face. She didn’t want to think of him all the time they way she did. Dahlia Anderson, after all of this time of loving Jason Irving, wanted to stop. It was time to get over him. It was time to let him go, go away and never come back. That horrible, agonizing pain that stabbed her heart with every beat had to stop. It had to go away, because if it didn’t…Day wasn’t sure what she would do.
Jumping up from her bed that she’d been lying on all day, she put on her workout clothes. It was time to get out of that room. She was going to run, not that she thought it would work, but because it was the only thing she could think of that didn’t really make her think of him…but he did used to always run. And he used to love it. Shaking her head, she yelled at herself in her mind. No. He doesn’t matter anymore. Forget him, Day. If only she could…she thought. That only set up a whole new storm of yelling. Shaking her head, she grasped her iPod in her hand and jogged to her car. Anything to get away from this place.
She decided to go to the High School track, since it was usually deserted compared to the college one. She wanted to be alone, completely. Already sticking her iPod in her ears, she parked into the parking lot of the large school and made sure her shoes were laced and tight. She wasn’t planning on stopping until a good while. Slipping the electronic she sent a silent thanks for whoever had invented it. Without her iPod she wasn’t sure what she would do. It was the one thing that was easy to concentrate on without thinking of Jason. With her long hair in a pony tail, she warmed herself up by getting into the jog slowly. In time, she was going an average pace.
Taking long, deep breaths, she worked her body as she jogged. Jason was clear out of her mind. Not. He just wouldn’t get out. Whenever a love song came on, he was who she thought of. Whenever a ‘I hate you’ song came on, he was who she thought of. It was like no matter what he was always there to creep up on her. Always there to bring her down. There to hurt her. What had happened a month before had really hurt. Him using her to forget his own troubles…all he had done was rip her of happiness. Then again, it probably wasn’t like he’d meant to. There she went again. Every time she tried to make herself hate him, she would find excuses for him.
Clenching her teeth, she pushed harder. She stared at the ground, jogging and jogging. Even after the pain really started to hit, she pushed. Nothing was noticed, and she didn’t really notice the rain until she almost slipped on something. Still she didn’t go home. Jogging and jogging, she wasn’t paying attention to anything, and it was almost nice. Almost nice to be that desolate. It wasn’t until she rammed into something hard that she toppled over and came out of her trance. Her legs burned from all of the exercise, and when she saw the man before her she was taken aback. She’d run into someone? It took a while for her to comprehend it, and she blinked back the water that tried to get into her eyes.
Getting up after a while, she shook her head and finally came into terms with what she had actually done. “Gosh, I’m so sorry! You OK?” She spoke with real sincerity, and it almost felt weird to speak after such a long time. Biting her lip, she looked at the man in front of her. He was a little taller than her, and he was very handsome. With muscles and nice, big eyes, he was almost as attractive as…No. He was just attractive. Hot, as most would say. Taking out her iPod headphones, she stuck them in her pocket too as she felt like she just stood there and stared at him. After a while, she shook her head again, “I didn’t hurt you, did I? I wasn’t watching where I was going…” She trailed off, not knowing what else to say, and wondering what he would. And as she sat there and wondered, she couldn’t help but notice that finally Jason wasn’t the only thing on her mind.
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status --; done! =]
notes --; hmmm...not to bad. not sure if i like the end though. hope you can work with it!
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Post by pixel on Jun 7, 2009 23:44:52 GMT -5
you'll learn to hate me
but still call me baby, oh love
so call me by my name [/size][/font][/center] The miles passed easily under Caleb's feet, and he covered them without thinking, without conscious effort. After the first couple of miles, he started to break a sweat. He liked being physically fit, and it gave him a sense of satisfaction that he could go and go and go. Far longer than most normal people. He was pretty sure he was working on mile number six, or something like that, (he'd lost count somewhere after 3 and a half or so) when a snappy little torpedo hit him head on, sending herself toppling to the ground.
Of course, all Caleb had to do was rock back on his heels slightly to take the impact of the collision. He wasn't too much taller than her, which was a little unusual, but it wasn't like it was something that he minded or anything. He was used to girls of all shapes and sizes. In that department he'd pretty much seen it all.
He gave the girl, or young woman, he supposed, because she looked to be older than him, a dazzling white smile as she apologized, and he couldn't help laughing slightly when she asked if she had hurt him. "I think you hurt yourself worse" he said with an amused smile.
He couldn't help sizing her up a bit. She was pretty, he decided, with big blue eyes and pretty blond hair. Plus he was pretty sure she was older than him, probably in college. Which was always kind of a plus, Caleb had to admit, as shallow as that was. Hey, he had never claimed to be a deep person. In fact, if you asked him, he would probably tell you flat out that he was shallow, and horribly shallow at that. He liked pretty girls, not ugly ones, and he could deal with whatever personality flaws they might have, so long as they were attractive.
"I'm Caleb, by the way" he added, offering her his hand, even though it was probably kind of sweaty. She looked even worse than him. She'd been working hard; trying to get her mind off something? For all he was shallow, Caleb was pretty good at guessing things about people, good at reading them. He never liked to admit it, but usually when he guessed stuff, he hit things pretty close to the mark.
