Post by tabs on Apr 13, 2009 12:42:47 GMT -5
s k y l a r . w h i t a k e r
OF ALL THE GIRLS TOSSING ROCKS AT YOUR WINDOW
I'LL BE THE ONE WAITING THERE EVEN WHEN IT'S COLD
OF ALL THE GIRLS TOSSING ROCKS AT YOUR WINDOW
I'LL BE THE ONE WAITING THERE EVEN WHEN IT'S COLD
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- skylar annette whitaker
- skylar
- seventeen
- female
- heterosexual
- combination
- not a canon
- miranda kerr
- "Oh baby, do you really want to know about me? Where to start, I'm down to earth and definitely a girl who will not be afraid to get in your face and say what she wants to. I'm single, and heartbroken. There was one guy I kissed over a year ago and sparks flew. I met his girlfriend, but in a spat. It didn't end well for her. I found her hanging in the barn, memories that won't leave. This guy though, he was amazing and he was my life. I thrived on the way he spoke and the way our lips touched. I miss him and would do anything to get him back. It is what you do for love, right?"
- "We don't get along anymore. Flat out. Let's see, a few years back I accidentally got caught making out with my cousin's boyfriend at the time. My parent's weren't too happy and decided to send me away and say it was to further my riding career. I got sent to South Carolina to attend Wellington Riding Academy, and my wasn't that a flop. Not long after I was there, my love got pulled out and brought to Dreamside. Of course I spoke to my parents and flew over there. Things happened and my parents found out. They blamed this boy, and dragged my ass back to Germany. I recently hopped on a plane and came back without their consent. They won't care though."
- My heart pulsed, blood rushing into my head as I waited to hear the loud thumping of feet behind my own billowing footsteps. I looked back waiting to see the man running towards me, a gentle leap of my heart that made me still stare in awe; Brett. I looked to the sign above head, the red lettering gleaming in the dimming light; it read ‘Emergency exit only.’ This was an emergency wasn’t it? As Brett went to pass I could feel the gentle air rush by as I pushed the door open. The sound of more alerting sounds filled the air, I couldn’t help but laugh to myself, my own smiling face trying to catch up with Brett’s as the light rain slowly grew into a rhythmic jungle of music. My heart singing along with each thumping sound against the ground. I didn’t bother to ask why we hadn’t taken the car to my place; it would have taken five minutes. Oh well, I’d have to deal with the beautiful sight of Brett’s body, wet with rain. I could feel a jolt in my pace as I sped along my lover and in reality what was a heaping twenty minutes sprint merely seemed like a small ten minute jog. I could only imagine what condition Brett was in. One after another mischievous smile plagued my expression. Thoughts passing through my mind. I had been dating Brett since summer, what I had imagined to be a small fling with some American turned up to be a fully fledged relationship that would last strong until the end. I could barely keep my happiness deep in my heart. As I slowed to the porch I managed to take my shaky hands and touched the silver chain-designed heart pendent that wrapped itself around my neck. I could feel the words engraved in it; ci non sarà mai chiunque altrimenti. I had taken much Italian in school, the words played over in my head. There will be never be anyone else. Finally the statement that seemed so foolish to me at first seemed so real. Almost as the rush of my first kiss with Brett. There was always a spark.
I searched for the key finding it moments later, my hands still shaking as I tried to guide it through the keyhole, sure Brett was ready to explode. He had a rush of excitement glittering in his eye as I opened the door. He managed to leap inside in front of me, I slowed turning around and making sure to close and lock the doors. I wouldn’t be surprised if I walked up stares to find him waiting in bed already. I could feel myself smirk as I took a deep breath letting my hand slowly slip from the lock running upstairs to meet him. Before I could even bother to close the bedroom door he pulled me close to him, his lips rushing onto mine, his warmth wrapping around me. I could feel him slow, almost questioning himself something. There was no way he hadn’t done this before. If he hadn’t that make two of them. I had an odd feeling it was only me. Though I didn’t know how he’d react to that. Some would just try and shove me into bed, and others would hate it and refuse to do anything. I knew of both of those types, one boyfriend who was ready to try to get me to anything to sleep with him, and the other completely repulsed by the thought. Though he pulled away I let myself dangle on the last kiss, hoping his lips wouldn’t form those letters into words, those words into a question and finally denial, or maybe not. My heart leapt at the thought. Though my ex who tried to get me to sleep with him saw nothing but my fist in his face. Though I waited for him to linger on with his words, he looked into my eyes, I was sure he saw my fear plaster like a billboard on my face. ”Is something wrong Brett?” I could feel my heart skipping beats as I tried to look for the answer, there was none. I could hear his voice ring in my head. My fears were a reality. No.
I answered willingly in my head, going over my answer what seemed to be over a thousand times. I could lie, No I wasn’t I did have more boyfriends then just him. No, that didn’t sound right; I had to tell him the truth. We’d been truthful with each other since the beginning. I looked down, my hands entwining his. I could feel his gaze upon me, his palms rough with work. I pulled myself close to him, my hands willingly working to take off his black shirt like earlier. I would let him hang onto the thoughts, pleasuring himself in his mind. I played with the silver button on his jeans, finally seeing the button apart. I smiled not sinking yet. I pulled down the zipper, the sound a joyous victory in my head. I managed to smile, gleaming thoughts playing in my eye. I let my chocolate locks fall behind me as I looked up to him. My answer would be complicated. I pushed up, my lips locking his for only a mere second before settling my feet back on the ground. I ran my hands up his sculpted abs and around his shoulders, balancing my arms around his shoulders and grasping my hands in one another behind him. I kissed him lightly this time before speaking, ”I could answer this in so many different ways, and still no matter what way I put you may be repulsed or not.” I looked up to him, looking for any signs of life before continuing on. ”Yea, I am a virgin. I’m happy I didn’t just give myself up to some jerks in the past that wanted to, but never got passed a kiss. If you have a problem with it, then you are just another one of those fag jocks that actually care. And whether I am or I’m not, I’m just as confident in anything I do.” I smiled bracing myself for any coming response in words.
