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[annabel lee summers!]

Annie Summers *

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Annie didn't usually go anywhere without her friends, except, lately, RR, but today was an exception. All of the people the girl normally hung out with seemed to have different plans, none of them involving her. Her girl friends were all going to the mall with cousins, heading to skate parks hours away to watch the guys, hanging out with their boyfriends, etc. And all her guy friends were somehow doing "nm" but were still too busy to meet up with Alice. It was sort of sad; the teenager suddenly felt like she didn't even have any friends. But it'd be good for her -- she was too used to having a clique surround her wherever she went.

So, after hearing all the excuses, Annie had dragged herself out of her room and gotten ready for her seemingly boring, empty day in a pointless hurry. By the time she was out the door, it was around eight in the morning. Her mother actually wasn't even up yet; Annie'd left a note saying she had gone out on the kitchen counter. But once she stood on the porch steps, she was faced with a problem.

What did one do by themselves all day? She had no idea.

Now she walked slowly down the sidewalk that she knew would eventually take her to her old, favorite park, still not sure what would happen that day. The wind blew back on her light-blonde hair, which she had straightened and teased a bit, as usual, but it made her remember how bare she had felt, still, after only deciding to put on a bit of makeup this morning. It was like she was a completely different person without her friends, ego, and cliche style. Would anyone even recognize her? She couldn't really answer that question, knowing she couldn't depend on herself like that; she was so over-dramatic about things sometimes.

Minutes of fairly aimless wandering passed, and Annie found herself wondering why she was even going out if she was going to be all by herself. She had nothing to do. Maybe she should have just stayed inside. Nearing the corner where the gate to the park was, she looked back, down the road that lead back to her house, her blue eyes wondering, showing that she was thinking and deciding over something. The sky was a sort of gloomy blue, she just noticed, and the color reflected in her irises.

The cry of a happy child broke through the air, and Annie whipped back around, curious. The park was filled with young people, playing and frolicking. They looked happy. And they weren't even in "cool kid" cliques and "loser" groups. Hm. Maybe her day wouldn't turn out as horrible as she assumed. Hey, maybe she'd even meet someone else worth talking to!

The thought made her stride forward again, her face more lively. There really was not a need to be all melancholy just because she was by herself. Trying on a light smile, she opened up the black gate of Country Park, stepped inside, and headed toward the swings. She hadn't been on the swings since junior high. It made her feel like she was as young as the monkeys around her.

In, out, in, out. And she was soaring through the sky, wind blowing back on her again, whipping her locks around her face, and she felt free, like she didn't have to care about anything. The world in front of her was close, right underneath her, then far, far away as she swung back and forth. The little kids glanced at her a few times, wondering what she was doing here, obviously a lot older, but with only them staring, she felt confident without being fake. A sort of weight was lifted off of her, and she smiled an award-winning cute smile, except it wasn't the faux-smile she usually used. She was actually peaceful; she stopped thinking.

Legs getting tired, she slowed down her urgent, desperate-to-be-free pumping until she wasn't so high off the ground, only swinging easily, carelessly. After reflexively checking her phone once, she looked around the field to her left, wondering if there would be someone else her age around.



tagged ? open
words / muse ? 6 9 5 , okay
annie is ? not under the pressure of her clique
listening to ? nada
notes ? it's kinda a weird post o.O
lol, annie needs some new friends though!

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[Fran O'Brien]

Oh to remember times like these...

Pound slap pound slap pound slap cried his shoes. He had mild scoliosis according to the mirror but to avoid getting any remedies he simply ignored it. It wasn't one of those things that people could see. There were a lot of things about him the eye couldn't see. Among the unseen were his funny but crude sense of humor, the fact that he worked for every penny spent on his horses, and maybe even how lonely he felt at that very moment.