Word Count: I'm sorry. I don't have a word counter.
Tag: Dahlia
Notes: Rawr. Sorry. Suckish.
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Post by dahliaanderson on Jun 8, 2009 9:58:06 GMT -5
Day’s slight eyebrows rose a little at his answer, and one went over the other after a while and for the first time in a long while a smile flickered on her face. A lot said she had a very beautiful smile, with strait white teeth and some sort of brightness that come from her when she did. His smile, she had to admit, was great too. The amusement somehow was shown threw, and it was somehow mesmerizing next to the pearly white teeth that he could even do that. Not many could. His words made her actually laugh a little, and it felt so good to finally laugh again, “I guess I’ll have to agree with you on that one.” Her voice was a little exasperated, but otherwise it was her normal. She never had been one to lose breath fast, usually not at all, but in this case she hadn’t even cared if she did at all and had pushed harder than ever.
It had worked though, Jason was almost completely out of her mind. Then again, the rather ‘hot’ guy standing in front of her sort of helped. Just a little. She likes his hair, which somehow looked really good despite the rain that had sent it flying everywhere. Her own was plastered to her face, along with her shirt that had already been tight that was almost see-through now. In a way she cared, but then she just shrugged it off. Oh, well. He was a guy, he wouldn’t care. His height was pretty nice, he seemed pretty tall for his age. The muscles that were on his arms and legs were strikingly obvious, and that was really nice to see. It was strange to look at a guy like that…that wasn’t Jason. And, as a surprise, it was actually nice.
Taking his hand, she liked his name. Simple but it kind of fit his look. Just sounded sporty and muscular. Her own, she was sure, would take him aback just a tad. She had yet to find someone with the same name. Putting a crooked smile on her face that always made her look mischievous, she took his hand gratefully and without really even trying he pulled her up. The sweatiness didn’t bother her at all-the rain felt the same, so she didn’t really see the difference, not to mention she was about the same. Smiling a little wider, she told him her name before she completely lost it, “My names Dahlia. Yeah, I know. It’s a flower.” She laughed a little, shaking her head. It was weird to talk to someone again. And then it was just weird because it felt weird. Was that weird? Now that was confusing.
Brushing her backside off, she wiped off her face a little with her hand. It was feeling a little cold after running so much and coming to a complete stop. Day didn’t care too much, and just to keep the conversation going a little, she added on, “I usually go by Day, though.” She smiled, and she found herself liking his presence a little. He seemed nice, and his smile was very nice. Not to mention he was very good-looking. She couldn’t help but smile again at him after a moment. It would be really nice to see him more often. To see his smile. Not only that, but he seemed to get her mind off a certain someone that she really didn’t want there, and that was just another great plus on the day that now seemed pretty bright.
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Post by pixel on Jun 9, 2009 14:26:35 GMT -5
you'll learn to hate me
but still call me baby, oh love
so call me by my name [/size][/font][/center] Caleb really wasn't the unlikeable a person. AT least, not for most people. He was a terrific friend, but he wasn't a friend to many. Usually you had to fall into the category of family to be really safe from him. Anabel, for instance. They had been good friends since they were little, and he would do anything for that girl. He trusted her and he was pretty sure she trusted him. Not many people could trust Caleb, though. He wasn't exactly the most trustworthy person, because he was...well, the only word for it was a player. And not just in the usual sense that he led girls on, let them think he liked them even when he didn't, but he did it with friendship, too. He would pretend to be your friend, and then randomly turn around and just not be your friend anymore. He never did things like this to people he actually considered friends, but there was very, very few of those people around.
In truth, Caleb was a little scared to trust anyone. Of course, he would never admit that to anyone, but most of the people he had thought trustworthy, had turned around and done something that had hurt him. His parents, for instance, particularly his dad. It had had more impact on Caleb than anyone really realized, even Caleb himself. In a way, it was his defense mechanism, to turn on people like that, to bite the hand that fed him, so to speak. It kept him from getting hurt. IT was easier on him to hurt them before they hurt him. It was a cruel world, as far as he was concerned, and the only way he really knew how to survive was to be cruel right back.
He flashed her another smile when she told him her name. Indeed, he had never heard it before, but he rather liked it, actually. And truthfully. “That's pretty” he informed her, and meant it, which he didn't always. He was the king of feminine flattery. He could have a girl head over heels in love with him, or at least in lust, in a matter of moments. He was good at it, for whatever reason. As far as he was concerned, it was really rather an art form. Not every guy out there was charming enough to wrap a girl around his little finger as fast as Caleb could manage it. He prided himself on it, actually.
“Well, would you care to clean up and get something to drink with me or something?” He offered, sounding genuinely curious, as if he genuinely was interested in her company. IT wouldn't hurt, actually, since he didn't really know anybody except Anabel. And of course, she was lovely, but a guy could never have too many girls at his beck and call....
Word Count: 479
Tag: Day
Notes: Ha. Found a word counter. And my muse. xD IT was hiding under a rock. =P
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