Usually he went running when he was bored. And when he was happy. And when he was hungry. And when he was full... so basically any time at all. He was unusally skinny for a six foot tall 21 year old man, but that never seemed to bother him. The country park was about a block down from his house so the run was barely started. For some reason, he didn't sweat much so his appearance hadn't transformed into that of a smelly, sweaty, and wet dog. His hair was red and styled floppy, which was in vogue. His eyes were a shade of blue that was soft, but certainly not a gray.

The runner was quite angry at the moment. Actually, quite angry is selling it short. He was pissed. His girlfriend of two years was cheating on him. Of course, that didn't mean he had confronted her. He hated relationships, but he liked knowing he had somebody to love. It would help if that b**ch would at least give him respect. He wanted to dump her hard for what she did with that dorky little surfer. What, was some 23 year old guy with a 6-pack suddenly perfect for her? Better than his true-blue, flower-bringing, never late self? She'll see about that.

His blue eyes scanned the horizon. It was cloudy, but not the potential rain kind of sky. But he stopped dead in his tracks when he caught sight of a different blue object. Her eyes, that is. He knew he had seen them from somewhere, but wasn't sure. Was she a customer at the shop he worked register at? Or was she from the barn? He decided to see if she recognized him first, and he hoped that she would identify him before he was forced to aknowledge the fact that he didn't remember where they met.

The girl looked young, and it became clearer as he approached. But also very pretty. After a quick weighing of decisions in his head, he decided that beauty won over age. He walked over and sat on the swings next to her. Of course, he would never sit on the swings in real life, but thats okay. Girls weren't real life, they were some kind of fantasy creatures who flitted about, confusing guys terribly. They hate flowers but they secretly yearn for them. Being pregnant was awful, but children were the cutest thing ever. And some could be so perfect on the outside but on the inside... dare we go there?

He was plotting. Oh wow, wouldn't her face light up when she was replaced with somebody who looks like a total airhead. Somebody who she could hate. It would be perfect. And you never know, healing the heart can happen with anybody.

-words: 547
-muse: fairly good, about 150 over my norm
-fancy little header images: coming soon...
-mood: a little BA
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[annabel lee summers!]

Annie Summers *

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The field which her eyes searched was filled with people, yes, but judging by all of their heights and behavior, Annie figured that every single one of them were either young children or parents watching over their young children. Hmph. Oh, well.

As she gave the field one last good look, the girl heard the swing next to her moan with the job of holding someone's weight. Figuring it was a child who had apparently not caught the memo that all kids stay out of the teenagers' bubbles on turf like this, she took her time before turning around to study exactly who it was. Once she did though, her eyes widened slightly with surprise, but she smiled with delight. The stranger didn't look exactly her age, but he was damn close enough. And cute, too, she couldn't help but noting.

"Hello," she smiled, now thoroughly happy to have someone else there to talk to. Her feet stopped moving, just dragged on the ground, and the small motion of the swing that she had left stopped. She looked down at her jeans for a moment, which weren't really her favorite, and she found herself regretting not dressing up for the park or putting on more makeup -- her usual amount, at least.

But he was here; obviously she didn't look that bad, as she did in her own head. She tried to forget about how she was dressed and looked back up. Maybe she was going to make a new friend without her crew circling her, she thought. Imagine that.

She had to talk now, though. Oh, and act cute. Of course she had to act cute! She fluttered her eyelashes a bit. "I'd ask you what you were doing in the park by yourself, but then I'd probably have to say the same." Her voice was sweet and a bit quiet, but not quite as sweet as it would have been if someone else she knew was around. She turned her swing so she was facing him directly. "I'm Annie."




tagged ? fran
words / muse ? 3 3 7 , *squirms*
annie is ? warming up ^-^
listening to ? nada
notes ? rawr =D

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[Fran O'Brien]

Hey look, I took a picture...

Oh wow, this would get interesting. The whole plan was flashing through his mind. He could already tell she was easy as hell, and she didn't even seem to notice how much older he was. Either that, or she didn't care at all. She was drop dead perfect, he had decided. Amy would hate her so much, and there would be nothing she could do about it but gape. The girl was a blue eyed blonde, so that was strike one. Prep? Check. A bit too young, just like she was for that disgusting surfer? Check. Perfect. Three strikes and ex-girlfriend gets sufficient revenge.

Now it was time to further investigate her personality. Fran wasn't about to head off with a girl who was really awful. She spoke with a certain tempo to her voice that made him sort of melt inside. It was like sugar, but there seemed something more. She wasn't the same stupid airhead he had first imagined her to be. Her face made him hold his original beliefs - the batting eyelashes and the probably ensuing giggles. But something caught him every time he ventured down that avenue.

Her eyes.

They were blue like the cloudy sky. He was a firm believer that your soul shone through your eyes. If that was the case, her soul was beaten hard but beautiful through it all. The intrigue caught his attention - he wanted to find the storm tame it. Fran looked to the ground quickly. He had been staring for too long to be comfortable for the girl. But as soon as he looked down, his own blue eyes flicked back up to hers. It was almost like a drug, once you've had some you simply can't get enough.

Then she said her name. Annie. It sounded good enough, it wasn't Britney or Kaylee or Angel. If it was one of those, she gets an automatic fail. He spoke to Annie for the first time in his deep voice, "My name is Fran, nice to meet you." He contemplated shaking hands, but the early on physical contact usually led to blushing and awkwardness. To cover up the lacking handshake, he just smiled, flashing his straight ivory teeth. Who says money can't buy happiness, when he had bought a smile?

He continued on to start a conversation, "Hate to be a total creep, but haven't we seen each other somewhere? Do you ride at Riverglass? Or do you shop at... " He paused. His cheeks flushed as red as only freckle-faces can. Ugh, he was such an embarrassment to himself. There was no way he could mention where he worked. He was well old enough to have a decent job. At least a better one than working at a tiny trinket store. Register was better than stocking, but it was still no fancy or impressive job. Damnit, why even mention it?

He stammered a bit, "Well, I work at that trinket store across from the McDonalds. It was in the family for a while, and now I work there. Sometimes I know people from there, but most of the guests are creepy old cat ladys. And I can see you are neither creepy, old, or a cat lady. No offense to cats or anything though... " He wanted to smack himself. His blush depened to almost as red as his thick floppy hair. Why was he always so awkward? Oh well, love it or hate it he was stuck this way for life so they may as well accept him as he is.

-words: 594 (with a lot of blabber in there)
-muse: sortakinda
-fancy little header images: well I got one, but it looks ugly
-mood: mehhh
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[annabel lee summers!]

Annie Summers *

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Annie smiled again. Most girls would be a bit disturbed, or maybe even feel too self-conscious when guys they barely knew just stared at them, but not Annie. Annie was flattered, and she began to like this person who hadn't even said his name yet even more. She could tell he was older, but that just increased his attractiveness. Forbidden fruit tastes the best.

"My name is Fran, nice to meet you." Fran and Annie, the girl thought. The names fit together quite nicely. Her thumbs were already itching to text all of her friends, because he was staring at her again, and she was staring back. But that would have to wait; she could set the forest of gossip on fire later.

He began to speak again, and she listened with interest written on her face. He stopped and blushed, and Annie giggled softly, fighting the urge to reach forward and do something to make him know that she already liked him enough and he didn't have to do anymore to impress her. She let him finish while restraining herself, smiling still.

"I don't like cats anyways," she said, and giggled again -- not the obnoxious sort of giggle she did often use, though. It was like everything she did now was a mild version of how she normally acted, with no one to really show off to. She could show off to Fran, but that really didn't seem necessary.

He must have seen her at the stables, though. "Actually, I have just started taking lessons at Riverglass Ranch. I'm still pretty new, though." Her light voice trailed off and she looked away for a moment, back towards the street where some car had just driven by. She thought the driver's flaming red, curly hair looked familiar.. like, a friend. Turning back, she smiled, excited now. She hoped it was the friend she thought about. She wouldn't even have to text anyone then.

She would ask him if he rode, too, but she actually didn't even want to talk about riding. And it was sort of obvious that he did, anyways. Why talk about a smelly barn when you had a cute, obviously interested guy in front of you?

The small breeze picked up slightly, and a strand of hair fell from it's place, sliding gracefully so it covered half of one blue eye. Annie simply continued staring happily at Fran, a smile still playing on her lips. It was like Mother Nature was helping her. Well, this man could stare, but would he brush the hair from her face? It was Annie's favorite game. It was sort of early to be playing that, but Annie wasn't much for small talk anyways.



tagged ? fran
words / muse ? 4 4 7 , decent
annie is ? fun to play =D
listening to ? Green Day
notes ? this is fun ^.^

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[Fran O'Brien]

I'm feeling a bit wild right now


Ah, so he was right, she was from Riverglass. But that almost seemed completely irrelevant because it didn't even matter to him. A glance in a crowded barn didn't really change anything. He replied, "Thats cool, glad to hear you aren't some old cat lady." A smile flashed on his face, showing his kidding mood. His fading blush deepened once again, it was a bad habit of his. Jokes made him embarrassed, but nobody seemed to mind.

And boom, there goes some chemistry. But it was no calculated bond, made up of random teacher-assigned elements doomed to meet. It was like the way the wind blew and how the trees rustled pleasantly. It was natural and pleasant. Though that crazy chemistry teacher would argue that chemical bonds are both natural and very pleasant, it was far more than that. He already wanted some exchanges between them of a different kind.

What, he'd known her for a minute and already wanted to kiss her. But that would be too much for their first minute, right? He could tell that was what she wanted, something more than idle chatter. If he were in high school he'd be all over her. Well, maybe not because in those years he kept as far away from people like her. But that wouldn't hold true now, he was already decided that he liked this ditzy blonde.

The only thing that kept him back back was how fragile she was. This Annie was probably seventeen or something. And, as he looked away slightly, she was illegal. Their match would not be allowed until maybe a year or a few months, or whenever she turned eighteen. The worries, the boundaries, and the issues that would inevitably rise. They would be separated but it didn't matter for now.

And then he looked back to those blue eyes. Each problem slipped away at every passing millisecond. Those eyes drew him in, like bait laid carefully in a deadly trap. He knew it would kill him someday, but for now he would go for whatever it was and the consequences would come later.

A wisp of pale blonde hair flittered onto her face. If there ever were a moment to strike, it would be now. And it seemed like the world was asking for it. Almost instinctively, his hand reached out to brush the hair away from her face. It lingered on her cheek and then slid back to her neck. The sky blue spheres loomed closer, and his eyes closed slowly as he moved in. This was it.

-words: 428
-muse: quite a lot despite the low word count. I didn't want to powerplay so you decide how this goes
-eating: lays and onion dip
-mood: me - kind of nervous; fran - really really nervous

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[annabel lee summers!]

Annie Summers *

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The girl couldn't stop smiling, even though she managed to keep calm enough on the outside. Inside, her little heart was thudding happily, because she knew this was going to work out. He was older, yeah, but she honestly had no idea how much older. Did it really matter that much? It wouldn't be the first time she'd broken the law.

The trap was set and Fran fell into it so easily; it was just perfect. So maybe it wasn't as too-early as she had originally thought. Annie would have actually been happy with that, right there, the hair-thing, and how his fingers lingered and made her happily blush a light pink. She smiled some more, watched him with a sort of roller-coaster ride feeling in her stomach that she hoped wouldn't leave anytime soon.

Imagine what her friends would think when they heard about this! She could tell he liked her (a lot, if she took hints as well as she thought she did), and she was equally attracted to him. And he was older, and handsome, and would score her major props. Not to mention, it was blissful just to be around him, with things going the way were. Perfect perfection -- it was all Annie could think. It was sort of funny, though; they were both using each other in a way, yet still enjoying the process.

And then he took it one step further, just as Annie had hoped earlier, and she found herself wondering if she'd willed that to happen. He was moving closer, and she wasn't hesitating to do the same. The air and movement around her seemed to still, and whether that was because it all seemed too wonderful or because the nearest children had literally stopped to stare, Annie did not know. Nor did she really care.

Bubbling with excitement, simply thrilled and yet feeling a twist of serenity as well, Annie felt their lips meet, and she had her swing as close to him as it could get, so her knees were right next to his. She'd get closer if she wasn't afraid she'd scare him off, too -- which wasn't usually a fear of hers, but she wanted him to stay quite badly.

A high-pitched "ewwwww!" sounded, but it was simply a quiet echo to Annie, like it came from a million miles away, and she hardly noticed. She was too busy bringing her hand up to the back of Fran's head, hoping that would keep him where he was longer, trying to scoot the swing further than it wanted to go. She would end up in his lap sooner or later if she kept that up.





TAGGED fran
WORDS N MUSE four four two, okay
NOTES trying to not power-play as well :3

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[Fran O'Brien]

Call me crazy!


The memories of Amy were fading fast. One by one, their relationship flittered away. The roller coaster had stopped and it was time to get off and move on to something totally new. Fran had already decided that it was like moving from wooden roller coasters to a sleek steel one. This one was faster, more dangerous, and more powerful. She even looked better, instead of piercings all over she had cutesy colors. It was a different feel, more modern and a little less rustic. There were more restraints to pull him away from the tracks, no matter how much he wished to be swept away. She was a whole different attraction, that was for sure.

That girl was a damn good kisser! For some reason he couldn't let go of her, it was like two magnets attracting to each other. Any small attempt at pulling away would fail. His hand had been sliding down Annie's back and was coming to her hip. Fran knew it was about time to pull back into the world of reality but he felt impossibly drawn to her. Where were they anyways? The cries of disgust from parents and children alike brought the image of the quaint little city park where he was running.

The little sliver of a swing that supported the girl angrily creaked and slipped out from underneath her. She landed on Fran's lap. Fran didn't struggle physically, she was really light weight which was considered aesthetic for the current time. The gray piece of odd rubber-leather-synthetic material teetered back and forth for a bit. Fran their bodies closing in on each other, making their PDA beyond innapropriate for the rest of the park. Her warm torso made it almost impossible to halt their make-out. He unwillingly pulled back from the kiss, breaking their spontaneous union. If only they were in a more secluded place, where he could have gone further...

His blue eyes met Annie's again and he felt a tension in the air. He wanted to laugh when he looked at the little girl who was staring at them from the teeter-totter. Her tiny mouth was wide open. It was simply precious. But the child couldn't distract him for long.

Fran stood up, pulling the blue-eyed blonde seated in his lap up with him. His cheery voice broke the short ensuing silence with, "Shall we walk?" The red-head wanted to talk more and maybe find out her age so he could evaluate their relationship. Irresistable as the Annie Summers was, sometimes law comes first. But sometimes the law isn't quite worth throwing out something like this.

-words: 434... nooo, getting shorter. I don't mind if you powerplay a bit, Fran is up for anything right now.
-muse: fairly good for 2am.
-eating: nothing
-mood: sleeepyyyy

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[annabel lee summers!]

Annie Summers *

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Closer, closer; Annie forgot to be afraid of scaring Fran off, now was quite sure he was staying. She let go of all cautiousness, tried even harder to pull the swing closer to him then it could go. Before she realized it, her seat was set free to swoosh back over to where it had been. And she was sitting on top of him, her heart continuing to beat painfully fast; she was so excited.

All of the park around them seemed so unimportant, Annie stopped noticing anything except the feel of Fran's hands sliding down her back. She didn't hear any of the children screaming questions to their parents, having their eyes closed, and being lead out of the park. She didn't hear the parents hissing insults as they passed, and she certainly did not hear some of the kids whose parents were further away holding their breathes in awe and confusion. And she did not want to; this world of thrilling, attracted emotion was much more nice and fun than the world which held the busy park. Yes, it was definitely more fun. Annie didn't want it to ever stop.

But obviously it had to; after all, there had to be some sort of law against making out in a children-filled park. Pressure was felt on Annie's hand, which had stayed against Fran's hair, and Annie had no choice but to drop it and let the dream come to a halt. He stared at her, and the back of her knees tingled as she realized exactly how close they were -- well, space between them hardly even existed anymore. It made her want to giggle, not because it was funny but because she was so happy. This whole thing was so quick; Annie enjoyed it way too much.

She didn't want it to end, ever, as weird as it sounded, but the look in Fran's eyes was promising, and a child-filled park wasn't the most romantic place, anyways. And this obviously was not a one-time thing, Annie thought with great excitement. She wanted to hug him; she was so happy they'd stumbled upon each other. It was an odd feeling, how she didn't want to stand back up as he did, wanted to continue what they'd started. She wasn't sure what the feeling was, but she was so happy with it, she did not want to name it. Oh, but she did anyways, because it just popped into her head. It was her Fran-feeling. She smiled brighter.

Still bubbling inside, Annie grabbed hold of his hand as a circle of quiet surrounded them. It kept feeling like they were in their own little world, the two of them, hardly effected by the bit of chaos they'd caused. Her blue eyes sparkled as she stared in his, and she could of shouted her reply to his question, "Shall we walk?" Of course, of course! But instead, she grinned and nodded. "Okay."

Gaze swept back to the path that lead out of the green playground, back onto the sidewalk that wound its way around the whole town. She glanced back up to him, her face bright, and then started that way, keeping her fingers intertwined with his. She actually didn't usually hold hands with people; it just seemed to be right, since she now hardly wanted to be an inch away from him.

Adults stared angrily, and children just stared as they walked out, but Annie ignored them with ease. Honestly, she was used to people staring at her. It came with hanging out with the people she did.

Soon they were on the cement of the sidewalk, and Annie went back to gazing up at Fran as her feet moved her forward automatically. "So..?" she started, having a feeling he'd want to talk. Annie wasn't much of a talker, preferring actions, as had been showed, but she could manage. She'd like to know him after they'd randomly kissed in a park, anywho. Pushing limits that weren't there anymore, she leaned her head against him, looking up through her thick lashes. It was another one of her reflexive cute-things.

She wasn't sure what else to say, didn't even know exactly what people did in such fast-paced relationships except make out and such, so she waited for him to speak. She liked listening to him.





TAGGED fran
WORDS N MUSE seven one six 'n' actually pretty crappy o;
NOTES it's long but not very good, sorry o3o
i wanted to get them outa the park lol

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[Fran O'Brien]

Life isn’t passing me by… It’s trying to run me over!


The two left the area that was designated child play area. Dirty glares from horrified parents faded from hearing as they slipped away. The path didn’t really lead anywhere secret or special, but he felt almost like there was something magical ahead.

Her small hand fit almost entirely in his broad, somewhat weathered hand. Hers was soft and delicate, each finger seemed fragile. Although Fran didn't understand the complex female culture, it was clear that she took care of herself like girls did. Pale locks fell into her face just right. Although makeup was sparse, there was certainly no need for any. Her vivid blue eyes were framed with mascara, or at least thick eyelashes.

She was breakable looking. Annie was somewhat pale and quite thin. He thought it was precious and her blue eyes made him feel so strange. It made him feel dizzy and weak. But that wasn’t necessarily bad. In fact, he kind of liked her wide cobalt eyes and their power to make his heart thud a little louder whenever she got closer to him. A little chill went down his spine when their hands met, fingers interlocking in perhaps the simplest sign of affection known to mankind.

Annie’s voice started off with a soft, “So…” which trailed into a short silence that was quickly interrupted by Fran’s deep but friendly banter. He followed up with, “Well, lets get things straight… How old are you?” Fran knew it wouldn’t be a pretty answer. With ever second he looked at her she seemed to grow younger, and more illegal. But hey, he was no foreigner to breaking the law. He’d just never been caught. Drinking parties were nothing small crime and the blame could easily be spread to parents and friends. Those seemed safe enough crime for a teenager. But going out with somebody under 18 would be very illegal. The kind you went to jail for… The kind you wouldn’t get a job because of. This would take some thinking about.

He ran the idea over in his head several times while looking ahead on the path, away from Annie. Even just a flicker of the eye at her dazzling visage was enough to send chills down his spine. He couldn’t quite tell why, but it had to mean something. In some ways she seemed so innocent, but he knew she probably wasn’t at all. She obviously was not new to kissing judging by how she was on the swings. It almost seemed like she wanted more. He’d gladly supply but some things were better when waited for. So the wait would begin…

-words: 437
-muse: guilty muse…. So sorry nyla I feel awful that it took this long to reply!

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[annabel lee summers!]

Annie Summers *

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She obviously had some sort of power over Fran; he looked sort of hypnotized when she stared at him. It filled her with a surprising supply of confidence. And this was real confidence, too, not just the fake stuff she used for most of her life situations. As odd as it was, her real confidence turned out to be less obnoxious than the fake kind. Too bad it most likely wouldn't show when Annie was around most other people. If it did, then her life would be quite different.

Walking alone the path felt so serene and peaceful, and Annie liked simply staring up at Fran. It was more fun than hanging out with her friends, she thought quietly, but definitely nowhere near the same. She figured if she had been looking in from the outside, the two of them would appear to have been dating for awhile, not just met, with Annie's head leaning against him and such. That didn't scare her one bit, though. In fact, it made her feel better; she was invincible with this boy -- or man, more accurately -- by her side and a bubbly feeling inside of stomach that pulsed through her, giving her unlimited energy. It all suddenly seemed more important than just popularity points, even though, in that back of Annie's blonde head, that was still a good reason to be walking with him.

Silence was broken, but for Annie, the serenity still seemed to remain, with the quiet sky resting above them and even the birds not making sound. The adrenaline rush was wearing off. She wanted it back, but she didn't mind keeping this mood for too long. And besides, they were talking now. How old was she? Oh, did it matter to him? A small bit of concern crept in, but she smothered it with some fake confidence, though still trying to keep her real confidence on the surface, since she liked it better.

She hesitated, looked down for a moment as he waited for an answer, consciously designating a certain part of her thoughts to not tripping and falling over the sidewalk cracks. Then she looked back up, her face no longer so bright, just calm.

"I'm sixteen," she whisper-replied. She hadn't meant to be so quiet, but that was how it came out. Her eyes widened a bit more without her telling them to, because what she meant to say was, "I'm sixteen, but really, that doesn't matter, right? Please?" She was sort of scared that it did, and with her real confidence on the outside and not as thick as her fake confidence, fear slipped into her doe-eyes for a minute before she felt it there and pushed it out. A bit more concern was building up, and she had to work to push it back down. Deciding looking ahead was safer now, she did so, wrapping one of her arms around his waist and still keeping her head resting on his shoulder. Did she dare return the question?

Well, it was probably best she did. She figured he may not just hand the information out if she didn't ask. "What about you?" She was a bit louder that time, but innocence bathed the words still. She didn't like the calmness as much anymore, wanted the adrenaline and fast-paced-ness back. But she didn't try anything yet, didn't want him to think she was just some girl that wanted nothing but something physical, someone who couldn't think, only do. That was partially true, but she didn't want him to think that, because she'd heard one of her friends get dumped for that. 





TAGGED fran
WORDS N MUSE six zero three, much better
NOTES hehe i think your muse rubbed off on me =]

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